Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 124 Everyone hates the audience, but everyone wants to be an audience member.

"Ron, would you like to come with us for a walk?"

"Yes, Ron, we can go to the department store! There are lots of fun things there!"

When Melissa and her two friends invited him, the blond boy arrogantly shook his head, showing no interest in such childish things.

The reason why the great Ron Sothoth is attending the occult seminar today with Klein's sister is entirely due to a slight incongruity in their fates.

Although the guy who created the coincidences has made significant progress this time, not only learning how things unfold naturally but also knowing how to use the power of the true god to cover things up, it's still obvious to the blond boy.

Yes or no, power is good, but it depends on who is using it.

Take, for example, the bearded man in Backlund. Instead of using his extraordinary abilities to create coincidences, the other party used the real world as a canvas and natural development as a paintbrush to cleverly and reasonably lead him astray.

Every choice he makes comes from his heart and is not influenced by external factors.

In other words, sometimes the brain is more useful than ability; it can be a mix of truth and falsehood, making it impossible to guard against.

Ron wasn't idle during this whole affair either.

He deliberately followed the traces arranged by the other party, cleverly luring out the "true creator" and thus secretly corrupting the other party, so that the god entered his trap without realizing it.

Unfortunately, those two bastards inside me are just too annoying!

"Melissa, you guys go ahead, I have to go back to the company!"

Ron shook his little golden head, turned and left without a trace, amidst the three girls' eager gazes that seemed to want to rub it.

The sun was setting in the west, and the sunlight was no longer as intense as it had been in the morning.

Having finished his training with martial arts instructor Gawain, Klein pushed open the door of Blackthorn Security Company to earn his own side income.

"Sigh~ I have this strange feeling of picking up and dropping off my child from school every day."

Having already digested the potion, the gentleman sighed inwardly. He first greeted Rosanne, then turned towards the pavilion and arrived at the door of the Night Watchers' lounge.

"Klein, good afternoon. Are you here to pick up Ron?"

Just as he was about to push the door open and enter, a poetic greeting came from behind him. The fortune teller turned around and found that it was Leonard.

"Of course, Leonard, what happened to your hand injury? Did you have a new mission today?"

Klein first answered the other person's question, then looked at the white bandage on the poet's finger and frowned as he asked.

"Heh, just a minor injury. But compared to that, aren't you curious about what my mission is?"

Ha. Seeing that wicked grin on your face, I'm not curious at all!

The young night watchman muttered something to himself, then smiled and asked, feigning curiosity:

"So, what kind of mission is it?"

"It's a quest related to the Witch Cult!"

Leonard's cheeky reply sent a bad feeling through Klein.

"You remember that instigator, Triss? My informant found her at the underground market this morning!"

"she!?"

Klein Moretti noticed Leonard's choice of words, his face turned green, and he spoke in astonishment.

"That's right! The male instigator has become a woman. If it weren't for Mrs. Sharon's case, and if I hadn't instructed my informant, she would likely still be at large in Tingen City, and no one would be able to find her!"

"Really like a woman? Has she really changed!?"

Even though he had been warned by the captain beforehand and had prepared himself mentally, Klein still felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing the definite news, sensing the distortion and madness of the extraordinary world.

"Klein, you shouldn't be asking me this. As someone with experience, don't you know best?"

Leonard didn't answer his colleague's question; instead, he made sarcastic remarks as if it were none of his business.

Ha, you must have caught Ron's virus, when did you become like this?

Seeing the poet's irritating expression, Klein once again cursed inwardly.

"So, you caught them?"

"No, they escaped. After all, without you, such an excellent gentleman, it would be very difficult for us to capture a 'witch.'"

"Alright, Klein, I need to go write my action report. See you tomorrow!"

After recounting the interesting things he could share today, the poet with black hair and green eyes smiled, patted his colleague on the shoulder, and then left.

"That jerk, he's actually making snide remarks about me!"

Klein's face twisted for a moment as he silently made a mental note of it.

Then he pushed open the door, summoned Ron, went downstairs and got into the car, all in one smooth motion.

The fortune teller had been performing this smooth and efficient procedure for over a month, and it was more than half an hour later when he finally returned to Narcissus Street by carriage.

He turned the key, pushed open the door, and before he even entered the house, he heard his younger sister calling out to him.

"Ron, and Klein, you're back!"

A sweet greeting came from the living room, but before Klein Moretti could even show a warm smile, he saw his younger sister bring a lemon cake to Ron and hand it to him.

This unusual scene made Klein feel that something was wrong. He rubbed his chin and his gaze kept shifting between the two of them.

"Melissa, isn't there any cake for me?"

"Hmph, Klein, you're an adult now, how can you compare yourself to a child!?"

What's wrong with adults? Don't adults need care and love?

Upon receiving her sister's cold rejection, the fortune teller mentally defended herself, while also confirming that what she had just felt was not her imagination.

For the next few hours, Klein kept staring at his sister and the blond boy.

He saw his sister give Ron extra pieces of meat while eating; he saw his sister and Ron chatting more and more happily; he saw his sister showing more and more respect to Ron while doing her homework; he saw his sister and that little brat go into the room, claiming it was to learn new knowledge.

Something is wrong!

Something's not right!

Jealousy had completely distorted Klein's character. He desperately wanted to peek through the crack in the door and see what kind of spell that little brat had cast on his sister.

"Klein, what's wrong? You seem a little distracted."

Benson, who was studying grammar books, noticed his younger brother's unusual behavior, smiled, looked up, and asked him a question.

"No, Benson, it's nothing, I probably just had an upset stomach from lunch."

"I'll go to the restroom first."

Mr. Fool pretended to have an upset stomach and went to His "Kingdom of God".

As a "great being," it would be undignified to peek through a crack in the door, so he decided to go above the gray fog to divine the fate of that little brat.

Anyway, since that level 0 seal that shields him from divination is on him, Mr. Clown doesn't believe that he can't divine anything!

(End of this chapter)