Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 182 The Fool: Who's knocking on my window in the middle of the night?

The Queen.

Inside the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

"Dad, do you know what just happened?"

Audrey Hall jogged up to Count Hall, who had been invited away by the Archbishop of the Church of the Night two hours earlier. With a worried look on her face, she took her father's coat from the maid and asked him questions with curiosity.

"Audrey, I thought you would be more composed, waiting reservedly in the living room, and then asking about this during our casual conversation."

"Daddy~"

Earl Hall looked at his daughter, who was acting coquettishly, and shook his head with a smile. Without keeping her in suspense, he directly told her the information he knew.

"I don't know the specifics right now. The three major churches are very strict about controlling information in this area. Even the royal envoys were turned away."

"However, the Archbishop of the Church of the Night did reveal some information to me. It is said that a high-ranking expert belonging to the royal family has disappeared without a trace at the Saint Sirland Cathedral!"

"Missing!?"

Audrey Hall exclaimed in surprise.

"Yes, they disappeared without leaving any trace."

"Dad, do you know who that powerful member of the royal family is?"

The beautiful noblewoman suppressed her astonishment and wanted to get more information from her father.

"I know, it's Duke Mahat Augustus, the kingdom's army general."

"It's him!?"

Upon hearing the name, Audrey Hall instantly snapped out of her spectator mode. She immediately raised her arm, just as she had learned in etiquette class, to cover her surprised and worried expression with her palm.

Her emerald-green eyes narrowed slightly, trembling uncontrollably as if she had lost her composure.

Combining everything that had just happened over Backlund with that familiar name in this morning's newspaper, the impossibly beautiful noblewoman's mind was in turmoil, and a multitude of thoughts surfaced.

The only recent event involving this duke is the news this morning that he killed Ziringus, but the two seem unrelated.

It's highly likely that Mr. Ron killed that pirate general, and the other party probably stole the credit.

Wait, could his disappearance be related to Mr. Ron?

Is it really because of such a trivial matter that Mr. Ron would go after the other party? However, given his prideful nature, he might actually do such a thing.

This is Backlund, how could He... He's really amazing!

But why did the Kingdom's Army General disappear at St. Cirran's Cathedral?

It's impossible that he would realize he's no match for Mr. Ron and run to the church for help, right?

At this thought, Audrey Hall pictured a storm, like a natural disaster, that could destroy the entire Backlund in an instant.

This……

Was Mr. Ron discovered by the Three Gods and then met with misfortune?

No, the church's attitude is strange. If that's the case, there's nothing that can't be said, unless...

Unless they believe the matter is shameful enough to affect the prestige of the gods, they would not keep the news secret from anyone.

It's Mr. Fool!

He acted quickly and took away his followers!

He really adores Mr. Ron!

Xiao Erwuzai's emerald eyes lit up as he recalled the great being above the gray fog.

If He could also...

Bah, Audrey, what are you thinking? Mr. Fool is a god, and you're just a Sequence Nine!

I wish Mr. Ron would pamper me like that!

The girl thought to herself with a mixture of admiration and shy embarrassment.

"Audrey, you don't need to worry or be afraid. Archbishop Anthony has already said that he will send a team of night watchmen to protect you in secret."

Count Hall smiled and offered a word of comfort upon seeing the constantly changing expression on his daughter's face.

No, Dad, you have no idea what happened!

"Yes! I understand, my dear Earl Hall~"

Audrey Hall suppressed her chaotic thoughts, regained her composure, and smiled as she responded to her father.

……

Tingen City.

Narcissus Street.

Inside the Moretti family's bathroom.

At this moment, Mr. Fool, who knows nothing, is doing his final cleaning before going to bed.

He relieved the bloating in his lower abdomen, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and returned to his room feeling quite refreshed.

He's been incredibly busy these past few days.

"Fortunately, that little Ron has been much quieter these past few days, mostly just playing cards and rarely causing me any trouble."

Upon thinking of this, Klein Moretti wore a relieved smile, as if he had let go of a heavy and arduous task.

He threw back the covers, found a comfortable angle to lie down on the bed, and used meditation techniques to quickly fall asleep in order to spend this wonderful night.

One hour...

Two hours...

Three hours...

"Respected Mr. Fool..."

Suddenly, a noisy prayer broke out, causing the great Fool to instantly open his bloodshot brown eyes.

Ron, you deserve to die!

Klein's first thought was that the incorrigible brat was up to his old tricks again in the middle of the night.

However, upon closer listening, it was discovered that the prayer sounded like a woman's voice.

Is she Miss Justice?

Taking a deep breath, Klein Moretti regained his senses, then got out of bed and took four steps backward, entering the gray fog.

"Dear Mr. Fool, due to the matter of Zilingus, I must ask for leave from the next Tarot session..."

Oh, so it was just a leave request... I thought something serious had happened.

"The Fool" Klein nodded, using the gray mist to materialize his own image and transmit it into the crimson star belonging to Miss Justice.

After finishing all these operations, he used his spirituality to envelop himself, simulating the feeling of falling, and left this mysterious space.

Upon returning, Klein did not rush to sleep. Instead, he experiencedly paced around in the crimson moonlight for a few minutes and waited.

After finding no further prayers, he nodded in satisfaction, returned to his bed, pulled up the blanket, and used meditation techniques to fall asleep peacefully.

4:30 a.m.

"Respected Mr. Fool..."

A rough and bold prayer suddenly rang out, causing the great Fool to open his sleepy eyes.

Ron, you deserve to die!

Klein Moretti, habitually muttering a curse to himself, dragged his zombie-like body back into the gray fog, granting Mr. "The Hanged Man" his leave.

What's going on lately? Why are they all taking leave?!

The empty-bodied Mr. Fool leaned back in his bronze high-backed chair, a hint of doubt in his mind.

The next gathering is going to be between an innocent kid and a cunning little brat. Forget it, let's just cancel it!

"A stolen half-day of leisure!"

"The Fool" Klein sighed in Chinese above the gray fog, then materialized an image and announced that the next tarot reading would be canceled.

Stretching, Klein Moretti glanced at the materialized pocket watch and returned to the real world.

It's only 4:30 now, he can still take another nap.

(End of this chapter)