Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 370 Amon: Those who understand me are the "fools" (3.3K)

"Perhaps we could start a new company called Tarot Instruments LLC, or Fool's Instruments, or Destiny Instruments."

Hearing the names the noble lady had chosen, Ron gave a helpless twitch of his lips.

Audrey Hall is great in every way, except that she's a little lacking in intelligence in one area.

"I've already set up the company, and the name is decided. It will be called Bicycle Limited Liability Company, or Bicycle Equipment."

Ron shrugged and decided to stick with this name, so the business wouldn't sound like that poor guy's business.

"bicycle?"

"This doesn't seem to fit Backlund's style; to use Rosell's words, it feels a bit old-fashioned, or even a bit rigid."

The blonde, blue-eyed woman tilted her head and looked at Ron with a hint of curiosity, but she couldn't detect any trace of his stern demeanor on his face.

In Ruen, a country that values ​​substance, no one would name a company so directly.

For example, anthracite cannot be called anthracite; it must be called Coim. Although the two names have little to do with each other, the latter sounds more sophisticated and subtle.

Ah, who else could it be but your great Mr. "Fool"?

"I think this is more direct. Well, we've discussed everything that needed to be discussed, and nothing has been left out. Let's proceed according to what we've agreed upon."

Ron muttered to himself, not wanting to discuss the topic any further, and unilaterally ended the confidential business exchange.

Over the past two hours, the unexpected arrival of the noble lady has perfectly resolved the issues of bicycle sales and store setup, which Ron is happy to see, as it means that the ultimate goal will be achieved sooner.

Throughout Backlund, the Hall family's businesses were scattered all over the land, making them incredibly wealthy—a level of wealth that no poor person could even imagine.

In any case, making money is all that matters. Industries related to people's livelihoods are not important. What's important is to let the Southern Continent skip the process of primitive resource accumulation.

"No problem, Mr. Ron. We can conduct an on-site inspection next week. It would be a pleasure to cooperate with you!"

Yes, to paraphrase Emperor Roselle, this is what it means to achieve glory through hard work. Audrey, you are no longer a little girl who can only rely on your parents.

Faced with her first entrepreneurial venture, the noble lady was undoubtedly very excited and couldn't wait to take office and become the domineering CEO often seen in novels and magazines.

No. Judging from the results of the discussion, Mr. Ron, the president, is already so rich, so why does he still need to start a business? Could this also be Mr. Fool's order?

As thoughts flashed through her mind, Audrey's expression suddenly became somewhat strange, as she felt that Ron was a little too "approachable".

Ron is a figure only recorded in myths and legends, and now he not only owns property, but is even starting a business!

The subtly crumbling imagery of this myth was so beautiful that it truly opened Audrey's eyes, who had received a traditional theological education from a young age.

Just then, the "mind reader's" tiny ears twitched slightly, as if it had heard some subtle sounds that ordinary people could not notice.

"Can you let go? I've already promised to help you."

Are you scared?

"Ha, your provocation won't work on me. I am the King of Angels."

"Give me a break, you?"

And you, the King of Angels, have been humiliated to this extent, reduced to begging me, the "Fool," to stand up for you? Aren't you ashamed?

Klein smirked, ignoring Amon's feeble attempts to justify himself.

He released his grip on the classic wizard's robe and stormed out of the corridor, heading straight for Ron, who was still on the sofa on the first floor, determined to teach him a lesson.

Not only did he arbitrarily beat and kill servants, harass maids, and exploit workers, but he also took pride in these acts. This goes beyond just being a mischievous character.

They must be properly educated, and severely disciplined!

To maintain world peace, Mr. Fool has an inescapable duty.

Klein moved quickly and arrived in the living room on the first floor in the blink of an eye.

However, the moment he saw the sofa, Mr. Fool stopped abruptly, his heart skipping a beat.

Is this... a witch?

Wait, I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...

Isn't that Miss Justice from the Tarot Club? What's she doing here? Does she know Ron?!

Klein's blocked thoughts suddenly became incredibly clear. He was taken aback and stood there, stunned, forgetting his original purpose.

No wonder they were exchanging glances at each other during the tarot reading...

Wait, am I really being sidelined?!

At this moment, Mr. Fool suddenly felt a toothache, because in his view, under normal circumstances, everyone in the Tarot Club should be strangers to each other, each developing their own network of contacts. When there is any action, they can cooperate with each other and reach a tacit understanding, so that the enemy will not notice any trace.

"Good morning. The weather today is as bad as usual, it even feels like a foggy dream."

Klein stepped forward and gave a very polite bow. He did not choose to reprimand the brat immediately, intending to save him some face.

"Tch, what are you pretending to be, acting all high and mighty...?"

You motherfucker!

"Shut up!"

The imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Just because he gives Ron face doesn't mean Ron will give him face.

