Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 175 The Fool: Please, please stop imagining things!

Thursday.

Backlund Steam Train Station.

Alger Wilson, carrying a suitcase, walked out of the train station, covered in dust.

Long time no see, Backlund

He looked up at the pale sunlight, breathing in the pungent air that was so different from that of the colonized islands, and sighed inwardly.

In order to completely "free" Zillingus, he not only risked obtaining intelligence from the enemy's crew, but also spent a huge sum of money at the Tarot meeting to ask members to take action, and even recklessly tested Mr. Fool for this purpose.

"No, logically and emotionally, this doesn't qualify as a test. Rather, it's a demonstration of loyalty, since I was simply sharing information."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," had a sudden inspiration and stood in the correct position.

In any case, this member of the Church of Storms, who had traveled a long way and earned permission to return to Backlund through his positive performance, has finally achieved his current goal.

They must engage in a life-or-death struggle with their nemesis.

"Once I get rid of him, no one will be able to threaten me with that secret anymore!"

The man with rugged features narrowed his eyes slightly, exuding a shrewd and dangerous aura unique to those who sail the high seas.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Zilingus has been killed by a Royal Army General in Backlund!"

But just then, as Alger was racking his brains for a way to deal with Zilingus, an extra announcement shattered all his thoughts.

"what?"

"Zilingus is dead!?"

His movements froze, his mind went blank, and he instantly turned to look at the newsboy a few steps away. Even after so many years on the high seas, he couldn't hide the astonished expression on his face.

He couldn't believe that the enemy he had painstakingly dealt with had given him such a "surprise".

"Give me one!"

He strode up to the newsboy and pulled out a newspaper.

His sharp, knife-like gaze quickly scanned the area and found the news printed in the most prominent position in the newspaper.

Yesterday, one of the seven pirate generals, Hurricane General Ziringus, infiltrated Backlund, attempting to commit a horrific tragedy. Fortunately, Lieutenant General Mahat Augustus of the Kingdom's Army discovered him in time, once again protecting the people of Backlund like the "Protector" and the "Founder of the Nation."

This general will receive the kingdom's highest honor.

Damn it, what happened in detail?! These reporters are like those curly-haired baboons, they never report the important news!

Alger Wilson gritted his teeth, his deep blue eyes bloodshot, frantically trying to figure out how Zilingus had died.

"I just handed over the intelligence about Zilingus's arrival in Backlund to the church a few days ago, and it's impossible for the military to have known the intelligence so quickly, and to have achieved results in just a few days."

"Moreover, this news is definitely exaggerated; the hype is too obvious!"

"Who could it be? Could it be the Archbishop of Backlund? No, Zilingus isn't stupid, and he's driven by a ravenous hunger; how could he have been found so quickly!"

"Who on earth has the ability to kill Zilingus and knows he's in Backlund?!"

As he pondered, Alger's tightly furrowed brows suddenly tightened, for at that moment, a possibility came to mind.

"I first raised the question of Zilingus's whereabouts at the Tarot meeting, even a full week before the Church of Storms, which meets the first condition!"

"And a being that resembles a deity naturally has its own followers."

Upon thinking about this, Mr. Hanged Man's mind went blank for a moment, and he dared not think any further.

The powerful Qilingus, capable of taking on ten of him, was found and eliminated by the Fool's Chosen within a mere week. So what about him?

"You're really lucky! Although I made some minor attempts to test the waters, I remained mostly respectful and obedient!"

Alger took a deep breath, somewhat bewildered, and pulled a penny from his pocket, handing it to the newsboy beside him.

……

The Queen.

Inside the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

"Zilingus is dead!?"

"Was it Hugh or Fowles who did it!?"

Justice Audrey picked up today's newspaper and read it carefully, word by word, not wanting to miss any detail.

She didn't believe the contents of the newspaper, because as a viewer, she could immediately see through the exaggerated statements and wording.

Moreover, as the youngest daughter of Earl Hall, she had heard her father comment on this royal general, saying that his love of merit and vanity often led him to do some dishonorable things.

"It certainly couldn't have been this general. Then who could it have been?"

"Could it be that Mr. Fool sent Mr. Ron to do this?! He should be in Backlund right now!"

Thinking of this, Justice Audrey smoothed her blonde hair, recalling her own speculations at the Tarot gathering.

However, I wasn't much of a help in this matter.

After the initial surprise, a sense of loss followed. Audrey Hall crossed her arms and adorably puffed out her cheeks.

In her imagination, she was a master detective hiding behind the scenes, finding clues about "Hurricane Admiral" step by step, and finally asking Mr. Ron to take action to eliminate this evil pirate captain.

However, Mr. Ron ruthlessly shattered the girl's beautiful fantasy, going straight to the point without using a single bit of her help, which made her seem somewhat superfluous, just like what Emperor Roselle called a "leg accessory."

"He's really something, taking care of that pirate general so easily."

"Truly a favorite of Mr. Fool!"

The beautiful young lady pursed her lips gracefully, her emerald eyes revealing a hint of admiration and longing.

"Hmm, I need to confirm. He should be ready with the extraordinary abilities of a mind reader by now. I can summon a messenger to send the money to Him, and while I'm at it, write a letter to ask!"

"Yes, Audrey, you're so smart, let's decide on that!"

"Zilingus is dead!"

Klein looked at the news in the newspaper and laughed like a child weighing over 200 pounds, suddenly feeling a sense of relaxation.

"Good riddance! Good riddance!"

"This General Gordon is fantastic! Now I don't have to worry about not having loyal followers, which would expose the Fool!"

The Great Fool leaned against the public carriage, thinking rather pleasantly.

At this time, Klein was following the captain's instructions to go to the fortune teller's club every day to see if he could meet Mr. Connor Paterson.

He didn't participate much in the investigation of Lanius; that work was left to Leonard and his team.

"I hope there won't be any more coincidences or accidents. I just want to live a peaceful life!"

Having inexplicably eliminated a major threat, Klein Moretti muttered to himself and expressed his beautiful aspirations for life.

(End of this chapter)