Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 310 Leodorus! (4K)

"No, Mr. Fate, I just feel that these things shouldn't be things our sequence should know."

At this moment, "Justice" Audrey composed herself and explained her thoughts in a slightly heavy voice.

She had thought that, given Mr. Ron's personality, he might reveal some secret knowledge that ordinary people didn't know, but she never expected that he would reveal everything about the Seven Gods.

this.

In fact, it's not that I can't accept these things. Besides, I'm just an ordinary noblewoman, so it's normal for me to be afraid of these things.

Suddenly, Audrey Hall wished she had Susie's catchphrase so she could escape everything and find excuses for her inelegant behavior.

"No, these are just pieces of knowledge. Even if ordinary people know them, as long as they don't write them down or read them aloud, there's no problem at all. As for things that people at your level shouldn't know, I didn't say anything about them."

"If anyone is worried about potential problems, I can have you selectively forget some of the less important parts!"

Seeing this, Ron thoughtfully offered after-sales service, without making things difficult for the Tarot Club members who were listening to his explanations.

"However, I still sincerely suggest that you remember the tyrant's real name. It will be very useful. Imagine if you were in danger and the enemy was about to kill you, and you shouted out this name."

"That'll save us? The Storm Lord will... uh, the Lord of Storms will kill that villain?"

At this moment, Fors, the "magician," interjected curiously.

"No, that way you'll be struck by lightning and reduced to charred remains along with your enemy. That way, you can die with dignity, taking your foe with you!"

Ron spread his hands and explained to the Tarot Club members the correct usage of the true names of deities.

"Uh, this is a really good idea."

Fors Wall chuckled awkwardly and silently shrank back into his seat.

Oh God, I'm afraid I won't live to see the next full moon rambling... This is completely different from Mr. A's gathering... They're actually discussing the true names of the Seven Gods and their past...

This is way too advanced for someone as inexperienced as me to even begin to participate in!

"The Magician" shouted silently in his mind, and then saw the lady to his right raise her hand.

"Mr. Fate, may I ask you to help me forget some things?"

The blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman asked earnestly, and Audrey felt that for her own safety, she should be more cautious.

As an extraordinary being in the realm of the audience, she pays particular attention to this aspect because "mind readers" know that the secrets in people's hearts can be easily seen through and known.

What we think in our hearts could be known by a single glance from a high-ranking powerful being, let alone a god...

A reason to comfort herself flashed through her mind, and Audrey slightly raised her head, her jewel-like green eyes looking at the very cute blond boy.

In a daze, she suddenly heard a crisp snap of fingers, and the part of her memory containing the true name of the deity was quickly forgotten, no matter how hard she tried to recall it.

"Actually, you can also seek protection from Mr. Fool."

But whether it works or not, I don't know...

The boy muttered to himself, then glanced at the crowd.

Besides "The Sun" and "The World," the remaining two members of the Tarot Club also chose to forget some of their memories, which they will only recall when they are strong enough or when they reach the top of the gray fog.

As for why only these two remain, it's because the former is in the land of the forsaken gods, where such information from the outside world is very valuable. Therefore, "Sun" Derrick has no intention of forgetting it. To escape the darkness, this risk is necessary.

The latter, naturally, was afraid of being exposed, worried that Ron would discover that his "world" was a fake. And under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mr. Fool could not switch places with the fake, so he had no choice but to fend for himself.

After the tarot gathering ended, I returned to the real world and immediately prayed. Finally, I went to "Source Castle" and used the paper dolls to manipulate the gray fog with the power of 0-21 to interfere with the divination... That should solve the problem... I also need to get a set for Little Sun; that kid is too straightforward.

Hopefully, Mr. Fool's dark history of impersonating a deity will not be exposed.

Klein Moretti, seated at the head of the bronze table, suddenly felt a little guilty, and began to understand why the Church of the Seven Gods intentionally altered mythology and covered up history.

The party continued as usual, and "The Sun" made deals with everyone, but Ron seemed rather uninterested in them.

