Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 377 Mr. Men followed closely behind (3.3K)

In Klein's view, the little brat was undoubtedly a huge spendthrift.

They can rattle off so much knowledge and so many secrets without ever considering the value of this information, and they give it all away for free.

They have absolutely no sense of how to manage a household.

Upon closer reflection, Mr. Fool's heart actually felt a slight ache.

However, from another perspective, as someone who gets something for free, he still really admires Ron's fearless spirit of sharing.

But it is clear that Klein does not possess this spirit.

This is what they call involution, and he silently grumbled to himself, adding that it even comes with freebies.

As expected of a gathering of gods and angels, the other members also seemed quite extraordinary, as they were able to easily resolve my questions.

"Okay." Fors was overjoyed.

At this moment, "the world" asked in a low, hoarse voice:

"Do you want someone else to know, or should I just say it out loud?"

After a few seconds of consideration, the "magician" said something that surprised Audrey and the others:

"Just say it."

In Fors's view, her question was of no help to others. If Mr. "World" had missed anything, she could exchange it for the same chapter of "Spirit World Encounters" from other members.

She believes this is more important.

"The World" showed no surprise, and said in a deep, hoarse voice:

"In the Fourth Age, the 'Apprentice' path was controlled by the Abraham family, and later flowed into the Tamara family, with whom they had a long-term marriage alliance. In the Fifth Age, which is the current age, the 'Gnostic Society' also has 'Apprentice' and 'Master Trickster' potion recipes, which are widely believed to be related to the Abraham and Tamara families. Of course, some people suspect that the 'Gnostic Society' is actually a 'Witch Cult' in disguise."

The deep, hoarse voice paused, then, as if remembering something, added:

"It is said that the Abraham family has long suffered from a blood curse and has had to live in scattered places to avoid the danger."

Bloodline curse?

"The Magician" Fors' eyes widened instantly as he thought of his own predicament.

Every full moon or blood moon, I hear those terrifying murmurs that seem to pierce my soul.

Do you experience some discomfort for a few days each month?

At this moment, Ron, who was pondering how to deal with Amon's true form, suddenly brightened up and looked at the erotic novelist as if he had seen a treasure.

The description of "the world" reminded him of Mr. Door, and he saw some visions from the future.

This made the blond boy realize that a useless writer was not entirely worthless; at least he still had some value.

Hmm? Isn't it normal for women to have those few days every month...?

"The Magician" Fowles was taken aback, but then he realized what the angel meant.

He asked me if I also suffer from the "bloodline curse" every month? How thoughtful of him, he didn't ask directly, leaving me with a secret...

Looking at the people in the Tarot Club, Fowles suddenly felt that Ron was also a very good angel, at least he could consider the feelings of others.

"Yes, I do feel unwell for a few days every month..."

In order not to disappoint this kind offer, Fowles gave a vague reply, which made the Tarot Club members both enlightened and frown, wondering what they were thinking.

However, Fors didn't care, because she believed that the angel would understand what she meant.

Upon hearing this, Ron scratched his head and rubbed his chin, finally muttering:

"Looks like you need to drink more hot water..."

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Fors Wall froze on the spot, suddenly feeling ashamed and realizing that he had probably, perhaps, possibly been tricked.

You can know a person's face but not their heart; Emperor Roselle was right after all. How could someone who seemed so innocent have turned out like this?

"Well, what I mean is that whenever there's a full moon, I also suffer from a curse that comes from who-knows-where."

"Do you have any methods to avoid this kind of impact?"

After hesitating for only a few seconds, "Magician" Fors finally decided to confess his "illness" and see if this magical angel had any remedies.

Anyway, it's not exactly a secret, and if she wants to resolve it at the Tarot meeting, she can't hide it any longer.

Moreover, she would feel very embarrassed if she had to trouble Mr. Fool every full moon.

It turns out that Fors is a member of the Abraham family. You would never guess that she comes from such an ancient family. "Justice" Audrey's eyes widened slightly, as if she had just realized her friend's extraordinary identity.

"As far as I know, the one who uttered the full moon murmur was an ancestor of the Abrahamic family. If you want to resolve the murmur, you must first resolve it!"

That's like saying nothing at all. It only adds to my stress and serves no other purpose. If you're so capable, why don't you go try it yourself?

As soon as the blond boy paused, the "magician" sighed inwardly, feeling hopeless about life and thinking he might as well continue to languish.

"I can help you solve this, but you must bear certain risks!"

Ignoring what the "magician" was thinking, Ron continued as if nothing had happened.

If we can bring Mr. Door back to the real world, then the three paths of the "Lord of Mysteries" plus the Source Essence will all fall into our hands. At that time, we can rest easy and not worry about the threat of the Dead Ghost.

Even if "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" were to fully awaken in another Sequence Two, it would still be no match for itself. If it dared to merge, Ron would follow its characteristics and directly deal with the newly awakened old Tianzun.

