Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 397 Amon's Attentiveness Is Either Malicious or Stealous (3K)

"Ron, do you know where there are mermaids?"

After a period of mental exhaustion, Klein composed himself, sat down in front of the blond boy, and adopted the professional posture of a famous detective, attempting to glean information for free.

Having spent so much time in Backlund, he could be considered somewhat well-known.

"I know!"

At this moment, Wilon Seidin, who had stopped crying, raised his hand in a very childish manner, just like a student in elementary school.

Be serious, shouldn't you lean back, adopt a relaxed posture, and look at me with a smile in this situation?

Upon seeing this, Klein could no longer suppress his complaints, but at the same time, he felt a sense of relief.

If the members of the Tarot Club were familiar with what the high-ranking people in this world are like, then the pretentious "Fool" would probably have been exposed long ago.

"Hmph, Klein, it's been so long since we last met, I didn't expect you to resort to such petty tricks!"

The blond boy had that arrogant demeanor, letting out a haughty hum and immediately launching into a sarcastic remark, regardless of whether it was true or not.

After glancing up at the great detective's helpless expression, Ron continued:

"Some mermaids worship the goddess of the night. Perhaps you can be reinstated and turn yourself in to the church of the night, but I don't know if your 6000 pounds will be returned."

Upon hearing this, Klein's expression froze. Without thinking, he immediately asked:

"And what about the other part?"

"Then you'll have to go into the sea. You might encounter wild mermaids on the route from the Cargas Islands to the depths of the Sunia Sea. There's also a chance of finding them in the unexplored, dangerous waters."

Ron pouted and shrugged helplessly.

Can't you speak properly? What do you mean by "going into business"?! You're the one who's going into business, your whole family is going into business!

Furious, Klein picked up the glass and downed the blood-red liquid in one gulp, then nodded in a pretentious manner.

"My next plan is to digest the Faceless Man's potion, and then I might go to sea to find mermaids and advance to become a Master of Puppets."

"I guess it'll be around the Lunar New Year. To be honest, I don't think I need to stay in Backlund any longer, but playing the role of a faceless man in a big city with its complex interpersonal relationships is better than going to sea, right?"

What do you think?

Before he knew it, he was seeking Ron's opinion.

"This is your business. Make your own decision. You are not my subordinate, so you don't need to report your plans to me."

"Have a safe voyage, and don't get eaten by a sea monster!"

……

Eat your sister's ass! Can't you say something nice?!

As he walked home alone, Klein unconsciously muttered to himself about Ron's seemingly helpful but actually provocative words.

To be honest, after realizing that he no longer needed to stay in Backlund, he wanted to leave immediately to find the mermaid.

However, the Faceless Man's potion hasn't been digested yet, so it's a bit too early to set sail now. Besides, there won't be any more gatherings of extraordinary beings in Backlund at sea.

Sigh... I have to get rid of some things I don't need. It all comes down to being poor...

He rummaged through his wallet and saw that he had less than three hundred pounds in change. This was all the money Klein had, just like when he first arrived in Backlund, not a penny more or less.

The hunger pangs are indeed effective, but they're also incredibly expensive. Even with a heavily discounted price, it's still £10,000. How many years of commissions would I have to make to afford that...?

Gathering his thoughts, Klein stuffed his wallet back into his pocket and began to think about how to get more money to cover the fare for his voyage.

Selling shares in the bicycle company?

It's not that bad yet.

The trait obtained from selling "Black Emperor"?

However, selling the witch's traits at an extraordinary gathering would attract unwanted attention, and no one would want them at a tarot gathering.

Does she really have to continue selling her body (for commissions)?

After walking for a while, just as Klein was thinking about how to digest the potion and how to make money, he suddenly saw a figure under the street lamp ahead.

The figure wore a pointed wizard's hat and a classic wizard's robe, with a monocle over his right eye. He was leaning against a streetlamp, holding a bottle of wine, as if waiting for someone.

Seriously? Are all angels this tasteless? They even tried to ambush me halfway through my journey...

Upon seeing this, Klein felt a tightness in his anus and immediately turned back, deciding to stay at Ron's house for the night.

He never expected that even the seemingly high-class Time Angel would be so arrogant.

"Heh, why are you leaving? I'm not going to hit you."

"Are you scared? To be honest, even a dog in Backlund is better than you. If I wanted to attack you, you would have become my clone long ago!"

Under the streetlights, Shi Tianshi adjusted his monocle, and a solid white light reflected off the lens.

"What do you mean?"

Klein stopped in his tracks, ignoring the sarcasm, and immediately retorted with a question.

