Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 112 Clues to the Red Chimney House

"Okay, that should be about right!"

Seeing that only one-third of the wealth remained in the Royal Treasury, Ron nodded and unilaterally abruptly ended the ritual requesting the bestowal of the treasure.

As a great being, he couldn't bear to look at the miserable state of the Rose School, feeling that those lowlifes were constantly lowering their own image.

In the past, he certainly wouldn't have bestowed wealth and rewards so simply and crudely, but in this world, the people of the Southern Continent can be said to be the only believers who have faith in him.

So, during the startup phase, those who know, know!

With a snap of his fingers, Ron stepped back into the real world.

It was early morning, and the fresh air seeped in through the window, keeping the blond boy's mood quite stable.

"Lord Ron Sothos, please enjoy your cake!"

Just then, Klein's voice came from behind him. The voice was full of flattery, which made Ron's tailbone tremble and he involuntarily shiver.

"Klein, you really don't need to."

The blond boy turned around, but before he could offer his suggestion, a white cream cake suddenly grew larger and slapped onto his face.

"You poor wretch! How dare you treat me like this? Aren't you afraid I'll tell Melissa about what happened the other night?!"

Ron's temper flared up instantly, and he immediately shouted and threatened the reputation-conscious fortune teller.

"Stop pretending, kid!"

"This morning Melissa asked who the wealthy woman I slept with was. What's going on?!"

But Klein Moretti, who had already given up all hope, didn't care about any of that. He immediately shouted loudly, his imposing manner instantly overwhelming the blond boy's noise.

"Uh, this."

"It's not my fault. Melissa asked me first what was going on with the perfume smell on your clothes."

"She...she gave me her lemon cake. You know I always do fair trades."

Ron Sothos's momentum immediately waned, and he offered a few weak and unconvincing explanations.

"Fine, fine, since you're so untrustworthy, don't blame me for teaching you a lesson!"

Ten seconds later

"Was I wrong?"

"Wrong, wrong."

"Oh? What's wrong?"

"Little brat, don't push your luck! Ouch, that hurts! Be gentle!!! I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked the great Lord Ron Sothos!!!"

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you!"

Seeing the self-humiliated guy beneath him give in, Ron immediately released his little finger, got up from his back, and used Klein's clothes to wipe the cream off his face.

Damn it!

Klein Moretti, lying on the ground, shed tears of humiliation. As an adult, he had been defeated in a direct confrontation by a kid who looked to be only ten years old.

This made the fortune teller wish he could immediately digest the potion and transform into a clown with fighting abilities to beat up his opponent.

With a sigh, Klein grabbed his clothes and went to the bathroom to clean the cream off his body.

"The brats in this other world are terrifying; you can't beat them with a fight, and you can't out-argue them with a scolding."

The sound of running water filled the air as he muttered to himself as he washed his shirt.

Thinking about this, the guy missed his hometown. Looking around at the familiar yet unfamiliar washroom, he unconsciously compared it to the small rented room where he used to work.

However, this comparison made the great Fool even more melancholy, because he found that the living conditions before his time travel seemed to be worse than they were here.

In other words, if he could go back, he would still be a poor man, still unable to afford a house or a car.

"If I can't afford to buy, I can always rent. I can't afford to buy a house here anyway!"

"Sigh~ But how much would it cost to rent a house this big on Earth?"

Klein offered himself a small consolation, but it didn't last long before another thought interrupted it, causing the penniless man to start mentally calculating conversion formulas in order to arrive at a statistical estimate of the house value before and after his time travel.

Rent

Rent

Renting a place!?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration jolted Klein Moretti awake, and he realized at that moment a serious problem.

This is a mistake that only someone with common sense about life on Earth could make.

That is, in this era that is close to the Industrial Revolution, there is no internet, mobile phone, or computer!

Without these, it means that to rent a house, you can only find a rental association to successfully rent it out.

Could that red-chimney house have only recently been rented out, given that those coincidences have only been occurring frequently in the last two months?

Moreover, the house he saw in his dream didn't look like a new house that had only been built in the last few months.

This means that the information about the Red Chimney houses is very likely recorded in the internal files of a rental association!

If you find a professional and show him a picture of the red chimney, he will definitely be able to recognize it!

"It's also possible that the house wasn't rented, but bought, or that it's unoccupied?"

"However, properties that have been purchased or are uninhabited seem easier to investigate, as these two categories likely don't represent a large proportion. We can simply search the information provided by the private investigator or look through the police station's resident database."

"How stupid of me to think of hiring a private investigator and spending so much money to investigate the Red Chimney House all by myself!"

"Indeed, divination is not a panacea; it's more of a revelation than a solution!"

At that moment, Klein Moretti seemed to understand something. His mind was crystal clear, and the world before him seemed to become clearer. Meanwhile, the potion in his body was being rapidly digested, and in the blink of an eye, only a tiny bit remained.

Professional tasks should be left to professionals, and renting out houses is undoubtedly the domain of rental improvement associations!

Having summarized the rules of fortune tellers and realizing there was a shortcut, Klein immediately hurriedly washed the clothes that Ron had soiled.

Then he took out 0-21 from his pocket and used the warmth emanating from the sealed item to dispel the moisture from his damp shirt.

Within minutes, the white shirt was dry again and the fortune teller put it on.

With a "smack," Klein Moretti pushed open the bathroom door, put on his coat, grabbed the little brat, and headed towards Blackthorn Security Company.

Although I've digested some of the potion and found clues about the Red Chimney House, I still have to go to work. As for the investigation, I'll have to wait until I have some free time.

"However, we can also invite Leonard to join the investigation, after all, that gay guy must have some big secrets."

With these thoughts flashing through his mind, Klein boarded a public carriage and, after passing through several streets, finally arrived at Blackthorn Security Company.

(End of this chapter)