Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 341 We're professionals, no laughing (3.1K)

Holy crap, this is killing someone and then destroying their spirit! Talim, I didn't realize you had this kind of experience. No, I'm the Joker, I have extraordinary abilities, I can't laugh out loud.

With a soft "pfft," the great detective finally couldn't control his smile and let go of the clown's ability to suppress his facial expressions, letting out a quiet laugh.

Although the Joker can control his facial expressions, he cannot suppress his inner emotions.

Klein exchanged a glance with Allen Chris, who was even more unable to contain himself, and then, as if they had planned it, they both covered their smiling faces with their hands to maintain the dignity of a Loen gentleman.

Don't mock your friend's dignity!

"Talim, what happened to you? Why did you collapse under the table?"

At the same time, they reached a tacit understanding. The great detective first glared at the "innocent" Ron, then bent down and helped Talim to a chair, while pretending not to have noticed anything and showing concern for his friend.

"Yes, Talim, you must be careful. If you're not in the right position, even slipping off a chair could cause a fracture!"

The seemingly aloof surgeon promptly showed concern for his friend, clearly demonstrating his extensive experience in concealing his emotions.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

The equestrian instructor suddenly realized what was happening. He hurriedly rubbed his face and forced a stiff smile to try and hide his strange behavior.

"Actually, love isn't as dramatic as in novels; I just found Miss Sothos's story incredibly moving."

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Before Talim Dumont could finish speaking, two soft laughs were heard.

He immediately turned his head, his eyes, red from crying, fixed on Sherlock Moriarty behind him.

"What's wrong, Talim?"

Klein followed the equestrian instructor's gaze and looked around. He managed to suppress a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, but his expression remained one of utter surprise.

Talim turned his head again, glanced at the surgeon who had already regained his cold demeanor, sighed helplessly, habitually rubbed his short brown curly hair, composed himself, and said with a smile:

"It's nothing. I just think Miss Sothos's story is really full of realism. Rather than a novel, I'd say it's more like an article with a profound core that can resonate with readers."

Noble children are indeed noble children; even in their decline, they are still better than Klein, a college student.

Based on just a few words from Ron, he gave a highly rated "post-viewing impression".

"You're too kind, you're just telling a true story."

The silver-haired woman nodded slightly, offering a rare, humble and polite remark.

Frankly, if Ron hadn't seen Klein frantically gesturing to her, he would have definitely gone even further in reopening old wounds with the riding instructor.

For example, it could be about a woman you love who turns out to be a man, or a woman you love who is always lingering in other men's beds.

Although it is painful, the meaning of life is to face pain!

Hearing Ron's polite words, Talim withdrew his somewhat fearful gaze and turned to Klein seriously, saying:

"Sherlock, I think you should be getting married soon."

"Do you have a female companion now? Miss Sothos is right, no one likes poverty. Marriage requires a certain level of financial stability; you can't do it without saving enough money."

"Miss Sothos, thank you for your story. It eased some of my worries. I have other things to attend to, Ellen, Sherlock. See you later!"

The noble riding instructor picked up his top hat and bowed politely to the three of them. Before leaving, he patted the great detective's somewhat heavy arm, as if offering silent comfort.

Screw being poor! I'm a renowned detective, right? No female companion? Because I don't want one!

The cunning "Fool" never expected that this would be related to him. He muttered a curse to himself, then lost all color and returned to his place.

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Just then, a soft laugh reached his ears. Klein twitched the corner of his mouth and immediately looked up at the indifferent-looking surgeon.

"Sherlock, as someone who's been there, I think Talim is right!"

Noticing the great detective's gaze, Allen finally couldn't help but let a smile show on his face.

However, he reacted quickly, immediately using the gesture of speaking to cover up the constantly upturned and downturned corners of his mouth.

How did you all become like this? One rotten apple spoils the whole barrel...

Klein glanced at the beautiful lady watching the show from the sidelines, then kicked her shin in annoyance, successfully restoring Ron's long-lost calm.

"Allen, what happened when you said you've been having a lot of bad luck lately?"

"Have you brought any stuffed animals or similar items home? You know, in the legends of village shamans, these kinds of things are often the source of bad luck."

In order to skip over the part about his persecution, Klein forcefully changed the subject and successfully steered the matter back on track.

"Never, Sherlock. I considered this when I realized it, but I never did it, nor did my wife, nor the servants in the house!"

Hearing this, Klein frowned slightly, stroked the stubble on his chin, and continued to ask.

