Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 404 The Tarot Club: All the Little Blackies (3.2K)

"Mr. 'Fool,' this is only the first batch of the diary. There are ten more pages, but we'll have to wait for the next one. Would you mind trading these thirteen pages for the answers to my questions?"

"If you feel the value is not right, I can compensate you."

At this point, Audrey Hall hesitated for a moment, then finally gritted her teeth and said shamelessly:

"I can also compensate you with a sum of money."

Oh dear, Mr. Fool certainly looks down on vulgar money, but besides that, I don't seem to have anything of value left.

After silently repenting for a while, the noble lady looked earnestly at the "Fool" high above the gray fog.

Money!?

The moment he heard the word, Klein, who had been drained dry by Ron and owed countless debts, both openly and secretly, became instantly interested.

His eyes lit up, and he almost lost control of his breathing and movements as he quickly weighed in his mind how much the "petty" information could be sold for.

No, that would damage the image that "The Fool" has worked so hard to build. Although he has accepted donations before, it was all under the guise of being a follower. If it happens too frequently, everyone in the Tarot Club will definitely suspect that Mr. "The Fool" is actually quite poor...

After pondering for a while, just as Audrey was wondering if the suggestion of money had displeased Mr. Fool, Klein immediately smiled and said:

"Thirteen pages of diary are enough; money cannot be the measure of all value."

Actually, I still prefer money...

He silently added to himself, "The Fool" Klein ultimately chose to brag over accepting or refusing.

After all, you have to refuse in a sophisticated way.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Fool."

"Hmm, I'd like to know what the relationship is between that deity's church and the Church of the Seven Gods!"

Perhaps feeling guilty about wanting to understand the gods, thirteen pages of Roselle's diary might not be enough, so "Justice" Audrey thoughtfully posed a more precise and not too profound question.

Well, you've come to the right person. Speaking of which, I've been busy with Ron's request, and also working at the factory cleaning snails, um, digesting potions. It's been ages since I've been to church. That "petty" guy won't think I'm not devout, will he?

Heh, anyway, next time I go, if He still doesn't say anything, then I won't do anything. I won't do anything He wants me to do. When I'm out and about, I have to protect myself and avoid being deceived.

Klein outwardly maintained trust in this mysterious and domineering figure who far surpassed "The Fool," but in reality, he was wary of him.

If he had to choose between Amon and the God of Time and Space, he would trust the monocle more.

After all, despite Amon's strangeness and his constant malicious teasing, the two of them could still be considered close friends.

Of course, it's the kind of relationship where we might stab each other in the back for no reason!

"Sure, it's a small matter."

Suppressing the fleeting thoughts in his mind, Klein nodded slightly, as if he were a true god.

"Justice" Audrey nodded with sparkling eyes upon hearing this. With Klein's help, she quickly materialized three pages of Roselle's Diary, watching them fly into the hands of the Tarot Club leader as if traversing the spirit world.

Asking that poor bastard is no better than asking me; he wouldn't know anything. Besides, it's all the fault of the "daydreaming angel"; I was just going along with it.

Ron, who already controlled a small portion of the industrial achievements of the Kingdom of Rune, curled his lip, feeling quite surprised by the noble lady's unwise decision.

Sister, we're so close, why don't you know my real identity?

Don't you have even the slightest doubt?

Don't you sense anything is wrong?

Haven't you realized my greatness yet? Can't you see the radiant wisdom that permeates my entire being?

The followers of "The Fool" are like this: there are times when their brains are not enough.

After scanning the Tarot Club members, Ron sighed helplessly and tilted his head slightly, his gaze piercing through the layers of gray fog, taking in today's collection of Russell's jokes from an omniscient perspective.

It's Mr. Door again, and Russell talks to him every full moon.

Wow~ Now I have reason to suspect that Roselle definitely has more than two sons and one daughter. Tsk, can't even a witch satisfy you?

The moon is extremely special on this planet, whether because of its symbolism in mysticism or because of the former crush of a small fish that inhabits it, highlighting its unique status and level of danger.

Last time, the fallen mother goddess who could impregnate and gain power with just one glance was so eerie that it sent chills down one's spine.

"I remember the 'Gate' pathway. The ritual for advancing from Sequence Three to Sequence Two requires leaving legends in nine different locations in the starry sky. While this ritual is indeed very effective, it might not be a trap."

The Old Silver Coin method of the Primordial Creator made Ron wary. Compared to the three paths of advancement through imprisonment, the five paths of omniscience and omnipotence seemed exceptionally easy, at least not as abstract.

The history of the Fourth Age, the Angelic Family, and the True Name of the Primal Witch

Aside from Mr. Open Door's situation, which suddenly touched Ron, he skimmed through the rest of the diary, since Medici had already told him about it.

