【Klein-centric】Stories that exist because of you

【克中心】因你而存在的故事

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*Klein Center, no CP, all members have CB relationships, the time is in the sixth era after the apocalypse.

*This is essentially a lighthearted and joyful account of the daily routine of making dumplings. Please be careful to avoid any pitfalls.

*I have only watched Guimi and my memory is not good. There are many bugs and oocs. It is not rigorous and not sophisticated. It means that it has nothing to do with the Suhuan and has added a lot of private settings and magic changes. Apologies in advance (

*The niece's name in this article is Claire and Benson's wife is Ruth.

*Happy birthday, Zhou Mingrui.

1.

As the slender minute hand stopped waiting next to the number 11, the oven made its presence known with a crisp "ding", awakening the black cat from his wild fantasy. He struggled to break free from the soft embrace of the sofa, yawned and jumped to the ground, his whole body stretched and stretched up as he stretched, and under the gaze of the twisted shadow under his feet, like plasticine, he was shaped into a human form in an instant.

The young human male closed his eyes sleepily, as if he was still reluctant to give up the peace between half asleep and half awake, while the afternoon sun gently kissed his eyelids, and persistently drove the warm wind to harass him. He then opened his eyes, and his dark pupils melted into a soft brown in the warm light, which, after being mixed with the color of the sun's glory, was surprisingly different from the caramel on the top of the pudding's head.

"Okay, Huang Tao, just wait." Klein muttered. "Next time I will definitely unplug your network cable..."

He blocked out protests and chuckles from somewhere. Klein raised his hand and saw that the minute hand on the dial on his wrist had moved forward one position after sixty seconds of waiting. The special number 12 was within reach.

2:59 pm.

He snapped his fingers, and the oven opened its door automatically, spewing out the baking tray that filled the room with fragrance. The apple-shaped cookies quickly cooled down from the high temperature and were placed one by one in the box on the table. The paper box closed smoothly by itself, and then disappeared without a sound. The kitchen had completed its mission, and the kitchen waste jumped into the trash can on the sweet wind.

The second hand ticked slowly and steadily according to its rhythm. Klein glanced at his watch again and took a step forward. The scenery around him changed rapidly and stopped in a courtyard full of flowers. The chair beside the round table stepped back gentlemanly. The moment he stood firm, the minute hand finally waited for its turn and impatiently "clicked" and pointed straight to 12.

Layers of starlight clustered around the outline of the open door, and the eraser slowly erased the environment in the air that covered the layers below. The blonde woman who was originally sitting in her seat suddenly disappeared and reappeared, and when everyone was seated, she stood up with a smile.

"Good afternoon, everyone." Audrey lifted her skirt and saluted, her voice as cheerful as every time before.

It is now 3:00 PM on Monday, Loon time.

This is the time for Tarot Club.

2.

Four people were sitting in a garden belonging to a wealthy man. On the table covered with a lovely tablecloth were snacks, cookies, and teacups with different contents.

The green-eyed poet, with his legs crossed lazily, talked about his week-long battle of wits with the cat that was good at hiding outside his house, and complained about how one of his elders had thrown him out of the house without any hesitation; the writer, who was more like half-lying than sitting, enthusiastically shared a half-thought-out story with no follow-up yet, and did not forget to add a patch like "It is more hateful to add a tail to a story than to be continued, so it is reasonable for me not to update if I have no inspiration"; the audience with golden hair told the interesting travel stories of detective Miss Susie and her assistant Audrey, which was supplemented by a big golden retriever who shook off the leaves on its head; the provider of handmade cookies was only responsible for listening and complaining, and his hands were busy adding a lethal amount of milk and sugar to his cup.

If you tell others that this is a Tarot Club, the Fool's followers will most likely be confused and furious - this is slander against a righteous God!

After all, the copyright of this name is known to everyone to belong to Mr. "The Fool", representing His most mysterious, original, and unknown believers. They were blessed by the Lord, listened to His decrees in front of God, and spread the gospel He bestowed on people. Although this meeting before God, with unknown numbers and identities of participants, only occupied a small chapter in the Lord's holy book and was not written about too much, it was added to the fantastic and bizarre folk legends passed down by word of mouth, becoming one of the characters that can represent the most magnificent and bizarre image of this emerging church. To put it more exaggeratedly, as the few people who can directly communicate with God, they even represent, to a certain extent, some of the characteristics of the Fool in the eyes of believers.

