Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 437 The Arrogant Angel Who Brings Light and Hope (3.5K)

After receiving the three pages of the diary, the Tarot session moved on to the next segment. Mr. Fool's reading time remained as quiet as ever, and even Ron did not continue to cause trouble.

The all-knowing and all-seeing god's gaze pierced through Roselle's diary and saw Klein's somewhat constipated expression.

Could this guy have seen the duplicate diary?

Ron raised an eyebrow, immediately guessing the problem Klein was facing.

Sigh... Miracle Master, to rise from the dead is indeed a miracle. Your Majesty, your diary is far too late; Zarathustra has already been killed...

Hearing your words is like hearing a profound truth. Although Klein had not read Emperor Rosell's diary, the knowledge contained within had already been revealed to him by the little brat.

Fortunately, the diary was obtained in exchange for knowledge. If it had been in gold pounds, Klein couldn't even imagine how much he would have cried.

"Actually, you don't need to wait."

Composing himself, Klein nodded slightly and chuckled softly.

"It is our honor."

"The Hanged Man," Alger replied immediately and respectfully, without the slightest impatience.

Without pausing, he turned his head and, before anyone else, looked at Ron with a slightly expectant and excited gaze.

"Mr. Destiny, I want to buy the potion recipe for 'Ocean Singer'!"

His voice was deep, but the ending notes had a slight upward inflection.

"Huh? You've saved up enough money?"

Upon hearing this, Ron was slightly surprised, not expecting this pirate-like guy to be so ambitious.

In less than two months, he went from being penniless to having enough money to be a millionaire in Backlund.

How come everyone here is richer than me? Do people who make a living from seaweed all earn this much money...?

Seeing this, Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart. He subconsciously touched his pocket while controlling "the world" and let out a sigh of poverty.

A Sequence 5 potion recipe costs between 4000 and 7000 pounds, and after all his time working in Backlund, his bicycle shares are only worth that much.

"Yes, I've been hunting pirates for the past two months, and with the special commissions introduced by my friend, I've earned quite a bit of money."

As a seasoned veteran, Alger Wilson had no intention of revealing his identity. In fact, most of this money was earned by Bayam on the day the white fog descended.

Mr. Hanged Man, stop pretending. We all know your friend is yourself. Hunting pirates seems like a lucrative business...

Alger's money-making tricks made Klein's heart itch; hunting evil while also reaping money was simply the most wonderful thing.

"You're amazing. I have high hopes for you. Hard work always pays off."

"6500 pounds, and I'll tell you the Ocean Singer's potion recipe right now. I also have the corresponding properties, 8000 pounds, that's very fair."

"Do you want to talk to me alone, or would you like me to write it down for you?"

The boy tilted his head and looked at the "Hanged Man" with the relieved look of a leek that had finally grown up.

The Tarot Club has only a handful of members, and aside from "Justice" and "The Sun," the rest are all broke. Ron couldn't help but admire the "Hanged Man" for being so hardworking.

Money is a tool for shirking responsibility; you can never have too much of a small fry.

"I choose to speak with him alone."

Alger replied earnestly.

In just one minute, he earned £6500, which Klein found like a dream.

However, he wasn't too bothered by it, because as a third party on the platform, Mr. Fool could get it for free.

Pure profit!

This is the reward for providing access and convenience!

"Everyone, does anyone have the recipe for the Sequence Seven 'Interrogator' potion, or the necessary materials?"

Seeing the big deal completed, "Magician" Fowles couldn't contain herself any longer. She looked around, but finally fixed her hesitant gaze on the blond boy.

The interrogator… this is what she bought for Hugh? Well, Fowles has only been a magician for less than half a month, and she has a teacher so she doesn't lack her own recipes and materials; there's no need for her to buy them now…

As a friend, Audrey Hall had a keen eye on everything "The Magician" Fowles said and did.

The noblewoman, like a golden retriever, sat quietly in her seat, observing everything.

"I have both, and I can trade them to you."

At this moment, the blond boy slightly raised his chin, arrogantly tilted his head, and stared at the writer of erotic novels with a half-smile on his face and golden eyes.

Fowles Wall's initial excitement vanished abruptly, replaced by a forced smile.

The extraordinary world is truly dangerous; merely uttering a laugh was enough to attract the attention of an angel...

"Um... Mr. Destiny, I'd like to purchase the potion recipe and discuss it privately, is that alright?"

After pondering for a while, "Magician" Fowles took a deep breath and pretended that nothing had happened, trying to get away with it.

"No need. I'll personally deliver it to you after the party, with Mr. Fool as the witness!"

"Is that alright, Mr. Fool?"

The blond boy turned his head, his eyes blinking, so cute it was hard to resist.

You...

"Can."

Miss Magician, good luck, there's really nothing I can do for you...

"Fool" Klein thought to himself, and without a second thought, immediately threw this troublesome matter away.

Mr. Fool, I...

Fowles Wall was stunned. She opened her mouth, looked at the silent "Fool" and the smiling, cute boy, and finally chose to accept reality, helplessly lowering her arm.

Even if I refuse this time, they'll definitely come knocking on my door again with some other excuse. It's better to accept the training sooner and end it sooner...

Sigh, why did I have to laugh out loud...?

Fors was filled with regret. If she could go back in time, she would want to slap her past self across the face.

