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Chapter 141 A Passing Zhumo School

Chapter 141 A passing Zhumo School

Wow, this is a dark history, everyone, get out of here!

Klein glared at Ceres.

Damn beast, what are you doing?

Don't blame me, Mr. Fool, I am doing this for your future humanity.

Ceres grinned.

I'm doing this for your own good.

Hearing the voice, Alysia and Pado both focused their attention on Serris's phone.

Only Xing was eating.

You guys don't want to eat? That's even better, you won't have anything to eat later.

Let me show you what storm inhalation is.

"Mi Mi..." The two parties looked at each other in confusion, not knowing whether they should stop it or not.

Alicia's eyes sparkled.

Cyrus hit the play button again.

"Respond to me, Alicia!"

Alicia immediately put her hands on her hips confidently: "Yes, I am. No matter when and where, Alicia will respond to your expectations."

It turns out that I have such a good relationship with this Klein in the paradise.

Klein wanted to grab the phone, but he knew very well that he would not be able to defeat Ceres.

At this time, Alicia grabbed a small pink speaker out of thin air and said, "I have similar recordings here, too."

[The Trumpet of the Past·Loud Sound] is one of Alicia's special weapons. Together with Kevin's special weapon [Instant Noodles of the Past·Flavorful], they are known as the two great weapons of the Past Series and are also the best equipment in the Past Series.

Things like "poem of love" and "clothes of death" have to be put aside.

I don't know why Alicia brought this with her when she traveled through time.

Alicia pressed the switch to play the recording.

"Mei's horns are so nice to touch!"

"Uh, that's not it." Alicia quickly adjusted it a few times.

Then, Greshuin's voice came out from the speaker: "What are you looking at, boy? Get out of here when you've seen enough."

"It's Grayshus of the Thousand Tribulations Color." Alicia explained.

"And Phyllis's..."

"No, Sister Ellie!"

Watching this scene, Klein felt a little envious for no reason.

Wait, why are there fewer and fewer dishes on the table? Is it Amon?

Oh no, someone stole the food.

Dark history and the like are indeed important, but once you finish your Chinese meal, you don't know when you'll have it next time.

...

When there is no commission, being a detective is indeed an easy job.

Of course, the money you can earn every month is not stable.

But this doesn't matter at all, because Klein has long been an authority in the field of "poverty".

Nothing happened the next day, and Klein had a rare opportunity to relax.

On Tuesday night, Klein lay in bed and entered a dream state through meditation.

This time, he will not return to the promised land, but re-enter a new simulated universe.

The feeling of weightlessness faded away, and Klein noticed that he was in a ruined royal city. Facing him was a towering temple with dull colors and a red and black theme.

Klein was extremely envious.

This is the church I want!

Instead of Backlund's shabby little house that was worse than a tavern.

The magnificent temple in the center of the royal city was entangled with steel thorns, and the machines that seemed to have lost their power supply were lying in various corners of the royal city.

Desolate and dilapidated, with advancement and backwardness coexisting.

This is Klein's opinion of this royal city.

But Klein quickly corrected his thoughts.

Such an idea was too arrogant. He was not qualified to judge whether a civilization was backward or not.

It seems that I have been too arrogant recently and have even started to criticize other civilizations. Klein smiled and shook his head, shaking out the thoughts that shouldn't exist in his mind.

He needs to have a clearer understanding of himself, otherwise he will only be out of control.

Looking up, Klein noticed that there were two suns above his head. This reminded Klein of a novel he had read before called "The Three-Body Problem", although there was actually not much connection between them.

Then, he started walking towards the temple ahead. The huge door was engraved with ancient images and languages from other civilizations.

Crane stepped forward and studied it. It described a tyrant.

This planet is called Berenger. The king and civilians of Berenger were deceived by the Masked Fool, which caused the king to lose his life and almost destroyed the civilization.

And what about the Masked Fool? It seems that his reputation is not very good.

Then the tyrant decreed that all laughter in the realm be killed.

Laughter can actually be killed? Does it mean that everyone cannot laugh or that the laughter cannot spread?

Klein began to think about the problem from the perspective of mysticism.

It is also possible that people who come here cannot feel happy. However, Klein himself was not affected, so this is probably not the case.

Klein tried to laugh out loud, but the sound disappeared the moment it came out of his mouth.

"Laughter is not allowed here."

Klein heard this command.

It is true.