——It should be compassionate, magnanimous, mysterious and powerful.

But from a practical point of view, I'm sorry to say that the Tarot Club is such a loose and free organization. After all of Mr. Fool's various small accounts were wiped out in a local area, some members gradually began to let themselves go. Under the anesthesia of the comfortable atmosphere of the Sixth Epoch, this degree of letting go is even higher.

After all, there is no threat of war and doomsday. The issue of saving the world has been realized in reality. The true angels are all old acquaintances. There are only a few rumors and gossips about them. The discussion of the Tarot Club has gone off track, turning around from the chaotic and strange extraordinary world and rushing towards the mundane world without looking back. It was the Black Emperor Roselle who made a cameo appearance as the "Emperor" who raised an objection: Isn't it a bit disrespectful to the source substance to play truth or dare while biting a lollipop in the kingdom of the great master above the spiritual world? If the old ghost knew about it, he would be so angry that he would do sit-ups in the coffin, right?

There are multiple bugs in this sentence: first, no one is eating lollipops; second, they are not playing Truth or Dare but Werewolf with extraordinary abilities banned; finally, based on the current Lord of Mysteries' understanding of his predecessor, the unrespectable and unlovable Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is more likely to clap his hands and laugh and say "interesting, interesting".

"Isn't this a classic quote from my second nephew?" Russell hesitated. "Xiao Zhou, is this correct?"

"That's right." The Lord of Mysteries nodded repeatedly.

After all, Amon's uniqueness as a spirit and his personality do not seem to be similar to his four fathers and one guardian in various senses. The only explanation can be the doting education method that the Creator has been following to this day, coupled with the downward influence of the three mysterious paths, which has caused Amon to grow crookedly and become what he is now on the basis of his originally crooked foundation.

In other words, Amon's humorous nature was most likely inherited from Tianzun. So it is reasonable to speculate that Tianzun has the same speech habit as Amon.

The crow with white eyes cried out loudly for justice, and said aggrievedly, "Mr. Fool, I am innocent - you are the one who has a crooked face, right?

The Creator touched the little crow's head, nodded and agreed that Amon was right.

The Fool then looked at the Black Emperor, who was actually stroking his chin in deep thought, and did not immediately stand by his good brother and speak for him.

This shows what kind of bad impression these three extraordinary people left on this group of intelligent creatures. The current Lord of Mysteries does not think he is a selfless, benevolent and benevolent god. He has played many pranks that can make the magic potion of the trickster melt in his mouth. In the end, he was still sentenced to "not crooked enough, but crooked in a different way" by the God of Mischief. Maybe the natural mythical creatures are different from him who drinks magic potions and deceives himself every day. He is still a human and must abide by the rules of human role-playing.

So the fool said, take it back, I now think that the Lord might say in a dull tone that we are just playing house.

But the Tarot Club's House Game has rarely been held in Sefirah Castle since then. It's not because Mr. Fool, who controls this source material, really feels that House Game has defiled it, but because the frequent appearance of Tianzun's name in this conversation always gives people an inexplicable sense of bad luck. In addition, the spirit insects on duty in other areas of Sefirah Castle protested against the bad behavior of the main body, which was enjoying the benefits while the whole family suffered.

Well, then let's go to the mortal world. Fall from the spiritual world shrouded in gray fog to the world of pain and uncleanness to experience human life.

There is no need to set a fixed date to meet, no need to force everyone to be present every time, no need to force caution and honorifics, no need to be separated by the chasm of the status of gods, just to talk as friends who have known each other for a long time. The initiator can be anyone, and the location can be anywhere. In someone's home, in a corner of a cafe, in the wilderness, in the cabin. Talk and joke, just like all friends in the world who meet regularly.

The only anchor is "Monday at 3 p.m.", which is unique and belongs to the Tarot Club.

Without the sacred cloak, the legends enshrined in the holy scriptures are just "she" and "he".

