Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Chapter 431 'The Fool' Is Very Busy

Backlund, 'The Bar for the Brave'.

In Nuo Da's private room, a brown-haired young man in a white shirt and black vest held a handful of cards silently.

Opposite him, there were several living corpses with expressionless faces and livid complexions sitting stiffly.

The game proceeds silently.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by, the brown-haired young man's eyes twitched slightly, and he turned the book at hand to a new page.

This book is the latest masterpiece of the fantasy writer Jon Joestar. It is called "Phantom Shadow". It is not long, but it is very suitable for someone's appetite...

"You can do this kind of thing by yourself." The brown-haired youth said coldly.

If you look closely, you can still find the murderous intent and madness that are tightly suppressed in his eyes.

No one responded.

The room was still dead silent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door suddenly.

The brown-haired young man froze for a moment, with a sullen face, he controlled the living corpse closest to the door to open the door.

But I saw a well-dressed, tall and straight young gentleman standing outside the door.

"Kaspers introduced me." He smiled slightly. "He said there is someone here who can help me."

"Come in." The brown-haired youth's expression remained unchanged.

Hearing this, the young gentleman stepped into the private room, took off his hat and introduced himself: "My name is Jon, Jon Joestar."

Ok?
The brown-haired youth's eyes became colder and colder.

At the same time, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly!
"You are not welcome here." The brown-haired youth said lightly, "Please leave."

"Whether you make money or not, are you sure?" Jon smiled and scanned around the room.

Finally, rest your eyes on a humble mirror.

The brown-haired youth stood up.

In an instant, all the living corpses playing cards stopped their movements and stared straight at Jon.

"It seems that you know my background." Jon didn't feel nervous at all, he dragged away a living corpse by himself, and sat down beside the brown-haired young man.

The brown-haired young man pondered for a moment, and said truthfully: "Extraordinary people like you who wander around the major official churches are very famous in our circle."

Regular fundraising and habitual reporting.

Not only is he free to get along under the noses of the major churches, but he is also ambiguous with several ladies and ladies, and his reputation is far and wide.

Although it is said that Jon Joestar is only a Sequence 6, many people believe that it is just a disguise...

"Ha, I'm so honored." Jon leaned back in his chair, glanced at the book in front of the brown-haired young man out of the corner of his eye, and asked with a smile, "Should I be happy to be so famous?"

"I said, you are not welcome here." The brown-haired young man's attitude was still cold.

Jon gradually restrained his smile, and said word by word: "Don't teach me how to do things."

After the words fell, the aura that belonged to mythical creatures burst out suddenly.

Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make the brown-haired youth, the 'living corpse' of Sequence 6, feel like falling into an ice cave.

"The rumors are true, Jon Joestar is definitely not just a 'disaster priest'!" The brown-haired youth's face was paler than usual.

call--

The gloomy wind blows.

Beside the brown-haired youth appeared out of nowhere a young woman with long hair in a pale gold bun and blue eyes.She has a rather delicate appearance, but her face is extremely pale. She is wearing a complicated and delicate black gothic court dress and a small black soft hat.

The young woman didn't speak, but just stared at Jon with blue eyes.

"The acting should be done in moderation, and don't forget who you are... No one stipulates what a 'wraith' is." Jon shrugged and pointed to the sofa opposite, "Sit."

I don't know, I thought he was the owner of this place.

The young woman was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay."

Her voice is quite pleasant, but too cold.

The brown-haired young man saw him and sat down obediently.

Jon scratched his eyebrows, "This is really difficult. Originally, I just wanted you to help me find one thing, but now you know my true strength..."

In the middle of speaking, he changed his words: "How about it, is what I wrote good-looking?"

The young woman answered truthfully, "It looks good."

Before that, she had never read a novel with a ghost as the main character.

Because of her own particularity, she unconsciously substituted into it.

Then she discovered that doing so actually had the effect of stabilizing human nature and resisting loss of control.

Jon raised his legs, "You hide here every day, how can you be a good 'wraith', go out and scare people, the more terrifying the rumors, the faster your potion will be digested."

To this, the young woman did not respond.

She is a 'temperance faction' who advocates suppressing instincts.

In other words, a rather restrained house ghost.

