Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 393 The Black Emperor lives at 67 Williams Street! (3.5K)

Thursday morning.

Klein stared blankly at the little kid running around the mansion, wondering what Ron was up to.

Hmm, and they seem to be getting increasingly rude. They didn't even greet me when they saw me. Is it easy for you to deliver goods in the middle of the night? Couldn't you have waited until daytime...?

The detective was clearly not in good spirits, and he looked quite tired.

"Don't worry about him. I don't know what he did last night that angered the maid. He's been crying in his room for hours."

The Red Angel evil spirit floated over, hesitated for a moment, then chose a bottle of real wine and poured a glass to entertain the guests who had just taken their seats.

???

You've never been this good to me before!

Upon hearing Soren Einhorn Medici's words, Klein's first reaction was surprise, followed by deep confusion.

Logically speaking, given Ron's proud and aloof personality, he shouldn't apologize, but judging from the current situation, it seems he's using a small cake...

"Ha, I made the cake; its role was merely to act as a deliveryman!"

Seemingly noticing Klein's confusion, the War Angel curled his lip in disdain.

For a scoundrel like Ron, apologizing after a prank is absolutely out of the question.

Even though He, the Red Angel, had been serving Ron for several months, he still hadn't seen the little brat show any remorse after his pranks, which made Medici often suspect that this guy was actually just a larger version of Amon.

He has a thorough understanding of human nature, but is incapable of empathy. He appears approachable, but in reality, he just finds it amusing.

"It's clear that Ron trusts your skills and enjoys this lively place."

"I remember when I first met Him, He always had an air of being out of place in this world, but now..."

He seems to have integrated a little too much...

Klein muttered to himself, not knowing what to say, so he could only offer a very hypocritical compliment from another angle.

The kid was naughty, but not to the point of being universally hated.

"Perhaps."

Red Angel let out a helpless sigh, dismissing the great detective's flattery.

He's tormenting us, not you...

"The witch cult's gathering begins tonight. What are your plans?"

"Should we infiltrate and capture the White Saintess directly, or report her to the three major churches and apprehend her on her escape route?"

The Red Angel Witch is in pretty good shape. Although it still lacks the extraordinary traits of the Hunter Path, the Sequence 4 Witch is still sufficient.

Combining traps and ambushes might just be the way to deal with a Sequence 3.

In fact, I don't want to choose either one. You take the dangerous fights, and I'll take the safe interrogation and intelligence gathering...

"I'll sneak in and see if I can distract the White Saintess, then you can take control of her."

"If we report it to the church, we can't be sure if the actions of the three major churches will alert the Witch Cult. Secret organizations are always on high alert when it comes to the church. If there is any disturbance, our plan will be ruined."

That would kill a lot of people, and the clues to the kidnapping would be cut off. Would I be dressed as a woman again?

However, there may be an even simpler way.

Klein glanced at Ron, who was busy carrying small cakes, and a bold idea popped into his head.

To be honest, if it weren't for the interference of the paper angels from Source Castle, he really wouldn't have been confident in impersonating a demigod's subordinate right under his nose.

Upon hearing this, Medici smiled confidently and said:

"Heh, don't worry, it's a conspiracy, no one will find out."

"Kid, I owe you a favor. Once I regain my true nature, I'll beat up whoever you want!"

Faced with this great opportunity to get a group photo, Klein shrugged noncommittally.

At that moment, he felt more and more that this world was truly magical, and he also felt more and more that Leonard was, in a way, "his words became law".

Look at the kind of people who have gathered around him in less than half a year since he transmigrated here.

Unfortunately, these are just opportunities to take photos together; asking for help will likely come at a price.

"The protagonist of this era truly lives up to his name; perhaps even the Great Emperor would be the same if he were to transmigrate here."

Outside a three-story detached house in Queens.

Night fell silently. Klein put the mirror containing the Red Angel into his pocket, and amidst the snickers, he strode quickly toward the place where the Witch Cult was gathered.

Taunting is perhaps an indispensable form of entertainment for hunters. Even though Klein has grasped the true meaning of the "Faceless Man" and understands more thoroughly that cross-dressing is just an identity and a role, he still cannot escape the sneers that make people extremely angry.

Laugh, laugh, laugh your sister!

It's just wearing high heels and a skirt, and using some kind of secret technique to fill in your breasts, what's so funny about that?

"Oh, this is only temporary. I can still stand up in the restroom."

Are you even capable of this? You're just laughing like this.

The detective, unable to contain himself any longer, muttered a retort, successfully silencing the jarring laughter.

Taking a deep breath and calming herself, Jessica arrived in front of the house and, with the help of the red angel in the mirror and following the information she had received through psychic communication, placed her palm on a specific piece of glass.

Suddenly, the glass became dark and gloomy, and an unsettling atmosphere filled the air. Accompanied by a strange, unsettling feeling that seemed to come from nowhere, Klein stood frozen, not daring to move.

rustling.

An unsettling sound came from behind Klein, a sound like a breeze rustling through grass, or something chewing on something.

I hope we haven't been discovered. I remember when I was asking questions through psychics, checking my identity didn't take this long.

