Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 159 A fortune teller who doesn't want to be a clown isn't a good night watchman.

Saturday.

morning.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company.

"Mr. Neil, you can go with peace of mind. I'll accept your hand-ground coffee and this month's supply of ingredients!"

Klein Moretti looked at Old Neil, who had already been examined by the senior deacons of the Church of the Night, with a "cheeky smile" and said a joke.

"Klein, I'm just going to the sanctuary for further purification and examination, not to the inquisition there."

Old Neil's red eyes scanned the night watchman before him, and he felt that the figure seemed to overlap with that of a certain blond boy.

"Mr. Neil, so I meant this month!"

The poor fortune teller ignored old Neil's emphasis and instead became smug, as if he had gained a small advantage.

"Klein, Deacon Cecima is waiting for you in the alchemy room equipped with potions."

Just then, Dunn Smith's voice broke the silence between Old Neil and the fortune teller.

"I spoke with that senior deacon, and he was very friendly, so you don't need to be nervous about it."

"Yes, Captain!"

The young night watchman and the old captain of the night watchman exchanged a glance, and the young man understood the hidden meaning in the old man's words. His uneasy heart gradually calmed down.

He took a deep breath, stepped onto the platform, and suddenly saw the blond boy who had been behaving himself since this morning.

The other person's melancholy expression, as if they had encountered some worldly problem, kept Klein Moretti in a good mood all morning.

"Ron, what's wrong? Why do you look like that?"

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Upon hearing this penniless fellow greet him, the blond youth scoffed dismissively and glanced at Klein Moretti, who seemed to be in a good mood.

"I think you could keep Old Neil company, since you often stay up late, sneaking around doing who knows what. Hmm."

Before Ron could finish speaking, Klein Moretti quickly shut him up, pinning the 1.5-meter-tall boy against the wall.

It's no wonder he was overly nervous, because the high-ranking deacons of the Church of the Night were underground, and discussing such a topic at this critical juncture was simply asking for trouble.

Moreover, this annoying little brat in front of me has a real record of reporting crimes, which is much more intimidating than empty threats.

Who do you think is responsible for me staying up late at night?! I've had such a comfortable couple of days that I completely forgot about his foul mouth.

Klein Moretti grinned, mentally scoffing, then dropped the fake smile, sighed deeply, and released his right hand under the blond boy's cold gaze.

"Ron, no matter how much you glare at me, it won't do any good. After all, your appearance only makes your expression less intimidating!"

The young night watchman's words seemed to be both praise and mockery, causing Ron to raise an eyebrow in surprise.

He didn't waste his time on this brat. Just as he turned to leave, he heard a calm voice behind him.

"See you in a bit, Joker."

This double entendre successfully made Klein Moretti stop in his tracks, and he turned around in astonishment to look at the mysterious little kid behind him.

"You know that!?"

"Ha, of course I know, because some people keep saying they want to be the clown or something, and you can't stop them."

Ron's golden eyes remained unmoved, and his tone was as calm as ever.

With a "bang," a feeling of weightlessness came over him as Klein Moretti pressed his shoulders against the wall.

"You know the Seer's Sequence Eight potion is called The Clown!? Don't pretend, kid. I've never revealed anything like that to you!"

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Faced with this question, the blond boy gave a haughty hum, pried open the fortune teller's hand with all his might under the fortune teller's astonished gaze, then glanced at him disdainfully and turned to head towards the reception hall of Blackthorn Security Company.

Last night, Ron's mood soured when he learned that the Moon's authority was scattered and had no rightful master. This meant that the great beauty who had amazed him several eras ago had disappeared and could never be found again.

Therefore, he deliberately ambushed Klein Moretti on his usual route today, intending to annoy him.

Now, seeing the poor guy's anxious look as he asked a question but didn't get an answer, Ron's lips curled up slightly, and his mood improved a little, unlike the gloom he felt last night.

"Damn it, just wait until I pass the test and advance to Sequence Eight, then I'll give you a good beating when I get home tonight!"

Klein rubbed his sore hand, internally displaying what it meant to be a grown man.

Without further delay, he suppressed the chaotic speculations in his mind and headed to the alchemy chamber located underground.

The ticking of the second hand emanated from the wall clock in the reception hall, and time ticked away with each tick.

In less than an hour, the young night watchman came to the reception hall from the stairwell leading to the underground.

"Ron, Deacon Cecima wants you to come over; he has some questions for you."

"Don't worry, it's just a routine inquiry, and I put in a lot of good words for you!"

The newly appointed clown glanced around, found the little brat, and approached him with a smile. He then lowered his voice and relayed the instructions from the senior night watchman.

The blond boy looked up and glanced at the night watchman with surprise. He never expected that the guy who always talked badly about him behind his back would be so kind.

"I see."

With a slight nod, the blond boy jumped off the bar stool, took short strides, walked up the familiar stairs, and arrived at the door of the underground alchemy room.

Without knocking, he pushed open the heavy door as if entering the captain's office, startling Kreste Cecima, who was adjusting his high collar.

After recognizing the visitor's height, the senior night watchman tucked his mouth into his collar and spoke in a magnetic voice:

"You must be Ron, just like Klein said."

"Tch~ What bad things has that poor bastard been saying about me again? Let me tell you, don't believe his nonsense!"

Ron pursed his lips, thinking that the fortune teller—no, the clown—was always too talkative, making it seem like everyone knew him now.

"He didn't say anything, just gave you a perfunctory compliment. However, my conclusions were based on the report submitted by Dunn, which was also written by Klein Moretti."

The senior night watchman chuckled, his mouth hidden behind his collar, recalling the scene of the night watchman praising the blond boy with a forced expression.

(End of this chapter)