Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 359 Do I, Klein, look like a greedy and lustful person? (3.5K)

"I accept this mission!"

Klein returned from the bathroom looking refreshed, seemingly having received a favorable divination result.

Faced with the detective's drastic change in attitude, Ron, leaning back on the soft sofa, pursed his lips, knowing that this guy had probably gone to "Source Castle" to have his fortune told.

The boy smoothed his long, golden hair, which was styled into a ponytail and went past his ears, and his brows relaxed as he answered loudly:

"Alright, as an advance payment, and to help you blend in more easily, I will give you the Faceless Man Potion and a whole set of dresses."

"You can try it on now to see if it fits."

No need for the little skirt, I can hear your scheme even above the gray fog...

Klein smirked inwardly, then saw Ron reach out and grab a thin glove from the void in front of him.

The gloves have a fine texture and are predominantly black. The material looks like human skin, and they are the last legacy of "Pirate General" Zilingus, writhing hunger.

Without saying a word, the blond boy slapped the corrupted creature hard across the face. The writhing, hungry creature trembled and curled up in a pitiful ball, struggling to spit out a dark black substance.

Although its exterior is black, it contains translucent faces that appear and disappear repeatedly. Klein only needs to glance at them to feel his head throb and his eyes dazzled.

"Spit out a little more!"

"Slap!" Another hard slap landed on the face. The human skin glove on the coffee table couldn't withstand the irresistible pressure and made a decision that went against its principles.

The palm of the glove split open into a bloody mouth, revealing two rows of white teeth. The writhing hunger twisted and trembled, eventually spitting out a large chunk of fresh flesh.

It can still vomit!?

Mr. Fool's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, because the human skin glove was behaving in a completely different way than what Mr. Hanged Man had described at the Tarot meeting.

Didn't they say they had to eat a living person every day? Didn't they say they would eat their master if they couldn't eat a living person?

How did something that was supposed to be high-class become so timid?

Ron ignored the devilish look in Klein's eyes. He simply stretched out his hands and began to manipulate the writhing, fresh flesh as if it were clay.

Suddenly, the fair, chubby little hand left trails of afterimages. Almost instantly, the mass of flesh and blood transformed into the blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter, black datura juice, dragon tooth grass powder, and three strands of hair from the Deep Sea Naga.

Holy crap! You can do that? This could save a ton of money!?

Mr. Fool stared in astonishment, his spiritual intuition telling him that these things that evolved from flesh and blood were real, not some kind of illusion, or merely a change in appearance.

"Interesting~"

Amon, who had his back to Klein, unconsciously turned around and stared intently at the scene, filled with curiosity.

I really want to steal this power and play with it...

The angel glanced furtively at Ron, but before he could act, his conscience suddenly ached, he clutched his chest, and collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Stealing from one's "old father" is truly a heinous crime.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Medici's dark red eyes gleamed as he clicked his tongue in amazement. Although he had already witnessed this creation-like power when Ron resurrected him, seeing it a second time still filled him with interest.

"Here, go make your own potion. They have some in the Container Restaurant."

The blond boy tossed all the materials to Klein, stretched, and looked quite tired.

"Can this really be used?" Klein was full of doubts.

"Are you an idiot? Can you please tell me you don't know how to do fortune telling? And would I possibly harm you?"

Ron arrogantly raised his head, reached out and grabbed the newspaper and the great detective's investigation report from the coffee table, wanting to return to his bedroom.

But at that moment, Klein raised his hand somewhat awkwardly.

"Ron, could you teach me some occult knowledge?"

Why are you all looking at me like that? You're all high-sequence beings, demigods. Is it so shameful for a "Sequence Seven" like me to ask this kind of question?

Feeling the strange gazes from the Time Angel and Medici, even Mr. Fool, with his thick skin, felt a little embarrassed.

It's quite an awkward situation, like being asked about exam scores by relatives and friends after returning home.

"I didn't realize there was an illiterate person in this house..."

The detective vaguely heard someone make a sarcastic remark.

"Amon, you go and teach him!"

The blond boy frowned and thought for half a second before handing the task over to Time Angel.

On one hand, he wanted to test the results of Amon's recent transformation to see if he would still deliberately harm people; on the other hand, it was just right for Him to teach Klein.

There are always some things in common between "Source Castle" and thieves.

……

Friday morning.

"The Air Pollution Investigation Committee has been established, and further plans have been made for reducing coal smoke emissions..."

"The Royal Opera House has received widespread acclaim in recent months for its departure from traditional, flamboyant performances, infusing more authenticity into each character. The following is a feature interview with renowned actress Shana Murphy..."

"The development of the times and the progress of society have led to more people losing their jobs. What will become of the workers' future...?"

"Shocking! A terrorist organization in the Southern Continent is actually claiming to establish a nation. Perhaps they have no idea how peaceful and wonderful life is under the rule of the Kingdom of Rune..."

The blond-haired boy, reclining in his armchair, finished scanning today's newspaper and casually picked up the investigation report that Klein had given him.

He pondered for a while, frowned slightly, and finally decided to go to that small bank to buy out the shares of Honest Man Steel Company.

In this era, industrial development is progressing rapidly, with heavy industries such as steel being of paramount importance.

In the southern continent, in those areas ruled by the "Rose School," even facilities like gas lamps were rare, which Ron found unbearable to look at.

