Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 304 Klein: I Believe in the God of Steam and Machinery (3.2K)

Mr. Fool never misses an opportunity to get a photo taken with someone, and he was quite surprised when Ron sensed that he had come to his house.

In other words, he only wanted to meet this poor guy alone and then give him a good beating, but he was a little embarrassed to do it in front of outsiders.

"Ladies, do you have any further questions?"

Ron raised his little head, the meaning in his words couldn't be clearer.

Everything that needed to be discussed has been discussed, and everything that needed to be communicated has been communicated. Now all that's left is to get our hands on the wishing lamp.

Ron hadn't seen that poor wretch for quite some time and was starting to miss him.

"It seems we have guests. Your Highness Ron, I shall take my leave now."

Miss Wolf was highly intelligent and understood the meaning behind Ron's words in an instant, while also sensing the presence of the person outside the door.

He stood up and, instead of leaving in any other way, walked step by step to the porch, where he met the great detective who had handed his coat to Medici.

Ms. Xiu Mei smiled and nodded, and Klein nodded in return, as a polite greeting.

At this moment, the blond boy's mouth twisted into a smirk, and he shouted loudly:

"Sherlock, what did you say your faith was again?!"

"Uh... Black... the god of steam and machinery?"

Klein Moretti was taken aback. He was about to blurt out "Goddess of the Night" but suddenly changed his mind.

However, due to the short time and his sudden guilty conscience, his words did not seem very sincere.

The puppet, who was smiling as it walked down the steps, missed a step, stumbled, and eventually regained its balance.

Miss Wolf glared at the great detective and the grinning blond boy, then silently made a mental note of the matter.

You cheated me out of £6,000 in compensation, and this is how you treat your boss?!

This is probably the most simple and unpretentious thought of the Goddess of the Night.

Why are you glaring at me... Does this lady harbor deep hatred for the god of steam and machinery?

Klein was a little confused. He pretended to tap his chest three times, forming the symbol of steam and machinery, silently protesting something.

"..."

The goddess of night remained silent for a moment, then chuckled softly and asked:

"...Sir, your faith is quite devout. How about trying to worship the goddess of night?"

Where did you see my "devout faith"...? If you could see it, why ask such a question...? And if I were to return to the Church of the Night, I'd probably be locked up in the Charis Gate overnight...

The "magician" inwardly scoffed, but then, adhering to the established persona of Sherlock, he feigned seriousness and offered the following warning:

"Madam, choosing a faith is a very serious matter. We cannot change our faith because of certain events or words."

"This is not how a devout believer should behave!"

Yes...that's right...this is called echoing the beginning and the end. Since you say I'm devout, then I'll show you my devotion...

Klein silently added to himself.

You? Devout? Just a month ago you were asking me for ritual magic, and you were still drawing my ten pounds a week!

Stunned by the shameless "time traveler's" remarks, Amanisis rolled her eyes in annoyance and had no choice but to leave Ron's manor dejectedly, her departing figure exuding a sense of defeat.

"Mr. Ron, I'll be leaving now..."

Compared to the goddess of the night, Stiano was clearly in a much better mood and quite satisfied with the "devoutness" of his followers.

Despite the temptations of other deities, he managed to hold firm to his principles.

Although the detective did not know that it was a god, this did not prevent the God of Steam and Machines from having high hopes for Klein.

Good, a promising talent, capable of providing excellent anchors.

The android stood up and looked at the strange-looking detective with its brass-colored eyes.

He took a step, making a tinkling sound, and then came to the great detective. He stretched out his right hand, took off a small ornament hanging on his body, and hung it on Klein's chest.

It was a three-dimensional mechanical holy emblem, within which the aura of a god was hidden!

"You are very devout; for God's sake, this is for you!"

Steiano didn't reveal her identity, but simply smiled and nodded slightly, while Klein also nodded politely, watching the second strangest woman leave Ron's manor.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, trash, slaves of the three star families!"

Just then, the boy's strange, mocking laughter rang out, making the great detective's vision go black. He felt an urge to rush over and spank the little brat.

"He's a lackey of Sanxin... No, I'm just pretending, okay!?"

He rushed over to the cute blond kid, stretched out his wicked hands, and began to roughly rub Ron's face, which was softer than a cat's.

After being promoted to "Magician", he became much bolder than before. Although he knew that this little brat was an angel, a true mythical creature, it did not stop Klein from engaging in reckless behavior.

Anyway, it was already kneaded when it was in the low-sequence stage, now it's in the mid-sequence stage, what's there to be afraid of!?

As Klein expected, after he had been pinching for almost five seconds, he suddenly saw Ron reach out his little hand and grab his arm.

The blond boy reached out with one hand, but instead of feeling the texture of fabric, he found a roughly cut white paper figure in his palm.

