Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 432 Mr. Fool said, "Let me train you, detective!" (3K)

"What? Why are you following me? Be careful, or I'll tell Mr. 'Fool' that you're sexually disturbed, and he'll teach you a lesson!"

"What are you looking at? I am the angel under the 'Fool,' the head of the Tarot Society!"

Before Ron could even get to the sofa and start lounging around, he saw Klein following him closely, his expression quite something.

So the blond boy didn't tolerate it, and with a smirk, he started rambling again.

Ron found it amusing to think about teaching Mr. Fool a lesson in front of him, and he was still very interested in doing it.

Seeing Klein's face gradually warm up was such a wonderful thing!

If this guy had any shame, he'd definitely lower his head and listen to my lecture.

"Me, me"

The top leader? You're just putting on an act, aren't you!

Klein was speechless for a moment, and could only rage helplessly in his heart. He stared intently at Ron's golden eyes, and the muscles on his face twitched.

The fist, as big as a sandbag, clenched and unclenched repeatedly.

In the end, the threat of death and absolute force prevailed over the impulse to argue with the brat, gradually calming Klein down.

But I just can't calm down no matter how I think about it!

Ron is still the same Ron. Although we haven't seen each other for a while, his essence hasn't changed at all.

He can provoke people's anger with just a few words, making everyone want to kill him.

After a full three minutes of silence, the great detective finally gave a helpless twitch of the corner of his mouth, shrugged, and, mimicking Amon's cheerful tone, said:

"Really? You're so devoted to Mr. 'Fool'? I don't see it that way."

"Could it all be an act?"

He nodded slightly, his eyes filled with disdain.

Klein was being sarcastic, mocking, and dig at the little brat, his words filled with resentment towards the blond boy for being a freeloader.

Ron had lied to him for four whole months, and he felt that people shouldn't be so immoral!

"Is that so? Since you doubt me, there's nothing I can do..."

"Then I'll have to chant the name of 'The Fool' every night!"

Human language!?

These words instantly chilled Mr. Fool's fiery heart.

However, the despicable fortune teller quickly realized what was happening and immediately said provocatively:

"Ahem, Ron, Mr. Fool has recently made a new rule: from now on, prayers must begin with 'My Father in Heaven.'"

Go ahead and shout if you dare. If you're really praying like that, I'd rather stay up all night...

Klein inwardly scoffed, then curled his lips into a smile, wanting to see what other way Ron could possibly use to defend himself.

Are you provoking me?!

Upon hearing this, Ron was stunned for a moment, then his face turned dark instantly. He clenched his fists and rushed over quickly.

When Klein saw this scene and realized that Ron seemed to be a sore loser and was about to hit him, his little finger was already being pinched by a warm and soft hand.

Ron didn't tolerate the increasingly outrageous detective. While spouting nonsense, he applied slight pressure with his hand, causing Klein to kneel on the ground, writhing and struggling.

"Ouch!!! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please stop twisting it!"

"Great Lord Ron Sothos, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again!!!"

"Hmph, Klein, it seems like it's been a long time since I've disciplined you. I didn't expect you to dare to tamper with Mr. Fool's prayer..."

"Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the fool!"

This is outrageous, bro?

Klein was stunned when he heard this; Ron's shamelessness and thick-skinnedness far exceeded his imagination.

At that moment, the great detective understood a truth: you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be confused when they know the truth.

Damn it!!!

……

Thursday, November 16th.

After being rubbed and rubbed on the ground by Ron, Klein was not to be outdone and gave Ron, who had grown a little bigger but was still short and had a chubby face, a good rub.

This finally resolved the pent-up frustration in my heart.

To be honest, he understood what Ron meant: he liked to be with himself this way and didn't want to be hindered by any identity.

Just like family members.

"But you didn't have to break my fingers!"

Klein muttered a complaint under his breath, then his expression turned melancholic again.

"Sigh... family. I wonder what's wrong with Benson and Melissa. It's almost New Year's..."

"I wonder if Benson can pass the standardized government employee exam..."

At the start of the new year, most of the middle class in Backlund struggle with the decision of whether to go to Dusty Bay or to other destinations like the Gulf Coast for a holiday.

However, Sherlock Moriarty, being a bachelor, did not have this problem.

A host of troubles awaited him, and the "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity" weighed heavily on his heart, making him have no desire to go on vacation.

Klein pushed open the doors of the Radiant Church and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he saw Bishop Hilde waiting for him there.