The goddess dressed in darkness sat on the fool's favorite lazy sofa and said, Zhou, I want to eat caramel cream toasted pudding. The fool said, "Okay, no problem, I will find a tutorial and make it for you and send it to the dark heaven."

The Queen of Disaster and Terror certainly doesn't need to eat, but Amanesis does.

The same goes for Klein.

3.

Therefore, it is reasonable that Mr. Fool himself would work diligently to turn his cup of black tea into full-sugar milk tea in the new version of Tarot Club. Mr. Star leaned over to take a look and asked him where the sweet milk that he had been drinking for an hour came from, and received a speechless stare.

"This is milk tea, Mr. Poet," Klein introduced solemnly. "It's pure natural milk tea without pollution or additives. It only has a little bit of fooling and grafting."

Fors stiffened her posture, and she and the chair moved forward together. She looked at him eagerly, and shook twice unconsciously. Then, she resolutely clasped her hands together and began to chant to Klein: "The favored one of the spirit world and Sefirah Castle, originated from the ancient mysteries, and witnessed the long history—"

He used Loenese, which was quite unprofessional, but Klein said stop.

Fors shuddered again and said firmly, "Okay, then, great Mr. Merlin, I wish for a cup of coconut matcha rice mochi with 70% sugar and no ice."

Klein was strangely silent for a moment, then he snapped his fingers and said emotionlessly, "Your wish has come true."

Fors shuddered twice more, and happily shrank back to Audrey's side with her chair. She pushed the two glasses of drinks that suddenly appeared on the table in front of her, and happily shared her happiness with Miss Justice.

Leonard sighed, "Where are your principles, Klein! You clearly said last time that you wanted to experience a life with zero miracles. Don't just ask me to make a wish for you!"

Klein said that was different, the miracle worker's ability was not used to write reports for you.

"Is it okay to just drink milk tea? I see through it. You just want to see me scratching my head over the report." The smart Leonard accused him with a broken heart. "That's too bad, Klein."

Klein let out a long "oh" and blinked. He put down the teacup, and the yellow crystal pendulum around his wrist swayed slightly with his movement. A black cat suddenly and lightly jumped out from its afterimage, starting from his forearm and nimbly jumping onto Leonard's legs.

"Then call the police, respected Inspector Mitchell." The black cat stepped on his thigh and licked his paw gracefully, with a haughty and arrogant aura. "Report to your super leader--"

How could the Demon Wolf of the Night really disturb the gods he believed in for such a small matter? He could only curl his lips and rub the cat's head viciously.

Audrey coughed lightly while holding the teacup, trying not to be rude and laugh out loud.

Klein ignored the innocent spirit bug's request for help as if nothing had happened. The black cat couldn't stand it any longer after the 3.4 seconds of the original body's attack, and its fur stood up, attacking Leonard's hand viciously with its claws. The physical fitness bonus of the sleepless path is completely incomparable to that of the fortune teller, not to mention the gap in sequence levels. A weak sequence 4 spirit bug used a series of cat punches to barely scratch the skin of the secret servant.

Leonard took a rather exaggerated breath, and smoothly produced a new pair of hands, which were responsible for rubbing the cat's head rudely again. The original two quickly raised the backs of their hands to show Klein, which was clearly a silent condemnation.

Klein thought, thank goodness you moved quickly, if it was any later I wouldn't be able to see it - is this how you use the eight legs of the demon wolf? I'm going to report you to Amani...

The black cat bared its teeth and meowed at Leonard, who, without any remorse, used the fading red marks to threaten the great Mr. Fool, claiming that if he could not eat the meal cooked by Mr. Fool within a week, he would go to the Moretti Court with evidence to sue the bad Moretti.

Audrey still couldn't hold back her laughter. She let out a few chuckles, attracting the curious Susie.

Susie tilted her head. "This looks fun, Audrey. Can you play this game with me?"

"Well, Susie, this isn't..."

Fors quietly took out her pen.

4.

All the stories in the world may end in vain.

The same is true for Tarot Club.

