Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 163 Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~

on Monday.

One o'clock in the afternoon.

Klein carried large bags and small packages into the living room, placed the desserts he had bought on the table, and offered them to the "Time and Space Dominator" who was pushing up his monocle.

Today was supposed to be a day off, but last night's reckless and foolish behavior resulted in Mr. Clown running around outside all morning and spending a full 5 pounds of his savings, which made him extremely distressed.

Fortunately, I can still get reimbursed by the team leader.

The young night watchman sighed inwardly, feeling a slight ache in his heart.

Looking at the various desserts on the table, the blond boy nodded reservedly, forgiving Mr. Clown's behavior yesterday, which could be described as "blasphemous".

Of course, all of this was because the other party was the heir to the Source Castle and its "owner".

If anyone else had done this, they would probably have been reduced to ashes by the great "Time and Space Ruler" without leaving a trace, except for good-looking humans.

Looking up at the wall clock, Ron picked up Klein Moretti's "hard-earned money" and went into his room.

He didn't plan to come out again before entering the Source Castle, wanting to focus on savoring these exquisite and expensive desserts.

Time passed by second by second, and before we knew it, it was three o'clock.

"You freak, I'm going in~"

"Oh, go in."

Upon hearing the Celestial Venerable's familiar response, the blond-haired boy unexpectedly pushed up his monocle above his right eye.

Seeing the way Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun was giving up inside him, Ron couldn't help but marvel at His powerful adaptability.

The great "Spirit Ruler" now perfectly matched the famous quote Ron had seen in the newspaper.

When you can't fight against life, why not try lying down and enjoying it to the fullest?

Yes, it was Roselle who said it!

The unusually calm reaction of the Source Castle avatar did not bring Endless Wisdom enough joy. He could only sigh deeply and follow the crimson light back into the Source Castle.

The boundless gray fog reappeared, and the majestic palace stood silently. The "body" of the Source Castle was still as fascinating as ever to Ron.

It's true that I feel unwell after not seeing you for a week.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, I have found three more pages of Russell's diary."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun. Have you obtained the potion recipe for 'Mind Reader' yet?"

Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man.

Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~

Just then, as Ron was slightly lost in thought, a series of cheerful "Good afternoon" greetings successfully pulled him back to reality.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

Upon seeing the noble lady whom he hadn't seen for more than two days, the blond-haired boy nodded slightly and greeted her with "Good afternoon."

Ron felt a pang of envy for Miss Justice's optimistic and cheerful attitude towards everything. He wished he could have such a relaxed and happy mood every day.

"Unless that dead monster performs acrobatics for me on Source Castle, I won't be happy at all."

As thoughts flashed through his mind, Ron glanced at Mr. Fool, who sat atop the gray fog, and sighed inwardly.

"Mr. Fool, here are three pages of the diary of Emperor Roselle for you. Hmm... I have also prepared four hundred pounds as payment."

Justice Audrey looked respectfully at Mr. Fool, who was shrouded in gray mist. Ever since Ron pushed her to his bed at home and she witnessed the power of angels, she had even greater awe for Mr. Fool, who was originally a god.

"Very good. Once the sun gets the mind reader formula, our deal will be done."

Upon hearing this good news, the Fool Klein used the clown's extraordinary abilities to suppress the wildly upturned corners of his mouth with all his might.

That's four hundred pounds, four hundred pounds, four hundred pounds!

This sudden windfall perfectly filled the void in his heart, making him feel that the mere 5 pounds he had given to the brat today was just a small amount of money.

No, they still need to be taken seriously. I'm not the kind of person who's greedy for money or fickle!

After mentally praising himself, Klein Moretti turned to look at the simple-minded Sun Derrick. Before he could speak, Derrick, noticing the Fool's gaze, quickly said:

"I have obtained the recipe for the Mind Reader's Potion."

That's great!

Audrey Hall, who overheard this good news, inwardly praised it. If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, she would have loved to dance a light and cheerful ancient elven court dance right there.

In the next few minutes, witnessed by Mr. Fool, the three parties reached an agreement on the deal that had not been completed last time.

Sun Derrick imprinted the Mind Reader's Potion recipe onto a materialized parchment, while Justice Audrey imprinted three pages of Roselle's Diary, watching them appear in Mr. Fool's hands as if traversing the spirit world.

As for "Fool" Klein, he visualized the anonymous account he had opened at Backlund Bank in his spare time on a piece of parchment, carefully checked it over and over again, and finally handed it to Miss Justice.

This is four hundred pounds! We can't afford to make any mistakes!

"The Fool" Klein muttered to himself, then picked up Emperor Rosell's little yellow book and began to read it carefully.

At this moment, Ron, who was obediently watching all of this, also turned to look at the diary in Mr. Fool's hand.

A few seconds later, the blond boy looked away in disappointment.

This little yellow book wasn't very fun, and there wasn't any new knowledge in it that would impress Ron. Plus, the handwriting was terrible, so Endless Wisdom gave it a bad review.

……

"The Industrial Revolution I started, the age of machinery and steam I forged, will become the breeding ground for evil gods."

What does Your Majesty mean by this?

Upon seeing this last sentence in the diary, Klein Moretti unconsciously frowned, feeling that Rosell was implying something.

However, since his transmigration, he has seen many of the world's working class and the truly impoverished, and he has a somewhat vague understanding of the meaning behind this statement.

Keep this in mind, observe more, and think more.

"Heh, you may begin."

"The Fool" Klein released his grip on the diary, letting the pages of parchment dissipate in mid-air. Then, he placed one hand flat, crossed his right leg, and shifted his posture.

He had barely finished speaking when Alger, the "Hanged Man," immediately spoke up:

"Miss Justice, I've received some very important intelligence. Zilingus infiltrated Backlund to complete a difficult mission, and he might stay there for a long time. As far as I know, this matter also involves an extremely important item that can help him quickly become a high-sequence powerhouse!"

(End of this chapter)