"Mr. Sherlock, are you seeking advice from the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang?"

Good grief, so you're not even going to act anymore?

Upon hearing the six perfectly pronounced Chinese characters, Klein smirked with a rather comical smile.

"Yes, I wonder what you, Bishop, know?"

Upon hearing this, Hilde did not hesitate, and as if she had been prepared, smiled calmly and said:

"God said that in the beginning, there was an inevitable division, which split into more than a dozen essential things. Some of them were oceans, some were kingdoms, some were cities..."

"And Source Castle is one of them. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is the incarnation of Source Castle. He is the undisputed pinnacle of the three paths of diviner, apprentice, and thief, and is the god of gods."

Damn... you just said that like that? I wasn't even prepared...

Klein's lips twitched, and he didn't even have time to think about what the "God of Gods" meant by having three paths to the pinnacle.

Although he was somewhat prepared, he was still inevitably shocked at this moment.

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to ask for some important information, but he didn't know how to say it, because at this moment any words would be pale and powerless.

"Then, then..."

"God said that He is dead, and you don't need to worry. The part of His will that awakened a few days ago has been forced into the Western Continent by God and won't be coming out for a long time..."

...They've forced their way into the Western Continent...that's quite something...that unruly little brat is actually so powerful...

Wait, what is the Western Continent?

Upon hearing this, Klein's heart pounded, and his carefully prepared remarks became useless. For a moment, he didn't know what else to ask.

Because the complexity of the situation had exceeded his expectations.

"That……"

Klein had barely uttered a single word when Hilde, seemingly prepared, replied in a measured tone:

"God said, you only need to raise your rank, and the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang will be like a clay chicken or a tile dog, easily destroyed with a flick of His finger..."

Ha... bragging...

Hearing this, Klein's mood improved considerably. He nodded silently, seemingly understanding why Ron had infiltrated the Tarot Club and why he was always hanging around him.

Suppress, detect, and guard against the so-called "Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity".

Hmm, it seems this is what the little brat did. The original god, and the god who later ascended to godhood after drinking the potion, Ron wants me to take the position of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun"? Or a part of the position?

Just like the Seven Gods now...

Having understood this, Klein's tense mind suddenly relaxed, and the weight in his heart was lifted.

He trusted Ron and was willing to help Him, after all, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" was clearly coming for him, so in any case, it was a good thing.

"Bishop Hilde, that..."

Klein wanted to inquire about time travel, but before he could even voice his question, Hilde smiled knowingly and said:

"Mr. Sherlock, God says you can consult the 'Ancient Sun God,' because He, Rosell, and you are of the same kind."

what?

An ancient sun god? Amon's father? The same kind of person?

Upon hearing this, Klein froze on the spot, his thoughts racing as familiar things from Earth flashed through his mind.

The cross, the title of priest, and the famous "Let there be light," along with the doctrines and church architecture that were copied and distorted by the Seven Gods, all undoubtedly point to one issue.

This guy time-traveled way too early...

…………

"You want me to resurrect your father? Wouldn't it be better to have two fathers, double the number?"

"So many people wish they had two dads, but don't even know how!"

Ron picked up a small piece of cucumber cake, put it in his mouth and savored it carefully, looking at the Time Angel Amon across from him with great surprise.

"They are not my real fathers!"

"I remember you said that if I gave you uniqueness, you would resurrect Him!"

The dutiful son, Amon, crossed his arms and finally swallowed his pride, asking Ron whether his father, who had been dead for thousands of years, was still capable of doing sit-ups.

"It's a bit difficult, but I can give it a try."

The blond boy raised his head slightly, fiddled with his long blond hair that reached past his ears, and finally nodded.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened, and Klein Moretti, who had left an hour earlier, returned to the villa.

His eyes scanned back and forth, and he quickly found his target.

"Amon, I have something important to discuss with your father. How is he? Is he free?"

The detective sounded quite anxious, as if he had some idea he wanted to verify, but lacked confidence.

"If you're in such a hurry, beg me!"

Amon pushed up his monocle and made a cheerful face.

You fucking...

"Don't look at me like that. There are many people who want to see my father. In the Third Age, people didn't even have the means to ask him."

Shi Tian put his knowledge to good use and immediately began to persecute "Uncle Zhou".

However, before He could finish speaking, a slight whirlwind rose in the living room, and a faint sigh came from the wind.

"Sigh, let him in..."

(End of this chapter)