Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 375 The Fool: Isn't this my good brother Amon?

The "Hanged Man" seems to be in a good mood. Has something good happened to him, or has he received a financial boost?

Mr. World was still the same as always, gloomy and reserved, but he seemed to know Mr. Ron, and they seemed to be quite familiar with each other.

As she pondered this, "Justice" Audrey suddenly remembered the gentleman with a knack for comedy who lived at Mr. Ron's house.

No way, it must just be a coincidence.

Just as "Justice" was deep in thought, "The Hanged Man" tilted his head and looked at "The Fool" Klein, who was at the head of the table.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have obtained three pages of Russell's diary!"

A diary!? Russell's diary!? "The Magician" Fors instantly perked up, breaking free of his inhibitions, and pricked up his ears to eavesdrop.

Klein smiled and replied:

"What do you want to exchange it for?"

Glancing at the card covered by the "Fool" in Mr.'s hand, Alger, the "Hanged Man," suppressed his fervent desire and said:

"I'd like to know what card you have in your hand."

What a loser! What's so great about a blasphemous card? I have two, and one of them can even make your "Fool" kneel down and call you daddy.

The blond boy pursed his lips and then stopped paying attention to the ambitious but poor and rough man.

After carefully examining the beautiful and charming "Justice" lady, his golden eyes turned to "Magician" Fors.

Ron's eyes revealed obvious disdain and disappointment.

Hey, what did I do to you? What kind of look is that?

Faced with that look, the knowledgeable "magician" Fors immediately puffed out her chest. Although she was very unconvinced, she still managed to force a smile.

At least she's better than Hugh. Whether it's height or size, sometimes I have to thank her; at least she gave me confidence in some aspects.

"Um, Mr. Destiny, what can I do for you?"

Fors muttered to herself, then asked with some hesitation, worried that her true identity had been exposed.

"It's nothing, I just think you look familiar, and you have a literary air about you."

Yes, decadent literary atmosphere

Silently adding the second half of the sentence in his mind, the blond boy casually smoothed his hair, making Fors Wall, who always seemed to be invisible at every gathering, breathe a sigh of relief.

As long as it wasn't exposed, that's good.

But the next moment, a faint voice came, making her tremble as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

"You'd better keep your manuscript safe. I'll go see it myself later. Didn't anyone tell you not to describe the appearance of high-ranking people in detail or write their real names in the world of occultism?"

As soon as Ron uttered those words, "The Magician" instantly became the focus of everyone in the Tarot Club.

Feeling the blinding gazes and recalling the materials she had created a month ago because of an itchy hand, Fors felt completely numb.

Back then, who knew that this adorable and understanding boy was an ancient angel? Otherwise, she wouldn't have dared to do this even if she had ten lives, let alone write herself as the female lead.

Oh no, it seems Mr. Fool is looking this way too! We're doomed!

At that moment, the writer, Ms. Salty Fish, suddenly felt the threat of social death.

To use material from one's own novel to criticize someone at such a high-class party—what's the difference between that and killing her?!

"Mr. Destiny, those are just some discarded drafts. If you'd like to read them, I can write new ones."

As the saying goes, there is great terror between life and death, and Fors Wall was clearly forced to unleash his potential. He did not stutter at this moment and gave his explanation in fluent words, and even tried to conduct a dirty shady deal.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

The blond boy arrogantly tossed his head back, neither agreeing nor refusing, and shifted his gaze elsewhere, seemingly skipping over the topic.

Life is so boring, there always needs to be some spice. Ron didn't mind this erotic novelist doing this, otherwise why would he only release the manuscript a month later?

Ron had already read that manuscript. It was simply about a female writer who was lacking inspiration while writing, and how a boy would crawl under her skirt to provide her with a constant stream of inspiration.

It was cliché, but he certainly knew how to play it, and Ron Sothos acknowledged this kind of knowledge.

What exactly did Fors write? She seems so guilty; it's clear Mr. Ron was just teasing her and didn't really mean to blame her.

Just as Audrey was regretting not seeing the Hanged Man's shocked expression upon seeing the blasphemous card, she turned her head and looked at Fors Wall with a puzzled expression.

I could never guess why she was so guilty. After all, how could a simple and beautiful noble lady know what a filthy and despicable writer was thinking?

Judging from the little kid's appearance, the "magician's" profession, and her strange reactions, could she be writing something that can't be brought to light?

After ending the private conversation and witnessing everything, Mr. Fool muttered to himself. He ignored the commotion caused by the little brat and instead began to seriously examine Russell's long-lost diary.

The diary remained unchanged, captivating Mr. Fool, who read it with great interest.

The blond boy was clearly faster than Mr. Fool, and in just a moment he secretly and silently scanned all the content.

On April 21st, I saw the abyss.

abyss?

I remember the bearded man saying at that gathering that the situation there seemed quite bad, but it was just a matter of being powerless to struggle. The barrier was still safe, and the power of the Outer Gods invading was quite limited and wouldn't pose any threat to me.

Ron lowered his head in thought, keeping the matter in mind. Even if those Outer Gods could unleash angelic power, they would still be no match for even a single finger of his.

"Heh, you can begin now." After a while, "The Fool" Klein said with a light laugh, indicating that the party should proceed as planned.

Just then, Little Sun, who had been waiting for the transaction to proceed, raised his hand and hurriedly asked:

Have you seen this person before?

With the help of "The Fool" Klein, he materialized a clear image, and then, as if afraid that the Tarot group members wouldn't understand the cause of the matter, he continued without stopping:

"Last week, I went to explore the temple with Elder Lovia. Although we encountered some dangers along the way, these were all monsters and anomalies that are relatively common in the depths of the darkness."

"However, when we arrived at the temple, we met someone who could communicate normally."

Do you know who he is?

Upon seeing the portrait, Mr. Fool, who sat atop the gray fog, immediately recognized the figure: a wizard in a long robe, with black curly hair, a broad forehead, a pointed wizard's hat, and a monocle carved from crystal above his right eye.

Isn't this the brother Ammon who deceived him?

How come He is also in a land forsaken by God?

Does that mean anyone can find the land forsaken by God?

(End of this chapter)