Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 23 Amateur Diviners

"Hmm, no reason, haha, a very strong reason..."

Klein's mind kept replaying those four casual words, and he was speechless at Ron's answer.

So you just hate me for no reason?

Calm down, calm down, stay calm, stay calm. He's just a brat. Klein, you need to pull yourself together and not stoop to his level.

Thinking of this, Klein calmed his somewhat stiff expression, then forced a smile and changed the subject.

"Ha, ha, little Ron, you're so funny."

"Ha ha ha ha."

A series of bland, somewhat awkward, dry laughs made the atmosphere even more tense.

Fortunately, cunning fortune tellers never lack good ways to liven up the atmosphere, which is perhaps why the profession of fortune teller is indispensable in the circus.

"Ron, I heard from the captain that you seem to have lost a lot of your memories, is that right?"

"Um."

Ron's response remained indifferent, but his dismissive tone, tinged with apathy, brought tears to Klein's eyes.

In his mind, as long as this mischievous kid doesn't cause any trouble and can answer questions normally, that's fine.

"Hey Ron, do you know?"

"I'm a fortune teller in my spare time, and perhaps I can help you recall the memories you've lost through divination."

The young night watchman wore what he thought was a warm smile, like a charlatan selling his wares to the little boy in front of him.

"No, I have real skills, how could it be considered fraud..."

He muttered something to himself without realizing it.

Seeing the Celestial Venerable candidate's demeanor, Ron pushed up his monocle again.

"Oh? You're an amateur fortune teller?"

The blond boy with a monocle asked curiously in return.

What does it mean to be an amateur fortune teller? I'm an amateur fortune teller, no, I'm a fortune teller even when I'm not an amateur!

Upon hearing Ron's words, Klein's brow twitched; clearly, Ron's honeyed words had infuriated him.

Ignoring the mental rant he was running through, Klein Moretti didn't waste any words. He stood up and picked up a tarot deck from Dunn Smith's desk.

With a fake smile on his face, he approached Ron, skillfully shuffling and cutting the cards, as if asking the young gentleman in front of him if he wanted a divination.

Ron, who had already made up his mind to play along, readily accepted Klein Moretti's invitation and started playing tarot cards with him.

The chilly atmosphere in the Night Watch Captain's office slowly dissipated. Klein led the way, guiding Ron to perform tarot readings for him. When Ron got into the swing of things, Klein would give him the tarot cards, explain the rules, and teach him how to do tarot readings for himself.

Oh dear~ they really are just kids. As soon as you distract them, they become obedient and well-behaved.

Seeing that his method was very effective, Klein couldn't help but feel smug.

Time passed slowly, and in this "warm" atmosphere, neither of the two, who were having so much fun, noticed that the clock on the wall had already spun twice.

"Little Ron, what's the next divination?"

Seeing that another divination game was over, Klein smiled broadly and asked Ron in a relaxed and cheerful tone.

Ron put down the Fool card in his hand and sighed deeply.

Just now, while Klein was teaching him divination, Ron had taken the opportunity to use the tarot cards to figure out his true colors.

He found out everything, including name, age, address, family, friends, when he joined the night watch, and even the color of his underwear that day.

Although tarot cards can only provide some vague revelations, and the rest needs to be interpreted by oneself, given Ron's status, he could easily obtain this insignificant information from the spirit world.

He looked up at Klein Moretti, who hadn't noticed anything and was still earnestly coaxing the child, and sighed again.

"Ron, what's wrong? Are you tired?"

The blond boy's long sigh caught the attention of the night watchman, who had also been secretly divining Ron's origins during the divination game.

However, the symbolic revelations on the tarot cards contradicted each other, making it impossible for this amateur diviner to interpret them.

So, after failing a few times, he gave up and stopped interpreting the tarot cards, and instead started genuinely comforting the child.

However, this doesn't mean that cautious fortune tellers have no ideas at all.

On the contrary, he was now increasingly curious about Ron's origins, though Klein concealed this very well.

He planned to tell Ron about his extraordinary status and the strange divination results in person when the captain returned. This was a responsibility to the Night Watch team and also to the child.

Let this blond brat in front of me experience the dangers of adult society!

"Sigh, Klein, Dunn said he'd be back soon, but it's been two hours already..."

"Little Ron, be polite and call me brother."

Klein first emphasized this point, then thought for a moment and made a joke.

"Perhaps the captain forgot about us here?"

"..."

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere fell silent once again. Klein and Ron looked at each other, stunned for a moment.

Fortunately, the sound of the doorknob turning suddenly broke the increasingly quiet atmosphere.

"It seems you two get along quite well, Klein. I didn't expect you to be able to soothe children."

Dunn pushed open the door and entered. His gray eyes swept over the tarot cards in the hands of the two men, and a slight smile appeared on his lips as he teased Klein.

Captain, you should thank this little devil for giving you so much face...

Klein Moretti muttered to himself.

"Actually, Ron is quite well-behaved, aside from being a little mischievous, right, Ron?"

"Hmph ╯^╰."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Klein's smile froze on his face.

However, he quickly came to his senses. Seeing that the captain had returned, Klein hurriedly got up and went to Dunn's side, pointing to the blond boy sitting on the sofa, arranging tarot cards.

"Captain, this child is an extraordinary one!"

"An extraordinary being!?"

Dunn asked in return, somewhat surprised but not too surprised.

This situation initially aligns with his previous speculation.

Offspring of extraordinary individuals in the middle to high sequences have a chance to inherit their parents' extraordinary nature, resulting in them being born at the same level as half a sequence nine.

Some individuals, due to excessive genetic inheritance, are born as complete extraordinary beings.

Ron is clearly the latter.

"Yes, Captain. And when I was playing tarot with that kid just now, I couldn't find out anything about his background at all."

Another clue matched the speculation: it was quite reasonable for a child forced to flee to have his divination interfered with by his elders using special methods.

We've signed a contract. As a new author, I've never seen monthly tickets before, so let the kid see them for himself.

Tickets, food, hunger.

(End of this chapter)