"Everyone, I want to know information about the Western Continent. If any of you know anything, please tell me directly, and I will reward you handsomely!"

Seeing the erotic novelist look as dejected as a wilted eggplant, Ron was in a rather good mood and posted a commission.

Admittedly, as a great being, even if Ron were unruly, he wouldn't bully a mere Sequence 8 for no reason.

He did this entirely because of the mysterious lord who had already fled to the "Western Continent".

Hmm... Originally, He said that He would give "Mr. Door" psychological therapy every full moon to maintain a balance between the Door, the Dead Ghost, and the corruption of the Fallen Mother Goddess, and randomly switch control... This hidden danger must be resolved and the characteristics must be taken back.

A thought flashed in Ron's eyes as he glanced once more at Fowles, who had come to him with a pretext.

"The Western Continent?"

"Mr. Destiny, perhaps I know a little bit."

At this moment, the treasure boy Alger Wilson frowned thoughtfully and said, pausing halfway through his sentence and looking at Ron with a questioning gaze.

Let's just say that.

The boy replied indifferently.

"Mr. Destiny, as far as I know, in the legends of the Elven race, their king, Sunia Solem, came from the Western Continent."

"That's impossible!"

The boy paused for a moment, then shook his head.

Before Ron died, he remembered that the Primal Characteristics had been blown to pieces, and before that, the seal of the Dead Monster had already taken shape.

If the characteristics of a "tyrant" were to enter the Western Continent, there would be no way for him to emerge.

Unless some special method is used, or the seal of the "Lord of Mysteries" has a hidden flaw.

"Mr. Destiny, these are just records from some ancient books, and I can't be sure."

"However, the elves are indeed searching for their homeland."

No one knows more about elves than the Church of Storms; they come from the mysterious Western Continent… Why did “Fate” deny this from the very beginning…?

"This has been somewhat helpful to me, at least it has given me some direction. What kind of reward do you want?"

Before the "Hanged Man" could deduce any useful information, he saw Ron wave his hand very generously.

Seeing this, Alger Wilson's mind raced. Everyone in the Tarot Club knew Ron was a wealthy man, but after a moment's hesitation, he finally took a deep breath and chuckled softly, saying:

"No payment is required. This is simply information sharing within the 'Tarot Society,' and the fact that the elves come from the Western Continent isn't exactly a secret."

The mysterious world is not just about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships and social interactions.

Having spent so many years at sea, Alger had long understood this.

Now that there's a Tarot club, becoming a demigod, while difficult, is definitely easier than going through the church. I need to prepare early. If I really have the chance to become a demigod, I'll immediately leave the church and become the fifth king of the sea. At that time, if I have an angel behind me, it will be enough for me to gain a foothold in a short time...

As he pondered, Alger's breathing became slightly heavier, and his gaze toward Ron grew even more fervent.

His greatest fortune in life was being drawn into the Tarot Club by "The Fool," and his second greatest fortune was having the angel "Fate" in the Tarot Club, which saved him from many detours and even allowed him to see where the road ahead lay.

Mr. "The Hanged Man" seemed somewhat excited, his entire demeanor completely different from before. He seemed very grateful to Mr. Ron. Indeed, only Mr. Ron of the Tarot Society could pull off such a feat as becoming a demigod through money.

As Audrey thought about "justice," an elegant smile appeared on her face. She admired Ron's "kindness" and "goodwill" even more, and her emerald eyes seemed to sparkle with stars.

With His help, I entered the Psychological Alchemy Society and gained considerable trust. Mr. Hanged Man was no longer troubled by potion recipes and ingredients, and Silver City, where Little Sun lived, saw a glimmer of hope. Fors, on the other hand, gained a deeper understanding of Mr. Door and had the option to permanently break the curse and preserve his life.

He is truly a lovely angel who brings hope to this world.

"Mr. Destiny, I will look up the relevant information for you within the Psychological Alchemy Society."

As a spectator, Audrey saw all of this clearly. She stood up, raised her hand, and gave Ron a graceful nod.

"Fate, after the gathering I will go to the library in Silver City to check the records about the Elf King Suniasolem."

At this moment, Sun also raised his hand, wanting to offer any help he could.

Although Ron's transaction with Silver City was ostensibly an exchange of equal value, given the environment in Silver City, anyone who traded with them was considered a significant help.

Although Derrick had less experience in certain areas, he was well aware of this: without Ron, Silver City might not be as hopeful as it is now.

"I will write to my teacher to ask."

I'm so useless; I'm the only one who needs to write letters. After all, He saved me and Hugh, so I'll try my best to help.

Given her earlier mockery of Ron, Fors felt she should still express some goodwill.

"Heh, if you need help, feel free to come to me anytime!"

At the very bottom of the bronze table, "The World," carrying the will of Mr. Fool, spoke in a hoarse voice, subtly expressing his desire to help.

Ron was taken aback by the words and actions of the Tarot Club members. Compared to the Tarot Club's proactive help, the old Bitdens of the Twilight Hermits were all about minding their own business.

As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm.

The blond boy pursed his lips, ultimately swallowing back the taunt "You bunch of weaklings." He took a deep breath, arrogantly raised his head, and scoffed disdainfully:

"Hmph, even if you're trying to help me out of kindness, don't expect to get the slightest discount from me!"

As expected of you, you stubborn tsundere!

(End of this chapter)