Thus, the task of pressing down the coffin lid was half successful. The only remaining enemies worth considering were the fleeing narcissist and the old sow entrenched on the moon.

With this thought, Ron suddenly felt that the future was bright, and the layers of obstacles seemed to vanish like passing clouds.

"Think it over carefully. If you're timid and scared, I won't force you."

Ron spoke in a friendly tone, without a trace of pretense, but his words still maintained their characteristic style, leaving Fowles Wall thoroughly speechless.

"Um, Mr. Fate, may I ask if there's any danger?"

He cautiously raised his hand and asked somewhat hesitantly.

"I can guarantee your life, but I can't guarantee you won't be contaminated. You're still too weak. If you were a demigod..."

That would be a suitable offering...

Adding the most important point to his mind, the blond boy still kindly left a sliver of room for maneuver. He withdrew his gaze from the author of the erotic novel and began to plot in his mind how to capture Amon and take him away in one fell swoop.

Kill him?

I felt a little reluctant, after all, he was the son of the ancient sun god who was adopted by him.

Do you just beat them half to death and take away their uniqueness and special characteristics?

This can be!

Hmph, the true Creator is quite clever... worried that I would be ruthless, so He simply gave me His Son?

Looking at the little brat who was once again spacing out and seemingly lost in thought, "The Fool" Klein felt like his head was about to explode.

Mr. Men… I remember Rosell’s diary saying that He lacked reverence for the true gods and believed that He was not much inferior to them… In the context of fantasy cultivation novels, His level would at least be “the pinnacle of the Great Perfection of the King of Angels”…

And Ron actually dared to make a move against Him. Even if the little brat wasn't an ordinary angel, but rather an angel king with two Sequence One or unique titles, He still couldn't defeat Him. At best, it would be a draw...

Is Mr. Men not feeling well, and Ron is trying to take advantage of him? Wouldn't that be too despicable?

Forget it... He's not really stupid anyway, he certainly won't be the first to go in if there's danger, so I don't need to worry about him...

When it comes to understanding Ron, Klein is second to none. With his intelligence, he is definitely not the kind of reckless extraordinary person like the hot-tempered old pigeon.

Ultimately, becoming a demigod is simply a matter of my weakness; I must continue to advance in rank regardless.

Fors, the "Magician," was speechless for a moment, but she didn't dwell on it too much. Now that she had Mr. Fool's protection, she could try to advance to the higher sequence step by step.

Well, Mr. "Fate" also said at the last gathering that the Blasphemous Tablet is in His hands, and the subsequent recipes can be purchased from Him. The only problem now is whether my impoverished wallet can handle it; I need to start a new book!

Having figured this out, her tense body relaxed considerably, and she immediately began purchasing the extraordinary materials "Stomach of a Soul Eater" and "Blood of a Deep-Sea Tuna," receiving exciting news in return.

"Madam 'Magician,' we collected some of the Soul Eaters' stomachs during our recent exploration."

The simple, honest voice of Little Sun seemed to radiate light, bringing a surge of joy to the dejected author, Salty Fish.

"Okay, what do you need in exchange?"

Fors asked in surprise.

The Sun Priest's potion recipe.

Audrey, who had witnessed all of this, muttered to herself.

"I want the potion recipe for the Solar Path Sequence Seven 'Sun Priest'."

As "Sun" Derrick spoke, his gaze subtly drifted towards the blond boy who was lost in thought, and the yearning look in his eyes conveyed its meaning to all the members of the gathering without needing much explanation.

"Uh, Mr. Sun, a Sequence Seven potion recipe isn't worth the same as a Soul Eater's stomach."

A Soul Eater's stomach costs 300 pounds, while a Sequence 7 potion recipe costs a whopping 700 pounds, which she can't afford right now.

"I can give you many stomachs of spirit eaters."

Little Sun wasn't willing to take advantage of this, so it honestly compensated for the unequal value with quantity.

In Silver City and the Forsaken Land, there are often some problems, namely that certain extraordinary materials can only be stored in the warehouse and cannot be used further.

Extraordinary materials are unsold, please help us!

Ron clearly noticed this and thought it seemed like a huge business opportunity. He turned his head to look at the eager little sun.

"Mr. Sun, you can exchange any extraordinary materials of equal value for potion recipes directly with me. Miss Magician, you can buy them directly from me."

The blond boy paused for a moment, then sincerely made a request.

"Gentlemen, I need all sorts of extraordinary materials or magical items; I'll take them all, no matter what kind!"

"Mr. 'Sun,' don't you want to become a high-ranking official in Silver City? This is a great opportunity. You can exchange with me for all sorts of things Silver City needs, and because of your role, your status in Silver City will definitely rise, and eventually becoming the chief is not out of the question!"

Ron Sothos, who was the leader of a major power, gave a suggestion that no one expected. In fact, Ron collected these mainly for the benefit of his subordinate forces, and at present, only Silver City had the willingness and ability to trade these extraordinary materials and items.

After all, you can't have all your subordinates be mutants, can you?

(End of this chapter)