Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 338 Of course, it's forgiveness!

After a few minutes, Klein finally completed the psychic ritual, and what he saw above the gray fog was correct.

The assassin was indeed a "Master of Puppetry," but the information from the Secret Order differed somewhat from his speculation.

At first, Klein thought that the entire secret order worshipped the "mysterious god," but he didn't expect that it was only a small part of them.

"Who exactly is Zarathustra? And who are the high-ranking members who have been protecting the esoteric order!?"

Although Zarathustra is dead, Klein felt it was still necessary to know this information.

As soon as the question was uttered, the killer's dazed spirit suddenly showed a hint of gritted teeth and anger.

"The higher-ups are that old codger Manolo. He said that Zarathustra isn't some mysterious god. Zarathustra is 'The Fool'!"

Holy crap!?

What does this have to do with me?!

I didn't go to get a group photo!

Klein Moretti's eyelids twitched; he was startled by this intelligence.

This isn't to say he's cowardly, but rather because "The Fool" is a secret entity known only to members of the Tarot Society, and now, unbeknownst to them, the Secret Society has somehow discovered it...

This shows that there are traitors within the Tarot Club!

"Where did Manolo learn about the Fool?!"

The great detective's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the killer's spirit, afraid of missing any information.

"No... I don't know. The Fool sounds so low-class... How can he be as powerful as the God of Mysteries..."

I really appreciate it, but there's no need to say the rest!

The poor "Fool" was almost caught off guard, and was both angry and amused by the answer.

In the next few minutes, he first saw the specific image of Manolo in the spirit of the killer.

This "ancient scholar," who is said to be a Sequence Three of the Diviner's Path, was completely hidden in a black robe, making it impossible to see his face clearly. However, his most distinctive feature was his long, white beard that stretched straight from his chin to the ground.

After obtaining this crucial information, Klein asked various questions from different angles to verify the accuracy of the intelligence. He finally managed to obtain all the information he wanted just before the spirit dissipated.

After ending the psychic session, the great detective sighed helplessly and unconsciously shook his head.

The news concerning the secret society was both good and bad, which greatly troubled him.

The good news is that "The Fool" is highly revered over there; the bad news is, who leaked this name?!

As Klein's gaze swept across the room, he happened to spot Ron Sothos, who was leaning against the wall, pretending not to have heard anything.

His heart sank, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

If we were to say which member in the Tarot Club is the most uncontrollable, it would undoubtedly be our "Destiny" Mr./Ms.

Given the other party's level, the people they come into contact with are likely to be high-ranking members of various secret organizations!

The answer that I had been racking my brains for but couldn't find seemed to be right in front of me.

Pit!

Klein immediately stepped forward, grabbed the beautiful woman's arm, and thwarted her evil plan to sneak away.

"You heard everything just now, didn't you? Did you do it?"

His tone was devoid of any emotion, and his eyes were so sharp they could pierce one's soul.

"Klein, let me tell you, don't give me that crap!"

"So what if I did it?! This was a task personally assigned to me by Mr. Fool!"

Ron was extremely arrogant and casually uttered a lie.

Because she really didn't expect that what was clearly just an assassin, at most a matter concerning the name of the Dead Ghost, would eventually lead to her causing trouble by revealing the name of "The Fool" at the Twilight Hermit Society.

And the person in question caught them!

Life is unpredictable, the large intestine encloses the small intestine...

When did I let you do it?!

You little brat, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!

Hearing this shameless lie, Klein felt a sense of relief mixed with rage.

This world is dangerous enough as it is, and now we have to deal with this guy who's not careful at all!

In a fit of extreme rage, Klein Moretti slammed the visibly guilty silver-haired woman against the wall. He raised his hand, about to deliver the slap, but abruptly stopped in mid-air.

Looking at her round buttocks encased in tight pants and her slender waist with perfect curves, Klein ultimately couldn't bring himself to make a move.

"Ha, small fry is small fry~"

"Shut up!"

The hand, which had been suspended in mid-air, deftly changed its move and covered the little brat's mouth in the next instant.

Taking a deep breath to ease his tension, Klein released his grip on Ron.

Because at this moment, he realized that the "Secret Order" was also an opportunity.

The secret society is now spreading the idea that "The Fool" is Zarathustra, and that anything is possible if you plan it well.

Of course, Klein only thought about it and didn't have high hopes for it, and his anger was not because of this.

"Ron, tell me honestly, as an angel, does your name contain the title of God of Mischief?"

The magician was puzzled as he looked at the guy who was still nasty even when he was in adult form.