"Forget it, I'm just giving you a suggestion, you can listen to it or not." Jon didn't force it, and turned his head to talk about the business, "I got news of a Sequence 5 Extraordinary item in some way, but recently I I have a new plan, and I can't get away for a while."

As he spoke, he handed the clues he bought at the Extraordinary Gathering to the young woman.

The young woman took it, glanced at it, and said coldly: "Can I refuse?"

"It was possible before, but not now." Jon said in a very casual tone: "It's a great mercy not to kill you."

The young woman and the brown-haired youth did not speak.

Jon blinked, and suddenly thought of something, "Speaking of which, you 'moderates' are quite suitable to join that lord's command and become his disciples."

He took out an expensive pen from his suit pocket, and wrote the three-segment god name on the desktop.

"Don't say I don't take care of you, this kind of opportunity is not available to everyone." Jon, a senior cat breeder, smiled slightly.

He who can glimpse the trajectory of fate knows that the young woman's name is Sharon, and the brown-haired youth's name is Maric, both of whom are defectors from the 'Rose School of Thought'.

The 'Rose School' is a secret organization that believes in the 'Bound God'. Because of their different ideas, it is divided into the 'Temperance School' and the 'Indulgence School'.

Jon can't say which idea is orthodox. He only knows that the Sequence 0 "Bound One" of this path has been secretly controlled by the "Mother Tree of Desire" and has become a tool for harvesting beliefs and spreading desires.

This also means that this path has a lot of room for manipulation...

Moreover, the adjacent path of the "Prisoner" path is the "Criminal" path. The old days corresponding to the two are "Father of Demons", "Lord of Alien" and "Source of Curse", and the corresponding source quality is "Shadow World".

So what else is there to say?

Of course, such a dangerous thing should be in his own hands, so as to relieve some pressure on Klein.

"I'm such a good person." Qiao was almost moved to tears by himself.

While Sharon and Maric looked at the three-segment esteemed name written on the table, their mood fluctuated violently like an ancient well.

It turned out that behind Jon Joestar stood an evil god!
"It just so happens that today is a full moon, you two can choose a representative to pray to Him, and explain that I asked you to do this..."

Jon stood up, pondered for a moment, and pointed to Sharon, "Forget it, don't choose a representative, just you, there are too few women at parties now, it's boring."

Sharon: ...

'Party', is that a metaphor?

"Then, I hope to see you at the next party." Jon nodded.

After finishing speaking, he directly opened the portal and disappeared in place.

The room fell into dead silence again.

For a long time, neither Sharon nor Maric spoke.

Seeing the time passing by bit by bit, the corners of Maric's eyes twitched slightly, "So—"

"Even in the teacher, I have never felt that kind of breath." Sharon said calmly, "At least Sequence 2, Sequence 1 is not ruled out."

Sequence 1...

Maric felt bitter in his mouth.

The angels of Sequence 1 either stepped into the kingdom of God with half of their feet, or spoke of the will of the true God in the world.

Looking at the situation of Jon Joestar, it should be the second type.

Hey~
That is, they have no other options at all.

Sharon took a deep look at the tabletop, then erased all traces, and flew lightly into the mirror, "Tonight, I will pray to that 'fool', you go, leave me alone. "

Although she looked cold, there was no doubt that Sharon cared about her companions.

Hearing this, Maric said without even thinking about it: "We must die together."

He undid the first button of his shirt. "Honestly, I've had enough of being a 'prisoner'."

no respond.

The room was dead silent.

That night.

The bright moon hangs high.

In a two-story building, Klein, disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, rested his legs comfortably on the table, and the old god was listening to the music on the phonograph.

Aurora will be very generous, and Mr. A is very generous.

Relying on the special appropriation, he has all the things in order, and when he advertises in the newspaper tomorrow, the detective agency can start normal business.

"I usually stay at the office, the Church of Evernight, because I'm a reserve member, so I don't need to call every day, just go to the church on weekdays..." Klein was thinking about how to divide the roles by himself. two corners.

Suddenly, a shining crimson star appeared in front of his eyes.

This scene is too familiar to him.

Trying to communicate spiritually.

For no reason, Klein felt a little weird.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up the newspaper on the table and walked into the bathroom.

