Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 240 The Diviner Rosago (3K)

"Ha, how extravagant! A pair of stockings at Philips department store costs a full 30 sous, and here are dozens of pairs carelessly tossed on the floor..."

Rosago looked at the scene inside the room and immediately began to analyze everything in his "diviner's" manner.

"Perhaps we can use these things to perform divination and find out who owns this villa and what their general situation is... Since that trembling detective dared to come here, it means there must be something here that he relies on very much..."

The master of divination flashed his eyes and immediately stepped forward, picking up a black, semi-transparent triangular bitter tea stalk and holding it in his hand. He then loosened the yellow crystal pendant wrapped around his right wrist, placed it directly above the lace, and then assumed a posture, solemnly beginning to recite the divination incantation.

He wants to use pendulum divination!

Although pendulum divination can only provide a single yes or no answer, in emergency situations, if the question is asked appropriately, it can deduce a lot of information.

As for drinking bitter tea, it was definitely not because Rosago had any hobby. Although he came from Intis, he was not as obsessed with such things as the nobles of Trier.

He, a dignified master of widowhood, is not that kind of person, please don't misunderstand!

As a professional fortune teller, he understood that such close-fitting clothing was the most suitable for divination.

Because it must be imbued with the original owner's aura, this allows us to obtain more detailed and important information.

This is his exclusive experience from Rosago, this is the top training from the Intis intelligence agency!

at the same time……

"Bullshit!!!"

The red angel's lips twitched and his face instantly turned green. Just now, he felt the "trap" in his room being triggered again.

Moreover, this time seems different from before, as someone is actually using certain objects to divine their own fate.

Damn it, how could there be such a filthy and despicable path as fortune-telling in this world?!

Can that kind of thing be used for divination?!

shit!

"Medici, what's wrong? You look like someone stole your bitter tea seeds!"

Seeing the red angel's strange behavior, the blond boy tilted his head, adjusted his monocle, and asked in an analytical tone.

"Shut your foul mouth!"

The War Angel's face instantly turned red. He glanced at the bewildered Klein Moretti, slammed the fruit plate on the coffee table, and then transformed into a streak of fire, rushing straight towards the stairs.

As for why He didn't break through the ceiling, it's because the villa had just been renovated, and if He dared to cause damage, He probably wouldn't see the sun rise tomorrow.

Of course, seeing the sun in Backlund in September is also a very difficult thing.

"The owner of these underwear is in great danger."

After silently repeating the mantra seven times, Rosago stared at the vertically motionless citrine pendant and fell into deep thought.

His divination failed!

They failed with intimate clothing, which has such a strong connection to mysticism!

The unusual divination made Rosago realize that something was wrong, because it conflicted with the divination he had just performed outside!

No, my divination has been interfered with.

A bead of cold sweat suddenly broke out, and his right hand instinctively gripped the bitter tea tightly, as if he had grasped his last straw.

But just then, before Rosago could even think of retreating from the window, he heard a slightly hurried, howling wind that seemed to "tumble and crawl" from the first floor to the third floor in an instant.

"Oh no, we've been discovered! It's too late!"

In a flash, he used the Faceless Man's ability to transform into Sherlock Moriarty, attempting to deceive the enemy in this way.

With bones cracking, the moment Rosago completed his transformation, the bedroom door was violently kicked open again with a bang.

Medici, engulfed in flames, stepped inside and saw the imposter detective inside the room.

And the black bitter tea with lace trim that he held tightly in his hand.

A cold wind blew in from outside the window, instantly bringing Rosago back to his senses. He reflexively moved his right hand behind his back, as if he were a pervert trying to hide his sinful deeds.

You dare to hide?!

This simple action made Medici's eyelids twitch wildly and his face contort. For some reason, the Red Angel felt that the guy opposite him also had a great talent for provocation.

"Heh, you don't need to try to control my spirit threads anymore. By the way, you're quite the provocateur!"

With a deafening roar, the entire villa trembled. Klein, who was sitting by the fireplace in the living room wrapped in a small blanket, unconsciously shrank his neck, wondering what had happened to the demigod lady.

"Hey, Ron, aren't you going to go check on him?" he asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, Medici will handle it!"

The blond boy shook his head nonchalantly, intending to habitually lift the bottle, but under Klein's scrutinizing gaze, he inexplicably put the bottle back in its place and put the cork back in.

But after using his gaze to scare Ron away from drinking, Klein suddenly realized something was off.

Medici. That's a male name.

Damn! No way!

Upon hearing the name Ron revealed, the great detective considered a possibility.

In that instant, he suddenly found it difficult to look directly at the room that had been filled with his private belongings.

"That's right, Klein, you guessed perfectly!"

Seeing Klein's sudden change in expression, Ron immediately fanned the flames from the side, trying to stir up the guy's psychological trauma.

