Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 253 Tarot Meeting: The King of Debt (3.4K)

"Miss Justice, you're so kind-hearted!"

Seeing justice spontaneously uphold the gathering, "The Fool" Klein was moved to tears.

Look, this is the benchmark member of his Tarot Club!

"Okay, thank you for reminding me."

"Everyone, I need the true roots of the Mist Treant, at least 60ml of the corresponding sap, as well as the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring and all the spinal fluid of the Evil-Striped Black Panther."

"Can any of you provide information, or do you have any relevant leads?"

"What do you want me to exchange for?"

"It's better to have a secondary account, otherwise it would definitely be discovered that I, Mr. 'Fool,' am acquiring these low-level things."

No sooner had Klein finished speaking than the previously silent Little Sun spoke up:

"I know where the Mist Treants are. I can help you get the materials, but you'll have to wait until I complete my promotion and join the corresponding patrol team."

He has been working hard on the main materials for "Prayer of Light" recently, and there is still a large shortage. The same is true for the psychiatrist potion recipe that Miss "Justice" needed last time.

"I'm still at Sequence Nine, and the rate at which I gain merit is too slow. So, I just need to either advance to the next level or acquire a magical item that can boost my strength."

Little Sun was planning his next move. Even though he lived in Silver City, which was not connected to the outside world, he still understood the principle of "sharpening the axe before chopping wood".

"As expected of Silver City, teeming with monsters, having an alt account is truly wonderful."

"What do you need in exchange?"

Upon hearing the news that the main material for "Magician" was available so quickly, "World" perked up and immediately asked a question in return.

"A weapon that suits me, one that can enhance my combat abilities!"

Without hesitation, "Sun" spoke up, stating what was most needed at this stage.

Upon hearing this request, Klein immediately thought of the "0" level sealed artifact in his possession, and suddenly felt that this item seemed quite suitable for Silver City's situation.

"Isn't this just a nuclear bomb? You can drop it anywhere and purify a vast area of ​​darkness and impurity. But it doesn't belong to me now, and its value isn't equal to mine."

After much thought, he realized that he didn't actually have any useful magical items at the moment, which made Mr. Fool feel his own poverty.

"Okay, I'll keep an eye out for you."

Klein manipulated the "world" and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Mr. World's requirements, apart from the sap of the Mist Treant, are all Sequence 7 main materials, which are worth approximately 500-700 pounds."

Just then, "Justice" Audrey glanced at the sun and offered a reminder.

She was afraid that the innocent and naive "Sunshine" would be fooled by the seemingly gloomy and cunning "World" with inexpensive items.

"Yes, the recipe for a Sequence 7 potion costs around 800 pounds."

The "Hanged Man" also added a line, delivering another chilling blow to Mr. Fool's alternate account.

Seeing this, Ron immediately grinned and almost let out a snicker.

"Hey, hey, hey, are you guys serious? Is this really how you see me, even without the 'Fool' image?"

Meanwhile, Klein, the "Fool" sitting at the very head of the bronze table, felt a slight twitch in his eyelids. He was suddenly exhausted, not expecting that even the understanding "audience" would cause him so much trouble.

What? Are you really going to rebel?!

"I see."

Sun nodded slightly, then whispered:

"Thanks."

"Hey, you're making it sound like I'm really going to lie to you."

Seeing how well-behaved Little Sun was, "Fool" Klein thought to himself, feeling both pleased that many members hadn't recognized "Little Trumpet" and disappointed that they hadn't.

Under his control, "The World" maintained its gloomy style and ultimately said nothing, only looking at "Justice" and "The Hanged Man," waiting for their answer.

"Justice," Audrey pondered for a few seconds before saying:

"I need the potion recipe for 'The Psychiatrist' and the corresponding extraordinary materials. You can gather information first, and I'll trade with you once I have the materials you need. Um... if you're willing to pay in gold pounds, I can buy it anytime!"

"Sigh~ Because of the Aurora Society's assassination attempt on Becker, all of Mr. A's gatherings have been canceled recently. It seems he's a member of the Aurora Society. Having money but nowhere to spend it, keeping it is of no use."

Audrey Hall puffed out her cheeks slightly, thinking to herself with considerable distress.

"I need the Sailor's Path Sequence 6, 'Wind-Clad' potion recipe. It's more expensive than all your materials combined. You can think of an extra reward in advance."

"I'll keep an eye out for your materials, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to find them!"

"Sigh~ I have to go out and make money again. Those pirates I secretly captured were practically penniless; some didn't even have a penny in their pockets."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," paused for a moment, then spoke his needs.

But before he could finish speaking, Alger the Hanged Man heard Fate chuckle beside him and say:

"Heh, I don't have the recipe for 'Wind Favorite,' but I do have one of its extraordinary properties. It comes from that 'Zilingus.' Do you want it?"

"However, I sincerely suggest that you obtain the recipe, turn the properties into a potion, and then consume it again."

"From Zilingus!?"

