Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 220 A Slave of Four Surnames (3K)

The horse-drawn carriage traveled very fast, and in just over ten minutes, it arrived at the entrance of the "Radiant Church".

The church is not large, but it is very well maintained. Although there are many signs of damage on the exterior walls, they have all been repaired. You wouldn't notice these small details unless you look closely.

After Steve paid the fare, the three of them led the great detective off the carriage.

The Radiant Church, just as its name suggests, features ingeniously decorated glass windows that reflect the light from the gas lamps at different angles, making the interior of the church exceptionally bright.

As soon as he entered, Klein saw a lady dressed as a clergyman come forward and lead him to the emblem of the chapel.

"Please, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, all of this is the will of God!"

Steve, who was following behind him, pointed to the props under the emblem and said encouragingly.

Klein looked closely in the direction the finger was pointing, his lips twitched, his face flushed red, and he almost turned around and left.

On the ground, there were not only red noses and various colors of paint, but also more than a dozen throwing knives, several balls in red, blue, yellow and green, and most outrageously, a unicycle!

They're damn well prepared!

At that moment, the great detective felt as if a voice was echoing in his ears.

Please begin your performance!

"Uh, are you sure your god wants me to perform juggling?"

Klein Moretti was now somewhat unsure and asked a question as if to confirm it.

"Yes, Mr. Sherlock, I have received God's will. I can tell you with certainty that some of your previous remarks have offended God, so you must please Him according to His instructions, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, something bad will happen!"

"I... I'm not threatening you, but offering my sincerest advice. You can treat it as a ritual, and there aren't many people in the church anyway."

Seeing the man's confusion, Bishop Hilde quickly stepped forward to explain, trying to make him understand the seriousness of the matter.

"Okay, I'm best at juggling!"

Upon hearing this, Mr. "The Clown" curled up at the corners of his mouth, concealing his inner turmoil and embarrassment.

What kind of god is this? This is just too disgusting!

He rubbed his hands together to make sure the church doors and windows were closed and that there were no pedestrians around.

It's just acrobatics, right? That's my specialty!

As the saying goes, one must follow one's heart and be willing to back down when necessary. Only by being able to bend and stretch can one possess the "wisdom" to survive in this extraordinary world.

With his face painted, a red nose on, riding a unicycle, and tossing four-colored balls, the great "Fool" began his performance.

Ten minutes later

"Mr. Sherlock, you don't need to go to such lengths. God is very merciful. As long as you recognize your mistakes, He will not hold your offenses against you."

Inside the chapel of the "Time Ruler," Sherlock Moriarty, sweat beading on his forehead, used the Joker's ability to maintain balance to pedal a unicycle while rapidly throwing four knives.

"Really? Then I really thank Him."

I won't mind that you even prepared a unicycle.

Klein inwardly scoffed at these words, but remained outwardly polite, not daring to reveal the slightest hint of unease.

Before even mentioning his name, this petty person sent his men to find him. Klein couldn't guarantee that if he showed any dissatisfaction, the juggling act wouldn't turn into "spinning a wheel and throwing knives".

When the time comes, he will most likely become the "clown" lying on the spinning wheel, facing flying knives.

Life is unpredictable; you never know whether an accident or tomorrow will come first.

Even after nearly two hundred years, the famous quotes of Emperor Russell are still full of philosophical insights.

Experiencing the hardship and helplessness of this fate, Klein's thoughts were racing, and he felt something inside him rapidly digesting and dissolving.

At that moment, his "clown" potion was completely digested.

This works?!

Klein forced a smile, masking his inner astonishment with a cheerful grin.

Since arriving in Backlund and learning that Ron and Cohen had not died, he felt completely relaxed and secretly relieved.

When he divined that the mastermind behind it all was the out-of-control Archbishop Inszangwill, a surge of rage rose within him.

Because all the coincidences in Tingen City seem to have been caused by him using the stolen "0" level sealed artifact. Megas and the offspring of the evil god were arranged by him, as was Mr. Z of the Aurora Society.

These coincidences almost dealt a major blow to the Night Watch team, and even caused him to die once and lose a job with a weekly wage of ten pounds!

However, the turn of events was far beyond what this guy had expected.

Just as he was about to take revenge on Inszangwell, he discovered that the man was dead!

The divination image was so clear that he saw Leonard fire six shots in a row, successfully sending that bastard away.

This left Klein stunned and speechless for a long time.

The true protagonist always begins to shine after their companions have died.

