Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 305 You treat me with sincerity, I will treat you with sincerity in return (3.5K)

"This is it; it comes from a chance encounter that brought me back from the dead."

Holding the metal cigarette box in his hand, Ron pushed it open and glanced inside. He immediately sensed a hidden connection and a strange aura of death.

"Resurrected from the dead?"

"That's right. This was given to a poor man by a member of the Spirit Cult before he died. However, when I obtained it, I made a point of visiting the grave of that member of the Spirit Cult and found signs of loose soil. The old man who was buried there had long since disappeared. This white feather with oil stains is the only clue left behind."

Klein provided valuable information in a lengthy speech, while subtly hinting at resurrection.

Because both Mr. Azik and he possess this special ability. As for Ron, according to Klein's speculation, he most likely faked his death to escape the Night Watchers' sight.

"The Corpse Collector pathway, Sequence Four: The Undead, involves dying and forgetting everything every sixty years to begin a new life."

"The second Sequence of the Diviner Path, 'Miracleist,' grants four lives that can be resurrected."

Ron glanced at the pauper with his golden eyes, noticing his constantly shifting pupils, and added:

"And you, tsk tsk tsk."

"What...what happened to me?"

Klein Moretti suddenly tensed up, his heart pounding, afraid that this little brat would guess his deepest secret.

"Your resurrection must have been granted by Mr. 'The Fool,' right?"

Ron grinned mischievously and patted the detective, who appeared outwardly normal but was actually "heart-pounding."

You guessed right. The resurrection was brought about by the gray fog; in a sense, it really was Mr. Fool's doing. Sigh, I wonder if he'd beat me to death if he found out I'm the Fool. After all, this little brat seems to have high expectations of the Fool.

The cult leader trembled at the thought and made a silent vow that he must not be exposed.

Even if you're beaten to death or have your fingers broken, you can't admit it!

"Indeed, praise to Mr. Fool!"

He glanced around, then came to Ron's ear, his toes gripping the floor, and whispered a guilty compliment to himself.

Klein had originally intended to be more formal, making some impressive gestures to demonstrate his future prospects, but he sadly discovered that Mr. Fool was penniless and had none of these.

That's what it means to be approachable.

"So Ron, what price are you planning to offer? Based on what you just said, this could very well involve a demigod!"

Klein muttered to himself, adjusted his refined gold-rimmed glasses, his Adam's apple bobbing as he asked, barely able to contain himself.

Having a wealthy friend is always something to be longed for.

The blond boy didn't answer his question. Instead, he got up and picked up the money he had just thrown on the ground. He was relaxed and seemed to be radiating golden light.

One stack, two stacks, three stacks.

The gold pounds were piled up in front of Klein like blank sheets of paper, and the smell of ink from the banknotes quickly attracted the poor man's full attention.

There were 30 stacks of cash on the table!

The only downside is that all of these banknotes are 1 pound denomination.

However, £3000 is still a huge sum of money!

At that moment, Klein suddenly didn't want to work hard anymore, and felt that being Ron's slave wasn't so bad.

Even if I get bullied and humiliated every day, it's all worth it to have to serve this little brat!

"You're absolutely right, this bronze whistle and feather are indeed valuable. They're quite dangerous to others, but they're still somewhat helpful to me!"

The blond boy stroked his chin, appearing thoughtful.

These two things reminded him of Death, of his own source essence, and of the day he had originally gone to settle scores with that little she-wolf.

However, for some reason, the goddess of the night suddenly became his powerful ally.

The fingers weren't even finished being broken, and unfortunately, He escaped unscathed. We'll find the Source after stabilizing the current situation. This bronze whistle should be related to the abstract authority that Death regained after death; we can use it to threaten Him then, and the little she-wolf won't lie.

Having made up his mind, the blond boy gave Klein a rather strange look and chuckled inwardly.

Amanises probably never imagined that his "fellow countrymen" would stab him in the back like this.

As Russell famously said, "If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet!"

"Um, Ron, can this money be used to pay off my debts?"

Mr. Magician's throat bobbed, his eyes filled with longing, but he still hadn't forgotten the favor he owed the blond boy.

Of course, this refers to the debt owed by "Klein Moretti," not Mr. "Fool."

"I can return that level 0 sealed item to you tomorrow. Consider this money as rental fees."

Klein said somewhat guiltily.

Apart from the archbishop of the church, no one else has ever seen a level 0 sealed artifact, let alone known about it.

It is so precious and rare that the £3000 rental fee seems utterly worthless.

While "Divine Favor" may not be of much use in the outside world, only providing some hidden bonuses, it is an indispensable choice for both home and travel above the Gray Fog.

The Fool, who dwells high above the gray fog, can use the fog's special properties to make use of this sealed object. It is very useful for responding to prayers, interfering with divination, or creating talismans for the solar realm.

Of course, he couldn't utilize much power, because the seal on the outer shell of the sealed object was far too strong, and he dared not allow that terrifying level 0 sealed object to completely break free of its seal.

In that case, he would most likely turn into a charred corpse again, and breaking the seal would mean that "divine grace" could only be placed on the gray fog and could not be taken back to the real world.