Don't get me wrong, no one or any relationship is harmed, and while humanity remains good, Saint Michael is especially safe. After all, Mr. Fool is a forgiving god, so he won't put the Servant of Secrets at risk of tripping over his left foot and rolling down the stairs.

Unlike in the past, with the daily routine of the Tarot Club, it has become common to stop at any time. Most of the time, it was because Mr. Fool, who tried his best to attend every meeting, was suddenly called back to the Star Realm by his current colleagues. The organizer of the first offline informal meeting chose to terminate the meeting when the first person needed to leave, and it became a routine. The abrupt end of this Tarot Club was thanks to the great Star Angel. She forgot that she had only turned on the directional do not disturb for an hour, and when she was watching the fun, she was called by her roommate in the name of a fatal series of calls. She had to raise her hand bitterly and say that she suddenly had an inspiration and she had to go back to finish the manuscript - this was a lie. In fact, she had no desire to write, but her roommate's small stature contained great energy. If she continued to delay the manuscript, then Hugh, who could not wait for the update and could see through every one of her excuses, would launch a just punishment on her.

So Miss Justice, the initiator of this meeting, nodded understandingly and announced that today's party was over. The magician picked up his milk tea, took a handful of biscuits on the table, and hurriedly opened the door to go home, not forgetting to leave a series of goodbyes before leaving.

Klein reflected on himself.

Once upon a time, Ms. Fors Wall was a cautious Extraordinary who respected the True God and loved her colleagues, and the Tarot Club was a mysterious meeting before the God, with a strong sense of ritual at the beginning and end. But now, Ms. Wall has basically overcome her fear of the "world" and even dared to say the honorific name of "The Fool" - of course, what's even more outrageous is that Leonard Mitchell dared to threaten a Pillar-level God who cooked for him. Maybe he grew eight legs and eight courage after his promotion.

And now, among the four people present today, only Miss Justice Audrey Hall can give Mr. Fool a little social distance.

The carefree "Xingxing" casually put his arm around him and asked him, "Klein, you are going home today, right? Can I go to your house for dinner? You promised me."

The Fool thought about it.

Audrey shook her head when Klein looked over and said briskly, "I'm afraid not today...but thank you for your kindness."

"Detective Susie is going to meet her informant," she explained with a smile. "Of course her most reliable assistant Audrey will go with her... Besides, there are listeners waiting for the detective story there."

Klein nodded and said, Your wish will come true.

Miss Justice smiled and said of course.

The hope she carries is priceless, the prospect she aspires to is fulfilled, and that vision embraces her, making her smile brighter than a gem.

Then there is only one guest left. Klein turned to Leonard and said, "Let's make three rules. You are not allowed to run into the kitchen early to eat, and you are not allowed to secretly use your extraordinary ability to play with the children."

Leonard said, "Uh, maybe, okay, no problem." His posture was casual and unfocused, his words were full of uncertainty and perfunctory, and he even pulled his hands out to tease the cat that could be regarded as the incarnation of Mr. Fool.

Unable to bear the annoyance, the black cat struggled to break free from his arms, pounced on his head nimbly, and made Leonard's already slightly messy semi-long hair even more messy.

Leonard whimpered.

Susie said that they had a very good relationship. Audrey smiled, her eyes, which were brighter than emerald, sparkling with joy.

They stood up and walked out of the flower cluster. Star, despite the world's rejection, persevered and put her arm on his shoulder. Justice, with brisk steps, smiled and praised the weather in the fool's pleading eyes. The four-legged "lady" with long golden hair tilted her head and looked for a while, saying, "I know, the magician's story also describes such a scene."

Dwayne Dantès raised his glass to them outside. Leonard met his gray eyes and nudged Klein with his elbow.

"No one has stipulated that the person who initiates and chooses the venue must be the same person." The world's top faceless man and puppet master replied to him. "Since Dwayne Dantès will be leaving soon, we might as well put his property to good use."

When he fabricated this identity, he had never thought of making Dawn a Beyonder. This gentleman who had been active in Backlund's upper class society was not young by default, and after experiencing the chaos and destruction of the apocalypse, it was time for him to make a dignified exit.