This stubborn nature of his is impossible to change; why does he always seem to be at odds with me?

"Actually, that's the name of Amon. Well, I admit I did it all. I was just trying to spread the word to Mr. Fool."

"And while you're at it, help me put some pressure on my coffin lid." This was originally a long-term plan, but some guy was just too stupid and delivered himself to my doorstep.

The silver-haired woman shrugged helplessly, having already filled in the second half of the sentence in her mind.

Am I using you to proselytize?!

Klein's vision went black, and he gasped for breath.

After figuring out what was going on, the great detective wanted to continue his outburst, but he soon found himself having to swallow his pride.

Because, as the "Fool," he cannot reveal his identity.

Klein and Ron are associated with the "world" through the lens of their companionship.

"You, you"

Klein couldn't come up with a clear answer after talking for a long time. He took a deep breath, then leaned close to Ron's ear and used the Joker's extraordinary ability to feign a worried expression.

"I'll pretend I don't know anything about this, and I won't tell Mr. Fool. Of course, my silence doesn't mean he doesn't know."

Faced with this friend who has provided so much help since his transmigration and whom he can entrust his life to, what else can Mr. Fool do?

Of course I'll forgive her!

Klein's words were quite meaningful. He meant that the "Fool" might know, but He didn't punish you not because He couldn't beat you, but because He tacitly approved of it all.

You little brat, you're nothing but a pawn in the hands of the gods.

When it comes to playing the supernatural, Klein Moretti is a professional.

"Klein, is this really okay?"

The silver-haired woman raised an eyebrow, surprised that this poor wretch was so shameless. He couldn't beat him, so why did he say he wouldn't tell Mr. "Fool" and do him a favor?

As expected of a fortune teller, he is truly "despicable"!

"What's wrong? We're like family. Okay, let's not dwell on this. Didn't you want to donate? I'll take you there now."

The magician reached out his palm, grabbed the silver-haired lady's forearm, and led her out of the alley. In that instant, he suddenly realized that the world had become more real.

This wasn't due to any drastic changes in his surroundings, but rather an increase in his interaction with the real world.

The most obvious thing is that pedestrians on the street turned to look at him, their eyes full of envy.

The great detective paused slightly, turned around to look at Ron, whom he was holding in his hand, and felt speechless.

In the East District, beauty is also a form of wealth!

"Cough, Ron, can you still use that extraordinary ability? I keep feeling like the people around here are looking at us strangely..."

After walking for a few minutes, seeing more and more people staring at them, the great detective couldn't withstand the pressure and asked in a low voice.

"It's possible, but... it's too late now. It all depends on your performance from here on out."

"This is a classic scene from one of Roselle's novels; I'll give you a little thrill today!"

The silver-haired woman shook her head. As soon as she finished speaking, several gang members dressed in cheap black suits rushed out from various corners of the street.

They quickly moved forward and surrounded Ron and his companion.

A man in his thirties who was leading the group first gave a flippant whistle, then grinned at Klein.

"Kid, not bad, walking around the East District like that. It would be a disservice to my profession not to rob you!"

"That's right, we were going to let you off the hook, but couldn't you at least try to cover it up a bit?"

"Do you even know this is Rogue Party territory? You're completely disregarding us!!!"

Clearly, Klein's ostentatious display of affection by dragging the silver-haired woman through the streets successfully provoked and insulted these gang members.

"Sir, this is a society governed by the rule of law. Forcing a woman will land you in the police station!"

Pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses, the great detective Sherlock Moriarty spoke calmly.

As he threatened them, he lifted the gun holster that was hidden by his trench coat, attempting to intimidate the gang members who were lusting after him.

What do you do for a living?

The gang leader took a step back and asked with some apprehension.

"Private investigator!"

These four plain words, devoid of any intonation, coldly articulate Sherlock Moriarty's professionalism.

"Oh, I see..."

The gang member nodded thoughtfully after listening, then chuckled.

"Forcing a woman to commit a crime is illegal, but the law doesn't say forcing a man to commit a crime... Hehehe, we like gentlemen like you who have a bit of an intellectual air and aren't too old yet..."

What the hell!

Upon hearing this, Klein felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly took half a step back, pulling out the revolver from his pocket.

"Don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!!!"

He had just finished making the threat when the gang member suddenly waved his hand and shouted loudly.

"Officer Taylor, I'm reporting a private investigator illegally possessing a firearm!!!"

Klein Moretti stood there dumbfounded.

Where's the usual robbery scenario I was expecting?! How did it turn into me ending up in jail?!

(End of this chapter)