Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 151 Vampires are ghosts too!

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny."

After staring at Ron for more than ten seconds, Justice Audrey lowered her head in dejection. Then, just as the blond boy had predicted, she subconsciously puffed out her cheeks slightly before quickly calming down.

Sigh~ Audrey, your disguise skills are really not up to par. You were recognized by Mr. Fate in no time.

Miss Justice pursed her lips, looking aggrieved, and gave an elegant bow to welcome her guest and fellow member of the Tarot Club.

"Mr. Ron, I don't believe that simply observing your actions would arouse suspicion. That could simply be interpreted as my curiosity. Aside from that, what else makes you believe that I am righteous?"

The girl's emerald-green eyes, as bright as gemstones, looked at the blond boy again and asked another question she had realized after summarizing her mistakes.

Hmph, ╯^╰. Of course, you Mr. Fools are too pathetic; you can't block my view at all.

Faced with Miss Beauty's question, Ron scoffed inwardly and chose not to tell the truth.

As a great man once said, what is in one's heart should not be spoken aloud; what is spoken is no longer what is in one's heart.

Yes, it was said by Emperor Roselle!

Ron had no interest in undermining Klein, because Klein, atop the Source Castle, truly deserved to be called a "great being."

The blond boy's gaze swept over the noble lady's earrings, headdress, and necklace adorned with pure gemstones, then swept over her exquisitely crafted loungewear dress, featuring the latest fashion designs from the Kingdom of Rune, and he said simply:

"Because you're very rich!"

"what?"

Ron's answer made Audrey gasp in surprise, a slight look of astonishment crossing her beautiful face, making her appear somewhat dazed.

"Money? Including the intelligence I bought from the hidden organization with Mr. Hanged Man, my spending at the Tarot Club wasn't even three thousand pounds. That's not even as expensive as my several sets of jewelry."

Clearly, Miss Justice, being a wealthy woman, didn't consider three thousand pounds a large sum, unaware that the great Fool was still selling his body and soul to the evil god for a weekly overtime compensation of one pound.

"I see. It seems I'm not a qualified audience member. Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Fate."

Audrey Hall smiled politely, said a few words of thanks, and then, dragging the hem of her latest loungewear dress, she took light steps and sat down on the single sofa next to Ron.

"No need to be so polite, Miss Justice. You can just call me Ron."

"Alright, Mr. Ron, but according to the principle of reciprocity, you don't need to be so polite. Just call me Audrey, after all, we're both members of the Tarot Club..."

Audrey Hall's emerald green eyes carefully examined the boy beside her. With a genuine smile on her face, she formally introduced herself.

However, when she talked about the Tarot Club, she turned slightly to the side, pretending to whisper, and lowered her voice, as if afraid that someone might overhear their conversation in the empty meeting room where there were no people or dogs.

"Audrey, what are you talking about?"

But just then, Hazel's voice came from outside the door. She looked at the two who were chatting happily with suspicion, wondering how these two had become so familiar with each other on their second meeting.

"It's nothing, Hazel. I was just saying hello to Mr. Ron."

As a spectator, Audrey Hall naturally sensed the suspicion in the green-haired girl's question. She chuckled inwardly and answered the girl's question without any sign of unease.

Over the next hour, the three chatted and got to know each other.

Of course, the only people who knew each other were Ron and Audrey. They chatted and laughed about various topics, which made Hazel feel a little strange. She always felt that the two of them were secretly hiding something from her.

……

West End.

Green Park Street.

The crimson moon hangs high in the sky.

Like a red veil, the moonlight, like the most elite soldiers, broke through the thick smog and poured into this incomparably prosperous metropolis.

A dark, detached three-story house, devoid of any light from its interior, stood bathed in moonlight.

The house doesn't occupy a very large area, but in Backlund, where land is extremely valuable, it actually has its own courtyard, garden, and lawn.

However, its yard was quite messy, with all sorts of unidentifiable weeds growing wildly, as if no one had taken care of it for a long time.

Suddenly, a chilling wind swept by, instantly causing thin layers of frost to condense on the walls of the house. The frost spread outwards, making the first-floor hall feel as cold as if winter had just begun.

"It's 8:35 PM now. Marich has already gone out to search for the vengeful spirit Steve, so we don't have much time to prepare."

Wearing a black Gothic court dress, a small soft hat of the same color, light gold hair, and azure eyes, the vengeful spirit looked at the helper she had invited from the gathering of extraordinary people.

"Miss Vengeful Spirit, don't worry, vampires are very trustworthy. Now that I've accepted your payment, I won't let you down at the crucial moment!"

The voice came from a beautiful woman wearing a black trench coat, a black veiled hat, with white, lustrous hair and blood-red eyes.

While her appearance may not be comparable to that of a witch, it is certainly remarkable. With a high nose, thin lips, blood-red eyes, and pale, bloodless skin, she always evokes the image of a mysterious, dark noblewoman.

That's right, it's a vampire!

"Didn't you consult with your vampire clan's higher-ups before taking this action?"

After a long silence, Sharon's ethereal voice drifted into the room, sending a chill down the neck of the noble Dark Night nobleman, who involuntarily shivered.

"No, it's nothing serious, I can handle it myself!"

Hmph, if I told them, those vampires would definitely take a lot of my earnings. What would be the point of me risking my life to make money then?

The haughty vampire lady raised her head, silently adding the words she hadn't been able to say aloud.

Upon seeing this, the vengeful spirit Sharon nodded slightly and did not say anything more.

To be honest, things are going quite well right now, as she expected.

Finding an ally to deal with the vengeful spirit Steve is no easy task, and the current situation is far from optimistic, forcing her to take a risk and connect with the vampires.

Of course, Miss Vengeful Spirit is definitely not reckless or brainless.

She discovered this vampire at an extraordinary gathering and, after testing her, made several relatively pleasant deals.

"It's best if we don't get noticed by the higher-ups in the vampire clan."

Just then, the sound of carriage wheels rolling over the road interrupted Miss Vengeful Spirit's thoughts.

Her azure eyes darted around, and she paused slightly, looking at the high-class four-wheeled carriage that was already parked at the front door of the house. This was not the signal that Marich and they had agreed upon.

As the carriage came to a stop, the carriage door slowly opened, and three people jumped out. Two were tall and one was short. They got off the carriage stealthily and looked around as if afraid of being noticed by someone they knew.

"Why would an ordinary person be here? Did they come specifically to explore a haunted house?!"

Compared to the slightly stunned vengeful spirit, the vampire lady beside her seemed more lively. In a flash, she deduced a possibility.

(End of this chapter)