- Of course, the main reason was that Klein didn't want to be approached by strange fellow villagers at various banquets and events to get information, but he would never say that.

Audrey said: "Even so, there will be many people who remember him."

Dantes' story did not end in vain, although he never mentioned who the hatred in his name burned for, nor did he explain whether the souls of the deceased had found peace. But when he walked on the earth, he definitely gave more stories the possibility to continue to unfold. The avenger became the guardian, and this was a perfect enough ending for the story.

Klein said, maybe.

Leonard said "Oh" and blinked, "I remember you said you would give his inheritance to the church."

The Fool was silent for a while.

Then he continued calmly: "Well, apart from the part for the foundation, I will donate the rest of the property to the church."

Under the gaze of the senior deacon of the Church of Darkness, Mr. Fool seemed calm and added: "Donate to the Church of Darkness."

...Yes, as one of Mr. Fool's aliases, Dwayne Dantès is a devout believer in the Goddess of Night and has nothing to do with the Church of Fool.

The Servant of Secrets laughed wildly, and the black cat above his head looked at his real body, and gave the Evil Wolf a headbutt.

5.

Russell shook his head and sighed, Xiao Zhou, ah, Xiao Zhou.

Klein ignored him, so he sighed even louder. The gray fog surrounding him drifted a little further away because of this sigh. The spirit insects hid in the gray fog and listened to him repeating his words in a rhythmic manner from a distance.

"Xiao Zhou, Xiao Zhou, ah."

After repeating this five times, translucent tentacles could no longer bear it and grew out of the book spread out in front of him. Evil patterns were winding on the cold and smooth surface, and the raised lines twisted and embraced each other, merging into a human face with strange colors.

Zhou Mingrui's dark blue head called his name in a rhythmic voice: "Your Majesty, the respected Roselle Huangtao Gustav, what important instructions do you want to give?"

Russell stared into those mossy eyes for a while.

"Can you please not be so weird sometimes?" he said sincerely. "You make me feel like you are really weird."

Klein said, is it possible that I am the Lord of Mysteries... What do you want to say?

Roselle said, okay, then dear Lord of Mysteries Comrade Xiao Zhou, do you feel like you are an epoch-making project invested by Armani with low investment, low risk and high returns?

"Look." Roselle coaxed. "She started with zero investment, and then you defeated your second nephew and became the Lord of Mysteries. You can do the work of two people in a fight and repairing new barriers. Occasionally, you have to help her angels with work. Now I have invested all my private money in her church-"

He slapped his thigh and said bitterly, "How foolish, Xiao Zhou! You are not that close to Brother Huang! As the Lord of Mysteries, don't you have any dignity? In this case, you secretly give me your private money, can my brother harm you? If you invest in me, this must be a sure-win business!"

The big head of Zhou Mingrui carved on the tentacle looked at him speechlessly for a while.

"I have. I have already invested in a project like this with you." He said rationally. "Collecting your diary is the lowest investment and highest return investment I have ever made."

Roselle's face twisted in a very Black Emperor way.

He twisted his facial expression back to normal again, and said with gritted teeth, "Oh, thank you for your recognition of my literary level. Comrade Xiao Zhou... How many of my diaries did you secretly collect?"

The patterns on the tentacles moved for a while, and squeezed out a pair of glasses for Zhou Mingrui. Comrade Xiao Zhou pushed the frame and said with a smile, "Not too much, just enough to bind into five volumes."

Russell said, "Xiao Zhou, how could you be like this? Please compensate me for the mental damage or else."

Klein said I have read your diary, so it would be appropriate for you to compensate me for the mental damage.

The two gods fought back and forth in a round-based attack on Sefirah Castle for several rounds. In the end, the one who asked for a pause was not the Black Emperor, whose dark history was fully known by the enemy, but Mr. Fool, who seemed to be at ease.

Of course, it doesn't mean that Klein's mouth can't beat Roselle. In fact, with his provocative skills that can easily cross over to become a popular priest, it's really no problem for him to defeat Huang Tao. It's only a matter of time before he achieves great success. The only problem is that Klein's real body is sitting on the second floor of Moretti's house. Four Morettis and a Mitchell downstairs are eagerly waiting for him to come downstairs to cook. And his spiritual intuition tells him that if he goes down a little later, Leonard will recreate the famous scene of conjuring six hands to perform the Thousand-Handed Guanyin for his niece, and Benson will roll up his sleeves and enter the kitchen before the two ladies stop him.

