Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 224 Justice: Good afternoon~

on Monday.

in the afternoon.

After a busy day, the detective pushed open the door and returned to his safe little nest.

In the morning, he took several transfers to Satch Street in St. George's, where he signed an agreement with his partner for a bicycle investment and paid an initial payment of £50. The remaining £30 would be given to the inventor, Repard, two weeks later.

Of course, this money was drawn entirely from the two hundred pounds in his bank account. Klein originally did not want to use this money, intending to save it as his "funeral savings" for emergencies or to purchase potion recipes and extraordinary materials.

However, after his voluntary dedication to the "Glorious Church," he had to bow to the pressures of life.

"Even a penny can bring a man down."

With a thought to himself, Klein used meditation techniques to recall the black-and-white photographs he had found in past issues of the Tarsok newspaper in the public library.

That was a gentleman whose appearance was exactly the same as that of Beckeran Jean Madan, the Intis ambassador to the Kingdom of Rune from whom he had his dream divination!

Having confirmed the target's basic identity, the weak, pitiful, and helpless "cult leader" began to devise a countermeasure.

His first reaction was to contact the brat through a messenger and offer him some slander.

That Beckron, so ignorant and arrogant, dared to speak ill of the great Lord Ron Sothos; he truly deserved to die a righteous death.

Given that brat's personality, he probably would have stormed to the ambassador's doorstep, chopped him up with a single blow, and left.

"Wouldn't that be too insidious? Besides, this is Backlund; even Ron has to be extremely careful."

Shaking his head to banish the image of himself fawning over "King Ron" like a eunuch, Klein activated his gold-cased pocket watch.

It was 2:55.

Without further hesitation, he immediately took four steps backward and arrived above the gray fog. Without making any unnecessary movements, Klein first divined whether anyone was monitoring him from his surroundings. Only after receiving a negative answer did he feel relieved.

After thinking for a moment, seeing that it was almost three o'clock, the guy immediately mobilized the gray fog to cover up the bloodstained contracts and other "tools of the crime" that had been sent onto the gray fog.

After doing all this and confirming that Mr. Fool's treasure would not be discovered, he touched the crimson star that represented "justice," "the Hanged Man," "fate," and "the sun."

Within the boundless gray fog, crimson light surged forth like a tide.

This "Tarot Meeting" has arrived as scheduled!

The familiar gray mist and hazy figures reappeared before her eyes. "Justice" Audrey, as always, rose slightly, lifted her skirt, and greeted them lightly:

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool; good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man; good afternoon, Mr. Fate; good afternoon, Mr. Sun!

The girl's gaze swept over the members of the Tarot Club, finally settling on Ron, as if recalling the wonderful time they had spent together yesterday afternoon.

"Mr. Ron's chef is truly excellent; her cakes have an entirely different flavor. No, I'm not being greedy; this is genuine praise from the bottom of my heart."

"However, Hazel is really naive, believing Mr. Ron's story so easily. Hmph, she probably won't discover what Mr. Ron and I are doing, or the relationship between us."

As she thought about it, Audrey Hall suddenly felt a pang of guilt, as if she had done something behind her best friend's back that she couldn't let her know, something that couldn't be brought to light.

If this noble lady had ever been to Trier, she would most likely understand how this feeling of "sneaking around" arises.

The blond guy won big, and the green guy lost big!

"The Fool" Klein had activated his spiritual vision early on, clearly seeing the state of each member and observing the pure luster on the surface of their astral bodies.

Of course, Ron was an exception; Klein's spiritual vision had no effect on him at all, which undoubtedly highlighted the blond boy's extraordinary status.

The title of the number one expert in the Tarot Club is well-deserved!

"Mr. Fool, this time it's still six pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."

Without waiting, the "Hanged Man" spoke first, faithfully presenting Mr. Fool with the Roselle Diary, which he had copied from inside the Church of Storms.

"very good!"

Klein nodded in satisfaction, showing great interest in Russell's diary.

The six pages of the diary were quickly materialized, but just as they flashed into the hands of "The Fool" Klein, Alger Wilson spoke respectfully once again:

"Mr. Fool, I have heard some news about the secret society."

On the high seas, intelligence is not unavailable, it is just not timely. Even the crude and barbaric pirates who only know how to drink and frequent brothels understand the importance of intelligence.

On a larger scale, intelligence can prevent the pirates from running into the "Storm Church" and the "Runn Navy" and suffering the unfortunate fate of collided head-on.

On a smaller scale, intelligence can also help pirates identify their targets when seeking pleasure, thus avoiding the situation where their chosen "target" turns out to be even bigger than themselves.

"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly, indicating that "The Hanged Man" could speak now without having to hide "Justice," "Fate," and "The Sun" around him.

The former two might find some new clues in the Hanged Man's words, while the latter might not understand any information at all.

"The Secret Order has certain connections with the Republic of Intis."

Alger didn't keep anyone in suspense and smoothly revealed the information he had gathered.

Intis. By the way, Zarathustra is the leader of the Secret Order, and He seems to have an ambiguous relationship with Emperor Roselle. In this light, the Secret Order may still be maintaining a secret connection with Intis. This indirectly confirms that there are extraordinary individuals with the diviner's path in Beckron's circle.

"The Secret Order, I know them. Their leader is Zarathustra, a Sequence Two 'Miracleist'!"

Just as "The Fool" Klein was deep in thought, the blond boy pushed up his monocle and casually added a comment.

This information comes from Soren Einhorn Medici.

After learning about the "true creator" from them, Ron subjected the "red-haired older sister" to "severe torture" in order to learn a great deal about the hidden history of the first half of the Fourth Age.

Of course, any mistakes or omissions made by the Red Angel, or any points she was unwilling to make, were entirely addressed by her good sisters, Sauron and Einhorn.

Sequence Two! The Miracle Worker!

Mr. Fool's heart skipped a beat. He glanced at the knowledgeable little kid, his expression and actions remained unchanged, but he was slightly shocked.

Sequence Two, in the Church's classification, can already be called "angels"!

Moreover, if he remembered correctly, Russell's previous diary seemed to mention that Zarathustra was also a "diviner".

(End of this chapter)