Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 460 The debt of gratitude owed to Lord Ron can never be repaid (3K)

"You must understand that many people fail when they are closest to success, so the closer you get to success, the more vigilant you must be!"

"This can be explained by a theorem: the more you don't want something to happen, the more likely it is to happen."

Life is unpredictable, and the large intestine contains the small intestine. Ron's wise saying is not entirely wrong, even if it is a profound one.

Yes, never make a promise you can't keep!

The blond boy's point of view made Mr. Fool nod in agreement. Although he couldn't provide any evidence, it didn't stop this unlucky fellow from agreeing with it.

"The Sun," Derrick, moved his lips slightly, clearly wanting to ask why, but seeing that all the members of the Tarot Club seemed thoughtful, he could only scratch the back of his head sheepishly and sincerely thank them:

"Thank you for the information. You are truly a kind, warm-hearted, and compassionate person."

Kindness? Enthusiasm? Mercy?

I bother!

The new member, "Moon," Emlyn, twitched at these words, feeling a discomfort in his throat as if he hadn't drunk blood for days, as if there was something inside that he had to vomit.

"Don't mention it, it's mainly your own courage and conviction!"

Ron nodded slightly, surprisingly offering a humble remark that left Klein stunned.

Good heavens, has this little brat finally learned some wonderful virtues?

Could it be that my luck has finally turned around and I can finally live a good life?

Before the "Fool" Klein could finish his exclamation, sensing something was amiss, Ron raised his head even higher, smirked, and said:

"You can totally ask Mr. 'Fool' for help with this kind of thing; he's only a tiny bit worse than me."

As the boy spoke, he bent his fingers, bringing his index finger and thumb close together, almost touching.

Indeed, one should never make a promise!

Every time he relaxed, this annoying boy would cause him a lot of trouble. Klein felt that he hadn't learned anything else, but he had certainly improved his adaptability and thick skin.

Hmph, I call this remaining calm even if Mount Tai collapses before me.

Klein muttered to himself narcissistically, knowing that he couldn't always rely on Ron to back him up. So, he brazenly dug his toes into the ground, raised his chin slightly as if no one else was around, and adopted a leisurely and indifferent posture.

"My promise is valid forever!"

His point was about equivalent exchange, which was the original intention behind the Tarot Club, and "The Sun" was, after all, someone he brought in.

What a damn pretentious show-off! All despicable fortune tellers are like this!

Seeing that Klein's skin was now as thick as a city wall and he didn't react at all to his persecution, Ron was shocked and suddenly thought of the old master, who was also a very good actor.

vomit~

The great Ron Sothos quickly looked at the noble lady who was observing the interaction, thus ending the psychological trauma of this utterly disgusting person.

The death of the "King of the Five Seas" was like the gold coins in Klein's purse disappearing forever. Although everyone in the Tarot Club was curious before, they didn't find it so shocking after learning that Ron was the one who did it.

Isn't this something that should be done, something that should be taken for granted?

Seeing that the matter was now closed, "Justice" Audrey turned her gaze to the head of the bronze table and said with a hint of apology:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fool, due to the chaos in Backlund this past month, and the conflict between the military, the royal family, and the church, I haven't received the follow-up to Roselle's Diary. Please wait another week."

The effects of Ron's existence did not end there. Although the royal family reacted quickly due to the loss of the "Imaginary Angel's" help, many of the messes caused by the "Black Emperor" were still brought to the attention of the three major churches.

Edsac Augustus alone could not persuade the Church, which possessed some of the clues.

Mr. Fool's efforts were not in vain; at least he genuinely saved some people.

Of course, Ron's role in this cannot be ignored. He prefers a perfect ending and does not want his mood to be affected by external factors while enjoying defeating the "Primal Creator".

The royal family only needs to consider how to cover things up, how to shift blame, and how to pay the price once things are exposed, while Ron Sothos has to consider many more things.

"Okay," Klein replied calmly and without any emotion, completely unaware that he was acting as a troublemaker in Backlund.

Hearing their conversation, "The Magician" Fors was startled awake and quickly looked towards the head of the long bronze table, saying:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have received three pages of Russell's diary."

Good, the more members there are, the more channels there are. Aside from Ron, the Tarot Club finally looks a bit like a secret organization.

Klein nodded slightly and said:

"very good."

