Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 347 Mr. "The Fool" is about to be sidelined (3K)

The silver-haired woman pursed her lips, but ultimately lowered her head and ignored the "Fool" who sat at the very head of the bronze table.

Sure enough, you all have some serious illnesses.

As she glanced around, she first nodded gently to Miss "Justice," then looked at the reactions of the Tarot Club members, her thoughts incredibly complex.

The moment I gave up the pursuit, the inexplicable "fooling" effect vanished without a trace.

However, the malice and rejection from the Source Castle still existed, but due to its master's tacit approval, it did not have any real impact on Ron.

Hmph, you really do act like a god atop Source Castle. Just you wait!

Having uttered these harsh words in her heart, the silver-haired woman revealed a look of disgust, as if she had seen a human carrying some kind of symbol that looked like excrement slip away before her eyes.

In her knowledge, that thing was called "Old Mark," a disgusting thing that didn't belong to this world.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, what goes around comes around. Ron was eager to see how the penniless bastard would react when he exposed Mr. Fool's true identity in the real world.

Just thinking about it is quite interesting.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

With a haughty hum, the silver-haired woman turned her head to the side, expressing her strong dissatisfaction.

However, this action relieved Audrey, who had changed the subject with "adventure," and she smiled sincerely.

Ms. Ron, this is all I can do for you. But thinking about it carefully, Mr. Fool never seemed to have claimed any relationship with this angel. Could I be mistaken?

Upon thinking of this, the beautiful noblewoman's smile froze on her face. The more she thought about it, the more guilty she felt. It wasn't until "Fool" Klein blocked out the other members and created an environment for private conversation that she came back to her senses.

Audrey pursed her lips, sat upright, and said sincerely:

"Mr. Fool, because I was trying to purchase the recipe for the 'Audience' potion at a gathering of extraordinary beings, I have recently been contacted privately by someone who appears to be a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society through some nobles."

"I'd be inclined to join them, but only if it's safe to do so."

"What are your thoughts on this? I take this very seriously."

The Psycho-Alchemy Society doesn't seem to be an evil organization; it's more like an academic seminar. According to Dust Guderian's description, the higher-ups in the Psycho-Alchemy Society have a tendency to worship the original creator, the god who created everything—a rather primitive form of worship. Many thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, but in the end, he simply smiled and said:

"If you think it's right, then do it. If you encounter difficulties, you can seek help at the Tarot meeting!"

"Thank you for your suggestion," Audrey replied sincerely.

Klein thought for a moment, then added in a calm tone:

"Psychological Alchemy has many informants from the three major churches. You need to be careful and know how to hide and conceal yourself."

Upon hearing this, "Justice" Audrey smiled slightly and responded:

"From now on, we'll also have informants from our Tarot Society within the Psychological Alchemy Society!"

Seriously? Has this really turned into a gathering of traitors? Miss "Justice," have you already planned how to betray us before you've even joined?

Klein's lips twitched, and he silently drew a crimson moon, a triangular holy emblem, and a circular symbol representing time and space in his mind.

As the undisputed leader of the Tarot Club, Klein seems to possess exceptional talent in certain areas.

After reporting on the matters related to the Psychological Alchemy Society, Audrey Hall did not rush to end the private conversation, but instead spoke up:

"Mr. Fool, I have obtained two more pages of Russell's diary."

This is also why she requested a private conversation; otherwise, Fors, as her friend, might have asked her to borrow Russell's diary, and the goddess can testify that Mr. Fool had read it!

"Very good!" Klein tapped the edge of the bronze table with satisfaction, helping Miss "Justice" materialize the diary. At the same time, he couldn't help but sigh, "If only the little brat were this polite."

When he received the two sheets of paper, Klein's smile froze on his face.

"Damn it, the food here is making me almost constipated."

It was a dark and stormy night when Mr. Fool cried for help; those were the two pages of his diary he saw on the day the Russell memorial exhibition opened.

Sigh~ Repetition in diaries is inevitable.

Klein felt helpless, but controlled his expression and said with a smile:

"What reward do you want in exchange?"

It's best if it's not a gold pound, but given Miss Justice's personality, she'll most likely ask about this blasphemous card.

I, the "Fool," cannot afford money, but I have plenty of "knowledge."

However, the beautiful noblewoman did not make a choice immediately. She was nervous, her face flushed, and she seemed very hesitant.

Audrey, as a noblewoman, you must be honest and have the courage to take responsibility. You can't hide in the background and pretend you don't know anything, or you will despise yourself!

Her lips tightened, and her wandering emerald eyes instantly hardened. "Justice," Audrey said earnestly.

"Mr. Fool, could I... could I possibly lessen the punishment you've inflicted on Lady Fate with a reward?"

