Mystery: Chaos Path

Klein was stunned, a subtle emotion welling up within him. Of course, he knew why the Fool's honorific was so clearly pointed—because it was designed by him, the transmigrator.

Klein couldn't help but say, "You're being too impulsive. What if the Fool is an evil god?"

"I'm not afraid. Have you forgotten I still have a teacher?" Roelin looked at Klein, puzzled, and said, "You don't think the old guy would let me run around without taking any protective measures, do you?"

Klein thought of Lucifer's protective attitude and the Night Goddess's attitude toward Lucifer, and suddenly felt relieved.

That's right. An ordinary Beyonder provoking a suspected evil god would indeed be courting death, but with a backer like Lucifer, Jack really had the capital to directly charge in.

"Wait, if Mr. Lucifer left protective measures on you, why did you almost lose control when you established contact with Mr. Door?" Klein suddenly thought of something and asked suspiciously.

Roelin blinked. Facing Klein's suspicious gaze, he didn't rush to defend himself but looked at Klein meaningfully and said, "Klein, I don't remember telling you about this. How did you know?"

He originally didn't plan to expose Mr. Fool's disguise at this time, but since the other party had delivered himself to his doorstep, he, as a 'white-cut-black,' naturally couldn't ignore it.

This time, it was Klein's turn to freeze. He almost subconsciously explained, "Mr. Fool told me these things…"

"So, you and Mr. Fool have a really good relationship. He even told you these things," Roelin said, looking at him with a smile. "Yet, even knowing all this, you don't have a seat in the Tarot Club."

Klein's goosebumps rose all over his body. If he were in cat form now, his fur would definitely be standing on end.

Klein admitted that he was now a little nostalgic for the naive and innocent Jack. Whether it was because he was considering his persona or not, that Jack wouldn't have shown such a keen attitude.

At the same time, Klein also remembered something—before, he thought Jack was a naive and innocent person, so he didn't overly conceal some things. Now that he thought about it, they were all loopholes.

A person who could pinpoint his transmigrator identity in one meeting, hadn't he really noticed that he was the Fool himself?

Klein laboriously raised his head to look at Roelin and tentatively said, "You know, don't you?"

This sentence could be interpreted in two ways, either asking "You know I am the Fool," or asking "You know my special relationship with the Fool."

"Know what? I don't know! I'm just a naive and innocent person with an empty head," Roelin said with an innocent expression.

This made Klein feel a little stomachache. After struggling for a while, he still couldn't help but say, "You know I am Mr. Fool, don't you?"

He revealed his hand. Anyway, this secret was no longer a secret to Lucifer. Letting Jack know was fine!

Moreover… Klein looked at Roelin. As expected, the other party's expression didn't show any surprise after hearing his words.

This meant that Jack had indeed known all along that he was the Fool!

Damn it!

Even Klein couldn't help but grind his teeth at this moment. He looked at Roelin and almost squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "So you've been watching me make a fool of myself all along!"

"No way, you were the one who tricked me with the identity of the Fool first. I just went along with it as if I didn't know anything. How can you blame me?" Roelin not only didn't feel guilty but began to shift the blame righteously.

The blamed Klein felt guilty for a moment, then he reacted and asked, "When did you know I was the Fool?"

"Of course, I knew it the first time I met Mr. Fool," Roelin said, telling the truth. Although he knew who the Fool was when he was reading the book, he matched the Fool in the real world with Klein when he first met him.

Klein just ground his teeth and continued to ask, "How did you do it?"

He believed that his acting as the Fool was passable and shouldn't have given himself away in one meeting.

"Klein, what does a god look like in your eyes?" Roelin didn't answer directly but smiled and asked.

Klein was stunned for a moment.

Roelin didn't need his answer and went on to say, "Mr. Fool is too gentle. He even got angry because I accidentally provoked Mr. Door… How could a god who doesn't know me care so much about me?"

He looked at Klein, smiled, and continued, "Only my friends would get angry because of my death-seeking behavior and care so much about me!"

Klein was speechless and a little embarrassed in the face of Roelin's sincere smile. He thought for a while and continued to ask, "So, what exactly happened that time you provoked Mr. Door?"

"Just a test…" Roelin said generously, "Mr. Door is friends with the old guy, so I asked Mr. Door to help me make my state on the verge of losing control to test the Fool's attitude."

"If the Fool is really related to my transmigration, he couldn't possibly let me, this chess piece, die. He would definitely take some measures."

Roelin looked at Klein, blinked, and said, "In fact, he did take measures, didn't he?"

Klein frowned. If he had been blinded by Roelin's naive and innocent image before and hadn't noticed something, now that Roelin wasn't acting, Klein's keenness almost made him realize a certain characteristic of Roelin, which made him frown and say, "What if the Fool isn't me? Or he has nothing to do with your transmigration?"

"That's okay too. Mr. Door will stop in time. I won't really lose control. I can just drink some potions to treat it later."

Roelin said as a matter of course. This was also his original plan—if Klein really didn't save him, he naturally wouldn't let himself lose control. He would do whatever he needed to do.

"Jack…" Hearing Roelin's words, Klein frowned even more. He looked at Roelin and sighed, "Have you ever thought that if something unexpected happened, you would really lose control?"

"It won't happen. Mr. Door knows his limits, and I'm not that easy to lose control," Roelin waved his hand. Of course, he could tell that Klein was worried about him, so he added, "Don't worry, really."

"Jack, what is your attitude toward your life?" Klein wasn't comforted at all but frowned and asked.

"What attitude? Haha, Little Diviner, don't you know that your little friend doesn't care about his own life at all?" Medici's sarcastic voice sounded at this moment. He reappeared on the sofa, even holding an apple in his hand.

"To be honest, I value my life more than him."