Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 252 The Hanged Man: World, you must apologize to Mr. Fool! (4K)

The addition of new members sparked a "brainstorming" session among everyone in the Tarot Club, but there are always exceptions, such as the dim-witted Little Sun.

He was merely observing the new member's every move with apparent cunning and without any attempt at concealment, completely unaware that his actions were being watched by members such as "The Hanged Man," "Justice," "The Fool," and "Fate."

Where there are many people, there is a social dynamic, and the Tarot Club has grown significantly since its inception, so it's perfectly normal for members to speculate about each other!

As he watched his organization grow stronger, and his gaze swept over each member, Klein felt a sense of satisfaction, but also a touch of melancholy.

If he were truly a great being, everything would be fine, but unfortunately he's just a big liar right now, and every step he takes feels like walking on thin ice, with no way to reach the other side.

"Sigh, there's nothing we can do about it."

"The Fool" Klein sighed inwardly, suddenly remembering the member that Miss "Justice" had recommended last time. He pondered for a few seconds and looked at that very wealthy Tarot Club member.

"The three candidates you proposed are still under consideration."

"I'm giving you a simple task. Delegate it to them in your own name; it's part of the evaluation!"

Hmm. Miss Justice's friends should have a lot of connections in Backlund; they should be able to find that guy, Lanluus.

After Ambassador Intis's problem was resolved, Mr. "The Joker" was no longer passively subjected to external dangers and could finally free up his hands to do some things he wanted to do.

For example, becoming stronger to find the way home, or revenge.

Klein had no intention of sparing the life of the guy who had caused his death once. He had done a divination when he had just crawled out of the grave, and that the despicable guy was now in Backlund!

As for Inszangwell, he had nothing to say, since the other party had become a "promotion hero" for his fellow poet classmates.

Klein had also done a divination on this matter, and even vaguely predicted that Leonard's weekly wage was now over £15, which made him depressed for quite some time.

"Okay, please assign the task."

That's how strict it should be. However, Hazel should be handed over to Mr. Ron, since her intelligence is really not suitable for investigative tasks.

"Justice" Audrey nodded, acknowledging Mr. Fool's test. She agreed to answer, while muttering to herself with a sense of helplessness.

"Find out information about the person in the painting; he's in Backlund!"

"The Fool" Klein stretched out his right hand and flashed the materialized image of Lanluus before Miss Justice's eyes.

"I'll entrust it to them!"

The wealthy noblewoman responded, while carefully examining the portrait before her, attempting to use her extraordinary abilities to "read" out more information.

Very professional! I hope it goes well so I can focus on finding my way home.

Having confirmed his revenge, Klein fell into a long silence. He began to control the "All-Black Eye," having his alternate account deliberately put on a show.

"The World" looked around and asked in a hoarse voice:

"I heard from Mr. Fool that you can assign tasks and trade materials here?"

"Hmph, ╯^╰, this is the time for the great 'Fool' to read, who do you think you are, newcomer?!"

Just as "World" finished speaking in a hoarse voice, a childish yet unruly voice suddenly resounded throughout the gray fog, silencing the members of the Tarot Club and causing Mr. "Fool" to suffer a sudden stroke.

"What's it to you?! Why don't you ever show your loyalty usually?!"

Klein's lips twitched slightly as he mentally complained, recalling the terrifying times when he was dominated by a little brat.

"Yes, you must wait. The time now belongs to Mr. Fool!"

Alger, the "Hanged Man," also spoke up, trying to use Mr. Fool's status as a follower to put down the new member and show his "unwavering loyalty."

To be honest, this cautious guy initially didn't want to meddle, but upon seeing the new member's "gloomy" and "shrewd" demeanor, and hearing "Fate's" disdainful words, he began to have his own little schemes.

If you want to make a living, you need power.

His experience in the "Storm Church" explains everything; no matter how hard he tried, he was destined to never become a core member of the church because he had no power or influence.