"So, Allen, have you offended anyone, or stood in anyone's way?"

"No, while my relationship with my colleagues isn't exactly harmonious, I never imagined they would treat me this way..."

The renowned surgeon shook his head again, denying the great detective's speculation in this regard.

Just then, Ron's blood-red eyes seemed to see something, and she smiled slightly, like a blooming, deep-sleeping flower.

"Actually, I'm a bit of a wizard in my spare time, so I can help you take a look."

With a slight movement in his blood-red eyes, Ron, dressed in a black robe with lace trim, suddenly spoke.

Fate told her that in the not-too-distant future, a great gift was waiting for her, delivered right to her door.

"Aren't you a novelist in your spare time?"

Klein could no longer tolerate the brat's blatant habit of making up lies without batting an eye. He retorted forcefully, and for a moment, he actually silenced the silver-haired lady.

"Sherlock, if you take on multiple roles, I'm sure you'll be able to get married very soon!"

Taking a deep breath, Ron's bloodless lips uttered icy words.

What did I do to offend you...?

The detective, who had the upper hand, felt a lump in his throat, muttered something to himself, and then leaned back in his chair, remaining silent.

"You two have a really good relationship; it looks like you've been friends for a long time."

Allen Chris watched their entire interaction, and when they both quieted down, he looked quite envious.

He paused for a moment, then changed the subject, his indifferent expression revealing a hint of expectation.

"Miss Sothos, you said you also have witchcraft, uh, skills?"

"To be precise, it's not just about craftsmanship..."

"Allen, you..."

The silver-haired woman rested her elbows on the table, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, pretending to scrutinize the object carefully.

"Your bad luck is over, and good luck is coming."

Yes, that's right. For example, meeting me is your greatest stroke of luck.

Without a hint of shame, Ron raised his head and said solemnly, "I'll add this in my mind."

"Really!? Could this also be writing material?"

Faced with this surprising answer, Alan Chris was clearly a little skeptical.

"This isn't writing material, it's a wizard's intuition! Don't worry, Allen, no one can guarantee a smooth life."

"We never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Although the future is unpredictable, there is always an unexpected twist."

"Live peacefully and calm down. Misfortune is just one of many outcomes. You must learn to face it. Those who are swept along by fate are never as good as those who are down-to-earth."

Seeing this, the great philosopher Ron Sothos began to paint a rosy picture. Her gentle yet cool voice seemed to possess a unique magic, which actually calmed the somewhat anxious Allen Chris down and made him start to carefully consider what had happened before and after his misfortune.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he looked at Ron, who seemed more like a philosopher, with delighted eyes.

"I remember now, I once performed surgery on a child, and before the surgery, to calm the patient down, I played a game of tarot with him."

"He kept saying my luck would get worse, my luck would get worse!"

"So the boy died on the operating table?" Klein asked curiously.

"No, no, his surgery went very smoothly, and he was discharged from the hospital in just a few days."

"Oh, right, I also remember he left me a hand-folded origami crane! Master Sothos, is my bad luck related to this?"

The renowned surgeon was now completely fooled by Ron. He had thought that this beautiful woman, whom he didn't know very well, would use some tricks to gain his trust.

However, the other person did not do that. They simply said a few philosophical words, which helped him clear his mind and put aside his worries about the uncertain future.

Perhaps this is the true wizard—possessing wisdom and eyes that see through the essence of things.

Allen had to admit that he needed to change his perception of the legendary profession of wizard.

"See, once you calm down, you'll find the key to the problem. Give it to me, and I can secretly remove the bad luck from your life!"

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired woman smiled. Her smile contained a hint of wickedness, a touch of playfulness, a dash of anticipation, and a dash of pleasure.

"Okay, I'll go now. Once I find that origami crane, I'll..."

Alan's words, which sounded a little rushed, were cut short. His eyes first glanced at the great detective, and then at the silver-haired lady sitting to the side.

"Allen, leave it to me. I'll deliver it to Miss Sothos in time."

Klein took over the servant's job quite naturally, as if he understood his "master's" temperament very well.

"The relationship between the two of you is definitely special~"

"Goodbye, you two. I have to go now; I need to find that origami crane!"

Seeing this, the surgeon, whose mood had improved, jokingly called out to the great detective. Finally, with the help of the waiters at the Cragg Club, he stumbled and fell seven or eight times before finally boarding the hired carriage.

(End of this chapter)