"It's nothing, I just saw you were troubled and wanted to help you out."

"Do you want to digest magic potions? Do you want to make money? I have a brilliant idea..."

Friday, 8:00 AM.

"Are you sure that if I transform into your appearance and work for you, I can digest the magic potion?"

Outside the bicycle production workshop at Honest Steelworks, Klein, dressed in a blue worker's uniform, almost laughed in anger when he heard Amon's idea. He abruptly turned his head, wanting to go back to continue working on the commission.

Do I look like someone who's easy to fool? If I were to become like you, wouldn't I just be walking right into your mouth?

Although he didn't know what the King of Angels' purpose was, Klein had a feeling that He had some kind of ulterior motive.

"Hey, don't go, I really want to help you."

Seeing that the detective, whom he had finally managed to persuade, didn't believe him, Amon immediately stepped forward, put his arm around his shoulder, and earnestly advised him:

"Don't always listen to what others say about me; they're all rumors."

"Have you read Russell's fairy tale about the little horse crossing the river? No matter what, you have to have your own ideas."

"Moreover, I am very familiar with the three paths of 'diviner,' 'thief,' and 'apprentice,' and no one knows the role-playing method of each sequence better than me."

"Let me tell you, there are no public carriages available lately. You're already here, how will you know if you don't try?"

As soon as Amon finished speaking, Klein's steps gradually came to a stop. He turned his head and carefully examined the face of the Time Angel, trying to find any trace of lying.

"Alright, Mr. Amon, I'll trust you this once."

Yeah, we're already here... It's just screwing in screws, surely he, the King of Angels, wouldn't be so shameless as to trick me into doing his screwing in screws for Him?

Although Klein was wary of Amon, he still retained a tiny bit of trust in him and didn't judge him with prejudice.

Ha, shameless! Why didn't you say anything when you were slandering me? You actually believed me this once, saying all the nice things...

However, Amon still harbored resentment towards Klein's shamelessness.

"Let's get started. My job is to assemble bicycles. The work is a little more difficult and a little more tiring."

……

"There are still many good people in the world; a few words are enough to fool someone into working for free..."

At this moment, the Time Angel had changed his attire. He walked down the street, looking left and right, presenting a stark contrast to Klein, who was enduring the dark and dreary assembly line in the factory.

That's right, He was an angel who didn't care about anything, not even the Source Castle or the Great Detective's life. He simply asked Him to help him tighten screws for free, once again lowering the bar for the name Amon.

"Stop talking nonsense and go find the characteristics."

Suddenly, the "genie" hanging from the angel's waist spoke, giving Him no time to relax.

"Ha, it doesn't matter whether he or I are screwing in the screws. Since you hate that person so much, you might as well break away from me and create rules to accelerate his assembly line."

"The fortune tellers are very quick and efficient..."

The key to this scam lies in persuading the "genie" to turn a blind eye to the matter.

Although the "Wishing Lamp" was a bit stubborn, fortunately, with its silver tongue and the art of language, the Time Angel still managed to persuade the other party.

As for why they did this, it was, of course, to rebel against fate.

My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens! How could a dignified Amon be obediently assigned to screw in screws day and night?

I will rebel, rebel against injustice, and never compromise with fate!

The angel who had been playing pranks for thousands of years felt a fire burning in his heart, as if he had rediscovered the value and meaning of life.

"The working conditions in those factories don't seem too good. If I were to incite the workers to launch a strike and protest throughout Backlund, wouldn't that give the three major churches, the Loen royal family, and that little brat a major headache?!"

"Wow, interesting, so interesting! Just thinking about it is fascinating!"

……

"With such demanding work, how much do you get paid each week?"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Klein, sporting an Amon face and without his monocle, curiously asked the workers beside him.

The employee, who originally belonged to the steel plant, obviously did not expect that this young man, who was skilled at tightening screws, would talk to him.

The worker wiped away his sweat and smiled, saying:

"There is 30 sulphurs per week, and extra pay for working overtime."

"And dinner is provided here, so we all work an extra two hours and have dinner before leaving."

It seems I was still too idealistic...

Upon hearing the worker's reply, Klein muttered to himself.

Although the work was hard, with working hours similar to other factories, thankfully the kid didn't exploit people and paid them enough wages.

In this era, this is truly a matter of conscience.

Klein felt a splitting headache after glancing at the piles of bicycle parts waiting to be assembled.

Amon said that He never stops screwing in screws, and if I want others to fully accept the role I play, I have to give it my all and never stop...

"Damn it! Why did playing the digestive potion turn out like this?!"

(End of this chapter)