Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 343 Nobody or Famous? (4K)

"No, we must report it first before we leave!"

After examining his conscience, and in order to live up to the £6000 night watchman's pension, Klein changed his mind and decided to risk everything and tell the three major churches about the matter.

"Hmm, really? Whatever you say~"

"When you die, I'll remember to piece your body together and spend a fortune to find you a beautiful spot in Green Cemetery, so that our acquaintance won't have been in vain."

Leaning back in her chair, the unruly silver-haired woman relentlessly attacked Klein.

This poor guy's advantage is that he has good character, but his disadvantage is that he's too good-natured and wants to get involved in everything.

What, does Mr. Fool want to challenge half of the ancient sun god?

"What should we do? This is the descent of an evil god, far more serious than the time when the true creator appeared."

"I'm referring to the mission that Mr. Fool assigned me last time, the one with Lanius."

"Besides, I can't just abandon Talim!"

Mr. Fool rubbed his face and said that we should just talk about "ancient sun god" and "true creator" without any further discussion!

"Klein, I remember a famous saying by Roselle: 'Don't advise others to do good if you haven't experienced their suffering.' You haven't even known what it's like to be a witch—no, you mean the harm she causes. What right do you have to tell others to leave?"

"So, we have to make that guy face reality. I was thinking of telling him some exciting 'witch' stories, but unfortunately, everything's been ruined!"

Upon hearing this, Ron chuckled and waved to Klein, trying to dissuade him from this method that was extremely dangerous for him.

"However, you need to be careful about one thing: from now on, whenever Talim shows signs of being anxious or indecisive, it's probably because that witch is trying to hook him."

"Whether he likes her or not is unknown, but that witch definitely doesn't like him because he's powerless and without influence. So, take 0-21 with you, find a reasonable excuse to take him to the church, and that will solve the problem!"

"Remember to go to the cathedral. Those influenced and bewitched by the witch are easily identified by the church; Intis is an authority on this!"

Drawing on her extensive experience in "making grand promises" and years of knowledge in "fishpond care," the silver-haired woman offered a sufficiently gentle solution.

Hmm. That makes sense. If I keep things under control, even if the church doesn't find out, I can exaggerate the situation to attract attention. After all, Talim is a descendant of nobility. But oh well, I'll just have to suffer a little. At worst, I won't tell him the truth about the witch.

Klein frowned and pondered for a while before his brows relaxed. He kept the matter in mind and decided to come to the Krag Club every day to observe Talim and have lunch there.

"Ron."

"Alright, let's leave this topic at that. I was just reminding you so you wouldn't do anything reckless. You're usually quite timid, so why are you suddenly acting so recklessly?"

Extending her arm in a gesture of stopping, the silver-haired woman seemed to be both mocking and wistful, as if she were thinking of an old friend.

"Fatty, stop talking nonsense. My plan was meticulously crafted, while that kid is just a simpleton."

The sarcasm that came out of Ron's mouth sounded extremely harsh to the "Will of the Celestials." Under the suppression of that supreme will, He stubbornly offered a defense to avoid having his shamelessness and cunning tainted by that foolish detective.

What is cowardice? That's caution! And what is reckless daring? That's sacrificing oneself for justice!

Klein adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, sighed deeply, and then asked the same question again.

"How's it going, Ron? Any ideas about the investment?"

"I've already explained the details to you in the carriage. If you don't think it's a good idea, I can find someone else, like the steam-powered car tycoon, Mr. Flammy Cage, whom Talim introduced."

If most ways to make money hadn't been "invented" by the Great Emperor, I wouldn't be stuck making bicycles. Unfortunately, this era still has its limitations; there's no way to make shared bicycles now.

A sense of regret flashed through Klein's mind, and he rubbed his face again to ease the tension.

"Hmph, no big deal, I'm investing in this project!"

"However, to produce, we need a factory and a legitimate company."

"Klein, this is your problem!"

Huh? Where am I, a penniless wretch, supposed to find a factory and production line?!

At this moment, the great detective finally admitted his true nature.

