Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 261 Klein, are you going to make money or not? (3K)

Wednesday.

morning.

After a busy hour, the great detective finally finished preparing his breakfast.

To celebrate the £700 he earned selling recipes at the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering last night, and the powerful and extraordinary weapon he bought for his son, he specially cooked himself two soft-boiled eggs to go with the Fennebot noodles, which he made into "Old Beijing" fried sauce noodles.

"If I were to open a restaurant, I could say this is authentic 'Old Backlund' ramen, but I'd also have to be wary of whether the Emperor has actually made authentic 'Old Trier' ramen."

Klein pulled out a chair at the dining table, thinking to himself in a rather pleasant mood.

Ah, the long-lost peace.

Just then, as Klein was taking a few bites of breakfast, his doorbell suddenly rang, making a clear "ding-dong" sound.

"Another client? Don't they eat breakfast?"

The great detective muttered something to himself, then honestly got up, walked to the door, and the image of the person who was coming appeared in his mind.

Standing outside was a man dressed as a servant, the very man who had commissioned him to investigate 67 Williams Street.

Just like last time, he still held his head high, his face displaying the arrogant demeanor of someone who looked down on ordinary people.

"Sir, I completed your request last week!"

Klein opened the door and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His words were extremely professional, on the one hand demonstrating his seriousness and enthusiasm for his work, and on the other hand implying his intention to get information out of people.

"Heh, very good. Did you notice anything unusual during the mission? As a private investigator, you must encounter cases that are beyond the comprehension of 'ordinary people,' right?"

The meticulously dressed servant ignored the great detective's politeness and instead made no attempt to probe Klein.

"The only anomalies are two mere demigods, one who got Sequence 5 right, and Mr. 'The Fool' also involved, managing to snag a group photo."

"Mr. Uh, I don't know what you're talking about, but I broke into that villa and found nothing wrong."

Klein muttered a curse to himself, then earnestly reported the investigation results according to the prepared script.

However, as he was speaking, he suddenly felt a gaze sweeping over him. He was extremely familiar with this feeling of being scrutinized; it was the spiritual vision of an extraordinary being.

"Ha, you're really reckless, watching everything. I hope one day you see an evil god or its offspring or something."

Klein inwardly scoffed, but outwardly remained completely calm as he recounted the fabricated events.

"Very good, sounds like there are no problems. Give me your investigation data, and here's the remaining 5 pounds!"

The gentleman dressed as a servant was extremely pleased. He smiled and nodded, then pulled out five one-pound notes from his pocket and tossed them onto the coffee table in the living room.

He and his family were extremely cautious about the secrets of the Pound family, preventing leaks while also guarding against deadly dangers.

The reason he came so late to get the results was that he was using this detective, who had only recently arrived in Backlund, as a guinea pig. If this ordinary person didn't encounter anything after the investigation, it would mean that the current owner of the mansion didn't pose any threat.

"Our family's influence in the military is waning, and recently, we inexplicably lost a demigod. The royal family's explanation was a classified mission—they can't disclose anything. Are they planning to target us?"

"The Tretor family, after all, is a noble clan that has been passed down for nearly a thousand years and has made countless contributions to Augustus. However, in recent years, the kingdom has repeatedly favored the new party and has become increasingly harsh on the old nobles. In particular, some council seats have even been given to those money-grubbing idiots."

Composing himself, the man who appeared to be a servant didn't linger and immediately got up and left the "Minsk Detective Agency".

"The blue brain, representing calm and rational thought, hopes you won't have any bad thoughts; what lies ahead is a bottomless abyss!"

Klein glanced at the person who commissioned the mission with his spiritual vision, and silently wished them well in his heart.

After the servant left, he pocketed the 5-pound note, then went to his breakfast, which had grown a little cold, and slurped up the noodles.

"Bang!"

But just as he took a bite, the door to the rented room was suddenly pushed open with a loud bang.

The loud slamming of the door carried a hint of disdain, a touch of indifference, a few grumbles, and a complete lack of manners.

Without needing to look towards the door or rely on the "Joker's" intuition, Klein instantly knew who it was.

Besides that little brat, who else would be so rude as to push open the door?

"Ron, I don't think I told you my address, and don't you know how to use a doorbell?"

Looking at the blond boy standing at the door, Klein felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy, wondering what kind of trouble Ron was up to this time.