This is a paper doll, an extraordinary ability belonging to the "magician".

Magicians don't perform unprepared acts!

The great detective, who had already planned to come and tease Ron, was certainly not unprepared.

"Magicians" need an audience. I wonder if the potion can be digested quickly under the gaze of angels.

As Klein's thoughts raced, he actually felt the potion in his body begin to digest, and in considerable quantities, seemingly being fed back to the other spectators in the villa.

He looked up and saw Medici leaning against the door frame watching the show, a few servants wearing monocles in the corner of the second floor, and a "complex" gaze coming from a guest room.

"Ron, is that all you've got? No way, no way?"

Sensing these gazes, Klein curled the corners of his mouth and, mimicking the blond boy's usual tone, revealed a mocking smile.

This is a perfect opportunity to digest the magic potion; even if I get a beating afterward, it's worth it!

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

The blond boy's eyes widened, clearly provoked. He scoffed dismissively and flicked the paper figure in his hand, as if imbuing it with some special quality.

Suddenly, Ron flicked his middle finger hard at the paper figure's crotch. In an instant, the sky darkened, the sun and moon disappeared, and Mr. Fool slowly fell to the ground with his legs turned inward, successfully digesting a dose of the "Clown" potion.

Of course, if he has one.

"Come here, drag him away, and apply some mercurochrome!"

Ron waved to a few monocle-wearing spectators watching the commotion from the corner and casually gave an order.

When the true god came before, all of Amun hid, and only now do they dare to peek out.

"No, that's not necessary."

After a while, feeling his pants being pulled down, Klein let out a miserable howl, stopping the monocle-wearing man's unreasonable behavior of pulling down his pants.

"Wow, that's really impressive. To be honest, I rarely admire anyone, but you're one of them!"

Shi Tianshi adjusted his monocle, genuinely admiring the bravery of the person before him. To provoke that terrifying fellow to this extent was enough to demonstrate that this detective possessed a special talent in some aspect.

"And you seem to be special."

With a meaningful remark, several Amons lifted Klein up and left, as if to take him to an empty room for a thorough examination.

Suddenly, Shi Tian felt a chill run down his spine as he sensed a dangerous gaze.

He gave a soft chuckle, pushed up his monocle again, and put it down as Klein began to unzip his pants in public.

"No, I can handle it myself!"

After all that commotion, Klein's pain subsided considerably. He struggled to his feet and used the "Magician's" damage transfer ability to move a red mark to his calf.

"Amazing, amazing, you're really amazing!" Amon exclaimed.

"No, actually you guys are pretty amazing too, managing to get noticed by Ron and become his servants. Keep up the good work, that guy's got a lot of money!"

Feeling the pain fading away, and glancing at the different-looking gentlemen and ladies dressed as servants, all wearing monocles, Klein sighed sincerely.

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What does it mean to be "spotted"?

The Amons were speechless for a moment, feeling offended. They exchanged glances and then returned to the corner to secretly spy on this strange fellow.

"If the original body were here, it would surely be able to see even more!" Suddenly, one of the Amons exclaimed.

"Tch~ Even if the real body came, it would only be to get a job cleaning windows!" another Amon mocked the others.

"Klein, you've got some nerve, trying to play tricks on me!"

The blond boy jogged up to the great detective and pulled him up from the floor.

"Ron, this is called magic. I just wanted to perform it, you know?"

"As a magician, I can conjure anything!"

Feeling the effects of nearly a quarter of the potion being digested, Klein was excited but still unwilling to give up and wanted to continue his performance.

"Oh, really?"

The disdainful voice reached his ears, and just as Mr. "Magician" was about to say something in his defense, the blond boy pulled out several thick stacks of cash from thin air and slammed them to the ground with a "bang".

"Can you conjure this up?"

The newly crowned "magician" fell completely silent at the boy's nonchalant words.

He really can't conjure that up.

The reason is the lack of magic props.

This is truly a sad story.

Klein muttered to himself as he was led to a seat on the sofa by the blond boy, and as usual, a glass of Olmir red wine was served.

"In fact, this expensive wine tastes exactly the same as the few bottles of red wine I have at home. I really don't know how it can be so expensive!"

Savoring the flavor in small sips, Klein sighed, which made Ron feel a pang of sadness.

This poor guy finally got to use some high-end stuff, but he ended up with counterfeit goods.

He raised his head and glared fiercely at the guilty-looking Red Angel, then asked in a slightly childish voice:

"Klein, what's wrong?"

"Look at what you're saying, is visiting friends even considered a big deal?"

The great detective first exchanged pleasantries, then said seriously:

"Your request has yielded results. I've obtained a bronze whistle related to the Spirit Cult. According to reliable sources, it seems to be connected to the Spirit Cult's artificial Grim Reaper!"

(End of this chapter)