Finally, after "Magician" Fors purchased "Pharmacist's" potion recipe and commissioned the search for "Master of Tricks'" potion recipe, the group exchanged ideas for a while, mainly discussing some common monsters and the application of some ancient Hermes language.

Of course, most of the time Ron did the talking, and everyone in the Tarot Club listened like babies drinking milk.

Time passed gradually, and finally

That's all for today's gathering!

Mr. Fool announced the usual closing remarks, and as is customary, kicked the brat who hadn't bowed out of the Source Castle.

Silver City, in a dimly lit and cramped room.

Derrick Berg, who had just returned to the real world, opened his eyes and suddenly saw a figure burning with golden light, spreading out six pairs of fiery wings that enveloped him layer by layer.

He paused for a moment, then realized that this was the protection offered by Mr. Fool.

After thanking the Lord of the Gray Mist in prayer for a while, Derrick sat silently on the edge of the bed, reflecting on the tarot gathering he had just experienced.

Those hidden histories that even Silver City didn't know, and those seemingly familiar names, cast a shadow over his heart.

"Is it because they betrayed God that God died, causing this land to fall into darkness?" Derrick sat motionless in the darkness, his mind a jumble of thoughts.

"The authority of those gods is more or less related to the ancient gods—no, they themselves are related to the ancient gods!"

Suddenly, he frowned, as if he had remembered something.

I seem to vaguely recognize the names Amanisis Helabogen; I think I've seen them in a general education textbook. I didn't pay attention in class about mythology and legends, so I missed a lot of details.

Derrick, who was only interested in combat survival lessons, thought for a long time before finally giving up on this presumptuous attempt.

He extinguished the candle with his finger, glanced at the daytime lightning outside, and then, without further hesitation, picked up the Hurricane Axe, pushed open the door, and went out.

Following the clean, simple, but ancient and mottled stone path, Derrick soon arrived at the Twin Towers in the north of the city.

One of the twin towers has a spire that serves as Silver City's library, merit exchange point, and distribution center for daily necessities; the other has a dome that belongs to the "Six-Person Council," a legendary artifact that has sustained Silver City for over two thousand years, and is also a warehouse for recipes and materials.

Upon entering the spire, Derrick went straight to the third floor and, based on his memory, found the bookshelves displaying mythological materials and corresponding ancient books.

He had just seen a book about ancient gods and creation myths and was about to take it out when he noticed a hand with long, slender fingers, fair skin, and a beautiful shape snatch the book away first.

"Did you come for tutoring because you failed your mythology class?"

The sudden sound made the honest Derrick freeze, as if someone had touched a sore spot, and his face immediately turned red.

"Hello, Elder Lovia."

The one who took the book was the elder of the Silver City Council of Six, "The Shepherd" Lovia.

Lovia wore a black robe embroidered with many mysterious purple patterns, and a radiant crystal ball hung on her body. Her thick, slightly curly silver-gray hair was draped over her shoulders.

Her face was smooth and fair, with striking and beautiful features. She looked to be in her early thirties, and her pale gray eyes seemed to pierce through one's soul.

"Alright, go get some other tutoring. Even if you beg me, I won't give this book back to you!"

When Derrick greeted her, Lovia raised her head slightly, snorted, and acted as if she was using her status to bully ordinary residents of Silver City.

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Derrick was speechless for a moment, feeling as if he had seen this attitude somewhere before.

Has Elder Lovia been in this state for too long? Unlike before, when she would switch between different states irregularly, sometimes crying, sometimes sneering, sometimes snorting angrily, sometimes indifferent. This time, could it be arrogance?

Derrick Berg silently speculated in his heart, watching the figure humming as it walked further and further away.

Backlund.

Rose Street, Harvest Church.

"Remember, my name is Emlyn White!"

Remember what you did? You didn't offer a reward.

Having obtained the source of the universal key, the great detective walked out of the Harvest Church, ruthlessly closing the door and ignoring the unfortunate vampire's cries.

After the tarot gathering ended, Klein first gave the little sun a "Blessing of the Angels," and then gave himself a "Blessing of the Angels," a new function he, Mr. Fool, had developed above the gray fog.

