Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 340 The Unlucky Dr. Allen (3.3K)

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Can't you speak properly? One million pounds? If you give me a million pounds, I'll be your slave for life.

Even a transmigrator from another era wouldn't be confident in answering Ron's question.

"Alright, Ron, stop standing there like an idiot. Today I'll show you what high-class stuff really is..."

Before the great detective could finish speaking, he fell into a long silence. He glanced at the lady beside him and compared her mansion with the Cragg Club. He felt that letting Ron into this place was a bit of a disservice to her.

"Let's go, maybe we can go in and play some squash. We've never had the chance to do this before."

In fact, those guys will only teach you how to play cards... I'll only have you teach Melissa and Benson their homework...

A sense of unease stirred within him, and with a sigh, the former night watchman ceased his conversation and led Ron into the Kragg Club.

The club's overall decor leans towards a classic style, contrasting sharply with the opulent grandeur of Ron's home.

It is evident that it places greater emphasis on subtlety and artistic expression.

There weren't many people in the hall, and gas wall lamps were turned on in every place where sunlight couldn't reach, in order to maintain the light.

"Would you like to get something to eat?"

It was almost noon. Rubbing his empty stomach, the great detective casually asked the silver-haired woman who was looking around.

"I don't want to eat it. Look, no one's even peeling the lobsters!"

"Besides, they eat the meat when they eat roast goose; shouldn't you only eat the skin?"

Human language?

The evils of capitalism: does having money make you great?

Klein smirked, then ignored the little brat who was acting like a local tyrant, went to the restaurant, picked up a plate of food, and sat down to eat heartily.

Ron plopped down in a chair, his eyes scanning the club members in the hall.

At this moment, her bloodshot eyes suddenly stopped, and her gaze fell on a man who looked to be in his thirties, tall and thin, using a cane, with his leg in a cast, and with a very aloof demeanor.

In the blink of an eye, Alan Chris's entire fate came into the view of the "Time and Space Dominator".

Ah, one...

She muttered something inexplicably, then turned her gaze to the excellent surgeon, a man with short, brown curly hair, who was helping her up.

Ha, two

Ron frowned involuntarily at the sight of these two "hidden dragons and phoenix chicks," and then glanced disdainfully at the great detective who was having lunch.

"Dear great detective, how do you manage to survive every day?"

Today's polymerization characteristics are a bit outrageous.

Klein looked up in bewilderment, picked up a piece of short rib, and elegantly put it into his mouth, chewing carefully. Only after the aroma of the juice and fat completely filled his taste buds did he move his mouth vaguely.

"What's the point of surviving?"

"It's nothing, I just feel sorry for you seeing how poor you are. If I were in your situation, I might as well jump into the Tasok River."

Upon hearing this, Klein immediately lost his appetite for the food on his plate. He put down his knife and fork and was about to start eating with Ron when he saw Talim helping Dr. Allen limp over.

"Hey, detective, it feels like it's been ages since we last saw each other!"

"Wouldn't you like to introduce this distinguished and beautiful lady to us?"

Talim, who was very outgoing, was the first to greet her. He first looked at Klein, and then his gaze was drawn to the silver-haired woman with an unusual appearance.

You think you haven't seen me? It's probably because you haven't been coming here much lately.

Klein muttered to himself, "Apart from being too busy with commissions, I go to the Cragg Club for lunch whenever I have a spare moment," before raising his arm and introducing Ron.

"this."

He paused for a moment before realizing that he was unaware of the kid's apparent disguise.

"This person is quite wealthy, a true tycoon. Talim, do you remember the investment issue I mentioned? I'm currently discussing this matter with this Miss Sothos."

The great detective is extremely good at making up stories; he seems to say everything, but in reality, he doesn't reveal any useful information.

"Sherlock, it seems you have quite a few connections in Backlund."

Dr. Allen, who had difficulty walking, nodded to Ron as a greeting after hearing Klein's introduction.

"Ahem, Miss Sothos, these two are my friends. They are the renowned surgeon Alan Chris and the riding instructor Talim Dumont."

Klein used a tone he didn't usually use as he solemnly introduced his two friends.

The underlying meaning is simple: be normal and don't cause me any trouble!

Ron clearly understood this as well. She smiled gently yet politely, and as the great detective's eyes brightened, she immediately retorted sarcastically:

"Wow, it must be tough being Sherlock's friend. Look at how unlucky these two are!"

What the hell?

Klein's vision went black as the familiar intoxicating feeling returned, and he wished he could immediately shut Miss Sothos's mouth and stop her from babbling on.

"You can tell? How did you know I've been having a run of bad luck lately!?"

Just as the great detective was about to take action, Allen Chris, as if he had met a savior, asked in astonishment.

Huh!? This isn't mockery, it's a statement!?

The surgeon's reaction made Klein immediately stop himself from acting, only then noticing that Alan Chris had arrived on crutches.

"Miss Sothos, how did you manage to tell that Allen was unlucky? This is... this is amazing!"

