Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 141 The old man and you are of one heart; you and the old man are playing mind games.

You know a lot, don't you, fellow poet?

Klein Moretti thought to himself, "I'm disgusted by Leonard's choice of words."

"I remember you said that we two protagonists of this era met, and the wheels of history began to roll forward."

Instead of directly answering Leonard's question, the clown used his previous childish joke to tease him.

"Klein, I think it's probably because of your silver tongue that the Witch Cult likes you so much!"

The midnight poet showed no embarrassment upon hearing this; instead, he responded to the fortune teller with a smirk and a sultry tone.

"By the way, aren't you going to share your findings with Frye and the others?"

"No need for you to remind me, Leonard, I'm about to do that, but wait until I give the application to the captain."

"Okay, actually I'm really looking forward to your performance."

As he spoke, Klein Moretti flicked the special application in his hand, pushed open the door, and walked out to the captain's office.

Last night, after exploring Ramd Castle with Mr. Azik, he felt a renewed sense of urgency about his promotion.

Because Mr. Azik was certain that the one who stole his child's skull was the one who created the coincidence, the fortune teller had a bad feeling, as if some huge conspiracy was shrouding Tingen and the Night Watch squad.

"Old man, you really didn't figure out what Klein's secret is?"

When no one was around, Leonard tilted his head slightly and muttered his own question to himself.

"Kid, you've asked me that many times already, and my answer is no!"

Actually, I don't know whether it exists or not...

Palez Zoroaster pursed his lips, silently adding his own thoughts.

In His view, that little fortune teller really had no problem.

But the prerequisite is that the weird little kid doesn't keep following him.

Ron Sothos, who appeared halfway through his journey, was always genuinely fearful of this archangel who was already a Sequence One in the Fourth Age.

This apprehension is not the kind of fear or overwhelming pressure that comes from a natural enemy like Amon, but rather a deeper, more fundamental attraction and resistance.

This attraction made Him always want to make that little brat into His own clone, while this resistance made Him want to keep a very safe distance from the other person.

This strange feeling reminded the strongest member of the Zoroaster family of his childhood crush.

They always want to get closer to the other person, but they also have inner hesitation, which causes their plans to fail before they even begin.

"This brat is so effeminate, I wonder if he'll turn me gay!"

Pales Zoroastrian was startled by this thought and quickly began to check his own mental state, while also checking whether Leonard's thoughts were proper.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness..."

After a few minutes, upon discovering that Leonard was also a straight man like himself, the first-order archangel finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Kid, I'm telling you, you'd better stay away from that brat. Or you should hurry up and finish your potion, submit a special application, and become a higher-ranking bishop in the Church of the Night or something!"

"Old man, why are you so long-winded, just like Mrs. Tara next door? Isn't Tingen nice? Life here is easy, and there aren't many extraordinary cases. It should be perfect for someone like you who's being hunted down."

Hearing the old man inside him start rambling again, Leonard habitually retorted, dismissing the old man's words.

He felt that the other party was too long-winded and did not fit the "adventures" described in the novels of Emperor Roselle.

After all, what kind of "adventure" is a grumpy old man who's always nagging and complaining all the time?

"You know nothing!!!"

Palez Zoroaster was clearly angered by this ignorant fellow, and for a moment he felt much better.

He wanted to tell the mentally challenged young man about Tingen's abnormalities, especially about the little brat, but he stopped himself from speaking.

This guy is so stupid and brainless. If he knows too much, he might expose himself before I even do...

"You don't know anything!"

Taking a deep breath, and cursing again with exasperation, Palez Zoroaster suppressed his anger and said nothing more.

After all, everyone has been foolish when they were young, and he had his own reasons for choosing Leonard as his host.

Moreover, leaving Tingen can't be rushed. If this brat's behavior is too abrupt, he might be noticed by both "coincidence" and "kid".

This is based on His experience from many years of struggle with Ammon: the development of things must be reasonable!

"Yes, yes, I don't know anything, unlike you, who's always suspicious and paranoid, making it seem like Tingen is hiding several high-ranking experts..."

The poet classmate clearly didn't understand the sorrows of the elderly and retorted without giving his "adventure" any face.

Leonard was still somewhat skeptical of what Palez Soroyas had said. Although he was a bit immature, he wasn't so foolish as to unconditionally believe others.

He also had his own guard and vigilance regarding his own "adventures".

For example, when the other party told him about the "role-playing method," Leonard did not seriously complete the role-playing; instead, he was full of vigilance in this regard.

Of course, there's also the possibility that he simply can't write poetry, which prevents him from fully performing the role.

"The old man seems quite wary of Ron, but this kid doesn't seem particularly special... If he does, then his secrets and background must be significant, perhaps enough to create a balance of power between him and the old man..."

"We can also use the old man to test the child, to prevent him from having any negative impact on the Night Watch team... and vice versa..."

As his thoughts raced, Leonard noticed the old man's strange attitude. His long-dormant intelligence returned, and he began to weigh ways to control the situation.

In his view, as long as the two guys who are wary of each other are aware of each other's existence, they certainly won't act recklessly. At the very least, they'll have to listen to his opinion as the "protagonist"!

Ah, the wheels of time keep rolling forward!

With a strange sigh, the poet with black hair and green eyes went out and bought a bag of chocolates and cakes before heading to the Night Watchers' Recreation Room.

He was going to test Ron, and these were the "stakes" he had prepared.

As Leonard pushed open the door and entered the recreation room, he immediately felt eyes on him, looking at the bag he was carrying.

"Leonard, what brings you here today? Didn't you say playing cards would affect your mood for writing poetry?"

Cohen, who was leaning against the corner of the card table, smiled and made a joke when he saw his teammate, whom he hadn't played cards with in a long time, arrive.

"Perhaps he discovered that his inability to compose poetry had little to do with playing cards."

The mortician Frye, with his icy expression, uttered a sharp remark.

"In fact, I have written a lot of poems, but you simply don't appreciate them."

The midnight poet never puts himself in an awkward situation; he makes a self-deprecating remark and lightly changes the subject.

"You guys seem to be having a lot of fun, want to join me?"

I'm so sorry! Yesterday was the Lantern Festival, so I didn't have much time to write. There will only be two updates today. Thank you for your feedback. I will take your opinions into consideration to see what I need to improve. Please feel free to give me any suggestions.

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