Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 241 Provocation Still Depends on Talent (3K)

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It's not the theft itself that's scary, but the fact that someone has their eye on you. Although Klein Moretti didn't consider himself handsome, as a man who had almost been pushed into bed by a witch, he was very wary of such things, especially since the other party was a high-sequence individual.

Given his small stature, if something bad were to happen, he probably wouldn't be able to resist, or even shout out.

"Wait a minute. Have I encountered far too many witches? Perhaps I'm some kind of incredibly charming man?"

With a slight self-mockery in his heart, the great detective pulled a penny from his pocket, flicked it into the air, and then caught it with a flourish.

The king's portrait is facing upwards, indicating affirmation and suggesting that he should follow!

Klein's divination this time was about himself, so he was full of confidence in the result.

"Ron, I'm going to the restroom!"

After exchanging greetings, the great detective, without waiting for the owner of the place to agree or not, strode off in the direction Medici had disappeared.

As he walked through the hall and witnessed the gold patterns that left him speechless, as well as the various precious works of art, Klein's smiling expression gradually turned serious.

In that instant, he suddenly felt a sense of defeat, a reluctance to work hard and to be Ron's servant.

"Klein, this is just money, what's the big deal? Where is your dignity? Where is your integrity? Where is your unwavering spirit?"

With a slight sigh, the poor man raised his head and saw the Red Angel smoking a cigarette, leaning against the door frame, waiting for him to arrive.

"You're here? Looks like I wasn't wrong about your intelligence."

"In fact, this is not difficult for diviners to understand."

If I pretended not to see it and just turned around and left, I wonder what kind of expression you would have.

Klein responded politely, but inwardly he felt an urge to mock this man who spoke with such sarcasm.

"Do you know why I called you here?"

Taking a deep drag of his cigarette, Medici glanced at the low-end "fortune teller" in front of him and asked in a disdainful tone.

"I don't know."

It couldn't be that he wanted to show off how much money he made working for Ron.

Klein responded politely as usual, but inwardly he was still cursing.

"Hmph, it seems your IQ isn't very high. Like most fortune tellers, you're cowardly, stupid, and especially perverted."

The red angel curled her lips into a beautiful smile and began to mock him loudly.

Arya hadn't come back to stay for the past few days, and only He and Ron were breathing in the villa, so He was really feeling suffocated.

As for why he didn't mock Ron, it's because that guy really can't take being mocked too much, and he'll always end up beating him up before he's satisfied.

"Miss Medici, if you have nothing else, I'll take my leave now."

When it comes to being a pervert, I'm nowhere near as bad as that "witch" who throws her underwear around. After all, you're "completely perverted" in a physical sense, while you're probably a bit perverted psychologically too.

Klein suppressed the urge to rant that would enrage Medich once again, maintaining a fake smile and responding politely.

"Hey kid, you should need this!"

Seeing how easily the fortune teller across from her was bullied and how weak he sounded in his words, the Red Angel's bad mood improved considerably.

With a flick of his wrist, a semi-transparent eyeball appeared. The moment the eyeball was exposed to the air, Klein's gaze was drawn to it.

"This is the extraordinary property of the Puppet Master, and it can also be used as the main ingredient for concocting Sequence 5 potions."

The red angel gave a brief explanation, then raised an eyebrow, his facial expression seemingly asking, "Want it?"

"Madam, what price must I pay to obtain it?"

"Ten thousand pounds or equivalent"

Before Medici could finish speaking, Klein, upon hearing about the enormous sum of money, turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

If it were a thousand pounds, I could probably manage, but ten thousand... I probably could never save that much in my lifetime. But Sequence 5 is definitely worth the price. Otherwise, I might as well just become a servant to that brat.

He secretly regretted it and felt an urge to use his own abilities to live off Ron.

"You can consider it. It doesn't necessarily have to be money; something special and precious would also work."

Seeing the young detective's decisive refusal, Red Angel was taken aback for a moment before quickly offering an explanation.

But it would have been better if he hadn't spoken. As soon as he opened his mouth, Klein suddenly hugged his arms and unconsciously quickened his pace.

Seeing the great detective's actions, Medici's eyelids twitched, and he suppressed his anger, gritting his teeth as he said:

"I want that talisman on you!"

"That talisman containing the voice of a great being!"

"Kid, I'll say it again, you're perfect for provoking others!"

You should have said so earlier... It's my fault... I thought you were thinking of me... But who would want this kind of talisman anyway...?

Upon hearing the specific requirements, Klein immediately stopped, recalling the ear he had purchased for four hundred pounds that was left behind by the "Listener," and instead used the "filthy words" he had obtained by harassing the true creator above the gray fog.

To be honest, don't be fooled by the fact that this talisman looks ordinary. Its origin and essence are enough to rival the characteristics of Sequence Five.

