Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 148 The Fool: I can't do it!

"Tch~ Ugly people are always the most troublesome!"

Upon seeing the blond boy leaning against the door, mimicking Klein Moretti, the fortune teller chuckled, causing him to raise an eyebrow and unconsciously twitch his lips downwards.

Upon hearing this, Klein originally wanted to loudly retort and give this brat a resounding lesson.

But as soon as his brown pupils swept across Ron's little face, he instantly swallowed those self-humiliating words.

"Ron, didn't you lose your memory? Why are you still receiving messages from messengers?"

After much thought, the young professional gradually came up with a bold idea: he planned to take this opportunity to properly test this mysterious little guy.

After all, they had lived together for nearly a month and a half, and he believed that given their relationship, this shouldn't be a big deal. Besides, this little guy had never hidden his amazing abilities from him.

Klein tacitly pretended not to notice Ron's abnormality, simply revising the weekly reports submitted to Dunn Smith to a level acceptable to a normal person.

Besides, Ron knows some of his secrets, and he knows some of Ron's secrets. So, all things considered, this little brat is probably the person who understands him best since he transmigrated.

Sigh~ He's a nice guy, just a bit of a smart aleck.

The fortune teller sighed inwardly.

"Klein, if you don't believe in the Goddess of Night, then why are you still receiving a salary from the Night Watch?"

Upon hearing Klein's question, the blond boy pursed his lips and uttered words that never disappointed.

With just one sentence, Klein Moretti suffered a heart attack, perfectly eliminating his desire to continue asking questions.

It's a pity you're a guy; if you were a girl, this sharp-tongued personality would definitely be very popular.

The fortune teller smirked, muttering something to himself, then pretended not to hear, slipped inside, and closed the door.

He leaned against the wall, watching the little kid who went to and from get off work with him every day, and suddenly felt nostalgic for his hometown.

Then Klein Moretti curled his fingers, subtly dabbed at the corner of his eye, and asked curiously in a casual tone:

"Ron, I've never heard of your beliefs before. Since you feel so comfortable here with the Night Watchers, you must worship the Goddess of the Night, right?"

The fortune teller spoke with absolute certainty, brimming with confidence in his predictions.

"No, I believe in the great 'Mr. Fool'!"

But the blond boy pushed up his monocle, his mouth twitched, and he glanced at Klein Moretti, whose sad expression was frozen on his face.

"The Fool is so great, his aura is like a vast and boundless sea, and like the unreachable stars that reach the sky, causing the mists of history to linger at his feet and drift in his eyes..."

The cheesy and embarrassing lines kept coming out of Ron's mouth, seemingly endless, which successfully made Klein's toes stretch back and forth, his ten fingers awkwardly clasped together, not knowing where to put them.

"Mr. Fool is so great, he can surely help me get revenge and kill those two despicable gods!"

"What?!!"

Klein Moretti was stunned when he heard this, and then shouted in disbelief.

His eyes widened, and his whole body trembled. In that instant, he felt as if some enormous black pot had been heavily placed on his head.

It landed heavily on "Mr. Fool's" head!

What the hell is God?!

He thought that risking his life to bring in the citizens of Silver City, Sun, who had three demigods, was the limit of his abilities, but he didn't expect that Sun would be even more courageous than he had imagined.

"That's right, two gods who existed in ancient times!"

The blond boy curled his lips into a smile, pushed up his crystal monocle, and shifted his gaze slightly upwards, sweeping over the dumbfounded Klein Moretti, enjoying his moment of pleasure.

Actually, Ron wasn't entirely lying; his two arch-enemies did indeed fit that description.

Sorry, Mr. Fool, I can't do it. You should leave the group...

Klein's lips twitched, feeling that the future of the Tarot Club he had formed was bleak. They hadn't even done anything yet, and they were already likely to bear the hostility of two ancient gods.

"Ron."

"Klein, you don't need to be sad for me. This isn't an impossible task for Mr. Fool!"

Hey! Where do you get your confidence? I had no idea I was so awesome. Why don't you go believe in the Goddess of the Night? Your faith is not something a fool like me can accept!

Klein's expression twisted slightly as he mentally cursed, wanting nothing more than to kick this dangerous guy out of the tarot gathering.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, the fortune teller finally took a deep breath to calm the complex thoughts surging in his mind.

As someone who had divined the eternal blazing sun, and as a "great being" with a criminal record, he still had a certain degree of confidence in the mysterious space above that gray fog.

After hesitating for a moment, Klein looked at Ron and tentatively asked:

"Ahem, little Ron, now..."

"Hmph, Klein, look at your cowardly face. Those two guys aren't a threat to me right now!"

It should be said that I am threatening them.

The blond boy pursed his lips and mentally added the second half of the sentence.

"This is wonderful! I mean, this is fantastic news!"

The unexpected and rollercoaster-like answer made Klein feel a huge weight lifted from his heart. At that moment, he felt that Mr. Fool had been saved!

Hey kid, could you please not breathe so heavily next time you talk? You almost scared me to death! But why does their experience feel so familiar?

He has enemies, is being hunted down, and then he encounters me—no, I mean Mr. Fool. What kind of third-rate novel protagonist template is this?!

Klein Moretti pursed his lips with mixed feelings, but finally accepted the fact that he was a so-called "golden finger".

"Heh, Ron, actually I feel that compared to Leonard, you're more like the protagonist of this era!"

With a smile, Klein Moretti turned on the doorknob and gracefully walked out, only making a teasing remark to the blond boy before leaving.

The intelligence he'd just gathered was too exciting; Mr. Fool didn't want to hear any more bad news.

"Alright, that's all for now. Goodnight, Ron!"

The fortune teller raised his arm and waved, saying goodnight to the blond boy sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Goodnight, Klein! You go to sleep first. I'm going to pray to Mr. Fool to prove my piety!"

Ron pushed up his monocle, which was carved from crystal, causing the lens to reflect a cold, blood-red light.

As the saying goes, do not put God to the test.

Klein Moretti clearly doesn't have a clear understanding of this aspect yet.

The night is long and the road is clear; I wonder who this sleepless person is.

(End of this chapter)