Leonard, Leonard, does my being alive affect your performance?! Why can't you just use your secret sooner?!

Aside from this unheard complaint, Klein's short-term and long-term goals were subsequently changed.

Even though Inszangwell is dead, there's still Lanruus, and he has to keep getting stronger and find his way home.

"Hmm, one must at least become a high-sequence individual. I wonder what sequence the Great Emperor was at back then; even he couldn't find his way home."

"Their ability to create coincidences is truly impressive. It's a pity that the sealed artifact has most likely already been retrieved by the Church."

"The captain and Leonard got promoted and received raises, while I can't even get my own severance pay."

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Klein mentally complained, then took the warm water Hilde offered and drank it all in one gulp.

"Sir, may I have the honor of introducing you to our Lord? Since He has led you here, it means that God has high hopes for you."

Sorry, no need.

Upon hearing the nun's question, Klein dared only refuse in his heart, fearing that this petty person of unknown origin might issue another divine decree and make him play tricks again.

"Ahem, Bishop Hilde, actually I myself am a believer in the god of steam and machinery."

Klein first spoke firmly, defending the god he had only worshipped for a week, then he pretended to hesitate and asked:

"Moreover, I don't know if this belief is legal in Rune. You know, even the 'Eternal Sun,' who is also one of the seven great gods, is hostile and expelled from Rune."

Well, if you're not acting legally, or if you're being ostracized by other churches, then don't blame me.

Klein muttered to himself, and a new idea came to him.

There are different ways to refuse. If you refuse directly and forcefully, not to mention what the bishop lady in front of you will think, even the three strong men blocking the church windows and doors will rush over and break his legs.

In his view, this question would be the key to victory. Once the kind lady on the other end understood his predicament, she would certainly not make things difficult for him. Then he could successfully leave and get as far away from this petty-minded person as possible.

"Mr. Sherlock, please rest assured that our faith is recognized by the three major churches. This church was donated by the Church of the Night, and these tables and wooden chairs were provided by the Church of the Storm and the Church of Steam. You don't need to worry about whether it's legal or not."

"Although this church has just been established, and although there are no believers in Backlund besides us, we are still an organized and disciplined church."

Upon hearing this bombshell news, Mr. Fool's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

Wasn't it the target of the seven major churches just a while ago? How come it's legal now?!

As fellow evil gods, why are you so exceptionally outstanding? So you actually went to fight the Seven Gods head-on?!

Then I am Mr. "Fool".

Well, Mr. Fool, you should just stay in the shadows.

Klein's blank gaze swept over the four people in the church, and as news of this highly skilled and daring "new era" evil god flashed through his mind, he suddenly realized something.

If he dares not agree today, he'll probably have to stay here forever.

"Ahem, Bishop Hilde, what I mean is that changing one's faith easily is bound to be a long process; it's impossible to change suddenly all at once."

"I think you could introduce this person to me first, so I can carefully consider and analyze him."

The detective didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed, only that he would think about it. And it's perfectly normal for a heretic to have such concerns when he wants to convert to a different faith.

"This is exactly what I want to do!"

Seeing that the man opposite her had finally relented, the bishop, who was preaching for the first time in the strictest sense, began to recount the greatness of the "Time and Space Ruler" in an endless stream.

"God pulled us out of suffering, taught us how to resist, and gave us courage and hope."

"He knows which lands on earth have suffered under His ravages; He knows which lands still bear His trampling; He also knows why, when He tramples on the land of suffering, no one can see His face..."

"God is the key to the door, through which countless spaces converge."

"The past is in Him, the present is in Him, and the future is in Him, for all things are in God."

"He is the master of time and space, the final destination of the world, the end of all things, and a wealthy being with boundless wisdom, controlling countless riches."

Upon hearing these titles, Mr. Fool felt that his own name was utterly inadequate; when it came to boasting, he only recognized this petty "Time and Space Ruler."

Although he was somewhat terrified, Klein still carefully wrote these down, intending to inquire about this person at the Tarot Conference or elsewhere.

Time ticked by, and the bright light from the wall lamp shone on him. Finally, he ended his sermon.

Klein also took a deep breath, resignedly took out thirty pounds in cash from his wallet, and dropped it into the church offering box with trembling hands, as if he had deeply realized his mistake.

The police bail was only twenty pounds.

With a heart-wrenching sigh, Klein, having successfully paid the protection fee, felt utterly drained and left this place that had caused him such heartache, his steps unsteady.

(End of this chapter)