Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 169 is my original creator! (3k)

£600!!!

Even though an hour had passed since the tarot gathering, Mr. Fool was still thinking about the deal made at the gathering.

Halls Street.

Inside the public carriage, the ticket seller and announcer shouted loudly in a distinctive voice.

Upon hearing the shout and the name of the neighborhood, Klein Moretti, a penniless man with 400 pounds, took a deep breath and shook off the jumbled thoughts in his mind.

He immediately got out of the car and went to the fortune teller's club, which he hadn't visited in a long time.

"Hmm... In fact, since digesting the Diviner's Potion, I only come here once a week on Mondays for a routine inspection..."

Even on his day off, Klein was still thinking about work. He muttered to himself and took a step into the club's reception hall.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti, it's been a long time!"

As soon as they entered, the beautiful woman Angelica gave a professional smile and greeted Moretti, the "master" who was very famous in the fortune tellers' club.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica. Fate always brings us together here."

Klein Moretti, who was no longer a "fortune teller," immediately removed his hat and bowed, responding with a nonsensical remark in a very charlatan-like manner.

"Mr. Moretti, you look more like a fortune teller now. Would you like something to drink, coffee or tea?"

"The usual, Marquis black tea."

Klein nodded slightly and smiled politely.

Actually, I'm already a "clown" who's even better than a fortune teller. I wonder if the position of "clown" in a circus is the same...

The former fortune teller muttered something to himself and began to seriously consider how to play the "clown".

"Mr. Moretti, here is your black tea."

"Thanks."

A few minutes later, the beautiful receptionist placed the black tea on the coffee table. Angelica watched as the elegant Master Moretti took a sip of the tea and suddenly realized something.

"Mr. Moretti, you seem to be very busy lately?"

"Yes, I only come here on Mondays when I'm off. What's up? Do you have a customer who wants a fortune telling? I'm so sorry..."

"No, that's not it, Mr. Moretti..."

Upon seeing the gentleman's smooth and elegant movements, the beautiful Angelica suddenly blushed. She quickly waved her hand, indicating that the customer did not want to have Klein Moretti's fortune told.

"Mr. Moretti, it's like this. Ever since Mr. Vancent passed away, the fortune tellers' club in Tingen has invited a gentleman to come."

"And this gentleman knows a great deal about divination, not much less than Mr. Vancent..."

At this point, the beautiful woman brushed her long hair past her ear, bent down, and whispered in Master Moretti's ear:

"As you know, most capable people don't revere fate as much as you do, but this newcomer is one of them; he's won over quite a few club members..."

When Angelica finished speaking and he saw the worried look on her face, Klein immediately understood.

As a true fortune teller, he had a certain reputation within the club, so if that gentleman wanted to win everyone over, he would definitely be a very troublesome fellow.

Sure enough, even in another world, there's no shortage of cliques and backstabbing...

Klein Moretti sighed inwardly, not taking the matter to heart, since he would rarely come here again anyway.

"Angelica, is she a completely unfamiliar face?"

"Let me guess, could this be Master Moretti?"

Just then, a middle-aged man's voice came from behind. Klein turned his head and saw a man in his thirties with a good appearance.

Mr. Z of the Aurora Society noticed Master Moretti's gaze. He exchanged a glance with Klein, then nodded slightly as a greeting.

"Yes, Mr. Connor Paterson, this is Klein Moretti, the most famous fortune teller in Tingen."

When the beautiful Angelica saw the man who had been speaking ill of her arrive, she immediately straightened her back and nervously performed her duties as a receptionist.

"Master Moretti, since I joined the fortune tellers' club, I've heard the members praise your skills quite a bit."

"No need to be so polite, it's just an empty reputation."

Upon seeing that the other party had taken the initiative to start a conversation, and that the topic seemed to be directly addressing the core of the conflict, Klein immediately used the Joker's extraordinary abilities to adopt the demeanor of Mr. Fool and casually changed the subject.

Mr. Z was taken aback by Master Moretti's high-class demeanor, as if he felt that no matter what he said, he would appear inferior to the gentleman opposite him.

"The Lord says, 'For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, and everyone who humbles himself will be exalted.' Mr. Moretti, your performance has made me understand the true meaning of the Lord's Proverbs."

Connor Paterson removed the cross pendant from his chest and spoke to the man before him with a devout expression.

host?

Upon hearing the name and seeing the silvery-white pendant with various patterns in the shape of a cross, Klein suddenly had a sense of déjà vu.

"host?"

He immediately spoke up, making no attempt to hide his surprise and curiosity.

"That's right. The Lord teaches us to be humble and not arrogant. This is a noble and rare quality."

Hearing the question from the man opposite him, Connor Paterson smiled and offered an explanation.

"Uh, Mr. Patterson, I mean, I don't recall ever hearing any divine texts say anything like that. Which deity do you worship?"

