Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 254 Crossdressing is either zero times or countless times.

"Like this. Like this, and then like this again."

Holding the elaborate and exquisite pink dress, little Klein studied it for a long time before finally figuring out the correct way to wear it.

Above the gray fog, after receiving the garment, Klein conjured a dummy "world" and made him assume a praying posture, then told Ron to change into men's clothing on the grounds that it did not meet the requirements.

Then he got the fair price of "50 pounds".

Upon seeing the exorbitant price, little Klein suddenly realized that the dress was actually quite nice.

At least it's not too expensive.

Actually, he had considered finding a reason to make a deal with other members of the Tarot Club, but after thinking about it for a long time, he gave up on the idea.

Little Sun is in the Land of Forsaken Gods, and based on the environment there, there probably isn't much clothing that fits the style of the Kingdom of Rune.

The "Hanged Man" was still at sea and couldn't offer any help.

As for Miss "Justice"

It's highly likely that the clothes she casually sent her servants to buy cost one or two hundred pounds. Given the wealth of the Loen nobles and her extravagance at the Tarot Club, this kind of thing is very probable.

so.

So, after a fierce internal struggle, Klein Moretti, who is less than 1.5 meters tall, finally succumbed to reality.

With effort, she zipped up the dress, which fell straight down to her knees. The exquisite design and intricate patterns on it accentuated the wearer's gentle and graceful temperament.

"Well, the original owner was quite pretty when she was young, so if she went out on the street and wore a hat to cover it up, there wouldn't be any problem."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Klein shook his head full of black hair, rubbed his chubby little face, and suddenly showed a disgusted expression.

According to his opinion, he actually looked pretty cute in the mirror!

As everyone knows, there are only two kinds of women's clothing: zero times and countless times. After putting on this outfit, Klein actually felt like he had seen through everything.

"Tsk... What does Little Klein cross-dressing have to do with me, Sherlock Moriarty...?"

Thinking to himself, Klein suddenly had the illusion of choosing a female character in a game.

Anyway, he's not really himself now, so it can be considered a pseudonym, so whether he cross-dresses or not doesn't really matter.

Having figured this out, the former night watchman felt much more relaxed. He got dressed, grabbed his keys and wallet, and went out.

Now, it's time to set off and settle the score with that brat!

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Hillston District.

Inside a detached rental house.

[Dear Mr. Ron, there's new information regarding the investigation. The client, through the bar's intermediary, has arranged to meet me today. Please come as soon as possible.]

[Your drinking buddy—Hugh Deercha.]

Smoothing her frizzy golden hair, the bounty hunter, who hadn't gone out early to work today, put down her fountain pen and glanced at the letter she had written with satisfaction.

Although the letter was brief, it contained extremely important information.

Mr. Ron was even more generous than the man in the gold mask that day, and he didn't hesitate to offer £300 as a reward for such a small matter!

That would cover the cost of the sheriff's extraordinary materials...

The man in the golden mask still hasn't given me a signal, and I don't know how long it will take to make money from him...

"Hehe, Mr. Ron is such a nice guy!"

As she thought about it, a silly smile appeared on Hugh's face. She unconsciously muttered a compliment to the wealthy blond boy.

"Hugh, what were you saying? You've been in contact with Mr. Ron in private?"

But just then, when Hugh Deercha was completely off guard, her friend Fors's surprised voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Fors, when did you show up?!"

The bounty hunter was startled. She jumped up from her chair, instinctively hiding the letter behind her back, and let out a gasp.

"I was too lazy to go through the main entrance when I went out to buy breakfast, so I just walked through the wall to come in. As soon as I came in, I saw someone grinning like an idiot, saying things like Mr. Ron is such a nice person."

"Hugh, you seem really excited lately, and you've become quite wealthy. I'm starting to suspect you're being kept by some nobleman or rich man."

Fors, carrying a greasy pie and fried chicken, looked at her friend who wasn't working with a suspicious expression.

As she spoke, her expression suddenly changed, as if she had realized something, and she said:

"Hugh, tell me honestly, you're not being kept by Mr. Ron, are you!?"

"No wonder you came back so late that day. You even said you were going drinking with Mr. Ron. Did you two... um?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Hugh, you're all about the same height, I didn't expect you to like men like this..."

Seeing her friend's flushed face, the writer immediately put on a teasing expression and began to flirt with the bounty hunter.

"Fors, is there nothing else in your head besides that filthy stuff?!"

Seeing his friend acting so irresponsibly, Hugh Dill first rolled his eyes at her, then said seriously:

"Fors, Mr. Ron is a demigod, and I'm poor, not as pretty as Miss Audrey, and not very tall either. How could I possibly be noticed!"

"Besides, do you think a demigod would have a brain full of filth like yours?"

"I was merely following a task assigned by Mr. Ron, and I wrote to him today to relay some news!"

As the bounty hunter spoke, he held up the letter in his hand and waved it back and forth, as if trying to prove his innocence.

They won't be like me, with their heads full of dirty thoughts... tsk, that's not necessarily true...

Seeing her friend's argumentative attitude, Fors curled her lip and thought of the extremely handsome young man who had criticized her for writing erotic novels when she was "crazy".

Recalling the detailed analysis and all sorts of knowledge, her face flushed red. She looked at her friend again and said with unwavering conviction:

"Okay, Hugh, you don't need to explain anymore. I believe what you say!"

"I really have nothing to do with Mr. Ron... Huh? Fors, you believe me!?"

Hugh Deercha stared wide-eyed, asking incredulously.

She thought she knew her friend quite well, but she never expected that her few words would convince the other person!

"Ha, of course you'll be happy. After all, you're poor, short, and not good-looking at all. I'm sure Mr. Ron would never take a liking to you!"

Seeing this, Fors revealed a sly smile and, as usual, struck at the bounty hunter once again.

"Fors, I think you need a good beating!"

Without a word, the down-on-her-luck noblewoman restrained the man who had mocked her and threw him onto the bed in the bedroom.

She now needs to properly prepare a meal for him!

(End of this chapter)