Given these impoverished conditions, if it weren't for the existence of extraordinary individuals, the kingdoms of the Northern Continent would probably have already declared that it was their ancient land.

So why not use the existing facilities?

With just a little money, one can enjoy the most advanced facilities and achievements of a country over the past few centuries. Then, by setting up several companies, all the urgently needed resources can be transported back to one's own territory for development. It would be a wonderful thing.

What? There's a bill restricting the import and export of vital resources?

Have you ever seen a fist the size of a sandbag?

"Hmph, if it weren't for long-term development, I wouldn't even want to pay taxes!"

"I wonder if that poor bastard succeeded. I hope he doesn't succumb to the witch's temptations and end up in bed again."

The great being is diligent and far-sighted, and he is extremely concerned about his followers.

"Sharon, let's go to Charlas Bank."

"Stop right here."

The Faceless Man removed his hood, revealing a very handsome male face. Based on the Joker's ability to project his own face, Klein twitched the corner of his mouth.

Taking a deep breath, he no longer hesitated, got off the taxi, and followed the information route he had obtained through psychic communication to a detached house with a small lawn and garden.

Knock on the door three times with short, heavy knocks and two times with long, light knocks. After several tens of seconds, the door is opened from the inside.

The waiter nodded at the familiar, handsome man and said hurriedly, "Mr. Sivir, Madam is waiting for you."

"Okay, I understand!" Klein replied succinctly, striding forward with a somewhat impatient expression, showing that he couldn't wait.

But he had only gone halfway when he clearly paused.

Damn it! What if that witch tries to force herself on me? According to her character, I should just lie in bed and accept it obediently. Am I supposed to give in to her?

The Faceless Man realized the problem, and also realized that playing the role of the Faceless Man was probably not as simple as he had imagined.

Klein let out a soft breath and walked through the porch into a living room, where he saw Mrs. Jessica, dressed in a silk nightgown that revealed a large expanse of her fair skin, smiling gently at him.

Suppressing the instinctive reaction of blushing, Klein used the Joker's ability to control his muscles and expression, his eyes "greedily" observing every corner of the lady from top to bottom and left to right.

Pshaw~ Is this all there is to a witch? She's not even as cute as a little kid.

After observing for a while, the great detective gave an honest assessment in his mind.

To be honest, after living with Ron for so long, he had long since developed a strong resistance to this kind of thing. Did he really think that Klein was ignorant of witches?

Have you ever seen Mrs. Sharon's giant steamed bun?

"You did a great job on the task, come over and let me see!"

Jessica was quite pleased with that intrusive gaze from afar; clearly, the growing desire within her had led her to develop some secret fetishes.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, raised her legs and rubbed them together, openly displaying her witchy charm. At the same time, Klein, who was still at the doorway, suddenly became heavy-hearted, and an irresistible desire surged in his heart.

He rushed forward, taking three steps at a time, but halfway there, his mind, dominated by desire, suddenly cleared. Feeling the warm current coming from his chest, Klein showed no abnormality, but simply gripped the black glove on his right hand tightly.

Something's not right. I've seen witches before. I was able to withstand Mrs. Sharon's charms with a score of 0-21, so why did this one almost make me lose my mind?

His thoughts raced, and the great detective was now standing in front of Mrs. Jessica. His eyes were filled with lust, but he was constantly using meditation techniques to suppress the strange, surging desire.

Klein "eagerly" stretched out his right hand, gloved in black, and reached for the white, greasy thing that occupied his entire field of vision.

If this witch doesn't end her seduction, then he'll disregard his character and directly use his writhing hunger to speak his heart to Mrs. Jessica.

Anyway, infiltration is infiltration, and investigation is investigation. It's absolutely impossible for him to sell his body to obtain information!

"Heh, you little pervert~"

Just as the black gloves were about to reach his chest, Jessica giggled and slapped Klein's hand. At the same time, she ended her seduction and looked at Klein, whose face was flushed, with amusement, as if she enjoyed seeing his pained expression of unfulfilled desires.

As expected, the Witch Cult is rightly called an evil organization; who could withstand such treatment?

Suppressing the urge to twitch his lips, the former Night Watcher gained a deeper understanding of just how evil the witches could be.

But just then, before Klein could recover, he suddenly saw a Rune coin falling from a great height, about to hit the ground.

The gold coins spun in the air, producing a crisp, pleasant sound.

Without any hesitation, before Jessica could even use this opportunity to succumb to her stinginess, the great detective grabbed the Rune coin. This smooth and effortless movement stunned the "Pleasure Witch," who never expected there to be such a greedy fellow.

As he caught the gold coin and rubbed his fingers together, Klein suddenly noticed Mrs. Jessica's strange gaze.

"Cough, just a conditioned reflex. I thought it was some fragile item."

He gave an awkward laugh and tossed the gold coin back into the witch's arms, indicating that he was upright and honest and definitely not someone who liked to take advantage of others.

"Ha, what a lecherous and greedy fellow~"

Seeing Klein's performance, Jessica nodded with satisfaction. She wasn't actually very satisfied with this subordinate she had secretly cultivated, but he had completed his recent tasks exceptionally well.

Therefore, she doesn't mind getting to know the other person better and figuring out his personality so that she can control him more effectively.

(End of this chapter)