At this moment, Klein couldn't help but waver, worried that the undercover operation might be coming to an end before it even began.

I stood frozen in place for a full ten seconds, when the gaze that seemed to have come from nowhere abruptly vanished, and the door to the house beside me clicked open.

Without any hesitation, Klein pretended to be very familiar with the place, opened the door, and went straight in.

If there had been a problem, Medici, hidden in the mirror, would have surely reminded him. Klein had quite a bit of confidence in a former King of Angels.

The main reason is that the Joker's precognitive abilities didn't activate, although it's also possible that they were interfered with by something higher.

Muttering to himself, Klein finally saw the interior of the house through the darkness.

Unlike the dark, silent, and deserted scene seen through the glass from the outside, Klein was immediately greeted by a bright light as soon as he entered.

Of course, this can't be blamed on him, because a dozen long, white legs would receive the same treatment no matter where they are.

"Jessica, I heard that the outpost you were in charge of was wiped out by the 'Black Emperor.' What a relief, sister, I didn't see any news about you in the newspapers..."

A witch dressed scantily, revealing large expanses of delicate, fair skin, stepped forward. Her eyes were azure, like a clear sky, and her beautiful face exuded a reassuring kindness. As soon as she reached Klein's side, she grabbed a handful of his fake breasts.

???

Seriously, are all witches this shameless?!

And weren't you all here to report on work? Why are you all dressed like this?!

The detective, who was a virgin in both his previous and current lives, suddenly sensed something was wrong and felt a chill run down his spine.

He quickly pushed away the unfamiliar witch who came over to greet him, and looked past her to the group of scantily clad witches behind him, who were originally men turned witches, huddled together in twos and threes.

Damn, no way, you guys are even better at this than Rosell...

Damn it, this witch cult is clearly a den of sissies! This kind of evil cult must be eradicated as soon as possible, otherwise it will cause immense harm to people!

At that moment, Klein seemed to realize something, forced a smile, and replied in a feigned bad mood:

"Leave me alone!"

"I'm going to see the White Saintess; I have important information to report to her."

"I've found the Black Emperor's true identity and address!"

"Black Emperor!? Are you sure!?"

Although Klein's voice was not loud, it attracted the attention of all the witches present. Witches of different styles and beautiful appearances all looked at him, like different flowers, which was pleasing to the eye.

They're all men, they're all men, they're all men.

Looking at this scene of flowers in full bloom, Klein's heart almost stopped beating. He kept silently chanting in his mind and using meditation techniques to stay calm.

"Of course I'm sure, otherwise why would I be here today just to be punished?"

Mr. Faceless answered firmly and resolutely, without the slightest hint of guilt.

"Jessica, Lady Katarina wants to see you."

Just then, a gentle voice rang out, and Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

This means that the other party temporarily trusts him and has not seen through his identity.

"Go in by yourself. Lady Katarina has been waiting for you."

Follow the maid to the second floor, and push open one of the doors as indicated.

As soon as the not-so-heavy door was pushed open, a faint fragrance wafted out, causing Klein, who had already transformed into "Jessica," to blush unconsciously.

"You're saying you've found the Black Emperor's true identity?"

"Children who lie will be punished!"

Ignoring his inner complaints and trying to relieve the heat, the great detective's gaze was instantly drawn to the figure reclining in the armchair.

She had black hair and blue eyes, and was pure and beautiful. She wore a simple and holy white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing her flawless legs. Her skin was as white as snow and as tender as a young girl's, and she had an indescribable charm.

Jessica swallowed twice, feigning interest, then lowered her head, gave a smile, and replied in an eager tone:

"The Black Emperor is at 67 Williams Street."

"According to my investigation, the holder possesses a blasphemous card created by Emperor Roselle, and isn't particularly powerful; otherwise, there would be no need for him to use the blasphemous card!"

"Your Highness, I believe we should act quickly, retaliating against them while also seizing the Plume!"

Klein's words startled Medici, who was hiding in the mirror. He hadn't expected this seemingly simple-minded guy to have so many bad ideas.

This guy is a real waste that he's not a hunter; how come he's so good at stirring up trouble?

The thought of the little brat looking constipated if the plan actually succeeded made Medici roll around with joy.

Whether this behavior is a trap for Ron or not is irrelevant. What difference does it make if it is? He has long disliked that brat, so this is just a lesson for him!

"What, a blasphemous card?"

Hearing Klein's words, Katrina Pelle, who was smiling and looking at him with the intention of giving him a good lesson, was also stunned for a moment. The look of surprise lingered on her face. She did not expect that this incompetent subordinate would bring such valuable information.

Are you sure?

She sat up, suppressing her amusement and astonishment, and looked directly at her subordinate standing in the doorway.

"Your Highness, I am certain that the Blasphemy Card is said to possess divine-level anti-divination and anti-prophecy abilities. Given your power, you can perform a divination to confirm this."

Klein's smile curved upwards again, his smile through Jessica's eyes so beautiful that it completely concealed the despicable and shameless nature of the fortune teller.

"Very well, I'll give it a try. If you lie to me, you should know what your fate will be!"

(End of this chapter)