Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 332 Amon: I will protect the Fool's smile (3.4K)

"If Backlund weren't so dangerous, harboring many high-sequence individuals, I wouldn't be performing magic tricks for a little kid..."

The great detective still remembered the day he was chased by the demonic hound. Just as he shouted for help, the giant demonic hound exploded instantly, spilling red and white blood all over the ground, and blood almost splattered on him.

The scene was so stimulating that it made him feel nauseous and he didn't sleep well all night.

If the high-ranking expert who was hiding in the shadows had been just a fraction off, then it would have been Mr. "The Fool" who was blown up.

After this ordeal, Klein has completely backed down this week and spent a few peaceful days to heal the immense trauma his young heart has suffered.

"Fortunately, what I got was a Blasphemy Token!"

This is Rosell's exclusive certification, and it contains a complete set of potion recipes. Even if Ron is an angel, he wouldn't have such an item... Maybe I can use it to perform a magic trick?

Oh, right, Repard's bicycle patent has been approved... I still need to find investors... But compared to the high society at the Cragg Club, Ron seems to be much richer... He doesn't even care about tens of thousands of pounds...

Sitting in the public carriage, Klein had a sudden inspiration and slapped his forehead, realizing he had found an excellent candidate for a wealthy host.

"This is what they call keeping the profits within the family; in this day and age, cycling is a guaranteed money-making venture!"

Since killing Lanius, the great detective's life has been quite leisurely. He is very good at becoming stronger, saving money, and hosting tarot meetings. He doesn't need to carry the burden of hatred and takes life seriously every day.

If it weren't for his ultimate goal of going home, he would have wanted to live a good life in this other world forever.

Of course, there are also worries, such as the concern that Ron's outings might implicate Mr. Fool, resulting in Mr. Fool being charged with something like the gas meter.

Lost in thought, Klein Moretti alighted from the public carriage and walked to the dessert shop by the roadside.

"Hello, could you give me a thick cream and syrup cake, the sweeter the better!"

"Yes, sir. As you requested, it needs to be made to order. We have two styles available."

"One type uses artificial butter and is topped with candy sauce, which costs eight sulph sixpence."

"There is another kind that uses animal cream, topped with chocolate and various nuts, which costs one pound and four sous."

Which one would you like?

The shop owner was a gentle woman in her twenties with a ponytail, but the words she spoke were completely different from her gentle appearance.

Those cold, hard numbers unconsciously made Klein's lips twitch slightly.

Although cream is an indispensable part of the diet of the people of Rune and is present in many dishes, desserts are a delicacy that only the middle class can enjoy.

Ordinary dockworkers wouldn't waste their money on something like this.

So expensive... I don't want to choose any of them...

"One pound and four solsals, hurry up!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the detective chose the more expensive one.

This is a matter of his reputation. If it's cheap, the kids will definitely laugh at him. Besides, he's here to ask for a favor, and based on his experience from his previous life, it's not good to show up empty-handed.

The aroma of bread and the sweetness of cream wafted into Klein's nostrils. He slowed his breathing and waited for the dessert to finish making.

At that moment, the great detective's spiritual intuition suddenly gave him a warning, and a picture appeared in his mind.

A tarot card silently flew in from outside the store, slit his throat, and cut open his trachea.

Klein's pupils constricted, and he dared not be careless. He leaped up and changed his position, and at the same time, the tarot card swept past his original position, almost killing him on the spot.

"Who's there!?"

The detective instinctively drew his gun and turned to look in the direction from which the tarot cards were coming, only to see a figure in a trench coat and top hat disappear around the street corner.

Klein was about to take a step to chase after him, wanting to see who dared to be so uncivilized in broad daylight and launch a sneak attack on him, the old "fool".

But after taking only two steps, he suddenly stopped.

His action of drawing his gun had already caused a commotion in the dessert shop, and the shop owner reacted quickly, pulling out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter and aiming it at the detective, as if he would pull the trigger and send him to meet his god if he made any unnecessary movements.

"Ahem, everyone, don't panic. I'm a police officer. I just saw a fugitive that the police station is chasing. This is my police ID!"

In just a second, the great detective came up with a solution. He calmly put away his revolver, then took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and used the "magician's" illusion to turn it into a police officer's ID card.

"I'm sorry, officer, I thought you were... one of those gang members who commit robberies."

Upon seeing the characteristic "arrogance" of the Backlund police and the seemingly genuine police ID, the shop owner immediately put away his double-barreled shotgun and stammered out a few words of explanation.

Assaulting a police officer is a serious crime in any country.

"Uh, officer, did I just obstruct law enforcement? I can offer you some discounts."

The shop owner asked cautiously, because she clearly noticed that it was because of her that the "police officer" failed to catch the suspect.

"Not really."

In fact, as long as you don't report me for illegal possession of a gun, it's fine. But drawing a gun in public doesn't have a good impact. If I get caught, I'll probably have to eat free meals for a few days, and most importantly, I'll inevitably be fined.

Klein responded outwardly with a straight face, but inwardly he was cursing.

He didn't chase after them for two reasons: firstly, he had already caused a disturbance, and secondly, he wasn't sure if he would encounter an ambush if he did.