Upon hearing this provocation, the great detective's forehead creased with anger, and he felt another surge of blood rush to his head. He took two deep breaths and barely managed to suppress his rage. Out of consideration for the noble lady, he decided not to punish this increasingly presumptuous brat.

"What? Am I wrong? Someone as poor as you..."

However, Ron continued his incessant chatter, but Klein, who was prepared, stepped forward and roughly covered the source of the noise.

"Sorry, please excuse my poor manners. This guy is just like that; he always finds pleasure in mocking others and lacks proper upbringing."

The great detective smiled politely, causing Audrey Hall, who was already dumbfounded, to nod blankly like a puppet.

"Um...should I avoid this area?"

As she spoke, she weakly raised her hand and said somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh, no need. This is the perfect time to get to know each other!"

This will show you what a brat really is, so you won't be completely fooled by him.

Klein cursed inwardly, then could no longer contain his anger at being deceived by Amon. Under the astonished gaze of the noble lady, he grabbed the boy's blond hair and pressed him down onto the sofa.

With a sharp "smack," a hand slapped hard across the blond boy's soft yet firm buttocks.

well played!

Inside the villa, the vengeful spirits and evil spirits reflected in the mirror cheered inwardly.

...I must be hallucinating, Goddess, no, Mr. Fool, is the world changing too fast, or am I just too old-fashioned? Why are there always new things shattering my understanding...?

Based on Mr. Ron's past behavior and his inappropriate taunts just now, I can only say, well done. This gentleman is right, he does indeed lack some manners...

Audrey put one hand to her forehead, and surprisingly, she quickly accepted this absurdly chaotic scene.

However, what puzzled her was the origin of this suddenly appearing gentleman, who could educate Mr. Ron in such a parental manner.

"You poor wretch, are you crazy?!"

Ron was completely dumbfounded, clearly not expecting Klein to pull this stunt.

I only made a few sarcastic remarks, how dare you treat me like this?!

"Shut your foul mouth!"

Another crisp, loud bang resounded, the immense force causing Ron's soft buttocks to tremble violently. Audrey, who was only a few meters away, didn't know whether to look, avoid it, or pretend to faint gracefully.

However, her furtive shifting emerald eyes and the way she glanced around out of the corner of her eye betrayed her.

"Ron, I'm asking you, do you frequently exploit or beat the servants in your household?!"

Klein roared, startling Ron, who was about to get up and rebel against the Heavenly Gang.

"Yes, that's right!"

The blond boy was so self-righteous and unrepentant that it made Klein grit his teeth in anger.

"You're quite proud of yourself!"

"Isn't Amon's life a life too!? Aren't the lives of his clones lives too!?"

Another "snap" sound, a crisp sound that warmed Amon's heart.

As expected of my good brother Amon, what you said was absolutely right, every word resonated with me!

"Ha, what an easy fool. I haven't seen such a stupid guy in a long time..."

What are you talking about? When did Amon's life become a life?!

"Those are all clones, extraordinary abilities, the same as secret puppets. What are you doing?"

"I paid them, and they ate the finest ingredients and drank Olmere red wine. What's wrong with me making them do some work?!"

"I'm telling you, it's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Ron was puzzled by the detective's perplexing behavior, and he felt that someone was sowing discord behind this anomaly.

There is only one person in this villa who fits the image of a treacherous villain: Amon, the god of mischief!

"..."

What?! The servants here drink olmir like water, and I actually pity them?

I should have thought of that... but why was I so blinded by greed just now, not realizing it at all...?

Upon hearing Ron's words, Klein was dumbfounded. Why would he, someone who drinks sweet iced tea, pity someone who drinks Olmir's red wine every day?

The other party was way ahead of him in terms of class.

Still angry, Klein felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He awkwardly tugged at the corners of his mouth, unable to believe that he had been so easily deceived.

"Okay, you pass this test!"

Although he felt a little guilty at this moment, Mr. Fool stubbornly maintained his composure and continued to shout angrily:

"Did you cut your workers' wages when you opened the factory?!"

Even the other factory owners couldn't stand it anymore, and they were all criticizing you!

This was the part that Klein found most unacceptable. He had seen it all in the East District, especially when he was doing investigations with reporter Mike…

However, before the great detective could finish feeling self-satisfied, a newspaper was suddenly shoved in his face.

"Look for yourself. If you can't read, I can read it to you!"

"Klein, I see in you that shameful, meager, and useless trust!"

The blond boy stopped struggling and instead showed a mocking expression.

It was as if they were determined to see how this brainless guy would get out of this mess.

Upon seeing the newspaper, Klein pursed his lips, then suddenly realized something was amiss, as if he was only now realizing that something had just happened.

The factory owners' accusations against Ron would inevitably have to be made public, and how come I hadn't thought to check the newspapers earlier... It was that feeling of not realizing it, or being blinded by greed.

Klein took a deep breath and turned his head expressionlessly, only to find that Amon, who should have been following behind him, had already disappeared.

Ah Meng has misled me!

(End of this chapter)