There were traces of explosions on the gate. Klein had seen a faction called the "Armed Archaeology School" in simulations before, and it felt like this was their work.

"But now, even though the king has passed away, the useless devices in this silent palace are still running forever."

"When you meet the King of Angry, you must offer your anger to him."

Klein cast his eyes towards the inscription, pondering its meaning.

He mobilized the extraordinary ability of the strange doctor and exerted the emotion of "anger" on the gate.

The next second, the desire for destruction and anger rose from his heart, and a faint tremor came from the ground. In the blink of an eye, the steel door was opened to him.

Klein imposed the emotion of "calmness" on himself, temporarily calming the desire for destruction in his heart.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Then he stepped into the door and saw the king's memories.

This planet has a technology that can transform anger into energy. This is a technology created by the angry king to fight against the locust plague in the universe.

Later, King Anger ruled the planet with high pressure for generations, hoping to generate more anger in this way.

But a person's inner anger has a threshold, and a person's adaptability to the outside world will gradually increase. People who live in a high-pressure environment for a long time will feel less and less anger, and from generation to generation, newborns will even take this kind of rule for granted.

In order to gain more anger, the King of Anger's rule became more and more extreme.

Until later, a masked fool passed by the planet. Maybe for fun, or maybe for some other reason, he "cheated" both the King and the common people.

Ultimately, this led to a 300-year-long rebellion, and King Chan was killed in the temple.

Before his death, King Anger ordered the killing of all laughter in his territory, trying to intensify the emotion of "anger" in this way.

But the civilians soon discovered that without the protection of the King of Anger, even if they still produced anger and could still use the magical device, the planet was soon swallowed up by the swarm of insects.

In desperation, they had to abandon their home planet and sell themselves to the Interstellar Peace Company.

Coming out of his memory, Klein didn't know how to comment on this matter.

Is the angry king wrong? It seems not. Because this is the only way he can think of. Is the common people wrong? It seems not.

So the Masked Fool was at fault? It didn't seem so, because Klein saw in his memory that the Masked Fool only provided weapons and supplies, and deceived the King of Anger to a certain extent, so that the King didn't notice it before it happened. And after that, no matter what the residents of the planet did, it was their own choice.

The world is not black and white. No one is always wrong, and no one is always right.

Klein felt sorry for this civilization, but he knew he had no right to comment on it from a high position.

Both are correct.

This is the conclusion he came to.

He didn't know whether the Masked Fool did this out of good intentions, but this incident gave Klein a clearer understanding of the Masked Fool.

Maybe they really do whatever it takes to have fun, and don't care too much about the consequences.

Then, what about Serris? Is he also such an unscrupulous person? Why did he let Klein see this? Klein didn't know.

Perhaps he hoped that I could have my own view on "happiness" and find my own "aesthetics of happiness"? Klein guessed.

While thinking, Klein passed through his memories and arrived inside the temple.

He saw a man, a painter holding a pen, mixing pigments on a palette, and in front of him was a landscape painting, which was the scene inside the temple.

"Actor? Strange doctor? No, none of them. You have a very mixed temperament, but none of them belong to you." Klein approached, and the painter suddenly spoke, "You haven't walked out of your own path, and the path of happiness is not that suitable for you."

Klein was stunned when he heard this. It was indeed true.

He can see so many things at a glance. Although he is not squinting, he must be a big shot. Klein thought.

"Hello, who are you?" Klein asked.

"I am a nameless scholar from the Zhumo School. You have no reason to remember me." The painter replied.

Candle and Ink School. Klein remembered this word. His knowledge was replenished.

Watching the painter's actions, he was a little curious about why he was painting here, but it was his private matter, so Klein didn't dare to ask.

But the painter answered without Klein asking: "Before history is eroded, someone has to copy it."

After that, he lightly tapped the canvas with a few strokes to outline Klein's figure.

"Am I also counted in history?" Klein didn't expect that he would be included in the painting.

"Today is history, and tomorrow is history too. As long as time is long enough and far enough," the painter replied, "I will be painted in the end."

As he was talking, the painting was gradually being perfected. At the very end, the painter sighed and bit his brush, as if he was struggling with how to add the finishing touch.

"The last stroke... What color is history in your opinion?" the painter suddenly asked Kline.

Klein thought back to the memory he had just seen.

"Gray?" he said uncertainly.

"Not bad... that's OK." The painter thought for a moment and made the final stroke with dark gray. The painter's strokes were so heavy that they almost pierced through the canvas.