For the sake of everyone's psychological and physical condition, the selfless Lord of Mysteries chose to kick the Black Emperor out of his Source Castle first. The second after the Supreme Gustav of Intis was kicked offline, another honorific call came in, and the Spirit Worm, which was set to answer automatically, answered it before the main body could react.

Russell angrily scolded him for being ruthless on the phone: "Zhou Mingrui, you have such a cruel heart! Not only did you not talk to me properly, but you also pulled out the network cable of my Baifeng Palace? When has your brother ever betrayed you or hurt you? Break off our friendship, break off our friendship now! I will put you on the Star Realm Morning Post tomorrow!"

Klein thought, you just screwed me over this morning. God knows how much it hurt me to see two Russians jumping around in Sefirah Castle. Not only did you team up with Amon to use a bug to delete my game records, but you also worked with the Russians to steal the bread that Melissa copied for me! I just cut off your internet connection, isn't that kind enough?

The tolerant Mr. Fool replied, "Steam has something to ask you. He and Bonois are about to meet Bernadette. Guess who would be on the headlines first if you were a little later?"

Russell hung up the phone immediately.

6.

Klein opened his eyes in time. The doll sleeping on the first floor opened its eyes with him. The lawless little Moretti was still clinging to her father and asking for a hug. Ruth and Melissa were listening to Leonard spoiling the sequel of the story that Fors had abandoned before it was finished. The doll in the shape of a black cat shook its ears and jumped from Leonard's shoulder unhappily to the top of the bookcase with a small ray of warm sunlight to catch up on his sleep.

The spirit insect severely condemned the main body's behavior of disturbing the insect's sweet dreams. As the main body went downstairs, he thought about why he often wanted to sleep after sleeping for so long without any guilt.

As his toes touched down on the last step, he came to a conclusion that had stuck with him for most of his life—it was caused by working too much.

In the old days, he was a 996 worker, and after becoming a god, he was promoted to the 007 working god - maybe he is the chosen working saint.

This is so horrifying, just thinking about it makes my humanity explode.

The little girl of about eight or nine years old cheered and flew into his arms. The absent-minded Mr. Fool subconsciously opened his arms, and his body did not shake at all under the impact of this small cannonball with extremely high acceleration.

Leonard said, "Wait a minute, Klein, did you secretly use your extraordinary ability?"

Klein glared at him and thought, "Poet classmate, I think you want to find a different way to participate in the next Tarot Club... Don't you, Mr. Fool, have any dignity left?"

For the sake of her second favorite uncle Mitchell, the clever little Moretti would pretend that she didn't hear anything. She blinked her eyes that were almost the same as her uncle's, hugged Klein's waist and called out a series of uncles and uncles sweetly. "I really miss you."

Uncle Klein, who doted on her the most and was the most mysterious in the family, half squatted down and hugged her. She happily rubbed her head against his shoulders, her eyes sparkling. "Uncle, have you lost weight again? Did you eat well outside? Are there any bad guys bullying you outside? Uncle Mitchell said that you and your friends are going on adventures outside, so you have to take good care of yourself. When you are not at home, the flowers at home are all wilted!"

Of course, in the entire Moretti family, only Klein would water the flowers at a fixed time and place with the right amount of water. Although it was mainly the spirit insects working in various forms, the flowers and plants preferred him over any of the scientifically rigorous Professor Melissa, the forgetful Director Benson, Ms. Ruth who seemed to have a conflict with plants, and classmate Claire who was amazing at not watering them at all.

Of course, there is no doubt that there is no influence of any extraordinary factors. After all, the authority of the Lord of Mystery is not mainly in the field of life. Every spiritual insect that enters here will throw all the seals that may affect the lives of Moretti into the pile of debris above the gray fog. Considering that Zhou Mingrui was more luxuriant in growing flowers when he was still an ordinary social animal, maybe this is an innate talent.