"Could you investigate which factories are suitable for our industry, compile this information, and then I'll pay to buy it? Or perhaps you could talk to the factory owners in the evenings?"

"What do you think?"

The silver-haired woman spoke languidly, her arms, as white as lotus roots, swaying as if scattering countless gold coins.

The great detective could only describe it in two words: ...

rich!

So rich!

"No problem! I'll send you information about suitable factories in a couple of days!"

There's no need to have a heart-to-heart talk with the factory owner...

Klein's face broke into a genuine smile; he had finally found the thrill of being a time traveler.

Compared to Rosell, this younger generation undoubtedly lived a very miserable life, while now he can enjoy the life of a wealthy person in the future.

Looking at Ron, who was limp all over, Klein Moretti suddenly felt much more at ease.

"Actually, it's better if we can't go back..."

He muttered something under his breath, then realized a crucial problem.

"Ron, what's the company's name?"

This is a very important question.

Hmm... what should I call him?

After pondering for a long time with furrowed brows, Klein's eyes brightened slightly as he came up with a brilliant name.

"How about we call it 'Hello' Limited Liability Company?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a disdainful gaze directed at him.

……

East End, Alaves Street.

Hugh Deercha was blindfolded and pushed off the taxi. After circling several times in the alley, he entered a windowless, secret room.

Left, right, left, left... It seems we've left this street, haven't we?

With the sheriff's extraordinary abilities, she secretly figured out the location of her final destination in the East District.

The black blindfold slipped down, allowing the 1.5-meter-tall girl to see her surroundings clearly.

The dim candlelight dispelled the encroaching darkness. The room was simply furnished, and the floor was covered with a layer of dust.

It hasn't been cleaned in a long time; it must be a secret room...

At that moment, as the sheriff's thoughts flashed through his mind, he sniffed, then his face contorted as he nearly vomited up his dinner from the previous night.

Damn it, it smells like sweat and dead rats... Is there no ventilation at all?!

"Miss Hugh, please have a seat."

"You're the best bounty hunter in the East District, aren't you?"

Just as Xiu was easing up, a deep, magnetic voice rang out from the dimly lit secret room.

"I wouldn't say I'm the best, I just have a lot of friends. What kind of job do you want with such a generous reward? Why do you have to hide your identity when we meet to discuss it?"

"I won't sit; standing is better for your health."

Glancing at the greasy, dusty, worn-out single sofa, the blond, unkempt girl declined the offer from her collaborator.

"Ha, hiding its true colors?"

"Miss Hugh, you flatter us. In our line of work, the most important thing is to be careful and cautious!"

"Besides, a thousand-pound commission isn't easy to do. Otherwise, with so many bounty hunters in the East End, why would we have chosen you?"

His deep, rumbling voice, like thunder, contained not a trace of dissatisfaction, but rather expressed his high regard for the sheriff.

"Speak! What exactly is your request? It's already very late!"

Hugh wasn't really impressed by the client's compliments. It was probably already past midnight, and if the bounty wasn't so generous, she would rather stay home and sleep with Fowles.

The soft and fragrant writer is the greatest enjoyment of the night.

"Since Miss Hugh is so agreeable, I won't waste any more words!"

"You seem to have a good relationship with the daughter of Lord Hall, a member of the House of Lords and the largest shareholder of Bavaria Bank?"

"I want you to come over as a guest and, without anyone noticing, figure out the layout of that manor and its security forces!"

Upon hearing this, Xiu's pupils contracted slightly, and he took a step back, simultaneously asking warily:

"What are you going to do? Give up your ideas! You're all courting death!"

Those are the most powerful nobles in the kingdom. Do you know how many extraordinary individuals are guarding that place?

If that nobleman is taken hostage, MI9 and the Church of the Night will definitely turn Backlund upside down!

"Ha, we have men and guns. Those nobles don't seem to be anything special. Why should we be so afraid of them?"

"Or are you afraid of those charlatans from the Church of the Night? I could take down three of their archbishops in Backlund with a single punch!"