"That's good... You know what? There are always people trying to annotate time with characteristics, and there are also people trying to fabricate the past based on incomplete history."

Crane thinks of fictional historians, who seem to try to invent the past.

"But in the face of time, these struggles are meaningless." The painter defined their behavior.

As the last sentence fell, the environment around Klein became dim and distorted, and he headed to the next scene.

(End of this chapterChapter 142: The Charming Moment of the Principality of Thieves

Chapter 142: The Charming Moment of the Principality of Thieves

When Klein regained his sight, he noticed that he was sitting in a dark tent.

All around was the hustle and bustle of people talking and walking around and the aroma of inducing sleep.

He raised his hand and felt something was wrong. The gravity here seemed to be too low, which made him feel top-heavy.

In front of him was a woman dressed as a fortune teller, with a long dark purple hooded cloak tightly wrapped around her body, dotted with stars. She had a veil on her face that obscured her features, revealing only a pair of beautiful, hazy eyes.

In the gloomy environment, she looks quite mysterious.

A fortune teller? Oh wow, this is really a perfect match for your profession.

Klein subconsciously activated his spiritual vision and saw that the color of her aura was very blurry. Klein could not judge her condition. But this just proved that the other party was indeed a person with real ability.

The fortune teller's veil concealed her expression, and only her blurry eyes looked at Klein. She pulled out a deck of tarot cards from her long sleeves, which were as deep as the starry sky, and expertly divided them into several stacks, displaying them in front of Klein.

This is divination for him.

"Peeking into fate is like pulling out parts from the bottom of a building block. If you are too greedy, the prediction will collapse." The fortuneteller placed his hand on the deck of cards. "And what do you hope to see from it?"

These were some very impressive words. Klein secretly wrote them down.

Maybe I can use it when I want to show off in the future.

"Is it free?" Klein asked.

He didn't have a penny now.

The fortune teller paused for a few seconds and nodded gently: "It's free."

"Nothing?" Klein emphasized.

"You won't lose anything." The fortune teller nodded helplessly.

"Okay, then, tell me about my recent fortune."

Klein asked a very common question. A simple question can often better reflect a person's professionalism.

The fortune teller took out three tarot cards and placed them on the table. This action made Klein shake his head inwardly.

Divination, this kind of thing allows the person being divined to flip the cards in order to see more things.

But perhaps this was a common divination method used by other civilizations. Therefore, Klein did not show any reaction.

You try to find a balance in your daily life, and even if it means making choices, you still yearn for the ideal free life.

The fortune teller flipped over the three tarot cards one by one, revealing patterns on them that Klein had never seen before.

The first card is a man wandering around in pajamas.

The second card is a group of robots.

The third card is a huge tree full of fruits.

Klein subconsciously raised his chin. He had never seen these tarot cards before, so it was difficult for him to interpret anything from them.

Refocusing his gaze on the fortune teller's face hidden by the veil, Klein waited for the result.

"You have experienced some unforgettable things that have profoundly changed the trajectory of your life. When you face them, the future will also change." The fortune teller spoke softly. Her voice was very gentle, and her tones were connected, with each word connected to the ending sound of the previous word.

"A positive attitude will eventually lead to positive results. After a lot of hard work, your life will soon usher in an exciting turn."

Klein crossed his fingers and said, "That sounds like a pretty good idea."

"Thank you." Although I don't know whether the divination is accurate, since the other party said good things, it won't be wrong to say thank you.

"You don't need to thank me." The fortune teller's tone returned to normal, "You have already paid the price."

What the hell did I pay for this? Explain yourself!

"Isn't it free?" Klein asked.

"You have nothing to lose." The fortune teller pushed the third chapter of the tarot card in front of Klein: "This is your reward."

Remuneration? You're paying me for what?

Can you please stop telling riddles at this time?

"Can you tell me what I paid?"

"Pay the price you should pay." The fortune teller continued to riddle the man.

Klein was a little mad.

"No, this...you have to make it clear."

"I copied some insignificant memories." After saying that, the fortune teller's figure gradually became transparent and disappeared before Klein's eyes.

Memory? Oh, that's fine, I thought you took my money.

Klein's eyes turned into dead fish eyes. Although he was upset about having his memory copied, there was no point in him staying here and sulking when everyone else had left.

He stood up reluctantly without touching anything in the tent.