But the little girl didn't think so much, just like she didn't even notice that Klein had lost weight, but she still made up a story. She just wanted to act like a spoiled child. It would be even better if she could use this as an excuse to keep her magical uncle at home forever. The adventurers' stories were exciting, but they sounded really dangerous. Although her uncle could perform magic and had magical abilities, Claire's heart was always lifted when she thought of her gentle and polite uncle going out to compete with vicious and evil bandits and pirates for opportunities with hidden murderous intentions.

Mr. Fool didn't know what was going on in her mind. He only knew that she was acting coquettishly to him in a sweet voice, and his heart was completely softened.

I want to give myself a holiday. He thought firmly. I can stay at home and cook... create a low-sequence clone... unless the Outer Gods come back, no one can make me give up this idea... The little girl was still waiting for his response. Klein stuffed his messy thoughts into a corner and raised his hand to touch her head.

"How could that be?" Her gentle uncle said in the softest voice in his voice. "In order not to make you worry, I have always protected myself well - of course, if I encounter danger, your uncle Mitchell will find a way to help me."

Claire said "oh" and tried to turn back to look at Leonard in this awkward position. She obviously didn't think that her handsome uncle, the bishop who was casually reciting hymns in the church, could beat the pirates with three heads, six arms, green faces and fangs. She thought about it with worry and felt that the most powerful among her uncle's friends should be Audrey, who was followed by a whole group of bodyguards last time. So she said, "If Uncle Mitchell can't help you, you must remember to run home quickly... Take Uncle Mitchell with you, and I will ask Sister Audrey to protect you."

There were too many flaws in this sentence, and Klein had to force himself to swallow his desire to complain. The ability of the "clown" dutifully ensured that he did not show too abstract an expression in front of his niece. He followed the little girl's words and said okay, and she happily rubbed against her uncle again.

Due to the difference in their perceptions, what flashed through Klein's mind was an eight-legged night wolf. It was huge, but when it saw a flying cockroach, it would whimper and tuck its tail between its legs before trembling and asking for help from its master. There was also a golden dragon with turquoise eyes. Any creature that offended her territory would be mercilessly slapped into the ground by her.

... This isn't right. Klein thought in confusion. What image do I have in her eyes... Leonard, what impression did you leave on her? Why is Miss Justice the best fighter among us? Is that right? ... And why is Miss Justice the older sister?

Although his thoughts were scattered, it did not affect his ability to accept his niece's caress. His scholarly fingers moved down the girl's smooth hair in a regular pattern, carefully and gently smoothing out the tangled hair, while paying careful attention not to mess up her hairstyle.

There are no Spirit Worms or Time Worms hiding in there, which is great.

Klein pinched Claire's face with satisfaction. The girl let go of his arms and raised her hands happily, spinning around.

"You two are like two pieces of molasses melting together," Melissa said. "You dote on her too much, Klein, Benson is jealous - did you know that she wrote about you when she wrote about her favorite person last time?"

"I'll never forget it." Benson deliberately frowned and sighed sadly. "Oh, I'll never forget it."

The two pairs of brown eyes looked at each other, the rounder pair tried to widen to show the owner's innocence, while the pair with darker pupils curved softly to show its owner's joy.

"Well, it's my pleasure?" Klein said seriously. "I want to thank my family and my friends for having the honor of being Miss Claire's favorite person—"

Claire cheered and rushed into his arms again.

"Goddess, Claire, be careful—" Ruth called her daughter's name helplessly. "Klein can't handle a person like you who is full of snacks and desserts!"

Klein, who had just stood up and was knocked back half a step by the impact without any defense, patted the girl's back soothingly. He gave Uncle Mitchell, who was about to laugh, a threatening expression that represented the Dark Cross, and then said loudly: "It's okay, it's not a big deal—"

In the face of Moretti's guilty and worried expression, he winked at her playfully. "Relax, Claire, you are as light as a glass of sweet ice tea."

7.

"So, how did uncle know I drank sweet iced tea?"

When Claire took the trouble to catch the fifth person in the family and asked this question, Leonard was defeated by her the fastest of all. Bishop Mitchell, whose ability to keep secrets and his ability to be secretive in front of certain people were inversely proportional, groaned twice and scratched his hair in distress.

