Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 186 The Fool: Why Don't You Ask the Beacon of Fate to Help You? (3K)

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The two silver-white slumbering runes and the blazing sun rune, which shimmered with the light of the sun, drifted further and further away from Klein, and he could only watch helplessly, unable to retain his possessions.

In fact, this is just the cost.

As the cold sensation at the back of his head disappeared, Klein Moretti unconsciously muttered something to himself, calming his slightly tense heart.

He had voluntarily handed over those two talismans to conceal two important items in his inner pocket: one was 0-21, a symbol of divine favor, and the other was the Azik bronze whistle.

He wasn't worried that the stolen Flaming Sun Talisman would be used by the other party, because during its creation, the talisman was imbued with his own spirituality.

In other words, theoretically, only when his spiritual essence is infused and the incantation is activated will that demigod-level talisman take effect.

High-level talismans are high-level talismans after all; there's a reason why they're expensive.

Otherwise, if your enemy shouts "Sun" in ancient Hermes during battle and infuses the talisman in your pocket with spiritual energy, wouldn't that be like blowing yourself up?

"Behave yourself, put your hands behind your head and squat on the ground!"

The official night watchman was cornered by three cultists and obediently squatted down according to their words.

But just then, Klein's premonition of danger caused by the Joker made him see the scene he was about to encounter again.

A burly man behind him raised his gun butt and swung it down hard, slamming it down on the back of his head.

Sensing this, the night watchman did not try to resist. He simply turned slightly to the side, tilting his body so that the strong man would not hit the correct spot due to the angle.

A muffled "bang" was heard.

"it hurts!!!"

Klein stubbornly maintained his composure, closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and pretended to faint, lying on the floor.

Only then did the cult members lower their guard, exchange glances, and begin to speculate about the situation inside the room.

"Where is Mr. Z? What's causing such a commotion here?"

"He's probably busy with something, and as for not telling us, it's very likely that it's divine guidance!"

"With such extensive damage here, could this kid be responsible? Could it be that Mr. Z has already disappeared because of him?"

"Ha, Lyle, stop drinking so much fake alcohol. If he could beat Mr. Z, the three of us would all be dead!"

"Mr. Z isn't afraid of bullets, so why do you think the person who can defeat him would be afraid?!"

"However, he's definitely involved in the destruction here. Lock him in the dungeon for now, and we'll decide what to do next when Mr. Z returns!"

"He must be that 'Master Moretti,' Mr. Z thinks quite highly of him."

……

As they were talking, a member of the Aurora Society, who sounded like a minor leader, gave orders to his men and kicked Klein twice, making Mr. Joker grimace inwardly.

He didn't have to wait long before he felt his body being bound by ropes, his arms being raised high, and he was dragged into a room that wasn't very well ventilated.

A faint smell of blood wafted over, making Mr. Clown's heart skip a beat.

Clearly, combined with the information about the Aurora Club, the environment and the smell of blood here indicate that this is a place with special activities.

The heavy thud of the door hitting the ground and the creaking of the iron gate echoed once more, adding to the eerie, menacing atmosphere of this dark and gloomy place.

The young night watchman pretended to still be unconscious, and under the cover of darkness, he squinted and glimpsed the Aurora Society members with guns locking the iron gate and leaving. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

After lying there for a few minutes, the wary man opened his eyes and, using the clown's extraordinary ability to control his muscles, struggled to break free of the ropes binding him. He stood up and looked around.

It was a small house, completely empty inside, with nothing else present except for the iron gate.

"Damn it, how did a simple infiltration mission turn into this?!"

Klein's brow twitched slightly, filled with indignation at the guy who orchestrated the coincidence. This experience made him feel like a puppet, a puppet that could be manipulated at will.

"I'll find you sooner or later!"

Gritting his teeth and uttering a harsh word in his heart, Mr. Clown looked around, trying to find a way to leave.

He looked left and right and found that there was nothing there. The only thing in the room that could be considered "furniture" was the heavy metal door.

"Are you a member of the secret order?"

Just then, a hoarse voice came from the cell next door, which made Mr. Clown pause slightly.

Before he could think too much, the goddess of night's faithful guardian betrayed her once again. Klein simply nodded and calmly replied.

"That's right, I'm a member of the Secret Order!"

His answer was resolute and self-assured; after all, only a fool would admit to being an official extraordinary being under such circumstances!

"Great! I didn't expect they still had people in Tingen!"

"This must be divine guidance! Quick, save me! I'll reward you handsomely when I get back to Trier!"

The hoarse voice suddenly became excited, as if Klein was his last lifeline.

Actually, I also want to go out...

Upon hearing this, Klein Moretti muttered something awkwardly to himself.

He himself couldn't even escape from here, how could he possibly have the strength to save others?

"Sigh, I can't get out either..."

The two cells fell silent instantly, and the silence lasted for several minutes.

"What do you mean by God?"

After a while, the young night watchman tried to start a conversation again, hoping to defuse the awkward situation and extract more information.

"Our Lord dwells high above the spiritual realm, the embodiment of all wisdom in the world. He reigns over the past, present, and future; He is the King of Time and Space, the Beacon of Destiny, and the Ruler of the Spirit World."

"How come you can brag even more than me?"