Just like what happened just now, all the gifts from fate were secretly marked with a price. He didn't want to pay for what he took.

He was also slacking off. Before, everything in the simulated universe was free, but now that something suddenly required payment, he felt a little uncomfortable.

I left the tent and found myself standing in a night market.

He dusted himself off and walked along the street.

This was a ruin, with stalls from the night market set up on the broken walls. Klein walked aimlessly until he was blocked by a vending machine.

Looking at the logo above, Klein recognized that this should be a machine sold by Interstellar Peace Corporation.

Although it had no eyes, Klein felt that at this moment, the vending machine was looking at him alone, miserable and pitiful.

Damn it, how could he see such a human expression on a vending machine.

The light on the vending machine flashed twice, as if a human was blinking to be cute.

No, buddy, I'm not an intelligent machine. What's the point of you trying to use this trick on me?

As if it had seen through Klein's hard-heartedness, the vending machine made a miserable human voice: "Please buy some. If I don't see sales, I'll leave the company. I have a smart refrigerator and a sweeper at home to maintain."

Your family members are quite diverse.

Then, the vending machine began to complain frantically: "Kind sir, as the only salesperson in the Talia area, I have had negative sales for several consecutive years, and my performance ranks at the bottom of the sales department. If this continues, I will definitely be fired."

"Don't you have other people buying things here? As the only salesperson, you should be able to make a lot of money." Klein asked in confusion.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He still knows how profitable monopoly is.

The vending machine was stunned at first, as if it didn't understand why Klein asked such a question.

Then, as if it figured out something, the indicator light on the vending machine suddenly lit up.

"Kind sir, you don't know, look at the environment here, how does the saying go? Poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. Customers here never pay when they shop."

The vending machines fell over, with their backs facing Klein. They were covered with various grooves and footprints, as well as notches made by hammers, knives, etc.

"They all robbed it! I'm just a poor vending machine, and I don't have any weapons. How can I beat those strong organic life forms?"

Its tone was so sad that it even made Klein suspect that there was a real person hiding in the vending machine.

"Even if you say so, I don't have any money." Klein spread his hands.

"Look at what you said. This tarot card in your hand is worth a lot of money."

"Is that so?" Klein glanced at the tarot cards in his hand.

So, the fortune teller still had some conscience? At least he didn't fool me with fake stuff.

Looking at the miserable appearance of the vending machine, Klein sighed silently.

He didn't really need it anyway.

"Okay, then what can I get from you for this tarot card?"

"Anything is fine!" the vending machine said happily, "You can choose five items from me... no, three items to take away."

Klein looked around and saw that there were some snacks inside.

After thinking carefully, he chose two bags of what looked like potato chips and a can of what looked like Coke.

"Just put the tarot cards in through the hole for inserting banknotes," the vending machine said happily. Klein was speechless. He found himself actually seeing such joy in a vending machine.

Raising his hand and stuffing the tarot cards in, Klein stood there waiting for the vending machine to deliver the cards.

The vending machine did not deliver the goods, but instead asked a question: "Young man, is this your first time in the Principality of Thieves?"

The Thieves' Principality? This name gave Klein a sense of uneasiness.

The name sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I heard it.

"It seems so. As a reward for giving me this tarot card, I will kindly remind you to check yourself carefully to see if you are missing anything."

After saying that, the vending machine disappeared from the spot with a puff, just like a punctured balloon.

What the hell, I got cheated again!

Without having time to think about the fact that he had been cheated again, Klein quickly reached for his pocket.

No, he has only been here for a few minutes, not even ten minutes?

The paper figurines, bullets in his pocket, the revolver in his armpit pouch, and even the coins he usually used for divination are all gone!

It's bad, it's the thief's charm moment.

Klein was completely furious, and he immediately entered the state of Herrscher.

"No, that person can't afford to play!"

"If you are bad at it, practice more. If you can't afford to lose, don't play."

"Just fly if you want to, why are you so anxious?"

When the small vendors around saw Klein's condition, they immediately packed up their stalls and ran away.

He kept talking while running.

Klein was so angry that he wanted to use the explosive skill of the [Annihilation] mark to show them his talent.

Finally, Klein sighed and decided not to do it.

Forget it...

At this time, Klein finally remembered where he had seen the name of the Thieves' Principality. It was mentioned in the diary submitted by Ceres at a certain Tarot Club.

"Alas." As Klein sighed, the environment changed again.

(End of this chapter