"Maybe he just wanted to drink sweet ice tea." He said. "You know, Klein likes sweet ice tea the most."

In the face of Moretti's half-believing and half-doubting gaze, he swore, "Really? I have a very good relationship with Klein. Don't you still not believe me? Don't be fooled by his pretending to be mature and steady every day, and he can handle the end of the world with ease. In fact, he secretly stacks full sugar and double sugar - ow!"

The black cat that was catching up on its sleep on the bookshelf in the living room opened its eyes alertly, hit him on the shoulder accurately, and rudely pawed Leonard who was talking nonsense - in order to maintain the excellent morality of the faceless man, it is forbidden to destroy the personality of Mr. Fool in any form, especially in front of little Moretti who regards him as an omnipotent magic uncle, one needs to be extra vigilant against Mr. Star who is particularly fond of random shovels.

Claire exclaimed. "Uncle likes sweet ice tea, too!" She said happily, as if she had discovered a great secret. "Thank you, Uncle Mitchell!"

"You're welcome—hiss, K,z, Hermann, stop pulling my hair... I just said your name is Hermann and you didn't object... It hurts, it hurts!"

Leonard's exaggerated and careless performance was left behind by Moretti. She jumped to the side of Benson who was holding a newspaper and whispered a few words to him. She rushed into the kitchen and peeked between her uncle, aunt and mother. She got a cooked shrimp without seasoning and a small piece of tomato sprinkled with sugar. When it was Klein's turn, he looked at the seasoning and raw potatoes at hand with some embarrassment, and had to say that he could buy it on credit first. Can I give you a sip when I cook the sweet soup later?

Little Moretti shook her head. She looked around furtively. Melissa and Ruth, who had finished their work, walked out of the kitchen in tacit understanding. As soon as the adults disappeared at the door, she immediately turned her pockets upside down and showed Klein the few scattered coins.

"——I heard it from Uncle Mitchell!" she said happily. "I don't need you to give me a new gift. I'll treat you to sweet ice tea, uncle! After dinner, we can sneak out and buy some, and you can have two cups!"

"Aunt Melissa said you were very busy at work, and Dad said pirates don't drink sweet iced tea." Claire said seriously. "Mom said we are a family, and family members should care about each other - you can't always be the only one who cares about me, that's too unfair to you! You can't drink it outside, I'll treat you when I get home!"

One soli and three pence, a crumpled banknote and three copper coins lay in her young palms. The Lord of Mysteries blinked gently, as if seeing a fluffy and soft dream.

Well... I can forgive Huang Tao for this for a second. He thought slowly. Although that bastard made Claire look like a cyber bully...

But it is for this reason that I must stay in the world.

The hellos, the jokes, the sweet iced tea. For all of this I can firmly declare that I am still a "he" and not a "Him" -

So stand here, not high up in the temple.

He laughed briskly.

"Thank you, Claire," Crane said. "I'll give you another three sous. Can we give everyone else a small piece of lemon cake?"

Moretti pondered for a moment and pretended to be deep: "Well, if they are willing to tell an interesting enough story at the dinner table... let's see how they perform?"

Two pairs of eyes filled with honey smiled happily, and Big Moretti and Little Moretti clapped their hands quietly in the sun, just like a light clapping in the sun room of a townhouse many years ago in Little Moretti's vague memory.

——END——

Second edit: This person finished writing it so long ago, but only now did he realize that he hadn't posted it in full after being reminded by his relatives and friends. He felt a little like dying (sad)

Seven days of extreme DDL, I wrote a casual birthday celebration very hastily, without looking at the settings of the host circle and the subsequent supplements. If there are bugs, please treat them as private settings ()

The rest is a little bit of pretentious essay. You can click × after reading this. Thank you for reading and liking it (bow)

Dear Mr. Fool, many years after your legend ended, there are still so many people who love you. I have only started writing for you now, hoping that this little bit of insignificant and careless love can resist a little bit of the malice that someone has thrown at you.

I hope you will always be surrounded by love and your future will be bright.