Alger Wilson was stunned. He hadn't expected his "good brother" to help him even after his death, and he couldn't help but shed tears of "gratitude".

"Alright, Mr. Fate, what do you need in exchange?"

He asked somewhat nervously, "To be honest, even the Hanged Man, who has seen all the storms of life, doesn't know what he could offer in exchange for this."

"The materials for Sequence Six, 4000 pounds, a very reasonable price."

The blond boy adjusted his monocle and offered some favors to the guy who had just supported him. Although he was rich, he still had to support the poor "Rose School" behind him.

Tronsworth's resources were stretched thin to support a massive war.

Therefore, Ron was always quite obsessed with money.

"Okay, I'll raise the funds as soon as possible!"

"I will remember you, Zilingus. Once I obtain your traits, I will seize your fleet and claim your legacy."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," was somewhat excited. He hadn't expected his needs to be met so easily, which made him look at Ron more and more pleasing to the eye. He experienced the reliability and reassurance of having someone behind him.

"Four thousand pounds!!! Did that money just fall from the sky?!"

"The Fool" Klein was somewhat numb. He used all his strength to utilize "The Joker's" extraordinary abilities to suppress the complex expression on his face.

Although he knew Ron was rich, he didn't expect him to make money so easily.

With a sigh, "The Fool" suddenly remembered that he was still heavily in debt and didn't know how to repay it. While he was feeling worried, he calmed his mind and, after seeing that Mr. "The Hanged Man" had made a deal, immediately began to manipulate the dummy "world".

"Everyone, I have another request!"

"World" paused, first giving the little brat a gloomy look, then said somewhat embarrassedly:

"I need a set of children's clothes, something for a child who is about eight or nine years old, around 1.4 meters tall. I'm currently unable to go to the store due to some commitments."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" looking at him suspiciously, as if they were about to call the police at the slightest provocation.

"Ahem, don't misunderstand, I have something important to discuss, and Mr. Fool can be my witness!"

Klein was somewhat helpless, after all, this kind of thing sounded very strange. Who would buy such a thing at a mysterious and extraordinary gathering?

However, he didn't explain in much detail, only vouching for it with the reputation of "the Fool".

As for whether Ron would recognize him when he asked to buy clothes, Klein didn't really care. Anyway, the little brat knew that he was a follower of "The Fool," so it was perfectly reasonable for him to come to this gathering.

Moreover, this can also be misleading, allowing one to appear as a follower of the "Fool," which is much better than being discovered to be the "Fool."

"Behind every mask is another mask."

"Fool," Klein muttered smugly to himself.

"No problem, I can help you!"

Upon hearing this request, Ron suddenly realized why this poor wretch hadn't come to see him all morning.

"Turns out she was too embarrassed to go out because she had no clothes to wear, so she could only hide under the covers, crying and looking so pitiful."

The blond boy's lips curled up slightly, eager to have Klein come to him so he could take advantage of his height and bully him mercilessly.

"Ha, at least you have some conscience!"

The dummy "World" suddenly gritted its teeth, trying to hide its reaction, but before it could even process what was happening, it heard a childish voice that left it stunned.

"10 pounds!"

Ron said this, raising his little golden head with an arrogant expression, as if he didn't recognize who "the world" was at all.

"Alright, I'll give it to you after the party. Mr. Fool told me that we can make a deal by offering sacrifices to Him!"

"You little brat, you just wait!!!"

The dummy "World" replied somberly, causing the "Fool," who sat at the head of the bronze table, to feel a pang of heartache and let out a silent roar.

The gathering lasted less than ten minutes before Mr. Fool announced the end of the tarot session. Seeing that Ron still hadn't bowed, he waved his hand impatiently, "kicking" him out of the gray mist once again.

Looking at the empty palace again, Klein didn't linger. He used his spirituality to simulate the feeling of falling and returned to the real world.

As soon as he returned, the "Fool," who was less than 1.5 meters tall, picked up a chair, went to the coat rack, and used the height of the chair to take out his wallet from his coat.

Consider it paying off a debt early.

Little Klein, his chubby little face puffed out in anger, counted out the ten-pound note with a heart full of anguish.

He then began to disregard the depletion of his spiritual energy, summoning and responding to himself, and successfully moved ten pounds of cash onto the gray fog.

"Dear Mr. Fool."

A few minutes later, he suddenly saw Ron's crimson star continuously contracting and expanding, and the sound of prayer emanating from within.

Without hesitation, Klein immediately spread his spirituality and used a gifting ritual to give the other party ten pounds in cash. Then, through a connection and a sacrificial ritual, he received a set of children's clothing.

Mr. Fool reached out his hands, picked up the clothes and examined them closely, but suddenly fell silent.

There were three pieces of clothing offered as sacrifice.

One was an elaborate and exquisite pink dress, another was white leggings, and the last was a pair of small black shoes with gold trim.

"You bastard, ten pounds!!!"

Above the silent, gray fog, came the angry roar of Mr. Fool.

(End of this chapter)