Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 165 What else do you have besides money?

"No, Audrey, you are now a mature Extraordinary, you can no longer be as naive as before."

"Justice" Audrey's emerald green eyes flickered. With her delicate mind, she took a deep breath, composed herself, and glanced around.

She noticed that Mr. Hanged Man's breathing seemed a little faster, as if he knew something about it, but not very clearly.

Mr. Sun, on the other hand, remained unchanged, which, based on his behavior at previous gatherings, indicated that he was aware of the matter and understood the hidden meaning behind the extraordinary characteristics.

As for Mr. Fool, he remained aloof and mysterious, showing no surprise or doubt, as if everything happening here was within his expectations.

"Sigh~ I was the only one who didn't know, but luckily Mr. Fate told me in time."

The beautiful noblewoman puffed out her cheeks slightly again, then sighed and said sincerely:

"Hmm! Mr. Destiny, if you happen to have the 'Mind Reader' extraordinary ability, I can buy it."

"What do you want as payment?"

Audrey Hall emphasized the word "just right," indicating that while she could accept what Ron had just said, she still had some minor psychological barriers at this stage.

"Hmph, ╯^╰, to be honest, you're good for nothing except money, so let's trade you something you're good at. 600 pounds is a fair price."

The blond boy snorted and showed no politeness to the beautiful "poor person" in front of him.

"Sigh~ It's such a familiar style. Mr. Fate has always been so outspoken. But compared to angels, I can definitely be called 'poor'."

Audrey Hall, who had never felt surpassed in anything before, muttered to herself before puffing out her cheeks.

£600!!!

Upon hearing the amount of the transaction, Klein Moretti, who was secretly digesting the knowledge he had just overheard, inwardly exclaimed with envy.

Think of his great Mr. Fool, who went through so much trouble for a mere four hundred pounds, and in the end, in order to maintain his prestige, he didn't dare to reveal that his so-called favorite was himself.

Upon seeing that this little brat had earned more money in just a few seconds than he had earned in two months of hard work, Mr. Fool felt like spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Comparing yourself to others is truly infuriating!

"Okay, Mr. Fate, I accept the deal."

The beautiful noblewoman responded, but then a question came to mind: how should the deal between her and Mr. Ron be made?

Hmm. For someone of Mr. Ron's stature, wouldn't it be beneath him to deliver goods to his door in Queens?

Just as Audrey was troubled, Ron immediately saw her doubts. He slightly raised his head and calmly said:

"I can have my messenger deliver the goods to the designated location, and it will also be responsible for bringing the money back."

messenger!?

Upon hearing Ron's answer, Audrey Hall's emerald eyes sparkled for a moment, as if she had rediscovered that curiosity and longing for the extraordinary world.

Subsequently, with the help of Mr. Fool, the two parties who had reached a deal had a private conversation, during which Ron taught Justice Audrey how to summon her messenger.

Mr. Fool listened with great interest to the little brat's messenger summoning incantation. Klein wasn't too surprised that the kid had a messenger, because he had also unexpectedly seen that spirit creature that looked just like "Boss Rogue" once.

Looking at the scene before him, "The Fool" Klein's thoughts drifted away.

But as he thought about it, he suddenly realized a problem: transactions between members of the Tarot Club were still not convenient enough.

However, as a former diviner, this was no problem for him. Faced with such a difficult question, Klein's thoughts unconsciously leaned towards ritual magic.

"Well, generally speaking, evil gods and demons will make their followers sacrifice themselves, and sometimes they will also bestow evil things upon their followers. No, why am I comparing myself to an evil god!?"

After a moment's thought, and considering the fact that this gray fog space could receive prayers, Mr. Fool had a rough, vague, and rudimentary idea in his mind.

"Mr. Destiny, you just said that extraordinary traits neither increase nor decrease. Besides that, what other common-sense characteristics do they have?"

Just after ending their one-on-one conversation, Alger, the "Hanged Man" sitting next to Ron, suddenly spoke up. He naturally continued Ron's previous topic and asked in a slightly casual tone.

This gentleman with his messy, seaweed-like hair was clearly not as simple as he appeared, and his purpose was not as casual as he seemed; he obviously wanted to get something for free.

"Hmph, ╯^╰. They do have other common-sense characteristics, but what will you give in exchange for those answers?"

Ron's golden eyes swept over the burly man with deep features and a rough face, and he snorted disdainfully, treating the less handsome Mr. Hanged Man differently.

Hey, what's with that disgusted look on your face? I was chosen for a children's choir when I was little.

When Alger, the "Hanged Man," heard these discriminatory words and felt the disdainful gaze, he recalled the highlights of his life.

Unfortunately, he didn't stay in this state for long and soon returned to normal.

After reviewing the task he had entrusted to Miss Justice and touching his not-so-plenty of money, Alger Wilson finally took a deep breath and refused Ron's deal.

Over the next few hours, the members of the Tarot Club began discussing some common extraordinary monsters, some common ingredients, and where in the Kingdom of Rune the desserts were the best.

During this time, Mr. Fool's lips also changed from a slight upturn to a blank, solemn expression.

Finally, as the blond-haired boy shifted the topic to where the best drinks were, he announced the end of the party.

Seeing that the little brat still hadn't gotten up to greet him, "Fool" Klein's eyes twitched. Just like last time, he waved his hand and "kicked" him out in a bad mood.

"That brat has no respect for any great being. If I were truly a god, I would spank him hard in front of the entire Tarot Club!"

Klein stomped his foot hard on the gray fog, thinking viciously to himself, and then used his spirituality to simulate the feeling of falling, returning to the real world.

The crimson light receded like a tide, and Ron saw the unfinished desserts again.

He subconsciously licked his lips, put his hand in his pocket, took out a silver cross pendant, then separated a part of his will and entered it to start searching for the old geezer "scholar's" contact information.

(End of this chapter)