None other than Number 0 — “The Fool”.
The Fool on the card wore gorgeous clothes, stepping forward towards a cliff.
Looking at this card of The Fool, Otto couldn’t help laughing out loud: “What on earth is all this?
System, are you explicitly telling me to go down the path of a charlatan and never look back?”
He put away his smile, pretended to draw a cross on his chest, and chanted with a sacred tone:
“May The Fool fool you.”
The third draw, a blue radiance finally rippled across the light screen.
[Obtained Item: Infinite Flask]
[Description: A white cup that looks neither too big nor too small, automatically replenishing the liquid inside every morning.
It can be any wine or pure water, determined by the host’s will.]
“Good stuff.” Otto looked at this quaintly styled white cup and couldn’t help praising.
Let alone in the Middle Ages, even placed in modern society, this thing would still be quite an explosive existence.
More importantly, in an era like the Middle Ages lacking basic hygiene common sense, drinking untreated water randomly easily caused dysentery.
With this Infinite Flask, his future water and beverage safety was completely guaranteed.
Otto put the tarot cards and the Infinite Flask together into the system space, checking along the way that out of the ten slots of storage space, four empty slots still remained.
He didn’t put the lighter away, but held it in his hand, opened the lid with a “ding” sound, struck a cluster of orange-yellow flames, and closed it with a “pa” sound.
Just at this moment, the carriage curtain was violently yanked open.
“Yo, Otto!” Philin’s fat face poked in.
With the astonishing hand speed of being single for twenty years, Otto flipped the lighter and hid it into his cuff with a “swish”, smoothly retracting it back into the system space.
The entire movement was so fast that not even an afterimage was left behind.
“How did the cargo handling go?” Otto asked with a smile, his expression unchanged.
“Smoothly!
Let’s go, let’s go eat together.
Although this fortress is small, I heard the roast meat in the restaurant is not bad.” Philin suggested, patting his belly.
Otto nodded and followed Philin off the carriage.
The two came to a restaurant near the market, casually ordered some black bread and two large plates of roast meat, and sat down at the wooden table to eat.
Of course, after the roast meat was served, Otto once again “conjured” that packet of fine salt from his pocket and sprinkled an even layer over it, which finally made that tasteless and rough roast meat edible.
Halfway through the meal, Otto put down the wooden fork in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth, thought for a moment, and asked:
“By the way, Philin, after our transactions here end, what castle are we heading to next?
Are we walking in the direction of Wales?”
Philin, who was gnawing on meat, froze for a moment, raised his head, and replied:
“Oh, next we are going to Flying Prison Great Castle, which is the trade route heading east, not in the direction of Wales.”
“…”
Hearing this name, Otto was holding a wooden cup drinking water and almost sprayed it all over Philin’s fat face.
Flying?
Prison Great?!
Which divine being came up with this place name?!
The corners of Otto’s eyes twitched wildly a few times.
Forcibly suppressing his urge to complain internally, he took a deep breath and restored an elegant and calm demeanor.
“Since the directions are different, we are probably going to part ways, Philin.” Otto’s voice was gentle yet firm.
“You know, I have my own goal—I am going to find the great King Arthur, join her command, and bring true peace to this war-torn land of Britain.”
Hearing this, Philin was stunned for half a second, not even noticing that the black bread in his hand had dropped onto the plate.
Although he knew in his heart that someone like Otto, destined to become a legend, could not hang around in the caravan forever, he didn’t expect the day of parting to come so quickly.
“Leaving just like that?” Philin suddenly felt that the roast meat in his mouth was no longer appetizing, his face full of reluctance, “Are you leaving today?”
Otto then smiled and waved his hand: “Rest assured, not today, tomorrow morning.”
“Sigh…” Philin let out a long sigh, his tone revealing genuine loss: “Otto, you are the most generous and wisest friend I have ever met in my life.
With today’s parting, I truly don’t know when you and I will meet again on this vast land.”
Looking at Philin’s sentimental appearance, Otto’s heart also felt a trace of emotion; after all, Philin was his very first friend in this world.
He picked up the wooden cup, made a virtual toast to Philin, and said with a smile:
“My friend, why be so sentimental?
A bosom friend afar brings distance near.
As long as our hearts still retain this memory of traveling together, may we meet again on a broader stage in the future.”
As soon as these words came out, Philin was shocked once again.
He carefully chewed on this poetic and open-minded remark, his eye sockets turning slightly red.
As expected of Otto, even farewell words were said with such culture and philosophical depth!
“A bosom friend afar brings distance near…
Good!
Well said!” Philin abruptly stood up, randomly wiped the oil stains on his hands, and his gaze suddenly became extremely firm: “Otto, wait for me here for a moment, don’t leave!”
Having said that, before Otto could ask what he was going to do, Philin strode with his two legs and hurriedly ran out of the restaurant.
Otto sat on the bench, watching Philin’s back disappear at the door.
Although he didn’t know what medicine was sold in his gourd, he still smiled and nodded, waiting patiently.
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”