Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 4

“I sowed a seed… and immediately grew a fruit…”

In the courtyard behind the Church of Harvest, there was a well in the lower right corner, and next to the well was a small, low wooden hut. From the outside, one could see various farm tools placed inside.

Most of the rest of the courtyard area was enclosed by a wooden fence painted white, and the fence was densely planted with all sorts of plants, leaving no gap. Vines, branches, and leaves twisted and intertwined into clusters, making it nearly impossible for a normal person to distinguish exactly how many types of crops were inside.

Quinn was still wearing his bishop’s robe, hatless, with his jade-like light cyan long hair tied back. With one hand, he precisely grasped the main stem of a vine-like plant from a cluster of plants, and with the other hand, he plucked a purple-black, thumb-sized fruit from the vine.

He examined it, nodded slightly in satisfaction, and then threw the purple fruit into his mouth.

Quinn’s mouth moved, paused for a second, and then his entire face twisted tightly like a dishcloth.

“Ugh, ptui!”

He furiously spat the residue from his mouth onto the ground, and the residue melted into the soil beneath his feet like a drop of water into the ocean.

“Why is it that plants fused with Beyonder characteristics can never be both good-looking and delicious at the same time…”

During non-worship days, the work of receiving townspeople at the Church of Harvest was usually dumped by Quinn onto Snow.

After all, with Snow’s ability alone, he was sufficient to handle most of the residents’ needs, such as a bad harvest, bruises and sprains, or marital discord. Quinn, meanwhile, would be nestled in the small garden in the church’s backyard, cultivating his extraordinary plants.

This was partly because it had an auxiliary effect on his Beyonder powers, and partly because… he was a foodie.

“How can I, a person from the Great Foodie Country, not be able to handle a plant so disgusting it’s not favored by the Mother Goddess? I should reduce the ratio of Suniya Golden Spring the next time I water it. That should get rid of this irritating taste… Holy sh*t!”

Quinn was suddenly alerted, realizing that his body seemed to be gradually sinking into endless darkness, and then a mass of gray fog that appeared from the void enveloped him.

In a trance, his spirit seemed to have arrived at an infinitely high and unknown place.

“This… Where is this?”

Regaining his senses, he found that everything below and around him was filled with boundless gray fog.

Looking up, he saw a giant-residence-like palace, and inside the palace was an ancient, mottled bronze long table.

At the head seat of the long table, there was a mysterious figure shrouded in gray fog from head to toe. In Quinn’s eyes, that mysterious figure seemed to be watching him with a gentle smile.

I’m done for! I seem to have attracted the attention of some hidden existence!

What did I do to make “Him” notice me? I’m sorry, little grape, I shouldn’t have spit you out…

He quickly reacted, although his guess didn’t seem very accurate.

Or was it because of that adventurer from yesterday? He felt a little lost. The unknown existence in front of him was still looking at him with a smile, as if waiting for him to speak.

This made him feel the same kind of nervous discomfort he once felt when he was caught dozing off by the lecturer during an Extraordinary lesson at the Mother Earth Goddess Church.

Have you eaten? No, no… I don’t even know if the existence in front of me has any need for food, that’s impolite.

Quinn cautiously stood up and asked, “May I ask who you are?”

The hidden existence across the long table nodded lightly and said unhurriedly, “You can call me…”

“The Fool…”

The Fool? Pfft… this little name is quite unique. Wait, I have to hold it in—it’s over if ‘He’ can hear my inner thoughts!

Quinn was stunned, then lowered his head slightly and tightly pursed his lips.

After a second or two, he heard the mysterious existence at the head seat say to him, “Your destiny has undergone an interesting change, to the extent that it has affected the objects and even the people around you, and this has piqued My interest.”

“Sorry, fellow transmigrator Quinn, in order to figure out what mysteriously brought me here, I’ll have to trick you first! This way of ‘fellow transmigrators meeting’ is truly unique.”

“The Fool” Klein temporarily did not intend to acknowledge the “fellow transmigrator” in front of him, firstly because he hadn’t figured out whether the fellow transmigrator’s stance was consistent with his own, and secondly, he couldn’t confirm whether a certain unknown existence was involved behind the scenes of this entire incident.

It could be Amon, the True Creator, or an even more terrifying existence.

Quinn cautiously asked, “Mr. Fool, what do you hope to gain from me?”

“The Fool” Klein interlocked his hands under his chin, leaning slightly forward, and answered with a slightly serious posture:

“Behind your destiny, there might be a certain existence pulling the strings, and I… hope things follow their original trajectory.”

“For this, I hope you can establish a connection with Me, so that through Me, you can learn the purpose and identity of that possible existence behind your destiny.”

“Of course, you can choose to accept, or not accept.”

Tsk, you dragged me here silently, then scared the living daylights out of me, and now you’re putting on a humanitarian face, trying to trick me into signing some kind of contract.

I’ve seen things like this countless times!

But… I don’t have any other choice.

“Ah, ah, I accept.” Quinn forced a smile onto his face that was almost a cry.

“Uh… looks like this fellow transmigrator is not very willing. But I’m not some Evil God or demon, so it’s fine as long as he agrees!” Klein thought to himself.

“If you encounter difficulties, you may call upon My honorific name: The Fool that does not belong to this era; The Yellow-Black King who controls good luck; The mysterious ruler above the gray fog.”

Klein felt it was necessary to give this fellow transmigrator special attention.

The Fool that does not belong to this era… Quinn chewed on his words, engraving them in his mind.

“Then…” “The Fool” Klein above the gray fog waved his hand, and the gray fog before Quinn tumbled and condensed into a deck of Tarot cards.

“Choose one of them to be your codename among us.”

“Us?” Quinn asked curiously.

“Yes, ‘us.’ Besides you, there are a few other people who have chosen to establish a connection with Me for various reasons. And among them, a regular gathering has formed. They exchange knowledge, formulas, Beyonder materials, and commission tasks, etc.”

Upon hearing that there were other unlucky people like himself, and that they had even formed a group, Quinn’s heart stirred. He boldly asked, “Then, can I join them?”

“The Fool” Klein smiled, “Yes, every Monday at three in the afternoon.”

“Ugh…” Hearing the Fool’s answer, Quinn lowered his head and started fiddling with the Tarot cards in his hands, silently sighing in his heart, “In the face of the tide of fate, I can only choose to lie flat… Life is not easy.”

“My turn, draw card!!”

Quinn closed his eyes, hardened his heart, quickly drew a card from the deck, and then flipped it over to face himself.

“The Em… Empress?!”