Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 408 Your Name (3.1K)

Bang bang bang!

A knock on the door, neither too loud nor too soft, rang out again, startling Sherlock Moriarty from his hesitation.

Something's not right. Did the toll collector forget?

Having just finished a tarot meeting and heard so much important news, Klein seemed a little suspicious. He rubbed his head and finally decided to go forward and put his hand on the doorknob.

This is what they mean by "If you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear."

He muttered to himself, then smiled.

But before he could use his clown intuition to observe the outside of the door, a rustling sound came from the door lock.

Immediately following this, with tremendous force, the gatehouse was violently pushed open from the outside.

Slipping through the door and picking the lock!?

The great detective's smile froze instantly. Before Klein could prepare for the danger, his eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at the guest who had arrived at the door.

In that instant, Klein Moretti's breathing stopped, and he lost the ability to think, along with his ability to speak.

ma da ko no se kai wa ~

boku wo ka i na ra shi te i ta i mi ta i da ~

K: Huh? Huh? Huh?

Lun: Uh? Uh? Uh?

Upon seeing this scene, Leonard Mitchell was so astonished that he could only stare wide-eyed and point at each other with Klein, uttering "uh-huh" sounds.

Ron is an angel, so it's understandable that an avatar died, but according to the information the old man just told him, Klein was clearly just a Sequence Six.

This is a true resurrection!

"Claion"

Bang, snap!

Leonard Mitchell was about to call out the name he remembered when he felt a gust of wind brush his face, and then the door locked tightly without leaving any gap.

Bang bang bang!

"Klein, I know you're in there, stop pretending."

"I'm the only one outside the door, let's talk this out."

Bang bang bang!

Another loud banging on the door, but there was no response from inside the room, only the sound of footsteps pacing back and forth, relentlessly rejecting the poet's visit.

"Kid, your former teammate is taking his wallet from the counter; he's trying to escape through the back window!"

Just then, an aged voice reached the poet's ears. Palez Zoroaster, always eager for a good show, chuckled like an old rogue.

Upon hearing this, Leonard Mitchell's expression turned serious, and he stopped knocking on the door. Instead, he began to mutter to himself in a low voice at the doorway.

"Oh dear, Klein, what if you run away and I can't find you?"

"Ms. Daly and I both know you live here. If we really can't find you, we'll probably have to report it to the church."

"I forgot to tell you, I'm a key figure being groomed by the church, and Ms. Daly is a deacon. When the time comes, your secret... tsk tsk tsk..."

"Klein, you don't want others to know you've been resurrected, do you?"

Leonard then reverted to his usual effeminate manner. As soon as he finished speaking, the footsteps inside the room abruptly stopped. After three minutes of silence, the sound of shoes stomping on the floor grew louder and louder as they approached the doorway.

"Come in..."

Klein didn't struggle anymore. He turned to the side, his old face sour, and reluctantly pulled his poet classmate into the house.

"Heh, Klein's doing pretty well, living in such a big detached house all by himself?"

Despite his former teammate's sour face, Leonard was completely oblivious. He didn't even bother with the room owner's invitation, and instead acted as if he were a familiar face, coming to the detective's reception area, pouring himself a cup of already cold black tea, and sipping it slowly.

The room fell silent; the silence was the main theme to ease the awkwardness.

"What, our resurrected great magician has nothing to say?"

"I remember that after Sequence 8 'The Joker' comes Sequence 7 'The Magician'."

After a long pause, Leonard broke the silence, speaking in a slightly poetic tone as if he were meeting Klein for the first time.

"Hmph, I remember someone telling me that there are many people in this world who have secrets, like you, and like me."

The detective snapped at his former colleague, making Leonard nearly spit out his tea.

Can't any of you just say something different?

"It seems your secret is bigger than I thought."

"But I'm still very curious. I was the one who published your obituary, I helped prepare your remains, and I even sealed your coffin lid with nails. How did you come back to life?"

How would I know? You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? But this is most likely a feature of the Source Castle...

Upon hearing this, Klein pursed his lips, muttered a curse to himself, and then completely relaxed.

Hmm, this guy doesn't seem to be here to arrest me or collect my compensation, otherwise three big men would have pinned me against the wall by now...

If the goal was to confirm the situation, they wouldn't have asked such a sensitive question right away...

"Actually, I don't know either."

"However, I have a guess."

Klein nodded thoughtfully, not intending to hide anything, and went directly to Leonard's side to whisper:

"you……"

Do you know about the Time-Space Dominator?

Indeed, Klein chose to shift the blame rather than continue concealing the truth.

My secrets will never be exposed, not in this lifetime. The only way to ensure absolute safety is to shift the blame and pin it on someone else.