Mr. Fool, the loyal guardian of the Goddess of Night and the leader of a cult, asked curiously, because the other party's faith was definitely not one of the seven gods, so as the watchman of the night, he had to find out.

"This is not something that cannot be said. I believe in the Creator. The birth of the Seven Gods comes from Him. He is the Creator of everything, an all-knowing and all-powerful God. He is the ruler of the vast star realm and the source of all greatness!"

"Although many people do not believe in Him, He is still recognized by the Church of the Seven Gods and has his own churches and clergy."

Connor Patterson looked at the man opposite her with her blue eyes and, with a calm and composed demeanor, gave a detailed introduction.

"This is quite rare."

Hearing the explanation, Klein nodded, relieved, and smiled in agreement.

"Yes, the Lord has given us wisdom and noble character, Mr. Moretti, would you like to learn about it?"

"Ah? No, my faith is in the goddess of the night."

The cult leader, Klein, somewhat guilty, refused the other party's offer to proselytize.

After saying that, he picked up his black tea, took a sip, and immediately got up, wanting to go to the restroom to avoid this potentially troublesome gentleman.

But just then, a familiar phrase entered his ears.

"Master Moretti, please wait!"

You're probably a time traveler too!

He muttered to himself, then stopped abruptly and stiffly turned to look at the man with blue eyes.

"As you know, I've had some unpleasantness with many people because of the fortune tellers' club, and my reputation has suffered as a result. So I hope to hold a occult seminar to clarify some things."

"So, Mr. Moretti, would you be willing to attend?"

Mr. "The Clown" was taken aback. He thought the other party was going to cause trouble. He took a deep breath, weighed the situation in his mind, and then nodded.

"If I have time."

"That would be perfect. Here's the address next Monday; you can just come over."

Connor Patterson gave a genuine smile and handed over the small note in his hand.

Since the failed ritual to call upon the Lord, he had never heard the Lord's voice again, as if he had been abandoned by God.

But just two weeks ago, he heard God's voice again. This voice was not as chaotic as before. Although it was faint, indistinct, and very quiet, he still understood the Lord's meaning.

He made himself search for something or someone within the fortune tellers' club.

He doesn't know what to do after finding it, but based on past experience, it's nothing more than proselytizing.

Based on Mr. Klein Moretti's performance just now and his reputation in the fortune tellers' club, whether or not he is the person I am looking for, he is worth personally proselytizing to.

After all, as Russell said, talent is the most important thing!

……

Don't touch me!

A white quill pen wrote the following on a blank notebook.

The pale hand holding it was suddenly shaken away, and the writing on it was crossed out one line after another.

The white quill pen turned a corner and began to write on its own.

Due to certain circumstances, Inszangwell's plans had to be brought forward, but this was ultimately a good thing for him.

On Monday, Klein Moretti, the night watchman routinely patrolling the Diviners' Club, accepted Mr. Z's invitation. He would be converted by this divine messenger into a follower of the Creator, and his secrets would fall into the possession of this being.

This is a reasonable, natural, and inevitable development!

The evil god's offspring inside Megoos's womb sensed the call of the Creator. It rapidly entered its growth phase, striving to leave the mother's body as a last resort in case of unforeseen circumstances.

[Members of the Aurora Society will coincidentally encounter remnants of the Secret Order in this area, and will bring to an end the life of "Galich," the treacherous, despicable, and fickle follower of the ▇▇▇▇▇▇ who is covered in amulets!]

As for Inszangwell.

As soon as the quill pen reached this point, Inszangwell, who was watching all this, felt a chill run down his spine, as if something terrifying and eerie was watching and scrutinizing him from somewhere he couldn't see.

The feeling of cold air emanating from his tailbone made the former archbishop shiver involuntarily, even in the sweltering summer heat!

The thought that the quill pen had been acting increasingly strangely lately, becoming less and less like its original form, sent chills down his spine and filled him with endless fear.

Beads of sweat slid down his forehead. The former archbishop, now with only one eye left, stared intently at the white quill pen, as if this sealed artifact was proclaiming his final fate.

Although Inszangwell is foolish enough, his plan will be more successful than ever before.

The Tingen City Night Watchers squad cannot escape their fate; they will all die here, so that ▇▇▇▇▇ will feel enough pain and abandon their weak, shameful, so-called, precious "humanity"!

[How can a born god mingle with humans!?]

Whatever was spoken will be accomplished; God's will will be thwarted on earth.

As I wrote this, the white quill pen suddenly dimmed, as if it had exhausted all its strength.

Inszangwill breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. He had only skimmed through the information above and dared not delve too deeply, fearing that it might attract something terrifying and bizarre.

This quill pen is no longer useful. Once we get Saint Selena's ashes, we'll just throw it here.

The former archbishop wiped the cold sweat from his brow and, with a heavy heart, made his final decision.

(End of this chapter)