Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 349 Q&A (3.6K)

Klein kept in mind that Ron might be connected to the secret organization that Emperor Roselle had joined, and stopped worrying about whether Ron's actions were dangerous.

After all, the little kid isn't really stupid. How could he possibly entrust his entire life and fortune to a "Fool" he's only known for a few months?

Hmph. He probably told Mr. Fool about this indirectly, perhaps out of some calculation, or perhaps out of some preparation.

Klein calmly considered for two seconds and decided that it would be better to explore Ron's secrets gradually.

Even above the gray fog, "Fool" Klein maintained the tacit understanding between the two, not asking too many questions or testing them, and trusting his seemingly wicked friend implicitly.

It was a desecration of the stone tablet. Goddess, I finally understand why Mr. Fool treated Mr. Ron this way. If it were me, I would have done the same. He's like those aristocratic scions who haven't reached adulthood yet, causing trouble everywhere every day.

"Mr. Fate, I would like to purchase the potion recipe from the Audience Path Sequence Seven 'Psychotherapist,' may I?"

At that moment, Audrey Hall, who seemed to have discerned something from the "Fool's" subtle attitude, raised her hand and asked expectantly with her emerald eyes.

Although she was shocked by Ron's power and skill, and longed for the freedom to "stir up trouble" wherever she wanted, the noble lady did not forget that she was only Sequence Eight, and that a high-level item like the Desecrated Stone Tablet was too far away for her.

Huff. She let out a slight breath, and the feeling of being crushed in every way surged into her heart again. This noble lady, who had never lacked anything since childhood, was forced to experience the gap between the rich and the poor on another level.

"Sure, a Sequence Seven potion recipe, 800 pounds, I can give you the recipe now!"

The silver-haired lady leaned back, intending to slump in the bronze chair as she would at home, but the gaze of the beautiful noblewoman made her unusually reluctant to maintain a certain image.

Ron got her hands on the blasphemous stone tablet partly on a whim, and partly because she didn't expect the bearded man to actually dare to give it to her.

On the other hand, besides the potion recipes attached to it, what's more important is the special nature of the "stone tablet" itself. It was transformed from the body of the ancient sun god, and there is nothing with stronger binding power than this. Although it is not a unique or special feature, its status is undeniable, and its collection value is quite high.

Could the bearded man be trying to get me to use this against the escaped "Primordial Creator"? That's why he handed it over to me so readily, and even did me a favor. He's quite the schemer.

At this moment, Ron, who inexplicably recalled the bearded man's actions, was also taken aback. This underhanded style left her speechless.

Can't we just talk things out? It's fine if you understand, but what if you don't?

"No problem, ma'am, I'll pay the £800 after the party!"

This is incredibly cheap! In other words, I saw a portion of the Blasphemous Slab for £800, or maybe just a portion of a portion?

"Justice," Audrey muttered to herself, puffing out her cheeks slightly.

"Mr. World, I will pay you the 450 pounds after the party."

At this moment, having witnessed this "high-level" transaction, "Magician" Fors seemed to remember that he still had a debt, and hurriedly assured "The World" at the bottom.

She didn't want to lose her only source of credibility at this obviously high-end gathering filled with abundant resources and knowledge.

"What kind of deal did you two make in private?" Audrey, who thought she was very familiar with "Fors" but was unaware of this matter, asked curiously.

"Mr. World helped me find the magician's potion recipe."

It is said that the potion recipes all come from the Blasphemous Slate. However, its price does not increase because of the "Blasphemy Slate," which is a good thing for me. After explaining the cause and effect, Fors Wall had a strange feeling.

After the transaction ended, no other Tarot Club members came to buy the formula. However, Ron understood this, as apart from wealthy noble ladies, the rest were all poor people.

To be honest, Ron had thought that Miss Justice would buy all the potion recipes from Sequence 7 to Sequence 4.

At this moment, the "Hanged Man" looked around and said, as if he had already prepared his speech:

"Everyone, I recently took on an investigation assignment, and I wonder if any of you have any relevant leads."

"In the past two or three years, many indigenous tribes in the Southern Continent have been plundered and all of them have been kidnapped. In various plantations and islands at sea, some slaves have also strangely escaped."

"Since the Northern Continent abolished the slave trade, such things haven't happened for a long time. Have you heard any rumors about it?"

His gaze swept over "Fate," "Justice," "The World," and "The Magician," but he didn't look at "The Sun."

"Justice," Audrey said after carefully recalling the snippets of conversation among the nobles.

"No, I've never even heard of anything like that."

"The World" and "The Magician" also shook their heads, indicating that they were unaware of the matter.

But at that moment, Ron straightened his back and habitually mocked:

"Ha, you don't need to listen to rumors. Just read the newspapers every day and you can guess. Young people should study hard and read more newspapers to broaden their knowledge and horizons!"

"Lady Fate, do you know what's going on?"

The Hanged Man ignored the sarcasm in the tone and instead looked at Ron as if he had been prepared, which startled the small fry who liked to see others' ugly faces.

She opened her mouth, then remembered the three conditions she had given the bearded man in exchange for exclusivity, and finally closed it again.

Although Adam was secretly scheming and plotting, it's undeniable that he was quite shrewd, making it impossible for Ron to find a suitable reason to sell him out.

"This is quite simple. Work backwards from the result. Since you say the slave trade has been going on for several years, have you found out where they were actually sold?"

