Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 403 A New Tarot Meeting

"Ha, short-sighted and narrow-minded, what is this? Ten million pounds is just a drop in the ocean."

"This is my money; you pay for it yourself if you want to buy it."

"No, I did the work, you have to buy it for me!"

The blond boy scoffed and kicked away the young Mercury Serpent who had pounced on him, trying to smear snot on his trouser leg.

Compared to the wealth left by the great man Trenshorst, Baron Sindras's possessions were indeed insignificant.

The wealth of a nation is not something that can be easily matched.

"Almost half of that money has been spent, but the effects are already beginning to show. At least the rebels' weapons have all been upgraded and their uniforms have all been standardized."

According to Ron's occasional observations, the knowledge written in books during the previous divine descent rituals was now coming into play.

However, because its industrial system is not perfect, the products it produces are truly appalling.

But now, this problem has been perfectly solved.

"That's so true to me!"

"Next, I'll have my little king find some talented people to manage the production of steel, cloth, medicine, gunpowder, cannons, firearms, and ships, all of which will be transported there through the East Bayron Import and Export Company..."

"This means the population of small animals is going to grow even larger!"

Thinking about this, Ron even felt a little satisfied.

As for the rest, it's just a matter of gradually digesting and allocating resources over time. These trivial matters are not something Ron needs to worry about.

His golden eyes gleamed slightly, and as the divine decree of the ruler of time and space was proclaimed, the kingdom he had promised would surely experience rapid development.

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2:50 p.m.

Klein felt a sense of foreboding as his right eyelid twitched slightly.

Because there was a tarot gathering today, Wu Zhijie, who had taken a day off due to illness, immediately took four steps in reverse and arrived above the gray fog.

The majestic palace stood silently, enveloped by a thick, almost tangible, gray mist that obscured everything in sight.

The only downside is that even I, the king of yellow and black, will be obscured...

Klein muttered a couple of helpless complaints in his mind, and immediately began to perform divination, trying to find out what was going on with that ominous premonition.

But after trying for several minutes, he didn't achieve anything at all.

"Could it be that they were discovered when they reported the kidnapping hideout?"

"No way! I'm still dressed as the Black Emperor; there's no way anyone could know my true identity!"

"Sigh, this is really tough!"

"I still have to worry about these things after I finish work every day."

"The Fool" Klein leaned weakly against the bronze high-backed chair with its mottled rust, his body slowly sliding down with the force of the fall, like a salted fish sliding under the table.

Klein had no idea about the outcome of the report, because the newspapers were full of Ron's messy affairs lately, with no useful information at all.

"I told you long ago to keep a low profile in Backlund, or you'll easily get into trouble. Those who don't heed the advice of 'Fools' are now paying the price."

Aside from that, Amon was indeed not lying to him about digesting the potion; this act was indeed very effective.

Perhaps because the person he was impersonating was a high-ranking expert, he could clearly feel that every time he screwed in a screw at an extremely fast speed, the workers around him would look at him with awe.

Well, those looks were just the workers' approval, but the real reason I, "Faceless," processed them was because Ron hadn't noticed...

This guy and the angels in His household now believe that Amon is working for them, so my identity has been implicitly recognized by them...

Brilliant! No wonder he's a thief; he can even exploit such a loophole!

But something feels off. Did He deliberately trick me into taking his place? Surely not...

Klein, who had been sold out and was still helping Amon count the money, patted the bronze table in front of him, then suddenly frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Without thinking for too long, he conjured a pocket watch, turned it on, glanced at the time, and found that it was almost three o'clock. Klein immediately picked up the All-Black Eye and conjured the dummy "World" to prepare to receive customers.

A phantom crimson light rose up, and Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.

Although she had been busy with various matters related to starting the company this week through her own efforts, she had not neglected the extraordinary field.

Last night, having joined the Psychological Alchemy Society through Ron's introduction, she finally obtained the "Psychotherapist" potion ingredients she had been dreaming of. The reason given by the other party was to provide maximum assistance to new members, but in Audrey's opinion, it was entirely because she had gotten in through Mr. Ron's connections.

She not only skipped the expected "newcomer assessment," but also gained a lot of trust and received special training.

Could he be a double agent planted by Mr. "Fool"? Mr. Ron's presence seems to be infiltrating every organization and church.

During this week, Audrey Hall often had this thought and felt that it was very much in line with the current state of the Tarot Club.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool; good afternoon, Mr. Fate.

That light and cheerful voice broke the eternal silence above the gray fog, causing tiny bubbles to rise in Ron's somewhat numb mind.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice~"

He nodded in response, smiled, and responded enthusiastically.

You've never treated me like this, even though you're attracted to beauty. And online dating is prohibited for minors.

Seeing the differential treatment given to the little brat, "Fool" Klein could only mutter a few words to himself helplessly, and ponder whether Ron, who had lived for so long, had ever had a girlfriend.

Ha, judging from his arrogant look, he probably doesn't.

Without much thought, Mr. Fool easily arrived at the answer.

At that moment, the light and beautiful voice suddenly changed, heading towards "The Fool" Klein, who sat at the head of the bronze table.

"Mr. Fool, I have acquired three pages of Russell's diary this week."

This was a handwritten copy that Audrey Hall obtained within the Psychological Alchemy Society, but due to the time constraints, Islam only gave her three pages.

"Very good, what do you want in exchange?" Klein replied with a smile, going further and further down the path of the fixed NPC.

Whenever members of the Tarot Club wanted to make a trade, he always felt like a merchant NPC who had been placed in a special position. All he had to do was smile and serve customers attentively to get the currency he wanted (Roselle's Diary).

Audrey Hall hesitated upon hearing this, opened her mouth, and finally asked somewhat shyly:

"Mr. 'Fool,' what do you know about the deities that have only appeared in the Southern Continent a few months ago?"

Perhaps because the question was too abrupt, she quickly waved her hand and explained:

"What I mean is, Backlund hasn't been very peaceful lately. Whether it's the 'Black Emperor,' the assassination of the Kingdom's Atmospheric Committee member, the friction between nobles and the wealthy, or the unknown situation in the Southern Continent, I have a feeling that war is about to break out."

This newly appeared deity is probably the root of all this, because everything only started happening after the other party appeared. Regardless of whether it's related or not, I need to find out the truth. Alfred is in the Southern Continent, and perhaps I can get further information to write to him and help him avoid some danger.

She, as the younger sister, has really gone to great lengths for her brother.

(End of this chapter)