And now there just happens to be a perfect scapegoat.

The God of Time and Space? How did I get involved with Him?!

Leonard was momentarily stunned. He was all too familiar with this person. The poet, upon hearing Klein's nonsense, immediately realized what was going on and looked at his former teammate with a playful expression:

"Klein, do you think I'm that easy to fool? Ron told me everything, saying that your resurrection seems to be related to a being called 'The Fool'..."

"Who told you that?!"

However, before Leonard could finish speaking, Klein Moretti's face suddenly turned red, and he grabbed his former colleague's shoulder and yelled.

I knew it! I knew it!!!

My disguise was so perfect, how come Leonard came knocking on my door in the blink of an eye? Turns out there was a mole!

At this moment, even without Ron's presence, Klein had already imagined in his mind the other party's provocative expression of sticking out his tongue.

And amidst all this, there were even a few shouts of "Miscellaneous fish, miscellaneous fish, miscellaneous fish".

Damn, I was actually somewhat moved by him sharing information. Damn it, I shouldn't have had any illusions about this kind of guy...

After imagining slapping the blond boy dozens of times in his mind, the great detective finally calmed down and leaned back in the main seat of the sofa, sighing.

"No matter what, it's a good thing that you're alive."

"Klein, it seems I discovered your secret first..."

Seeing this guy, who always cared a lot about his image, suddenly lose his composure, the black-haired, blue-eyed poet suppressed his laughter and continued to tease his former colleague.

How dare you say that!

Upon hearing this, Klein took a deep breath, his entire being resembling a giant Ron, and snorted disdainfully.

"I'm no match for you. Your secret is enough to take down a Sequence 5 opponent and a Level 0 sealed artifact in an instant!"

"Amazing, amazing!"

"However, I have a question."

"Leonard, does my being alive affect your performance? Why did you have to wait until I was dead to make your move!?"

Klein gets angry whenever this is mentioned; he lost a high-paying job that paid ten pounds a week!

The poet was also taken aback upon hearing this, and quickly recalled those painful scenes that he had never wanted to remember in the past. In the end, he found that what Klein said was absolutely right.

Why didn't the old man act sooner...?

Just as his thoughts were flashing through his mind, before he could even ask a question, an old voice came from beside him.

"Back then, after that guy who was only 1.5 meters tall died, he rushed in on his own. What does that have to do with me?"

"Besides, you didn't even try to pull him back then."

Palez Zoroaster curled his lip, his words sounding quite innocent, shifting all the blame onto the poet.

The poet with black hair and blue eyes scratched his head awkwardly and chuckled three times.

"Ah, ha, ha, Klein, let's talk about something else..."

"This, this, this..."

He remained silent for a moment, but then, based on his past experience in conversations, he quickly changed the subject.

"Klein, you said you've had contact with the God of Time and Space?"

Seeing the poet's expression, which was even more embarrassed than if he had turned into a wheel and rolled down the stairs, the great detective didn't bother to continue arguing with him and immediately started spouting nonsense:

"Yes, I had only been in Backlund for a short time when I was invited to the church by their men."

"And the bishop there, and even the God of Time and Space, were begging me to do their bidding. Isn't that enough to raise suspicion?"

Logically speaking, this is indeed something worth pondering carefully. If it weren't for the gunshot wound that healed automatically when I transmigrated, I would probably think the same way...

Picking up the cup on the table, Klein poured himself a cup of black tea, trying to use the icy chill to suppress the raging fire in his heart.

Upon hearing this, Leonard immediately looked around, took another sip of black tea, and found that the quality was not bad.

"I didn't realize you were so capable. To be so highly regarded by a god, how did you manage that!?"

His words were full of surprise, clearly not expecting his former colleague to be such a sought-after talent in the same sense.

"Maybe it's just luck."

That's right, as long as you're unlucky enough...

Klein subtly tugged at the corners of his mouth, mentally adding the second half of the sentence.

Misfortune can also be a form of luck!

However, before he could say anything more, he heard his long-unseen former teammate beside him sigh:

"I currently earn twenty pounds a week, plus various reimbursements and benefits. Klein, from what you're saying, you're now a subordinate of the Church of the God of Time and Space. How much do you earn each week?"

Rather than discussing secrets or similar topics, Leonard believes Klein's interests clearly lie here.

In any case, the safety of my former colleague is more important than anything else, especially since my own probing and the old man's examination found no problems.

If they were those extraordinary individuals who had already been corrupted, my frequent intrusion into their "secrets" would probably have already caused them to exhibit abnormal behavior, instead of confronting me like before...

"..."

Let's not talk about this anymore, we'll still be good friends...

(End of this chapter)