If it weren't for the fact that making the Sun Talisman requires gold, I would have made a whole bunch of them already.

With a wry smile, the great detective looked earnestly at the young boy, awaiting his answer.

"Klein, I'm so glad you remember these!"

Ron Sothos felt relieved upon hearing these sincere words, experiencing a touch of warmth in this cold world.

"You should learn from this!"

He kicked Medici, who was up to no good, in a fit of pique. Although Medici's embezzlement of funds and his confession to him seemed provocative, the other man's "traitorous" attitude still made Ron very unhappy.

"That's compensation for emotional distress, and besides, you can't treat me like a maid doing odd jobs for a few days a week and calculate my salary accordingly!"

The red angel cried out that he was wronged, and that serving such a scoundrel made him feel that he hadn't been paid enough for tens of thousands of pounds.

"Klein, our relationship is unnecessary."

"No, Ron, I am truly grateful for your help. I cannot simply accept your generosity!"

Before the boy could finish his sincere words, the great detective sternly refused, indicating that he also had dignity and was not a gigolo.

Ron paused for a moment, then recalled the scenes of living with this poor man in Tingen every day, and finally felt completely relaxed.

"Okay, you said it yourself, just don't regret it!"

The boy laughed, like a blooming sunflower.

He was pleased with Klein's sincerity; if the world were full of people like him, the world would be completely at peace.

"Keep 'God's Grace' with you. It's of no use to me. Let's assume it costs £10 a week to rent, and £3000 is 300 weeks, which is about 6 years. You can return it to me then."

In a flash, Ron's delicate face brushed against Klein's cheek, a common cheek-kissing gesture among the Rune nobles.

This kind of etiquette is common among family members, partners, or very close friends.

If both parties are strangers, it would be offensive and impolite, causing the nobles to lower their overall opinion of you.

Feeling the incredibly soft and warm flesh, and the long, fragrant golden hair that teased him, Klein was flattered and felt immensely gratified.

He tilted his head and responded with a little force to the blond boy's unusual intimacy.

Suddenly, a "slap" sounded, and the detective felt a numbness spreading across his cheek.

"Tch, you scoundrel!"

"I knew you had some kind of weird fetish, Klein, you're truly despicable!"

"..."

Seeing the blond boy's arrogant demeanor, Klein remained silent, finally finding it agreeable.

The obedient, sensible, and affectionate Ron I knew before was definitely a fake!

"Ron, what's this?"

A silence fell over the living room, as if Ron's actions had stunned everyone in the villa.

Seeing this, Klein helplessly took off the pendant that Stiano had just hung on his chest and asked the angel for advice.

"The holy emblem of the god of steam and machinery—you can consider it an honor for outstanding believers, but it has no practical use..."

After a brief explanation, the blond boy didn't pause and then changed the subject:

"Klein, I need your help to find someone for me. Her name is Bernadette Gustave, and she's Roselle's eldest daughter!"

"I need to speak with her about something. I think your physique is definitely suited for finding things. Look how long it's been, and you've already found important clues related to the Spirit Cult!"

Hearing such praise, Klein was speechless again, wondering if he really had the legendary troublesome constitution.

In fact, this should be attributed to the gray fog...

"No problem, but I need to know what this lady looks like, her physical characteristics, and her clothing style."

Klein silently grumbled to himself, but immediately agreed to Ron's request.

This time, he didn't ask about the commission fee either, because he trusted Ron wouldn't treat him unfairly.

Klein was also familiar with Bernadette, and he wholeheartedly supported finding her.

Because of this, he might be able to learn more about his "time traveler" predecessor, and learn about his past and some of his hidden and unknown deeds.

Whether we can find it or not is not important; let's get the mission done first.

"No problem, please wait a moment while I go get the documents!"

The boy ran off with his short legs, and soon returned from his bedroom on the third floor with a stack of "freshly baked" documents.

This information came from Stiano, combined with his own observations, and included clues about Bernadette Gustav's appearance, clothing habits, and physical characteristics.

"Klein, while gathering clues, I also found a page from Roselle's diary. You could ask her for advice; it might help you in your search!"

Ron whispered something in Klein's ear, acting furtively.

This diary was the one he forged, and the blond boy took this opportunity to hand it over to Mr. "Fool".

Russell's Diary? You've come to the right place...

Upon hearing about this unexpected bonus, Mr. Magician couldn't help but smile.

He took the documents, pretended to read two pages, and then casually flipped to the location of Emperor Roselle's diary.

However, just as Klein looked closely, his thoughts exploded instantly, his face lost all expression, and only two words echoed wildly in his mind.

Yuanbao!

That mysterious gray mist space, that is likely the culprit that caused my transmigration, is called Source Castle.

According to Russell's diary, it is very likely related to Zarathustra!

No… perhaps it’s related to the high-sequence diviner… Zarathustra clearly only knows some information; to reach the Source Castle, he’ll have to go through a very dangerous search…

After several minutes, Klein finally calmed down and began to analyze the situation in his mind as usual.

(End of this chapter)