Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 285 Medici: Boil, I repent! (3K)

"You are free to communicate now."

Klein carefully examined the information-rich page of the diary, then looked up and said calmly.

"Sigh... thankfully no one can decipher the Emperor's diary, otherwise..."

He remained in the same position, silently cursing to himself.

Because Ron's previous transformation had attracted a lot of attention, the members of the Tarot Club had a lot of topics to discuss about her. But with Mr. Fool presiding, the "transaction" session of the gathering officially began.

At this moment, "Sun" Derrick, imitating "Justice," raised his hand:

"Mr. World, the extraordinary weapon you gave me is quite useful. It unleashes lightning almost every two swings, which greatly enhances my strength. I will soon be able to obtain the true roots and sap of the Mist Treant."

Derrick said very seriously that after the mutual help they had just experienced, he didn't want to lose credibility at this gathering.

"Okay, it seems it won't keep me waiting too long."

The gloomy "world" spoke in a hoarse voice, making it impossible to discern his specific emotions.

"Everyone, I also need the marrow crystals from the Fairy Spring, and all the spinal fluid of the striped black panther. Does anyone have any leads, and what kind of reward do you require?"

With the principle of pressing forward in one go, Klein was in a good mood and began to seek out other main materials for "The Magician". However, although he asked everyone, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Ron.

If we're talking about who's most likely to have these two materials at a tarot reading session, then only a kid who's in the "high sequence" and has plenty of money is likely to have them.

Being half-god and half-human means that the other party's circle is much more advanced.

However, Klein did not intend to owe Ron a favor this time, because he planned to use gold pounds to buy it, and he was willing to accept even a slight premium.

"The 'fool' is the 'fool's' debt, and my debt is my debt. We need to be clear about this, lest we slip up in our words or actions and Ron notice something amiss, which would be difficult to explain later."

Silently reminding himself of this, the aspiring "magician" began to look forward to it.

"I have a thousand pounds!"

Seeing that this penniless fellow had actually come to his door so willingly to ask him to take his money, Ron didn't stand on ceremony and rounded it up to the nearest whole number.

The main material for Sequence 7 costs between £500 and £700 according to market prices, while the medullary crystals from the Fairy Spring cost around £300.

Ron Sothos has always been honest and fair in her business dealings, treating everyone fairly, young and old.

As for where these materials came from, we have to thank the "Mother Tree of Desire" for their generous sponsorship, as well as the "Rose School" for its secretive background.

Even though it is poor compared to other secret organizations, it is not like it cannot produce materials for the middle sequence.

"Okay! I'll transfer the money to you through Mr. 'Fool' after the party!"

"Is that alright, Mr. Fool?"

The dummy "World" nodded solemnly, then pretended to ask "The Fool's" opinion.

"It's just a small matter."

After somewhat flusteredly controlling the dummy "World," Klein casually waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned about this low-level transaction.

"Mr. Destiny, I've also raised the money for the 'Wind-Favored' extraordinary trait, a total of 4000 pounds. I can give it to you after the gathering!"

Seeing that the gloomy and shrewd "world" had reached a deal, Alger, the "Hanged Man," couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and immediately followed up with the deal he had made at the last gathering regarding the extraordinary "Wind-Cherish" characteristics of Zilingus.

To get this money, he sold almost all of his possessions, even using the money he had earned from "Miss Justice" in the previous times, leaving him with practically nothing but his underwear.

Even so, he was still very excited.

"These are ingredients for Sequence Six potions; even money can't guarantee you'll get them at the Gathering of Extraordinary Ones!"

"Even if I acquire it but don't have the recipe yet, I can still use it as half a magical item, so it's not a bad deal. In fact, it can significantly boost my combat power, allowing me to secretly eliminate pirates more quickly and fill the financial gap."

The Hanged Man, always adept at seizing such a golden opportunity, never misses it.

"no problem!"

The silver-haired lady nodded in satisfaction, having once again easily obtained 4000 pounds, much to the envy of "Fool" Klein, who was practically drooling.

"Sigh, I'm so envious. I haven't found the potion recipe for Sequence 7 of the 'Sun' pathway yet, otherwise I might have been able to make such a deal."

"However, I remember Hugh and Fors saying that Mr. A's gatherings included a follower of the 'Eternal Sun,' skilled in exorcism and purification. But because Mr. A assassinated the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, there has been no news of his gatherings since."

The wealthy young woman puffed out her cheeks and gave her shopping experience a bad review.

Having money but nowhere to spend it is a common problem for the wealthy.

"Hmm, Lady Fate, do you have the Solar Path Sequence Seven, or the Psychiatrist's potion recipe?"

