Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 336 Master Luo's money will be returned to him, and the poor man's money will be split 20/80.

"How did you know that!?"

Nonsense... Of course, I did it myself!

Seeing that the great detective didn't seem very bright, Ron suspected that it might be because he had been in contact with the uniqueness of "The Fool" for too long, and there were negative effects left on him, which was why the guy was behaving this way.

Shouldn't a normal person immediately kneel down and sing praises to her as the great, supreme, and loving "Ruler of Time and Space"?

"I saw it with my own eyes..."

Left with no other choice, the silver-haired woman chose to leave quietly, concealing her merits and fame.

I saw it with my own eyes... Why would that petty person attack Zarathustra?! Could it be because He's always been after that so-called Source Castle?!

And what the heck is this "supernova" thing? The art style is completely out of step with this era!

Klein was both surprised and unsurprised by this answer.

Because his first reaction, besides reporting it to Ron, was to seek help from the "Church of Radiance".

Since the petty person who granted him power last time had made things so clear, Klein didn't mind trusting them a little more.

But unexpectedly, the "Time and Space Ruler" took the initiative to attack him, which was truly touching.

To be honest, Klein's guess wasn't wrong, it was just a case of flawed reasoning but a correct conclusion, like someone not doing it for him.

Self-deception is the most fatal flaw.

All I can say is that Mr. Fool truly lives up to his name!

It's strange that we're not from the same hometown, yet we seem to be... Surely we're not foreign friends... We could have used a foreign language to gain their trust, why pretend to speak Chinese?

"Ron, is Zarathustra really just a little bit of ash left? You weren't in any danger, were you?"

Out of caution, Klein adopted a relaxed demeanor, engaging in casual conversation with friends, when asking questions of the witnesses.

He used his clown abilities to control his facial expressions, making him appear curious and gossipy.

For an extraordinary person with a strong belief, it is quite reasonable to inquire about this kind of esoteric knowledge.

Hmm. If Zarathustra really is dead, then everything makes sense. He longed for the Source Castle and somehow associated His name with it. After His death, the prayers linking His name to the Source Castle were redirected and received by the Fool.

Wait, does this mean I can impersonate Him and become the new leader of the secret order?!

The idea flashed through Klein's mind, and he could no longer suppress it.

Because this represents extremely important resources, including all sorts of extraordinary materials, potion recipes, secret knowledge, and a large amount of gold pounds—no, it should be shiny Felkin!

If he succeeds, Mr. Fool will have his own business and won't have to worry about being exposed by the Tarot Club members or having Ron see through his secrets.

Most importantly, Russell's diary could be a great help in getting home!

Perhaps I can make a special trip to Intis sometime in the future?

Thinking of this, Klein Moretti, like the silly son of a landlord, revealed a "pure and simple" smile.

Seriously. Zarathustra, you're dead, why send a gift?

This is so embarrassing!

"Klein, are you questioning my judgment? I said I'd turn to ash, and I'll turn to ash."

"And why are you making that face?"

At this moment, the tall, ostentatious woman nudged the detective's arm, her expression complex, as if she were looking at an idiot.

Ron had no idea what Mr. Fool was thinking or how excited he was, so from her perspective, the poor man suddenly burst out laughing.

I really don't understand him...

The silver-haired woman pursed her lips, wondering what was so exciting about this.

Seeing Klein's gullible and easily fooled look, Ron suddenly showed a sad expression.

"Sigh, Klein, you have no idea how dangerous it was. I almost didn't see you again..."

Yes, if I had been just a little bit slower, I really wouldn't have seen you again...

The silver-haired woman thought to herself, then continued her deception with an admiring tone:

"Thanks to the Time Ruler, who is so great, so reliable, and so beautiful..."

"He was like a bright star in the night sky, or the radiant sun at noon, and that's how he saved my life..."

Ron's endless praise and eulogy made Mr. Fool feel increasingly uncomfortable.

You've never praised me like this before... Are you going to betray Mr. Fool?!

At this moment, the four-surname servants finally felt the humiliation and discomfort of being NTR'd.

"Hey, Ron, don't you believe in Mr. Fool?"

Suddenly, Klein dug his toes into the ground and, shamelessly, muttered a low accusation.

"Klein, you're acting strangely. Don't you worship the Goddess of Night, the God of Steam and Machinery, and Mr. Fool?"

With just one sentence, Klein Moretti shut his mouth completely, sitting silently on the sofa as if he had swallowed a fly.

Seeing that the first phase had achieved its intended effect, the silver-haired woman smoothed her hair, her blood-red eyes sparkling like those of a fawn in the forest.

"Actually, I still trust Mr. Fool more, but the Time and Space Ruler saved my life after all, so I should thank Him for both reason and emotion."

"Although it's only indirect and He doesn't care, we should always be grateful to the gods."

"If He had a church, I would definitely donate £50,000 to express my gratitude!"

fifty thousand!!!

Klein felt like vomiting blood after hearing these outrageously generous words, but Ron's words about trusting "The Fool" inspired him even more.

It seems that compared to this trust, 50,000 pounds is nothing in the eyes of this poor man.

It's a pity I can't help you much right now, but since you trust me so much, I won't let you down...

Klein Moretti was deeply moved, his heart filled with the joy of something lost and found. Even if it was a fake god, he didn't want his followers to turn to someone else because of his own incompetence.

Poor Klein forgot Ron's true nature as a cunning scoundrel and was completely manipulated by him.

"Oh dear, Klein, did you know there's a church for that person in Backlund?"

"Although He didn't mention any reward to me, He did help me unintentionally, so I think I should show my appreciation. What do you think?"

"Won't Mr. Fool be angry if that's the case? What do you think, Klein? You have a lot of experience in this area!"

Seeing that this poor wretch was not taking the bait, Ron smiled slightly and repeated his "gratitude" once again.

You seem to be referring to something...

Klein didn't answer the question immediately. He just muttered something to himself and then touched the wallet in his pocket, which was hidden under layers of protection.

For a moment, the poor man's expression was quite complicated.

(End of this chapter)