"Ah, actually I'm here to see Sherlock Moriarty. I have a lucrative commission, but it seems he's not here?"

Ron pushed up his monocle, looked around with an arrogant expression, and gave a look of disdain.

"Tch, Klein, is this your residence?"

"Let me guess, you don't even have a servant, and you're still a bachelor, do you?"

"Ha, what a pathetic little fish~"

"What the hell?! With your performance, if you were in a comic book, you'd be the loser a million times over!"

Seeing the boy's arrogant expression and his extremely contemptuous provocation, the great detective unconsciously developed a frown.

He mentally grumbled as he ate heartily, pretending he hadn't seen anything. Arguing with this brat would only make him angry.

However, Klein's actions were of no use whatsoever.

Ron walked around halfway around the room as if he were surveying the place, and finally came up to him as the great detective finished his last bite of breakfast, propping up his chubby little face and looking straight at him.

Seeing that rare beauty and feeling the burning gaze of the handsome young man, Klein felt rather uncomfortable. He tugged at the corner of his mouth, remembering what Ron had just said.

"Ron, what's this about the lucrative commission you mentioned earlier?"

He emphasized the generous compensation.

"Hmph, you small fry, listen up! I need you to help me find traces of the Cult of Souls, or any people, events, or items related to 'Death'!"

"If you can find it, then I..."

As he spoke, the blond boy paused, then stood on tiptoe and brought his face close to Klein's.

The boy's breath, carrying the unique aroma of desserts, brushed against his face, and his smooth, lustrous blond hair teased Klein's nose with the boy's small movements.

"I will give you what you desire most!"

After saying that, Ron's golden eyes flickered, as if he wanted to see Klein make a fool of himself.

However, the great detective seemed to be sexually impotent and did not react at all, which made Ron purse his lips in disappointment.

The beautiful face that was so close suddenly moved away, and its owner threw a wad of ten-pound notes from his pocket and slammed them heavily on the table.

Klein's gaze effortlessly shifted from the boy's face, instantly estimating the exact value of the stack of banknotes.

"It looks like it's worth at least a thousand pounds..."

This is more than all his assets combined!

"Is this mission dangerous?"

Knowing the dangers of society, Klein did not accept the task immediately, but instead inquired about the specific requirements of the mission.

"It's not dangerous, it's just that it's very important to me!"

Endless Wisdom shook its little golden head, causing its golden hair, which reached past its ears, to move in a wave-like motion.

"Ron, there's something I don't understand. I'm just an ordinary detective, why did you contact me?"

"It can't be that I'm a time traveler, so everyone comes looking for me..."

After pondering for a few seconds, Klein Moretti muttered something to himself, then asked curiously.

"Ha, do you have some kind of misunderstanding about what 'ordinary' means?!"

"Of course, if you don't encounter the Antigonus Family Notes, don't provoke the offspring of the true creator, and maintain a safe distance from Ambassador Intis, then you are indeed just an ordinary private detective. You're very lucky; you always seem to run into some strange things. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Besides, I'm not just looking for you; I've sent out all my servants to search!"

"You little punk, don't flatter yourself!"

"You're practically calling me a pain in the neck..."

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, muttering to himself as he clenched his teeth amidst the constant groans of "small fry, small fry."

This little brat could easily make a living off his looks, but he always manages to use his sharp tongue to ruin everything. It's infuriating!

Looking at that arrogant face so close to his, Klein suddenly reached out and pinched the chubby little face hard.

He kept kneading it vigorously, as if he were kneading a lump of soft clay, or as if he were kneading the black cat at the neighbor's Jürgen lawyer's house, venting his anger on this soft flesh.

"Alright, Ron, I accept this request!"

After giving him a couple of hard rubs, Klein got up before Ron could react, or rather, before he could attack him, and used the "Joker's" agility to quickly retreat several meters away.

He didn't mention payment. Although the little brat was lazy, naughty, and had a terrible tongue, he was really rich and incredibly generous.

This might be one of the few advantages the other party has!

"Ha, you little punk, all you dare to do is pinch my cheeks? If you can help me find enough valuable clues, you can pinch whatever you want!"

Ron stared at Klein with disdain for a while, and finally added this condition that he thought was of great value.

Don't ask, the answer is that I'm fucking adorable.

(End of this chapter)