Recalling the Red Angel's resentful appearance, Ron couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, sweeping the floor while complaining about Arista Tudor's various crimes. It was a scene that even the Endless Wisdom couldn't describe.

Medici seems to have been rarely seen lately. She always slips out after cooking, and I wonder what kind of scheme she's up to. But it's very likely she's causing trouble for the high-ranking witch.

The sound of parchment turning quickly came to an end. Klein put down the Russell's Diary, glanced around, and finally fixed his gaze on "Justice" Audrey.

"Do you want to know this information alone, or are you going to just tell me?"

Klein asked in a flat tone.

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Mr. "The Hanged Man" likely holds a certain position within the Church of Storms, and saying this will undoubtedly make him think of something. The same applies to other members of the Tarot Club. Hmm, Fors might not know, but wouldn't it be a bit cruel to leave her alone?

"Mr. Fool, I choose to say it this way."

Audrey Hall looked around, then paused for a moment on a few members of the Tarot Club who had special connections, and made a choice that surprised everyone.

That's incredibly generous. But does having money mean you can do whatever you want? I need to think about the church's secrets; hopefully, I can sell them for some value.

The Hanged Man, who was always short of money, clearly understood Audrey's unspoken message about "justice."

The "sun" and the "world" nodded slightly, the latter even showing a more lively and human-like quality.

"Isn't that an evil god? It's been reported in the Backlund newspapers. Be careful not to be fooled."

Just then, "Magician" Fowles muttered something under her breath, drawing a gaze that suddenly turned and stared intently at her eyes, which resembled those of a salted fish.

"it is good."

"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly, pretending not to notice the reactions of the Tarot Club members, and said leisurely:

"The God of Time and Space claims to be the creator of everything, the oldest and most powerful deity, the God of Gods. His church is opposed to the Seven Gods, but there is no large-scale conflict between them at present."

"Their predecessor was the Rose School, which was known for its bloody sacrifices, but their conversion to the faith happened in just a few months."

From this perspective, it's even more bizarre than the aurora borealis...

With a silent sigh, Klein reverted to his online keyboard warrior mode, pointing and gesturing above the gray fog.

"His appearance exacerbated the scale and intensity of colonial wars."

"War is inevitable unless the nations of the Northern Continent abandon their colonies."

You'd better be telling the truth, not making any allusions!

Ron watched from the side, his expression constantly changing, seemingly trying to find something on Mr. Fool so he could better train him later.

However, the "Fool," perched atop the gray fog, clearly hadn't grasped the gravity of the situation and quickly added:

"I haven't had much contact with Him, but I always play a few games with Him each time. He's an extremely vengeful, petty, and wicked guy, and he'll never give up on taking revenge on the countries of the Northern Continent..."

Who do you think holds grudges?! Who do you think is petty?! Who do you think has a twisted sense of humor?!

You just wait, you'll be in big trouble next time!!!

The blond boy's eyes widened slightly as he glared at the ungrateful "Fool" through gritted teeth, finding it hard to believe that his impeccable image was perceived this way by others.

Actually, judging from Ron's current behavior, what Klein said wasn't wrong at all.

So that's how it is. How terrifying, but it was a colonial war...

Upon hearing Mr. Fool's words, Audrey "Justice" suddenly felt somewhat ashamed.

As the true nature of the war was revealed, she discovered that her position was not as righteous as she had imagined, but rather that she had become an evil invading other countries.

"Thank you for letting me know, this is a great help!"

Without giving a moment to think too much or ponder the deeper meaning of the divine words, Audrey suppressed her complex emotions, rose, and bowed to express her gratitude.

"Well, maybe not?"

"Is it possible that He saw the people of the Southern Continent were suffering too much and wanted to lend a helping hand?"

At this point, Ron couldn't stand it any longer and finally understood what it felt like to have one's reputation tarnished. So he coughed and began to boast and try to say a few fair words for himself.

However, his plans were ruthlessly thwarted by the "magician" Fors, who, with a languid air, curled the corners of her lips and said as if remembering something:

“Mr. Fate, how is that possible? What god would do such a thing? Maybe He only appears perfect on the surface, but secretly enjoys the blood sacrifices of His believers.”

"Perhaps war is what that being desires; after all, many people die, so it can be considered a kind of sacrifice!"

"Otherwise, why would He choose to work with the Rose School, which is known for its bloody sacrifices, instead of simply annihilating them?"

The writer's imagination was so wild that even Ron was dumbfounded. But you can't blame her, since her teacher specifically reminded her to stay away from this person as much as possible and gave a well-reasoned analysis.

How dare you make baseless accusations without any evidence?!

Ron was speechless for a moment. Did he have to keep running the Tarot Club without making people jealous?

(End of this chapter)