Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 227 Audience: Euler!

"Do not attempt to utter His name, not even in the languages ​​that cannot manipulate the forces of nature: the Rune, the Intis, or the Fussac!"

Mr. Fool, with great concern, once again warned the members of the Tarot Club to avoid a tragic end due to carelessness in the extraordinary world.

Especially that ignorant brat; if that petty guy sets his sights on him, he might end up being turned into something terrible.

He already has enough experience in this area.

Sigh~ Your Mr. Fool can only help you "explore the way." Actually, based on the description of "omniscient and omniscient," you probably thought of Him, and you probably also know about His petty nature. But isn't that a bit too powerful? It completely affects the balance. I guess that description is just bragging.

Klein's thoughts drifted back to the games he played in his past life. Although each profession had its own strengths, their performance would ultimately be categorized into the same level, neither too much better nor too worse.

Besides, could there really be a true god who's incapable of anything? Surely not? Surely not?

"This is truly terrible, Mr. Fool, thank you for informing me!"

The girl couldn't help but sigh. The "Mind Reader" quickly calmed her somewhat overt emotions and offered her sincerest gratitude to the "Fool".

After all, given her current level of knowledge, she couldn't possibly imagine such an unbelievable thing.

If I just mutter one word, the other person will notice. Won't that be too noisy?

Having recovered from her initial shock, the noblewoman couldn't help but let her imagination run wild. Seeing that the other members of the Tarot Club were reacting the same way, she pursed her lips and changed the subject, saying:

"Everyone, I'd like to buy the 'Psychotherapist's' potion recipe. Does anyone have any leads on it?"

Miss Justice's words brought both The Sun and The Hanged Man back to their senses, drawing their attention back to the Tarot session itself.

"I can get the potion recipe for 'Psychoanalyst,' but I don't have enough merit points to exchange for it yet."

The simple and honest Xiaoyang never disappoints; with just one sentence, he turned himself into a lamb to the slaughter.

This kid is so naive. If I were Miss "Justice," I would definitely use this to negotiate the price with him.

Mr. Fool, who sat at the very head of the bronze table, almost laughed and muttered to himself.

"Mr. Sun, what do you need in exchange?"

It must be a potion recipe from the Solar Path 'Sequence Seven'.

"I need the potion recipe for the Solar Path 'Sequence Seven'!"

Just as the "Mind Reader" had predicted, "Sun" Derrick accurately stated the reward he needed.

"Okay, Mr. Sun, I don't have that recipe right now, but I'll keep an eye out for it for you."

Miss Justice responded lightly, feeling quite relaxed. Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly remembered what Mr. Fate had said about the miracle worker. She couldn't help but feel curious about what kind of extraordinary abilities the "audience" path might hold.

"Mr. Fate, I have a question for you. Do you know what abilities the Audience Path possesses in Sequence Four, the 'Manipulator'?"

She learned the name "manipulator" from Ron's explanation of the swapping method at the last gathering.

"How many gold pounds do you need? No, I mean, I'm willing to pay a certain amount for it!"

The wealthy noblewoman had barely finished speaking when she suddenly realized something was wrong and wanted to slap herself in the face.

Mr. Ron’s house was very large, as she had seen yesterday. The thought of exchanging information for money always made her feel incredibly vulgar.

"Heh, it's just a small matter. Since you've asked me for advice, there's no need for extra compensation."

What a waste of money!

Hearing Ron's generous words, "Fool" Klein gritted his teeth in distress, then made no further move, quietly pricking up his ears to try and eavesdrop.

"The 'Manipulator' is the inflection point between demigod and demigod. His core ability is manipulation, using the ocean of the collective unconscious to control the target's mental island, making them do all sorts of things against their own will, and this is extremely difficult to detect."

"In addition, they can also gain the ability to roam the ocean of the collective unconscious, to cause 'mental deprivation' to the target, to create a 'mental storm' with decent power, and to spread a 'mental plague' that can be transmitted."

"However, this is only an enhancement in terms of extraordinary abilities."

As he spoke, Ron's lips twitched involuntarily, as if he felt a sharp pain in his scalp again.

"During the 'Manipulator' stage, your physical body will also be greatly enhanced, almost equivalent to that of an adult dragon."

"You can smash steel with one punch, and you can run faster than a steam train. Perhaps in an emergency, you could even act as a steam locomotive."

As Ron recounted his story, "Justice" Audrey's eyes widened, and she fell into an unusual silence, as if she could already picture the scene.

"Wow, I really didn't expect that the viewers who seemed to have no fighting power in the early stages would become so brave in the 'higher sequences.' Could this be a characteristic of extraordinary professions in the later stages?"

After the Tarot gathering ended, Klein returned to the real world. He kept marveling at the knowledge he had just gained, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

"However, given that it originated from a dragon's path, adding some physical strength is quite reasonable."

After finishing his usual rant, the guy stood up and went to the restroom to deal with his bloated lower abdomen.

Just then, the loud doorbell interrupted Klein's actions, causing him to hesitate for a few seconds between the bathroom and the bedroom door.

"I'm new to Backlund and don't have many friends. Is this another new request?"

In the end, money overcame the discomfort of his bloated lower abdomen, and the poor man quickly arrived at the door.

But before Klein could even press the doorknob, the image of the person outside the door automatically appeared in his mind.

This is a guy dressed like a servant. Judging from the style of his clothes, he should be a personal male servant of some wealthy family.

"You're Sherlock Moriarty, the detective?"

As the great detective opened the door, the servant scrutinized the ordinary "ordinary person" before him with a critical eye.

"Yes, please come in and talk if you have any requests."

Klein smiled politely, ignoring the other person's arrogant gaze.

"No need, I'm very busy. I have a request, you can choose to accept it or not."

"The reward for this commission is five pounds, and it's very simple. That should be more than enough for a novice detective like you."

Hearing that familiar tone, even louder than Mr. Fool's, the detective's eye twitched slightly.

"Uh, what kind of request is it?"

Using the clown's extraordinary abilities to adjust his expression, Klein asked sincerely.

"I need you to investigate the residents of 69 Williams Street, find out where they come from, and what's unusual about them. Don't worry about anything bad. In fact, my master just wants to reach a business cooperation with this person, but he is not familiar with this new resident and is afraid of being cheated out of money."

"This is the deposit."

The servant explained word by word, as if he had rehearsed it many times before. As soon as he finished speaking, he tossed two pounds to Klein. This very swift action immediately brought a genuine smile to the great detective's face.

"No problem, you can pick up the survey results this weekend or next week."

Because I also need to hire bodyguards, attend the Extraordinary People's Gathering, and catch someone cheating.

Seeing that his "foolish and rich" employer turned and left, Klein unconsciously began to plan what he needed to do recently.

(End of this chapter)