This isn't bragging, since they really did use a level 0 sealed item.

The detective was quite excited at the thought that he still had six years to use this sealed artifact.

This means that the chances of the "Fool" being exposed are greatly reduced, and his dark history will not be leaked like that of the Seven Gods.

The crimson moonlight spilled across both ends of the street. Klein looked up and saw the small church that had left a deep impression on him, brightly lit as if fuel were free.

"I still have thirty pounds there. The bishop there said he would reserve it for me. The clergy shouldn't be lying, right?"

Actually, he hesitated a bit when he tried to obtain the pharmacist's recipe last time, but he didn't go because he needed to recover after a battle.

After much hesitation, the great detective gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, finally deciding to go and see if he could recover the twenty pounds of "donation money".

For him now, this is equivalent to a huge sum of money!

Following the elegantly lit streetlights, Klein Moretti arrived at the entrance of the Radiant Church in just a few minutes.

But just as he pushed open the church door, he saw Bishop Hilde standing at the door and said something that made his vision go black.

"Mr. Sherlock, you actually came! The prophecy was right after all. You will open the church doors precisely at 9:08:23 PM. Praise be to the God of Time!"

Damn it! Can't you be more serious about anything? What are you doing staring at me all day?

The bishop's words sent a chill down Klein's spine. He immediately turned around, took a step back, and walked away.

Thirty pounds? I don't want it!

"Mr. Sherlock, God also said that if you turn around and leave, He will break your legs so you can never ride a unicycle again!"

Hilde uttered some incredibly inappropriate words with an innocent look on her face, causing Klein to pause in his tracks and retreat back into the church.

"Did He really say that?"

"No, I made this up. I didn't expect you to actually believe it. God just said that you are definitely dishonest and will try to run away."

Hilde chuckled twice, winked playfully, and pulled the bewildered detective into the church.

"Here, this is the thirty pounds you left behind last time."

After receiving the outstanding debt from last time, Klein glanced at the magnificent church and his thoughts drifted as he suddenly realized a problem.

"Bishop Hilde, is this church very popular?"

He asked curiously.

"Uh, you might be the first one?"

The bishop scratched her head awkwardly, unsure how to respond.

Although she had tried her best, due to the discrimination of the people of the Northern Continent against the people of the Southern Continent, many people would directly refuse her as soon as they heard that this was a local sect of the Southern Continent, so her missionary work was not smooth.

No, strictly speaking, I am not. Putting money in the offering box is not the standard for a believer. I never thought there would be someone even worse off than Mr. Fool.

"Then why are you so, uh, so rich?"

Klein glanced pitifully at the bishop, who had accomplished nothing after months of missionary work, but still couldn't suppress his doubts.

"Actually, God forces me to spend money on church maintenance every week, and tells me I must spend it all, but it's several thousand pounds, and I can't possibly spend it all in a week."

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Hilde's mutterings plunged Klein into a long silence, and he soon lost all sympathy for the bishop whose missionary work was going poorly.

"Bishop Hilde, is there anything else? If not, I'll take my leave now, or I'll miss my carriage home."

With a deep sigh, the great detective asked calmly, without any joy or sorrow.

"Yes! God sent me to deliver a message to you!"

Seeing that the great detective was about to leave, and that she had not yet completed the task given by God, Hilde immediately became anxious.

"Well, God told me to tell you."

She first cleared her throat, then spoke in a strange tone:

"The taste of a witch is really good!"

puff! ! !

Upon hearing this Chinese phrase, Klein's eyes widened instantly, his blood pressure surged, and he stared intently at the bishop who belonged to the God of Time and Space.

At that moment, he was completely bewildered!

"God also told me to tell you that this was recorded in Emperor Roselle's diary!"

Seeing the great detective unsteady on his feet, Hilde immediately added a sentence in Rune, giving Klein another guess besides Roselle.

At this point, the ruler of the void is very likely the third "time traveler," and he's even from the same hometown!

"grass!!!"

(End of this chapter)