Upon hearing this long string of praise, Mr. Fool's smile froze on his face. For a moment, he felt goosebumps all over his body from such embarrassing boasting.

"So, if your Lord is so powerful, why don't you ask your 'Lord' for help?"

Before the hoarse voice next door could finish speaking, Klein, in a despicable move, found a loophole in his "fellow inmate's" words, interrupted him in time, and made a sarcastic remark.

"You, you"

The man next door, who had been praising her, suddenly stopped, clearly annoyed, and stammered for a long time without uttering a single word.

If God could answer me, would I need you?!

"Alas, your arrival is the Lord's guidance!"

After rambling on for a long time, the attendant of the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang finally managed to stubbornly offer a convincing explanation.

Ha, I have reason to believe you're lying to me.

Seeing the other person's performance, Klein thought to himself, becoming even more convinced that this guy was bragging.

As the person who had just boasted, he understood the other party's mindset very well.

If Mr. Z from the Aurora Club had asked that question earlier, he probably wouldn't have been able to answer it either.

"I can get you out, but you must tell me who you are and why you're here."

After a long while, Mr. Clown rummaged in his pocket and carefully proposed a condition.

As a night watchman upholding justice, saving lives is a must, but it depends on how to save them and who to save.

If he were to rescue someone even more sinister than Mr. Z, he wouldn't have a second Flaming Sun Talisman to deal with them!

As for how to get out of the cell, the cunning successor of the Source Castle has already come up with a plan, inspired by the gentleman next door.

The Spirit World!

And he happened to have the relevant items in his hands. Thinking of Mr. Azik's reassuring messenger, Klein was no longer worried.

"Okay, as long as you can get me out!"

Having received an affirmative answer, Klein Moretti took out his brass whistle, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard.

The next second, white bones gushed out in front of him like a fountain, quickly piecing together a spirit creature that was three or four meters tall.

Its lower body was buried in the ground, while its head was pointing straight at the ceiling, its eyes burning with black flames staring at Klein, and its right palm outstretched.

"Uh, this isn't about delivering a message; I wanted to ask you for a favor."

"Don't worry, I'll mention this to Mr. Azik next time I send a letter. Or perhaps I should offer some form of compensation?"

Klein was very polite. He pointed to the tightly closed iron gate and carefully communicated with the tall and imposing messenger in a consultative tone.

Hearing that the guy on the other side was willing to say a few good words for him, the black flames in the Bone Messenger's eye sockets trembled.

It remained silent for a few seconds, then turned around, extended its skeletal right hand, and smashed the iron door with the small window to pieces.

Holy crap, that's awesome...

This scene gave Klein goosebumps, and he decided that it would be better to be more respectful to messengers in the future.

After smashing the iron gate, the messenger did not linger; instead, he transformed into a fountain of bones and left the basement.

"You're a member of the secret order? Why are you being held here!?"

"Uh, I'm not..."

"Heh, you think I believe it or not!"

Klein Moretti arrived at the locked iron gate next door and immediately questioned them in an interrogative tone.

The man inside clearly sensed something was wrong and immediately denied it.

But clearly, his attempts to make amends afterwards were of little use.

"And I also suspect you believe in an evil god..."

"No, don't talk nonsense, I was just joking!"

"hehe."

The night watchman chuckled twice, making his stance clear.

Klein had no intention of letting this guy out, because he was likely a member of the secret organization The Secret Order, and only someone with a brain malfunction would do that.

Mr. Clown's current goal is simply to get some information out of people.

"Ha, you won't let me out, will you, Mr. Moretti?"

In the quiet and dimly lit basement, the sound of a metal door slamming shut suddenly rang out, startling Klein into taking a step back.

"Who are you?! How do you know my name?"

Bang bang bang!

"Klein Moretti! God sent me to deliver a message to you!!!"

"Beware of anything unusual around you. Beware of Ron Sothos. He's not human. He harbors a sinister secret. He's lurking within the Night Watch, and he's doing this for... for..."

At this point, Mr. Prisoner paused, his words trailing off, leaving Klein Moretti wide-eyed and his mind reeling.

What does this have to do with that little brat? Didn't he just happen to be here?

Mr. Joker could no longer maintain his composure; it concerned Ron, and he had to think carefully.

"What do you mean by that!? And what do you mean by not being human!?"

Klein Moretti shouted, but no sound came out from inside the iron gate.

At this moment, the young Night Watcher seemed to feel as if he had fallen into some enormous conspiracy, surrounded by countless unanswerable mysteries, and enveloping the entire Tingen City Night Watcher squad.

After a few minutes and dozens more probing questions, seeing that there was still no sound coming from behind the iron gate, Klein suppressed his chaotic thoughts and chose to believe the kid.

Ron was his "good buddy" with whom he had compared sizes, how could he possibly doubt him based on just a few words from the other party!?

"However, that little brat is indeed mysterious; we need to find an opportunity to ask him properly!"

As thoughts raced through his mind, Klein immediately looked around, peering through each iron door.

He wanted to see if any innocent people were imprisoned there, and if so, rescue them.

One door, two doors, three doors...

When checking the fourth door, the young night watchman finally made a discovery. Klein peeked through the small window and saw a somewhat familiar figure.

"Miss Megalos, what are you doing here!?"

The young night watchman exclaimed in surprise, making no attempt to conceal his presence.

(End of this chapter)