Moreover, the opponent used rather discreet tarot cards, clearly coming prepared. Even the "Fool" wouldn't be able to withstand a sudden appearance of five burly men.

After mentally venting his frustration, Klein quietly removed the tarot card that was embedded deep in the wall when no one was looking.

These tarot cards are also made of paper and have a very ordinary appearance. They are printed with a man wearing dazzling clothes, carrying a bag on his shoulder, and having a small dog at his feet.

This is the Tarot card "The Fool"!

Seriously? Do they have counterfeit Tarot cards now? I used Tarot cards when I killed Ranius!

Upon seeing this sign, Klein was stunned. He hadn't expected that someone else would like to carry out assassinations in this way, just like him.

Without thinking too much, he first put away the cards, then took out a coin from his pocket and flicked it with his fingers.

"There will still be danger today."

As the divination was whispered, the copper penny flew up and fell back down, finally settling steadily in Klein's hand.

A number facing up indicates negation, meaning he will not be in danger today!

"Even if there's no danger, we should still take precautions. We need to get to Ron's house as soon as possible; that's the only safe place. Besides, there's no bathroom here."

Klein felt a pang of regret, as the environment prevented him from unleashing his strongest form. However, that no longer mattered. Once he grabbed the cake and sneaked into Ron's house, he would have plenty of time to divine and investigate what was going on.

After waiting for a while, and finally paying a full pound for the custom-made cake, Klein immediately hailed a horse-drawn carriage by the roadside and headed straight for the little brat's mansion.

After the doorbell rang, the great detective saw the same servant with the monocle in his right eye as before.

"It's you! I remember you were very brave last time~"

Amon clearly remembered the "magician" who had challenged Ron to his face, and a genuine smile immediately appeared on his face. Without saying a word, he grabbed Klein's wrist.

Last time, because the clone's level was insufficient, only at the Sequence Three level, although He sensed some problems with Klein, the Time Angel did not have time to explore them in detail.

As for now

With the addition of a new avatar, He sensed an aura that was extremely attractive to Him, one He had felt before!

That's Yuanbao!

"Come in quickly, don't stand outside."

The servant was very enthusiastic. He gripped Klein's wrist tightly, wishing he could transform into an insect and burrow into the guy's body to explore the mysteries of the "Source Castle".

Why do you look so gay, just like Leonard? And is that monocle part of your uniform?

"Oh, sir, you're too kind! Is Ron home?"

Faced with the ferocious Amon, Klein's lips twitched slightly. He cursed inwardly, then calmly withdrew his wrist.

"Why should we care about Him? He's useless except for being lazy and gluttonous."

At this point, Amon adjusted his monocle and then said with a smile:

"Actually, you don't need to bother Him. Just call me if you encounter danger, and I can also provide necessary assistance in digesting potions."

"Of course, only a small reward is needed."

How did he know I was in danger, and also know why I came?!

The great detective's pupils contracted slightly, and he unconsciously took a half step back, startled by the strange servant.

At only "Sequence Seven," he clearly didn't understand the true value of a monocle.

"How did you know why I came? Are you an extraordinary being? Did you use extraordinary abilities?"

Klein concealed his expression and asked a question, feigning great surprise.

He's trying to get information out of me.

"Ha, that's a stupid question. Of course I'm an extraordinary one. The weakest one in this villa is that maid, but right now..."

Time Angel adjusted his monocle and gave Klein a playful look, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"I didn't use any extraordinary abilities; I used my brain. You brought a cake to my door, so you must need something from me, and your hurried manner indicates that you've encountered some unexpected event."

"Based on your performance last time, these conclusions can be easily drawn."

"So, if you encounter any danger, just come to me with the Digestive Potion. I'll protect your safety!"

Amon spoke with absolute certainty, his tone extremely sincere, as if he would go through fire and water for Klein at any moment.

"Um, sir, we're not very familiar with each other, are we?"

Hearing Amon's boasting, Klein looked suspicious. He took a step back to keep a safe distance from the strange servant in front of him and asked warily.

"It's okay, I'm not familiar with most people, but we often become best friends very quickly!"

Suddenly, another voice came from behind Klein. He turned around and was surprised to find that it was another servant.

He also wore a monocle over his right eye, and his cheerful smile was exactly the same as the servant in front of him.

At the same time, more and more servants came over. They came in all shapes and sizes, and were either male or female. Some had ordinary looks, while others had beautiful looks, but they all had one thing in common.

That is, he wears a single crystal-carved lens above his right eye!

"Don't worry, there's strength in numbers, we'll definitely be able to help you digest the potion!"

Hey!

Mr. Fool's polite smile froze on his face. His pupils contracted and a chill ran down his spine. He was somewhat overwhelmed by the scene.

He suddenly remembered a movie he had seen in his past life. The villain in that movie was just like that. Every clone of him looked like himself, and he would even assimilate other normal people.

It is extremely evil and also inspires fear.

"Um...you do so much work, your salary must be very high, right?"

Klein forced a smile and, unsure of what to say, asked a question that had left Amon speechless.

I want to "make friends" with you, and you ask me if my salary is high?

"Ha, you're really interesting. Don't worry, with me 'protecting' you, there aren't many people in this world who can pose a threat to you!"

(End of this chapter)