And now, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Based on his previous speculation, the relationship between "Fate" and "Fool" is not simple. The former may even be the latter's offspring, or at the very least, a follower. Therefore, in this case, it is a sure-fire way to make a good relationship with "Fate".

"Heh, no matter what, I've upheld Mr. Fool's image and stood in the right position. Besides, I was just offering a reminder; at most, they'll think I'm very devout in my faith in Mr. Fool, and they won't hold it against me too much."

Alger Wilson stared intently at the "new member" opposite him, seemingly waiting for him to bow his head.

This feeling of having someone behind him gave this "navigator" a sense of liberation and exhilaration, a feeling of no longer feeling suppressed.

"You're really brave! I have high hopes for you."

Hearing that someone actually supported him, the blond boy turned to look at the "Hanged Man" beside him in disbelief, never expecting that this rugged-skinned guy would have such excellent taste.

He smiled and nodded, expressing his optimism about this Tarot Club member who seemed to still retain some intelligence.

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"Mr. Hanged Man, I understand what you mean, but unfortunately, your flattery has only hit the mark on the horse's leg."

Klein fell silent for a moment, inwardly cursing that he really didn't know what to say. His reckless manipulation of "the world" was all to highlight his persona as someone attending a party for the first time.

But to his utter surprise, the little brat actually dragged out a veteran member of the Tarot Club to cause trouble for Mr. Fool.

What are they trying to do?! Are they planning a rebellion?!

The "World's" gaze swept over the "Hanged Man," who, led by Ron, was about to rebel. After a long pause, he finally abandoned his plan to "show his cards" and then chuckled hoarsely:

"I'm sorry, I don't have any ill will towards Mr. Fool, and I offer my sincerest apologies!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his gaze turned to Mr. Fool, as if he wanted to gain the forgiveness of this great being.

"This is nothing serious."

Mr. Fool, of course, didn't care at all. He casually brushed it off, completely unconcerned, and steadily showed off his wit.

As soon as Klein finished speaking, he immediately began frantically manipulating the All-Black Eye and the dummy "World".

"Thank you for your kindness!"

The hoarse voice rang out again, successfully highlighting the greatness and mercy of the deity.

This scene not only filled the members of the Tarot Club with pride, but also broadened Ron's horizons, leaving him completely stunned.

This works?!

The great, boundless wisdom, though somewhat brain-damaged, was utterly impressed by Mr. Fool's methods of defusing the awkward situation.

What is professionalism? This is professionalism!

Just as the blond boy remained silent, "The Fool" looked at the somewhat satisfied "Hanged Man" and indicated that he could submit this week's diary.

"Mr. Fool, it's still six pages this time. The remaining page will be given to you at the next gathering."

Alger immediately spoke respectfully, completely losing the imposing manner he had displayed towards "the world" just moments before.

"Can."

"Ha, Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' I really want you to know the truth now, but unfortunately, if 'the world' is exposed, my image as 'The Fool' will be almost completely ruined."

Klein gave a simple reply, inwardly grumbling as he made the materialized diary appear in his hand as if traversing the spirit world, and carefully examined it.

Ron's golden head drooped, and seeing that "Good Brother's" diary had reappeared, he secretly followed Mr. Fool and began to read it.

"It's all useless stuff, there's no new knowledge at all. But Roselle, why don't you write down the locations of those cards you made? And the 'Twilight Hermits' actually has a second blasphemous tablet! That old Hermes didn't even tell me, and he doesn't know which part of the original it is. Maybe we can steal it and study it carefully. It would be even better if we could use it to activate the Chaos Sea. Also, Roselle, you're really ignorant. Is Sequence Zero something to be so amazed about?"

After reading the diary, the blond boy curled his lip, inwardly expressing his contempt and disdain for the "incomplete diary writer."

At first, Ron read Russell's diary for fun, but it wasn't until the last Tarot meeting and this one that he discovered that this lewd and talented guy actually recorded some important things.

