Secret: My vest is all over the timeline

"But even though today is the full moon, it's still daytime, so there's no rush. I can give Klein a surprise first..."

Linn stretched, stood up, walked to the window and looked at No. 15 Minsk Street opposite. After confirming that Klein had not gone out, Linn took a deep breath and began to prepare for the next script. .

The script he was referring to was of course nothing else, but the incident in which "angel fellow informed Lynn Sotos about the whereabouts of Lanreus and made Lynn Sotos pray to the Fool with an irresistible condition."

In fact, Linn was not sure that Klein would definitely follow the script and let him join the Tarot Club, and he was not prepared to use 008 to force him to do anything in this regard.

Anyway, even if this script doesn't work, Linn still has scripts two, three and four behind him, so there's really no rush.

Ever since, since he had no commission, Klein was sitting at home, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper while paying attention to the movement of the house opposite. He saw Lynn Sotos going out happily again wearing his indescribable disguise. Yes, it seems that I have received some commission.

However, just a few hours later, Lynn Sotos, who had been so happy before, appeared on Minsk Street in a state of despair. Or it could not be described as being in a state of despair. It looked more like he had suffered a major crisis. A bad choice can lead to bankruptcy.

"What's going on..." Klein frowned slightly. He looked through the window at Linn on the street outside the window. He was hesitating whether to take the initiative to ask about the situation when he saw that Linn seemed to sense his sight. Look up at him.

Klein hesitated for a second, stood up, and waved to Lin.

Ten seconds later, the living room of No. 15 Minsk Street once again welcomed its familiar guest.

"Lynn, what's wrong with you? Are you encountering any difficulties?"

Klein asked with slight concern while pouring him a cup of coffee according to Linn's habit.

Whether it was public or private, it was impossible for Klein to ignore Linn's strange behavior.

"I...I don't know whether I should say..." Linn took the coffee and took a sip. His expression looked hesitant and entangled, but he wanted to confide in others but felt it was not appropriate.

It can be said that Lin En is really good at acting.

Klein naturally saw Lin En's deliberate display of "hesitating to speak and yet wanting to speak." After thinking about it, he took a sip of coffee and said, "If you encounter difficulties, you might as well follow me. Let’s talk, you also know my strength, even if you offend a big shot like Ambassador Intis again, I won’t be able to accept another commission.”

His tone was calm and gentle, but the content of his words was very reassuring.

"It's not that kind of thing..." Linn shook his head. He looked at Klein in front of him, his expression hesitated for a few seconds, then sighed and said, "Do you remember the last time Miss Audience's companion mentioned something to us? A fool who has been there?"

Um? Why is there such a thing as a fool?

Klein was stunned for a moment, but his expression was calm. He looked at Linn with some confusion and said, "What? Did you find out some news related to the Fool? Or encountered something related to the Fool?"

The expression was equally natural, as if he really didn't know what the Fool was, and had nothing to do with the Fool - it can only be said that in terms of acting, every remnant of the old days was really proficient in it, except for a certain emperor.

Maybe this is the reason why all the fellow villagers have become prosperous, but only a certain emperor is forced to live in a state of immortality and can only wait for Klein to get it.

"I..." Linn's eyes wandered for a moment, his lips moved, and indeed he didn't utter a single word for a long time.

Fortunately, Klein was patient enough and did not rush when he saw this. He slowly drank coffee and waited quietly.

The living room fell silent. After half a minute, Klein saw that Linn seemed to have finally prepared himself mentally. However, his first words almost made Klein choke.

"I have a friend who is very close to me..."

Klein: ...

Is the friend you are talking about yourself?

Klein was really dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Linn would actually use the standard phrase "I have a friend." However, considering Linn's usual personality, he suddenly felt that it was very reasonable.

Although the other party is very cautious in some things, in many things it is really hard to tell whether he is intentional or really careless.

"Well, how's that friend of yours doing?" Complaints are a complaint, and Klein naturally wouldn't expose Linn, so he asked along the way.

"That friend of mine, for some special reasons, may have to pray to the Fool..." Linn said, and then he heard a cough. It turned out that Klein, who was drinking coffee opposite him, finally choked. .

"Ahem..." Klein coughed twice, not even bothering to wipe up the accidentally spilled coffee with a handkerchief. He looked at Linn and confirmed, "You want to pray to the Fool? Are you kidding me?"

Klein was not worried that his attitude at the moment would arouse any suspicion. After all, normal people with common sense in the extraordinary field would have this reaction when hearing Linn's words.

"It's not me, it's a friend of mine." Lin retorted without changing his expression.

"Okay, it's not you, it's a friend of yours." Klein didn't solve the problem. He just looked at Linn in confusion and surprise and asked:

"But why does your friend suddenly want to pray to the Fool? Doesn't he know the dangers of doing so? That is an unknown hidden existence, maybe some evil god?"

When it comes to self-destruction, Klein does not hesitate when necessary.

"Of course he knows that it is dangerous to do so. In fact, he knows very well that after praying, he may fall into the abyss like the friend of the audience member, with no possibility of being saved..." Linn put down the coffee in his hand, His eyes were wandering, as if he was lost in memories, and his voice was getting lower and lower.

"Then why do you still pray to the Fool?" Klein asked again. Without the reminder of spiritual intuition, Klein could guess that this was most likely related to his fellow angel.

"I... no, because someone made an offer that my friend couldn't refuse..." Lin En seemed to wake up from his memories. He took another sip of coffee, as if to convince himself, "There are always some things, like My own life is more important."

Klein was speechless. He didn't know what conditions Lin En mentioned, and he didn't know what kind of thing could make Lin En know that there was an abyss in front of him and still not look back.

Klein could tell that Linn had actually had a tendency for a long time. He might be a little hesitant, but more often than not he simply wanted to talk to someone, not really want to get advice.