Eh.

It smells right.

Communicating with the crimson stars spiritually, his consciousness came above the gray mist, and he put on the vest of "The Fool" with ease.

At the same time, Sharon in the private room of the 'Brave Bar' only felt a blur in front of her eyes.

In the next second, she came to an incomparably magnificent and huge palace, and saw the mysterious figure who was surrounded by gray mist and whose face could not be seen clearly.

"He is the 'fool'? "Sharon thought to herself.

Without hesitation, she raised the hem of her black skirt in a very standard manner, and saluted, "Nice meeting, great Fool, my name is Sharon. "

Klein: ? ? ?

what happened.

Know my identity?The opening remarks I prepared are useless!
He chuckled, "You know me? That's really strange."

Sharon didn't dare to look up, "The angel under your seat told me your honorable name, and he said, this is my chance."

Angel……

Jon Joestar!
Klein suddenly felt a toothache.

of course.

With his current personality, this feeling must be phantom pain.

Changing to a more relaxed posture, Klein seemed casual and said, "Hehe, what did he say?"

"He..." Sharon considered his words carefully, "He said that a person like me is very suitable to be your believer."

Klein was speechless.

Although he knew that this way of attracting people to join the club, there was a high probability that Jon Joestar was taking the initiative to curry favor with the "Lord of Origin Castle".

But the point is, I'm just a small Sequence 7, and I didn't say anything in advance to do this, isn't it purely for fun.

Klein chuckled, "He, he can always come up with some new tricks for me...

Forget it, since you have come here, it means that fate is destined to be like this.

I'm a "fool" interested in long history, and some of you, like you, are guests at parties I throw.They have different identities here, and you can choose one too. "

After speaking, a stack of Tarot cards appeared on the long bronze table beside Sharon.

Sharon pondered for a moment, then drew out the 'temperance' card.

Klein said: "Then, Miss Temperance, you are welcome to join."

After saying something about the Tarot Society, Klein sent Sharon back to the real world.

Without the presence of outsiders, he immediately returned to his original shape.

"It's such a depressing aura, what kind of Extraordinary is that lady?"

"The strength is not low, at least Sequence 5."

"What the hell is Jon Joestar doing? I have to beat him properly at the party in a few days, or else..."

I thought today's matter would end here.

Unexpectedly, just as Klein was about to log out, another crimson star began to twinkle.

"Come again!" Klein's scalp tingled.

Goddess, how many people did Jon Josta fool into believing in "The Fool"?

"Look, let's talk after seeing..." He muttered to himself, sinking his consciousness into the stars.

But in a certain bedroom, a young woman with slightly curly brown hair was praying with a pale face.

Klein asked in surprise, "Miss Forsi?"

It's a bit difficult now.

In all fairness, he has a good feeling for Forsi.

And looking at the opponent, it was obvious that he was influenced by external forces and was on the verge of losing control.

Klein sighed.

Forget it.

There is already a new member tonight, and it's okay to have one more Miss Forsi.

Communicate with the crimson stars through the power of the gray mist.

Forsi's influence from Mr. Men disappeared immediately.

Like Sharon, her consciousness came to the mysterious palace.

Next, similar rhetoric, similar process.

In the end, Xianyu left the gray mist with the codename 'magician'.

"Huh~" Klein took a long breath.

I don't know why, but the influence of Miss Forsi's raving on a moonlit night is particularly serious tonight. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't take the initiative to pray to "The Fool"...

At the same time, somewhere in the starry sky.

"A few more, look how stingy you are, Amon's bugs of time are all sent to me in pieces." Jon said while pulling the bugs on Mr. Men's body with transparent filaments.

Mr. Men wants to cry but has no tears.

Under the shaking of the mind, the second personality that had been gradually suppressed showed signs of loosening.

Just now his consciousness was only in a trance for a while, and the second personality produced by the pollution started acting like a monster again, shouting at the top of his throat.

Ugh.

I hope it will not affect future generations in his native land.

"I don't know if anyone heard the information about 'Tingen' that was passed on last time, and whether they got rid of the clone cast by the evil star god." Mr. Men sighed in his heart.

Today, He is still extremely melancholy.

(End of this chapter)