"Is it impossible to find out? And who else could have this ability and not let any word get out? You can count just a handful on your fingers."

"As for the slave trade, it sounds like a smokescreen. How much money could they make by going through so much trouble to transport slaves?"

"However, I suggest you follow your boss's instructions and do what you're supposed to do."

That concludes the discussion; the analysis from a higher level abruptly ends here.

"Thank you for your answer, Lady Fate."

Alger Wilson, a seasoned veteran, clearly understood Ron's meaning. He stopped worrying about making a decisive move and dismissed all of Ron's analysis as nonsense.

Hmm. Seems like she's really not simple. Even the little kid doesn't want to talk about it. If it weren't for reminding the "Hanged Man," she probably wouldn't have said a word. Heh, isn't that kind of her? Why is she being so awkward?

Having witnessed everything, "The Fool" Klein stroked his chin inwardly and muttered a smirk.

After "The Hanged Man" ended, "The Sun" Derrick raised his hand and spoke somewhat nervously:

"I've been assigned a mission to explore that half-destroyed temple I mentioned before, the one called 'The Fallen Creator,' in the near future."

"The leader in charge of this operation is Elder 'Shepherd' Lovia."

Do you have any suggestions?

Some of the naive little suns seemed to subconsciously realize the reason why the "Hanged Man" had asked that question earlier, and he imitated Alger, letting his gaze sweep over everyone.

However, he was still too inexperienced and his acting skills were not very good. After scanning the area, he didn't know where to look and stared straight at Ron on his left, his purpose was self-evident.

Consulting this angel individually might require payment, but if you approach the entire Tarot community and get the angel to volunteer their answers, it's free.

Sigh~ What an innocent little sun, she was corrupted by Mr. "The Hanged Man" just like that. Audrey, who had been observing the members of the Tarot Club, suddenly felt like laughing.

Advice? My advice is to stay as far away as possible and prioritize stability. Upon hearing the question about the "sun," Klein's first thought was a righteous retreat.

However, in order to maintain Mr. Fool's lofty image, he did not voice such a cowardly suggestion, wanting to see what Ron would say.

"Hmm, this is dangerous. If I were someone, I would advise you to make a righteous retreat!"

"However, you won't encounter any insurmountable danger if you go with us now."

Seemingly sensing the Tarot Club's expectation of his "wisdom," Ron was in a very good mood and paid no attention to the Sun's almost explicit little scheme.

"Why? The temple is dedicated to the true creator, but the leader is a 'shepherd,' which could potentially lead to some uncontrollable risks."

Klein seemed quite dissatisfied with Ron, believing that caution was paramount in the land of the forsaken. He immediately manipulated the "world" to try and embarrass the brat.

"No, you should remember Zarathustra, whom I mentioned last time, and you should also know that I entered the Forsaken Land a few days ago."

"Zarathustra died, and the true Creator also benefited from it. He fell into a deep sleep, regained much of his sanity, and will not awaken for several years."

"As long as you do not chant His name or touch anything that has been influenced by Him, you will not be actively corrupted."

"Congratulations! You have taken a giant leap forward on the path to welcoming a world of light!"

Ron's tone was impassioned, which made Little Sun's face flush slightly. It was clear that this simple-minded guy did not want to refuse his first exploration.

Everyone has a first time, right?

Zarathustra died, and it was Mr. Fool who did it? He sent Fate to find clues, and finally used his divine authority to kill him?

Upon hearing this news, everyone had different thoughts, but there was one thing in particular: they were not surprised at all.

Isn't this bound to happen? How could the will of the gods possibly fail? Compared to the blasphemy of the stone tablet and the hidden history of the true gods discussed at the last gathering, this is insignificant news.

Having regained her memories after entering the Source Castle, "Justice" Audrey always feels like her head is blank, and her knowledge has expanded from that of an ordinary, ignorant noble lady to that of a cult member with rich experience.

Great! We can actually leave the Dark Land. As long as we can find a safe path, we can also travel to the world of light.

Compared to Zarathustra, whom he didn't know very well, and the "Fallen Creator" who was right next to him, he was more concerned about the future of Silver City.

Now, someone has shown them the way!

I can't just go back and report this to the chief. This information came from the Tarot Club, and Mr. Fool forbids me from talking about the Tarot Club with others, but I can't explain it if I don't tell him.

The thought of "the sun" made him feel extremely conflicted, unsure how to convey this important information to the higher-ups in Silver City.

"Don't overthink it, just become a high-level manager, that'll solve everything."

The silver-haired lady saw through Little Sun's dilemma and, based on her experience with NTRing the ancient sun god, offered a solution that would satisfy both sides.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the Tarot Club fell silent. Could such a simple and easily fooled guy really become a high-ranking member of Silver City?

"You're really good at this. Is that your reason for sidelining me?" Klein, the "Fool," twitched his lips almost imperceptibly.

After concluding this topic, the Tarot session moved into a free discussion.

During this time, "Sun" acted out of character and seriously asked "The Hanged Man" how to carry out various "schemes and tricks." Seeing everyone shaking their heads, they felt that this simple and honest guy was probably not coming back.

Finally, feeling spiritually drained, Klein ended the tarot gathering, quickly returned to the real world, and took a nap.

Because he was going to the East District, the factory district, in the afternoon to investigate which factories were suitable for producing bicycles.

(End of this chapter)