This is especially true for targeted customers.

"Miss Medici, is this what you mean?"

Klein took out the "Filthy Words" from his pocket, used meditation techniques to suppress the slight tinnitus, and asked again as if to confirm.

"That's right! This Mystic Master's properties are useless, just like yours, so I can only use it to exchange for something valuable!"

"What? You want to change? Given how perverted you fortune tellers are, do you expect me to also wear some undergarments?"

Medici curled his lips into his usual sarcastic smile.

"Ha, deal!"

"No need for underwear, since I have no interest in women's clothing!"

Klein immediately agreed to the deal, and then, without indulging the Red Angels who had been talking nonsense, he immediately expressed his dissatisfaction with his own complaints.

"Bullshit!"

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Early the next morning.

"It's like a dream..."

Klein Moretti woke up groggily in the guest room. He pushed aside the luxurious velvet comforter and instinctively wanted to go to the kitchen to prepare a clean and hygienic nutritious breakfast for the little brat.

No, this is Ron's mansion, why would he cook for his guests?

After a long pause, Klein finally came to his senses and realized that things were not the same as before.

"Sigh... It's painful to think about. The captain, Leonard, and the Night Watch team members have all been promoted and received raises, while I, the biggest contributor, am stuck struggling to survive in Backlund."

"Since the poet personally killed Inszangwell, his status within the church should rise accordingly. He might even have to be called Deacon Leonard now."

His scattered thoughts suddenly returned, and the former night watchman stretched, letting the morning sunlight shine on him.

Just like the clear sky after a storm, the gloom that had been hanging over him had been completely dispelled, and the threat from Ambassador Intis had temporarily come to an end.

"Beckron is dead"

After silently reciting the divination seven times, Klein tossed the half-penny coin into the air again and began to divine.

A profile picture facing upwards indicates affirmation!

Beckeron is dead!?

Mr. "Clown" instantly opened his dazed eyes, his eyeballs almost popping out.

Klein remembered that he and Ron had talked until very late last night, and given Ron's lazy nature, it was impossible for him to complete Mr. Fool's task in the middle of a stormy night.

Before the great detective could begin to deduce further possibilities, he suddenly caught sight of the flamboyant and artistic gold relief on the guest room wall and fell silent once again.

That kid's got so much money, he could just hire a powerful extraordinary person to solve his errands and hide his identity all the while.

It's outrageous! Does having money mean you can do whatever you want?!

"My debts have piled up again. No, I need to work hard to pay them off. I can't possibly be a slave to some kid, can I?"

"And even at the salary of an extraordinary employee, I wouldn't be able to pay off all my debts even if I worked as a servant my whole life!"

A level 0 sealed artifact, used to eliminate Hurricane Vice Admiral and now to resolve Ambassador Intis's case.

These various "debts" were like giant mountains, making it hard for the great detective to breathe, and these didn't even include the favor the little brat had done in agreeing to help.

Actually, Hurricane General should have paid Mr. "The Hanged Man," but I took his Russell's diary, so what can I do?

"Klein, what are you muttering about? You borrowed money from loan sharks and need to pay off your gambling debts?"

Just then, a childish voice startled Klein. He turned around and saw the little kid, who looked much the same as last night, pushing up his monocle behind him.

His words and actions exuded the air of a "slave owner".

"It's nothing, I was just wondering how to repay you, after all, you helped me solve such a big problem."

Klein felt a little guilty and gave a vague reply.

"Then come and be my servant, I'm really short-staffed!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and looked at this rather "conscientious" guy with great interest.

Just as I thought in Tingen, human relationships are priceless, especially for certain morally upright individuals.

"Well, I think I can pay off my debt in another way. Perhaps I can introduce you to a few suitable extraordinary individuals."

For example, Marich, the guy who plays cards with the zombies in the Braveheart Bar. According to Kaspersky, he seems to have superhuman strength, is impervious to bullets, and is a great worker.

Looking at Medici, who was busy outside the manor early in the morning, Klein thought of the rather high-class Extraordinary at the Brave Ones Bar.

However, the great detective still had a conscience and did not immediately betray this guy he didn't know.

"Klein, sometimes I wish you wouldn't try to see things from other people's perspectives!"

"What?"

Mr. "The Clown" was somewhat surprised and didn't understand Ron's meaning for a moment.

"What I mean is, since you're so poor you can't even afford to eat, don't even think about the power of the wealthy!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and began to belittle him in a tone familiar to Klein.

Upon hearing this, the former night watchman's expression suddenly became somewhat complicated, as if the little brat had regained his former innocence.

It's finally to my liking!

Last night, Ron, who had been chatting with him and treating him "gently," turned out to be a fake!

(End of this chapter)