Chapter 39: A Favored One of “Concealment”

Chapter 39: A Favored One of “Concealment”

Above the boundless grayish-white fog, inside the majestic, towering palace.

The moment Leonard Mitchell’s figure appeared beside the bronze long table, he instinctively stood, wanting to bow to Mr. Fool.

However, as his gaze swept over, he discovered that the seat was empty. No one sat there.

Mr. Fool usually isn’t here? As this thought flashed through Leonard’s mind, he cast his gaze toward the very end of the mottled long table.

The World sat there silently, his figure as blurry as if it had fused with the gray fog.

“…Since it’s just the two of us, there’s no need to deliberately use Gehrman Sparrow’s appearance.” Leonard sat back down as he casually said this to The World.

After discovering that Mr. Fool was absent, he immediately became extremely relaxed. He was no longer as restrained as when he had first attended the Tarot Gathering. He was practically one step away from propping both legs up on the table.

“Habit,” Klein replied briefly.

Leonard nodded thoughtfully.

“I heard that Gehrman Sparrow’s image at sea is cold, reserved, refined, and courteous. Your current performance fits that description very well. But Klein, you weren’t like this before. You must remember that you’re only acting. You can’t let the identity of Gehrman Sparrow affect you.”

Hey, I pulled you up here to talk about Amon, not to make small talk! Are you that unconcerned about the old grandpa in your body? Klein was indeed accustomed to using The World’s image in this kind of setting. But after Leonard pointed it out, he actually found it awkward to change back into his original appearance. He gave a soft “mm” and said,

“Did Pallez Zoroast teach you that you are ‘only acting’?”

“Yes.” Leonard answered frankly.

This old grandpa seems fairly decent. He even told Leonard such crucial and important knowledge… Compared to Him, that earlier rat demigod really did harbor ill intent. He taught Hazel almost no common sense. Even where he did teach her something, he twisted it to a certain extent. Heh, even a wild Beyonder who has reached the level of demigod can’t possibly know nothing, right? Even Kalvetua, that half-mad sea serpent, knew how to respond to rituals, how to demand sacrifices, and even how to bestow a few divine arts… Inwardly, Klein began forming a preliminary image of Pallez Zoroast.

However, he did not make a judgment based on this alone. After all, when fishing, one had to prepare bait. A single matter alone could not prove much.

Seeing Klein remain silent, Leonard ended the pleasantries and moved to the main topic.

“Where did you discover new traces of the Blasphemer Amon?”

Klein summarized the key points.

“I was tracking a demigod of the Marauder pathway who was on the verge of losing control. As a result, I encountered Amon in the outskirts of Backlund and had no choice but to directly escape by relying on Mr. Fool’s power.”

“So Amon’s avatar really is still in Backlund…” Leonard sighed. Then, slightly curious and quite casual, he asked, “Why were you tracking that demigod of the Marauder pathway who was on the verge of losing control?”

After asking, he abruptly realized something and hurriedly added,

“If it involves one of Mr. Fool’s plans, pretend I never asked.”

Why? Isn’t dealing with Beyonders who are approaching or have already lost control one of the Nighthawks’ responsibilities? Hearing Leonard’s question, Klein felt a wave of emotion.

He recalled his experiences in Tingen City.

During that short period of a little more than two months, he had handled several similar matters: a Mandated Punisher of the Church of Storms turning into a monster, Hood Eugen losing control, and Old Neil being polluted by the Hidden Sage. Although the total number had not been large, they had left a deep impression on him, carving certain principles of conduct into his bones.

Therefore, after combining the information he already had with the news that a rat had gone mad and bitten…