Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 435 What can the Fool do? The Fool is helpless too.

"It's almost time, you creep, I'm going in now~"

As usual, the blond boy sat on his bed in the bedroom, making cheeky greetings in the small theater.

"Ha, go ahead then, we're even now."

However, the Lord of Mysteries' answer was beyond Ron's expectations. It was neither as listless as before, nor as enlightened as he had come to terms with things. Instead, it was tinged with a hint of smugness and smugness.

Upon hearing this, Ron instantly understood what it meant to be even.

"Tch, you think you can take me on?"

Do you even have the intelligence to think you can get into my precious little one?

Ron didn't take the old Celestial Venerable's provocation to heart at all. He knew his own source essence well. Just like the Source Castle, if it weren't for Klein, that double agent, he would probably have a hard time finding the location with his current strength.

Even if you find it, it's hard to get inside and brag about it.

At three o'clock, a crimson light surged forth from the field of vision like a tidal wave, engulfing a portion of Ron's will.

The gray fog was hazy and monotonous, while the magnificent palace, like the dwelling of giants, remained the same as always, completely unlike its dilapidated state a few days ago.

Ron opened his eyes, and before Audrey Hall could greet him, he stood up and gave a slight nod to "The Fool" Klein, who was perched high above the gray fog.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

No, it's not good at all!!!

The kid's unusual behavior startled Klein, who was terrified that the boy would drag him out of the gray fog and give him a good beating.

After all, the "God of Time and Space" never promised to play along with his act.

Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny.

Indifferent and illusory words came from the mouth of the "Fool," concise yet powerful.

Hmph... Honestly, I was always the one to greet him first. Mr. Ron has never been interested in this kind of thing before...

Upon witnessing this scene, "psychologist" Audrey Hall politely remained silent, while secretly observing why this angel, who always enjoyed seeing her make a fool of herself, had changed so drastically.

You see, Mr. Ron used to completely ignore Mr. Fool...

The emerald green eyes blinked, appearing and disappearing in the thick gray fog. Soon, the "psychologist" noticed something was wrong.

Mr. Ron has grown taller and is even more handsome than before. Good heavens, I really want to pinch his cheeks again. No, Audrey, be serious, you are an aristocrat, you should be mindful of your appearance!

However, his blond hair and golden eyes are really special. If he wore my dress, he would definitely look better than me!

Upon seeing the blond boy's slightly taller figure, the noblewoman felt her cheeks flush.

Unlike the little brats of the past, Ron's current appearance can be described as upright. Although he is only the same height as Audrey, his dignified and indifferent temperament, coupled with his harmless face, makes it hard not to like him.

In particular, Ron's actions made him a righteous angel.

This perfectly fulfills the expectations of a noble lady for all her beautiful fantasies!

"What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone good-looking before? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

However, in the next second, the beautiful angel began to reveal her true colors through that broken mouth.

Ron noticed the gazes of everyone in the Tarot Club. He looked around and, in a very petty manner, glared back at each of them one by one.

Boys must protect themselves when they go out and never let evil people get away with it.

Miss Wolf's words proved prophetic; with Ron's loose tongue, finding a partner was simply a pipe dream.

Even the renowned director "Ancient Sun God" had to exclaim upon seeing it, "Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The blond youth elegantly surveyed the crowd, and seeing everyone bow their heads, he turned his head with satisfaction to look at the expressionless "Fool" Klein again, a wicked smile creeping across his face.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have a question I would like to ask you!"

"What exactly happened last week, and why was there a solar eclipse?"

Ron asked without any curiosity.

My heart and actions are as clear as a mirror; all my deeds are acts of persecution.

That's right, Ron loves listening to Mr. Fool brag, especially when he's bragging with a straight face.

How would I know!?

You bastard, so this is what you were waiting for me all along!?

Upon seeing Ron's wicked smile, Klein's vision suddenly went black, and he barely managed to cough up a mouthful of blood and faint.

He instantly realized what the little brat's purpose was.

Knowing full well that he's a complete novice, he still asked such a difficult question in front of everyone. Isn't that putting him on the spot?

Are you even human?!

One gaze after another rose from the depths of the gray fog—the gazes of "Justice," "The Hanged Man," "The Sun," "The Magician," and "The World."

shit!

"What kind of reward are you planning to offer in exchange?"

Although his mind was racing with the clown's thoughts, Mr. Fool remained outwardly composed, immediately changing the subject and relating the issue to the reward.

Hmph, I'll just refuse to answer because the compensation isn't right, let's see what you can do to me then.

When it comes to playing tricks, Mr. Fool is a pro.

However, Klein underestimated the kid's cunning. Ron shrugged, a thoughtful look on his face, and blurted out without hesitation:

"No payment?"

"You're not just trying to brush me off because you don't know what actually happened, are you?"

You son of a bitch!!!

"The Fool" Klein was quite helpless. In the past, the little brats at least caused trouble in secret, but this time they did it openly, and there was really no way to guard against it.

Damn it, don't come to the tarot gathering again, and the one after that!

"Heh, this is the most basic rule of the Tarot Club. The only requirement is equivalence. If you can afford the payment, I naturally won't refuse."

As long as you can afford it, what's wrong with me, Klein, playing the clown?

What can Mr. Fool do? Mr. Fool is also helpless.

Hmph, you're dreaming.

Seeing Klein's stubbornness and lack of tact, Ron muttered something to himself and then curled his lip.

"I can use my accumulated merits to redeem them, including those from the assassination of Ambassador Intis."

Just when Klein thought he had escaped with his life and saved face, Ron's words, "Pay back your debts," ruthlessly brought him back to reality.

At the same time, the members of the "Tarot Club" also turned their attention to this almost divine figure.

"Mr. Fool, if possible, I am also willing to pay for information in this area."

At this moment, "Justice" Audrey raised her hand, while she, who should have been the "Fool's" little cotton-padded jacket, was now whistling through the draft.

"Yes, Mr. Fool, I can also pay for this knowledge."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," spoke with utmost sincerity and respect, so much so that even Ron couldn't find fault with him.

How would I know what happened? You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?!

At this moment, "The Fool" Klein broke out in a cold sweat. He felt that the familiar Tarot Club had become so strange, as if he, the leader, had been shorted.

However, Klein also knew that it was no wonder the members of the "Tarot Club" were making things difficult for him. After all, the strange phenomena of the past few days were too astonishing and must have involved the secrets between the gods, which even he was very curious about.

Oh no, the pause has been too long; something's going to be detected!

Klein sighed inwardly, glared at the troublemaking brat out of the corner of his eye, then gripped the armrest of the bronze chair tightly and leaned back gently.

The Fool's gaze swept leisurely over each member of the Tarot Club, showing no sign of tension, confusion, or anger. Finally, suppressing his shame, he spoke in a nonchalant tone:

"It's just a small matter!"

Klein decided to speak vaguely about what he could find out, such as the danger in the astral plane and the reawakening of certain ancient and hidden beings, in order to warn the members of the Tarot Club.

After all, what he did wasn't lying; it was indeed the right thing to do, and he was involved in it, playing an indispensable role.

For example, he was brutally beaten by the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang, and he also acted as a deliveryman once...

(End of this chapter)