Call me Sherlock!

"Okay, Klein, I'll remember that."

The former night watchman ignored the brat's sinister intentions and instead emphasized his current identity. However, Ron's nonchalant words still gave the current great detective a headache.

Amidst the crackling of the firelight, the blond boy grumbled and leaned back on the sofa, continuing to lazily enjoy the warmth from the fireplace.

On this chilly night, with howling winds and torrential rain outside, there's nothing more comfortable and relaxing than warming yourself by a fire.

But just then, as Klein completely relaxed, a mangled body fell straight down from the third floor and landed in front of him with a "thud".

"What the hell is that?!"

The sudden scene startled him, and he jumped up and stood on the back of the sofa.

Seeing that the "clown's" dangerous premonition hadn't materialized, Klein finally felt a little relieved and took a closer look.

The newcomer looked almost exactly like him, and in the man's right hand, he was tightly clutching a black object with lace trim.

Upon seeing this, the poor man's face twitched, and he suddenly opened his mouth wide, feeling that his reputation had been severely damaged.

He's slandering me!

"He is a Sequence 5 Mystic Master of the Diviner's Path, named Rosago. I just received information from his spirit that he is an underling of Ambassador Beckron of Intis, and he has come to hunt down you, you weakling."

"No need to thank me, I really hate fortune tellers!"

Medici's voice drifted over, sounding like a report or an explanation.

The great detective, ignoring the sarcasm in these words, habitually guessed at the general course of events.

"What a coincidence!? I'm here on an investigative mission, and this Rosago is following me. But... but he didn't expect I have powerful connections... Actually, I didn't expect it either..."

"So, he just barged in like that?!"

"But if my divination above the gray fog can be interfered with, then his divination must be the same... Hiss... The sealing artifact on Ron feels very strange and eerie; it can actually do something like this..."

"So... this threat from the ambassador of the Republic of Intis has been resolved?"

"But, but, isn't something a little off? I was hoping to use this opportunity to find the next potion recipe through the Diviner's Path..."

Klein's brows furrowed as his eyes flickered. He stared at the corpse lying in front of him for a good ten seconds, then his eyes lit up for a moment, as if he had found the answer to a difficult problem.

"Ahem, Miss Medici, I have some questions I'd like to ask him. May I borrow this corpse for a moment?"

The cunning fortune teller has come up with a brilliant way to obtain the recipe!

He wants to perform a spiritual communication; he wants the dead to speak!

Although he didn't kill this guy, the other person died within a quarter of an hour and wasn't affected by any strange contamination. He didn't even need to enter the gray fog; he could communicate with spirits from the outside!

And this will most likely lead to the "Clown's" subsequent fortune teller path potion recipe!

"Tch~ Take him. He's useless, just like you. You can dispose of this corpse. Remember to wipe the bloodstains clean!"

What do you mean I'm useless...? At least I can ride a unicycle...

Hearing this undisguised mockery, Klein thought to himself, but dared not show it.

"Diviners" are always able to restrain their words and actions to avoid misfortune.

"Thank you so much, Miss Medici!"

Hearing the thanks, especially the address of Miss Medici, the Red Angel snorted in displeasure, but He didn't reply. He went to the fireplace and added smokeless coal and fine charcoal.

The wind howled past the window, and the torrential rain continued unabated.

Time ticked by, and five minutes later, Klein Moretti opened his eyes. Judging from the smug look on his face, he seemed to have gained a lot.

Because this guy never expected that happiness would come so quickly!

Ron, I absolutely love you...

Having obtained the potion recipes for Sequence Seven, Sequence Six, and Sequence Five, and with a lot of role-playing experience, Klein found everything very pleasing to the eye.

Even the little kid who kept whining and complaining was seen through a thick filter.

"No, this might actually be thanks to him. If I hadn't happened to run into Ron, I don't know how I would have handled this Sequence Five..."

"Hmm... coincidence..."

Upon realizing this, Klein Moretti was suddenly startled, wondering if he had been orchestrated by someone once again.

But then he thought back to the scene when he first met Ron.

There always seemed to be a coincidence binding them together, or rather, a mutual attraction, which meant that no matter what, they would eventually meet.

"Could Ron also possess items related to the diviner's path?"

Just as the great detective was deep in thought, he suddenly saw the beautiful Miss Medici wink at him.

For no reason at all, she gave him a wink!

"..."

Upon seeing this, Klein was momentarily stunned, suddenly thinking of Mrs. Sharon, and couldn't understand what this demigod-level witch meant by doing such a thing.

Moreover, after giving the signal, the other party turned around and left, seemingly heading to the kitchen, without leaving any further instructions.

"Does this mean I should follow them?"

(End of this chapter)