Upon seeing two members of the Tarot Club successfully complete deals with Ron, Audrey Hall immediately raised her hand and asked with anticipation.

Her emerald green eyes shone slightly, making it hard to refuse.

"I'm sorry, Miss Justice, I don't know about these two formulas."

However, Ron was no ordinary person; her outspoken nature remained unchanged, always bringing discouragement and disappointment.

"I see."

Upon seeing Audrey's eyes dim instantly, the silver-haired woman chuckled softly, then added:

"However, I know where to get it, and I should be able to get it next week or the week after."

Ron was referring to the "Twilight Hermits," a high-end gathering where one could easily obtain these low-level items. Using other people's resources to cultivate members of the "Tarot Club" always gave her a feeling of getting a bargain.

After all, she, "Fate," was somewhat the second-in-command of the Tarot Club, and even the top leader was completely manipulated by her.

Rounding down, she, the "Time and Space Dominator," can be considered the behind-the-scenes boss of the Tarot Club.

"Really? That's wonderful, Mr. Destiny!"

Upon hearing this reply, Audrey Hall perked up once again, a genuine smile immediately spreading across her face as she expressed her delight in a lighthearted voice.

Seeing the noble lady she greatly admired display such an attitude, the silver-haired woman's mood unconsciously rose slightly.

After the deal was struck, the Tarot Club moved into a free discussion session. Mr. "The Hanged Man" was in particularly good spirits and began to talk about the situation at sea, as well as the four pirate kings and seven pirate generals.

Ten minutes later, Mr. Fool announced the end of the tarot gathering.

The crimson light rose and then vanished. Seeing that all the members of the Tarot Club had left, Klein immediately slumped into the bronze high-backed chair as if all his strength had been drained.

And the "world" at the very bottom of the bronze table also stood up as Mr. Fool moved, coming over to serve the mysterious ruler above the gray mist.

Of course, being a dummy, he was merely there to give Mr. Fool a shoulder massage, so that he could relax a bit when thinking about certain things.

"No, I have to go check it out!"

"That brat is really too much trouble. He's not careful or cautious at all. How could he just blurt out something like that?"

"Yes, and there's also the person who commissioned me to investigate Ron's mansion. That guy is definitely an extraordinary being. He seems to be harboring some bad intentions. I need to warn Ron."

After a while, Klein rubbed his head. He couldn't help but worry about the little kid being alone outside.

"Ugh, really."

With a resigned sigh, "The Fool" Klein waited a while longer before completing the sacrificial and bestowal ritual.

After exchanging money and materials, he immediately enveloped himself with spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling, and left the majestic palace that resembled the dwelling of giants.

Upon returning to his rented room, the detective first took care of personal matters in the bathroom, then changed into his coat, locked the door, and took a horse-drawn carriage to 67 Williams Street.

"Bang bang bang!"

Inside the kitchen of 67 Williams Street, a series of loud clanging sounds of metal clashing against wood emanated from the room. The sounds were rapid and loud, each strike carrying an extremely sharp killing intent, as if someone was venting their pent-up anger.

Medici was dressed in men's home clothes with a white apron over them. His long red hair was tied up high, and his handsome face showed no trace of a smile.

"Bang bang bang!"

Another sound rang out as the Red Angel, wielding a cleaver, shredded the filling in front of him into pieces with even greater force, as if the meat before him were his enemy.

With a loud "bang," the entire cutting board, unable to withstand the pressure from the King of Angels, was instantly cleaved into countless pieces.

"Damn it, I swear I don't want to find out who did this!!!"

Suddenly, the red angel gritted his teeth and roared. This roar from the King of Angels, mixed with intense anger, instantly caused the exquisite porcelain in the kitchen to crack.

"Lord, I repent to you that I failed to protect you, and that your coming ceremony was interrupted as a result."

"Alright, Medic, stop howling. The true creator can't hear you. Who are you trying to fool?"

"That's right, Sauron is right, and it's a good thing that the evil god can't descend!"

At this moment, on that beautiful, heroic face, the delicate, creamy skin was torn into two huge gashes, and from within came a gloating voice.

"Shut up, Sauron, Einhorn, you two faithless bastards!"

Hearing this provocation, Red Angel swung the cleaver again, instantly splitting the entire gas stove in two.

"Medici, your incompetence and rage won't help. This is the first time I've seen someone let their guard down because they were cooking in the middle of the night, allowing someone else to steal their thunder."

"Hahaha, Medici, this is hilarious! This is the defensive layout of the God of War? Their stronghold was wiped out in the time it takes to eat a meal?"

(End of this chapter)