"There's an old saying in my hometown: Miss Hugh, would you rather be an unknown nobody or become famous?"

"The gangs in the East District are still too small, operating independently. I need to do something big to gain their respect and become the boss of the underworld!"

Do you understand what I mean?

you……

Upon hearing these rather arrogant words, Hugh was completely stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Aren't you afraid that the church has actually acquired some kind of magical power?"

After nearly three minutes of silence, Xiu took a careful breath and tentatively asked in a voice barely audible.

"Miss Hugh, there are no magical powers in this world. You must believe in science and have faith in the guns in your hands!"

Upon hearing this, Hugh Deercha fell silent once again.

Where did this idiot come from? Your ambitions are quite lofty...

Hearing the other party's arrogant tone, the bounty hunter thought it was some evil secret organization planning an assassination.

But unexpectedly...

They're just simple food... they look like a gang formed by some lunatics...

The sheriff cursed inwardly, while simultaneously sketching out the nature of the entire gang in his mind.

"Miss Hugh, the thousand pounds is just a gimmick. If you can complete this commission, I can give you a full three thousand pounds!"

Seemingly sensing the bounty hunter's hesitation, the mysterious employer drastically increased the price.

Three thousand pounds!?

With that money, what couldn't you do? Why are you courting death?!

She unconsciously swallowed, and then secretly glanced at the two guards who had already loaded their guns. Without hesitation, she immediately pretended to be tempted by money and started to negotiate.

"I'm tempted by this price, but your commission is risky. I need a deposit; otherwise, don't even think about it. You know only I can complete this!"

She deliberately feigned greed to deceive her employees.

As for whether or not to complete the mission, the bounty hunter said she wasn't that stupid; she hadn't lived enough yet.

I'll report them as soon as I get out. Even though they're just an ordinary gang trying to pull off something big, they did take action... The West Velas arena will definitely give me a hefty reward...

Seeing that the two guards had put their guns away, the sheriff breathed a sigh of relief.

While dealing with ordinary people was easy, firearms were still a problem for her.

"Miss Hugh is indeed straightforward!"

"Good, give Miss Hugh three hundred pounds as a deposit!"

As soon as the deep, magnetic voice fell, the doorman counted out three hundred pounds and handed it to the remorseful, impoverished noblewoman.

Are you really that easy to fool? Honestly, I don't even have the heart to report you...

The blond, unkempt hunter thought to himself, then checked the banknotes he had received and was about to turn and leave.

But just as she turned her head, she suddenly trembled and realized that someone had been standing behind her at some point.

She was covered in a hooded black robe, but thanks to her height, one could still make out her features from below.

Her hair was as white as snowflakes, and her eyes were bright yet mesmerizing light blue. Her face was so beautiful that even Hugh Deercha, a woman herself, was momentarily captivated.

"Heh, looks like a good little guy~ Hope you can complete the mission."

Amidst the clear, melodious voice, as pleasant as birdsong, Xiu's frozen gaze flickered, snapping him out of his bewitching state.

Extraordinary beings, powerful extraordinary beings!

Just a glance from him was enough to render him almost immobile!

Where did this person come from...? Her aura seems even stronger than Mr. A's...

Hugh Deercha pretended not to notice anything, letting the black cloth cover his eyes, and was pushed back the way he came.

Silence fell over the secret room. As the dim candlelight flickered, a dark figure hidden in the shadows suddenly stood up and bowed respectfully.

"What brings you here?"

"Call me master."

The voice was as pleasant as birdsong, mimicking someone's arrogant tone, which made the gang leader tremble and his heart pound wildly.

"Master, I've made a reservation at an Intis-style restaurant and would like to invite you to dinner..."

"Ha, I only want to dine with famous people, and you're not good enough."

"Keep up the good work. If you complete this order according to my plan, you'll qualify..."

With a light laugh, she glanced again at the gang leader who had been bewitched into an idiot. She hesitated for half a second, then a smile curved her lips.

"Keep up the good work, I need to go back to see my master~"

(End of this chapter)