Take Mr. Men, for example, and also the information about this second blasphemous stone tablet.

"Sigh~ That gathering will start again in a few days. I guess I'll just have to make the bearded man suffer a bit more and get him to hand over his father's belongings."

Inhuman thoughts flashed through his mind, and the blond boy leaned back in the high-backed chair with a leisurely air, almost arrogantly crossing his legs.

"Your Majesty, please tell me the name of that organization! If I could just take a peek at the second blasphemous tablet, I could exchange it for a potion recipe."

After reading through just six pages of Emperor Roselle's diary, Klein felt a pang of envy, his thoughts revealing a complete lack of ambition.

Having regained his composure, he suppressed his speculations about the higher-level knowledge, slightly raised his head, glanced at the members of the Tarot Club, and said calmly:

"You may begin."

"I really wonder what Rosell the Great wrote in his diary. I'd love to see it!"

"Justice" Audrey thought with a touch of envy as she watched the Tarot Club leader put down his diary.

She pursed her lips, turned her gaze to the "lazy" blond boy, and shared her experiences of the past week in a melodious voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, yesterday the newspapers in Backlund carried this news: Intis's ambassador to the Kingdom of Rune, Beckran Jean Madan, was assassinated, and the terrorist organization Aurora Society claimed responsibility!"

"Mr. Hanged Man certainly didn't know Mr. Ron's strength, and he certainly couldn't have imagined that Mr. Fool's mission would be completed so quickly."

The wealthy noblewoman smiled elegantly and, as expected, "read" the somewhat surprised expression on Mr. Hanged Man's face.

"Beckron is dead!? So fast!? Is this Mr. Fool's influence in the real world? But why the Aurora Society?"

These prominent figures are as insignificant as grains of sand before the gods; a mere command can send them to their silent demise, some not even surviving a week.

At this moment, Alger, who had only just learned of this information, suddenly felt a tremor run through his body. This kind of gathering, which promoted changes in the world situation in front of God, always gave him the illusion that he was a "big shot".

He couldn't help but look at "Fate" beside him, and his resolve to build a good relationship with the other party was strengthened once again.

"It's just a small matter. In fact, I passed it on to someone else, and that guy probably passed it on to yet another person?"

Enjoying the noble lady's adoring gaze, the blond boy arrogantly raised his head, mimicking Klein's pretentious manner, and nonchalantly revealed that such a trivial matter was not worth his time.

"As expected, Mr. Fool has his own power base in the real world. And the Aurora Society is likely a smokescreen deliberately thrown out by Mr. Fool's men. After all, no one cares about the explanations of a bunch of lunatics."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," had a flurry of thoughts, quickly piecing together the entire sequence of events in his mind.

As for Little Sun, who has been offline for a long time, he couldn't understand what the other members were talking about.

"They seem to be saying how amazing Mr. Fate is, but what's an 'ambassador'? And what's the Aurora Conference? I feel like I'm from a different world..."

"The Sun" Derrick was completely bewildered, but after thinking for a while, the shy guy decided to calm down and observe more carefully.

"Yes...very efficient...your Mr. Fool has gone into a huge debt because of it..."

Seeing the expressions on the faces of the Tarot Club members, Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself.

If you want to shine in public, you have to suffer in private. Now, Mr. "The Clown" has a new understanding of this proverb.

Seeing that Miss "Justice" had already started the conversation at the gathering, Klein quickly activated his alternate account, "The World," and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Can I speak now?"

"Uh, of course, sir, it's your prerogative!"

"Justice," Audrey responded with a gentle smile, successfully stopping the blond boy from continuing his disruptive activities.

As a "spectator," she could easily notice Ron's unusual behavior.

"As a representative of justice in the Tarot Society, it is my responsibility to ensure the smooth running of this gathering!"

"Justice," Audrey puffed out her cheeks and muttered to herself, displaying a strong sense of ownership.

(End of this chapter)