The riding instructor clearly didn't consider himself part of the unlucky group. He stared wide-eyed at Ron, seemingly trying to figure out what kind of hidden tricks this woman had up her sleeve.

As a noble equestrian instructor, and with ancestors who had once been wealthy nobles, he knew a little about the title "Extraordinary" and the meaning behind it.

Klein, as a professional extraordinary individual, differed from his two good friends; he speculated about something more fundamental.

Is this yet another extraordinary ability—the ability to see whether others are lucky or not, or some kind of special spiritual vision?

Looking at the "Sleeping Dragon and Young Phoenix" before him, and the "Fool" sitting next to him who had forgotten to eat, Ron fell silent for a moment.

I've seen stupid people, but I've never seen anyone this stupid.

"Actually, it's not that difficult."

The silver-haired woman muttered something under her breath, then her blood-red eyes stared directly at Dr. Allen's leg, which was in a cast.

In an instant, the three gentlemen's expressions froze on their faces as they simultaneously understood the meaning Ron had subtly conveyed.

With his leg broken like this, isn't that bad enough? Isn't it obvious?

"This is so easy to understand. I was even thinking of asking this amazing lady to tell me when my luck will turn around."

With his exceptionally high emotional intelligence, Talim laughed and made a self-deprecating remark, successfully defusing the awkward situation that had arisen from his foolishness.

After this "little IQ test," the group became much closer.

After settling Allen Chris into a reclining chair, Talim stroked his short, brown curly hair and chuckled as he looked at Sherlock Moriarty and Ron.

"Sherlock, it seems you and this young lady have a pretty good relationship. Is she also from Intersea County?"

Hey, what kind of look is that? You don't suspect I'm being kept, do you?

The riding instructor's teasing gaze stung Klein's heart, and he realized that this friend was essentially no different from Ron.

"Yes, I come from the Seaside County, to find someone who is running away from the past."

The silver-haired woman raised an eyebrow, looked at the equestrian instructor who had been acting very boisterously, and made up a lie.

A slight smile tugged at the corners of her lips, revealing Klein's all-too-familiar, wicked grin.

Upon hearing this, Talim and Alan Chris exchanged a glance, sensing the unease in the air. They immediately turned to look at the great detective, who was already sweating profusely and had a bad feeling.

"Hahaha, that's nonsense! You two shouldn't listen to her lies..."

"No, that's not true. It's just that someone has been avoiding me because of their low self-esteem, and even said that for my happiness, I should marry someone else..."

"You have no courage at all. So what if you have no money? So what if you don't have a title? You secretly ran away, hiding your love in your heart. How could you do this to me?"

"Are you really willing to give me up to someone else, to someone of higher status than you!?"

The calm tone carried a glimmer of hope, as if trying to rekindle the last embers of love between the lovers.

As the protagonist, Klein was undoubtedly dumbfounded. Ron's unique speech left this guy, who had remained single for two lifetimes, completely baffled.

The only thing he could imagine was that Ron was trying to use this opportunity to get back at him.

"Sherlock, I never knew you had such a past. No wonder you have such a keen business sense!"

The renowned surgeon had forgotten his own misfortune and kept glancing at Ron and Klein with gossipy eyes, suppressing a laugh in his words.

Clearly, even the most aloof person cannot escape the clutches of gossip.

As for the equestrian instructor, Talim Dumont.

The more he listened, the more uneasy he felt. His initial gossipy smile turned into a blank expression with slightly reddened eyes, as if he was recalling some painful past event.

He clenched his fists and covered his mouth and nose, not wanting his friends to notice that he was sobbing slightly.

As the saying goes, some people are watching the show, while others are looking in the mirror.

Ron's speech struck a chord with Talim Dumont.

Love is hidden in my heart, but I dare not express it.

But just then, as Talim was sobbing, a cool voice immediately changed the subject, asking Dr. Allen, the only one having fun.

"Allen, what did you think of the scene just now? Wasn't it exciting? I'm a novelist in my spare time, and I'm always writing very touching and dramatic scenes."

"Huh? You guys... was that a novel?"

The surgeon was visibly taken aback. He pointed at Klein and Ron, unable to believe that such a touching love story was fake.

"Looks like my story is pretty good; at least it got you all hooked!"

"A novel is just a novel after all. Surely no one will actually read it and then have the courage to go and express their love?"

"No way, really?"

"How could anyone like a poor person?"

Ron ran his fingers through his long, glossy silver hair and unleashed his final, deadly move.

The hope that had rekindled in Talim Dumont's eyes was suddenly shattered, and he was sobbing uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the harsh reality.

He cried loudly, no longer caring about hiding his strange behavior, and slid under the table in front of his two friends.

Hmph, done!

Seeing the other person's miserable appearance, Ron scoffed inwardly.

You think you can just run away after offending me? Do you think you can joke about my great "Time and Space Ruler"?

I hope you can face reality; this is actually a good thing for you!

(End of this chapter)