Mystery: At the start, you gain the uniqueness of the thief.

Chapter 69 The Fool Realizes He's Short of Money

Klein: ...

Klein subconsciously touched his empty wallet. As a Red Glove, he had of course received his salary for the month, but after renting a house in Tingen, most of the money had been spent, and now he had very little left. He even owed Rosen about 20 pounds.

Klein hadn't paid much attention to it at first, since he didn't have many expenses right now, and what he had left was enough to last until his next paycheck, and he could even pay back the money he owed Rosen.

But now, reminded by Rosen, Klein suddenly remembered something—he was no longer someone who only had himself to feed; he had a church to support.

Although the church currently has only Moretti as a confirmed member besides the Tarot Society members, and he is the only one who needs to be paid, this does not mean that the church will not recruit anyone in the future.

And these people obviously need to be paid.

Besides, although the Church of the Night would help build the Church of the Fools' churches, Klein couldn't possibly rely on the Church of the Night for help with all his churches; he wasn't that shameless.

If a church wants to develop, it naturally needs a large number of churches, a large number of supporting church members, a large number of materials for cultivating extraordinary individuals, and a large number of sealing artifacts for church members to use...

Even if we can temporarily borrow some of these things from the Church of the Night, we can't really borrow them forever, since the Church of the Night is also in short supply.

Klein suddenly felt a little dizzy, and he suddenly realized how expensive it was to support a church.

Mr. Fool, however, has no money!

He now only has 2 pounds and 15 pence in his pocket.

Klein then recalled the plots in those time-travel novels where time travelers made a fortune quickly by inventing various things and becoming civil officials, and then he realized that Russell had already exhausted this path, so he took a deep breath.

He then looked at Rosen with a determined gaze and said, "Next time, please let me write a few lines too."

Rosen then revealed a satisfied smile and said, "Don't worry, I won't let you take the blame. I'll take responsibility for my own actions. I'm a very self-aware person who's willing to risk my life."

really?

Klein recalled the incident he witnessed during the Third Age, in which "Red Angels hunted down the Son of God, Amon was no match for Rosen, and was forced to protect him, ultimately suffering the tragic loss of his hair," and fell into deep doubt.

……

Leonard, of course, couldn't hear what Rosen and Klein were saying, but he had one good point: he was inquisitive. So, when he realized he really couldn't understand their conversation, Leonard couldn't help but whisper a question to Palles:

"Old man, can you understand what they're saying? What language is it? Elvish?"

"I want you to learn more about mysticism. This isn't Elvish, although some of the pronunciations are indeed similar."

Pales first criticized Leonard's classmate for not studying hard enough, and then said leisurely, "I don't know what language this is either, I can't understand it."

"No way, how dare you say that to me?" Leonard couldn't help but retort.

“At least I can tell that this isn’t any known language, which you can’t,” Pales said with a chuckle. He glanced at the two people talking through Leonard’s eyes and suddenly said, “Perhaps they are using the language from Roselle’s Notebook.”

"Russel's Notebook? Those strange square characters?" Leonard paused for a moment, then asked curiously, "Old man, how did you know that?"

"Because I have eyes and a brain, didn't you notice that the cover of the notebook in Rosen's hand has the words from Russell's Notebook?" Palles asked very sincerely. "I remember the Midnight Poet's eyesight should be quite good."

Leonard then noticed the detail he hadn't seen before, and his face immediately turned red. He couldn't help but mutter strange things like, "I just didn't notice," and "How could you just look at someone else's notebook?"

Rosen had finished talking with Klein about Russell, and he glanced at Leonard, who was obviously chatting with the old man, and suddenly asked with a smile, "Pares, there's something I've always been curious about."

"What is it?" Leonard asked with a curious expression, then paused and added, "That's what the old man asked."

"Is Leonard a long-lost child of the Zoroaster family?" Rosen asked with a smile. "After all, you shouldn't easily let outsiders call you 'old man'."

Upon hearing this, Klein couldn't help but glance at Leonard. He didn't know the specifics of the other party's situation, but as the master of the Source Castle, he could roughly sense that there should be a parasite on the other party.

So this parasite is an angel of Zoroaster?

I remember Rosen saying that the Zoroaster family had an old angel who could be called the conscience of a thief. Could it be the other person?

Klein recalled Rosen's explanation of the mystical gossip and trivia, mentioning the thief angel, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his face.

Leonard was stunned. Of course he knew the Soloarst family, a noble family of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Era. And from what Prince Rosen said, the old man was a member of the Soloarst family.

If I were a child of the Zoroaster family who had been separated from his family, wouldn't that old man become my great-great-great-grandfather's...great-great-grandfather?

As an orphan, Leonard found it difficult to adjust to suddenly having an ancestor.

"Why must it be someone of the Zoroaster family bloodline for me to give preferential treatment?" Pales's shadow materialized, landing on Leonard's shoulder like a small bird. He said, "Perhaps I'm just reminded of the old days because of this child."

"Neither admitting nor denying, that's typical of you, a seasoned veteran." Rosen shook his head, not really dwelling on the question, since he had only asked casually out of curiosity.

"Old man, am I really your... uh, descendant?" Rosen wasn't bothered, but Leonard was. He couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"Why don't you call me 'ancestor' now?" Pales glanced at him, neither admitting nor denying, but just said with a smile.

"Uh... but this is weird." Leonard scratched his head, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Fine, I'll just keep calling you 'old man' from now on!"

As for the Zoroaster bloodline, it's not really important; it won't affect his dinner that night.

In a sense, Leonard is actually very broad-minded.

"Sometimes I really envy your brain." Pales could obviously tell what Leonard was thinking. He shook his head and said with a sigh.

"Why are you suddenly praising me?" Leonard chuckled instinctively at first, then belatedly realized, "Wait, are you praising me?"

"Hehe, guess," Pales said with a chuckle.