"This whole thing started because of me. If I hadn't been so nosy, Lady 'Fate' wouldn't have done this. If it's not working out, I can go with Her."

what?

What on earth are you imagining? I'd be happy if that guy didn't come up and beat me up, but you expect me to forgive him? What right do I have to do that?

And aren't you imagining Mr. "The Fool" to be a bit too bad?

Listening to the sincere speech of this veteran member of the Tarot Club, Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself, feeling that the "Fool's" little cotton-padded jacket was leaking air.

You've never treated me like this.

"The Fool" Klein's lips twitched, feeling a bit unbalanced. He had a feeling that Ron was about to usurp his position as the leader of the Tarot Club.

An anonymous "ancient sun god" gave this a thumbs up.

While inwardly complaining, Klein's thoughts raced, and he immediately realized that he had gone a bit too far in trying to act like a big shot, causing a slight deviation in the image of "The Fool."

He calmly shifted his posture, pondered for a few seconds, and then chuckled nonchalantly:

"Heh, this is nothing big, nothing worth worrying about."

"As for my belief in 'destiny,' it's not surprising that it could do such a thing given its nature."

Yes, I'm used to it.

Recalling the devout prayers he would have made every night in Tingen, Klein let out a resigned wail.

He couldn't understand why there was such a huge difference between people. Ron, that awful guy, actually had people supporting him, while he, the honest "Fool," could only be a punching bag.

"It's just that 'fate' is too unpredictable, so..."

I was just trying to scare Him.

Klein immediately added the unfinished sentence in his mind, believing that Miss Justice, as a "mind reader," should be able to understand the meaning of "fool."

So that's how it is! Mr. Fool actually foresaw all of this. He's so kind... no, I mean, God is so kind.

Audrey Hall suddenly understood, and her emerald green eyes shone brightly.

The noblewoman immediately rose, lightly lifted her skirt, gave a curtsy, and said with a touch of lightness:

"Thank you for your answer. This payment for Rosell's Diary will be considered here, is that alright, Mr. 'Fool'?"

"Can."

Klein replied calmly, thus ending the one-on-one conversation.

As soon as the shield was lifted, "Justice" Audrey felt a strange gaze directed at her. She turned her head and was surprised to find that it came from "Destiny".

The noblewoman smiled faintly and nodded politely, as if to offer encouragement. Ron, seeing this, also smiled gently and sincerely in return for everything Audrey had done for him.

The shielding of the Source Castle cannot block the gaze of the "Omniscient One".

After doing all this, Ron first glanced disdainfully at Mr. Fool, then asked the Hanged Man beside him in a pretentious tone.

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man,' congratulations on becoming a Chosen One! You're the most powerful Tarot reader besides me!"

She deliberately ignored Mr. Fool.

???

Alger, the "Hanged Man," was completely bewildered, clearly not expecting that the fire he was watching would eventually spread to him.

"I must thank you for your help."

Taking a deep breath, the experienced Alger Wilson responded calmly, leaving no room for error.

"No, I mean, do you need the rest of the potion recipe?"

"Whether it's 'Ocean Singer,' 'Disaster Priest,' 'Sea King,' or 'Cataclysm,' I have all the recipes. Do you need them?"

The Calamity High Priest Neptune's Cataclysm is a high-sequence potion recipe from the Storm Path, and one of these recipes is very likely a sequence two potion recipe!

Alger, the "Hanged Man," suddenly contracted his pupils to their smallest size, his breathing became rapid, and even his usual composure was almost gone.

After a full ten seconds, he finally calmed down and remembered that he was only a Sequence Six.

"Lady 'Destiny,' I desire the Ocean Singer far more than those high-sequence formulas."

As Alger Wilson spoke, he began to feel a pang of heartache; he was now penniless in his efforts to salvage his "good brother" Zillingus's traits and legacy.

This is truly a tragic story.

"You're right. Advancement must be done step by step. Rashly pursuing divinity is not a good thing. Those who are extraordinary in this field are no longer considered human."

The silver-haired woman suddenly straightened her back, attracting the attention of all the members of the Tarot Club. A smile once more played on her lips as she casually remarked with self-deprecation:

"Remember, I am not human at a Tarot meeting, and neither is the great 'Fool'!"

"."

"World," "Justice," "The Hanged Man," "The Sun," and "The Magician" were speechless, feeling that there was something wrong with the word "fate," but upon closer inspection, it wasn't strange at all.

Mr. Fool wasn't even human to begin with.

Klein, seated at the very head of the long bronze table, sighed helplessly, one hand on his forehead.

Destroy it all, I'm tired!

(End of this chapter)