Russell's Diary? The vampire seemed to have heard something incredible. Before Emlyn could think about it, the diary that had materialized in front of the "Magician" jumped into Mr. Fool's hands.

"February 12th, that idiot Florent."

Mr. Fool's reading time was as usual. Apart from the blond boy who was tilting his head to look at the diary and wondering if he was having fun, no other members spoke up.

A long silence fell once again above the gray fog.

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Just then, Klein's gaze suddenly sharpened as he saw an incredible name.

Hermes? He's still alive?! And he even participated in that extremely mysterious gathering with Roselle!

This is a living fossil in the history of human occultism!

With his profound knowledge of occultism, did he know exactly which era this old gentleman was active in?

That's...

No, the ancient sun god, Amon, and even Medici and Ron are probably older than Hermes. And strictly speaking, I am older than him. According to the time scale, it wouldn't be a problem for Him to call me my great-great-great-grandfather.

The old man was actually myself!?

Thinking about this, Klein, feeling a little smug, felt that Hermes was nothing special.

Well, while it's very easy to get things done with big shots, it also leads to many problems, such as always elevating yourself and losing your usual caution. You must remember this: you can only be yourself!

"I'll find an opportunity to ask him later and see if he has any news."

Turning to the first page of the diary, "The Fool" Klein summarized his thoughts while opening the remaining two pages.

"I really don't understand these nobles. Did I sleep with them, or did they sleep with me?"

"Damn it, Mrs. Teddes is going to drip wax on me today and tie me up."

"Oh! Damn it, there's no way that thing could fit in there!"

"My butt hurts"

These two pages of the diary were filled with Roselle's romantic escapades and funny incidents. Although there was no important information, Klein still found them very amusing.

"The Fool" Klein leaned back slightly, letting the diary in his hand disappear as he chuckled and said:

"You may begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he smoothly manipulated the dummy "World" and looked at Alger Wilson, who had messy, seaweed-like hair.

"Mr. Hanged Man, is there any good news regarding the properties of my Sequence Six Witch?"

This was his harvest when he was the "Black Emperor." He entrusted the other party to sell it on his behalf at the party two years ago. It turned out that the witch characteristics were indeed difficult to sell, because almost all the buyers were members of the witch cult, and these cultists were not people he could meet often.

"I was just about to say that."

"It was bought for £4000 yesterday, and according to my friend, the buyer was Misor King, the second mate of the sick general."

"According to the deal, you have to give me 400 pounds, and I will give you the remaining 3600 pounds after the party."

"So expensive. I should have known better than to be so generous with a tenth of the commission. But at least it's my first pot of gold," Klein silently consoled himself, then asked in a hoarse voice:

"Miss Justice, I have a lead on the characteristics of a psychiatrist, but it will take a week or a month to get it. It only costs 900 pounds. I wonder if you need it?"

He was referring to a "psychologist" for the creeping hunger, and as far as Klein knew, Miss "Justice" also seemed to have an extraordinary pet.

"Okay, no problem, deal!"

Susie hasn't even finished digesting the "Mind Reader's" potion yet, so waiting a week or a month is perfectly fine. Besides, I can't always rely on the "Psychological Alchemy Society," because getting a second potion from them would expose Susie's existence.

"Justice" Audrey naturally couldn't let this opportunity pass; a mere nine hundred pounds was simply not worth her attention.

Well, that gives me a total of £5500, enough to buy property in Backlund or a powerful offensive weapon.

But just then, before Klein could even begin to make any connections after painstakingly saving money, his heart sank.

Because he saw Ron staring at him with a strange look in his eyes.

Pay me back!

Yes, now that we have money, it's time to pay our taxes again. We can never repay Lord Ron's kindness!

Putting aside all the miscellaneous help he received, Klein hasn't even finished repaying the craving for help yet.

After all, Ron was only symbolically accepting £10,000, but he couldn't possibly be so ignorant as to only give £10,000.

Considering Ron's help and the number of times he had saved his life over the past few months, Klein roughly calculated in his mind that £50 was a reasonable price.

6340/500000

"I will pay back the debt!"

At that moment, Klein, who was heavily in debt, suddenly had the illusion that he could throw his backside at the other party to pay off his debt.

"Hmph, there's no rush. You can pay it back slowly. Just kill a few more pirates and you'll be able to pay it off."

Ron nodded in satisfaction. "Since you want to pay it back, then pay it back."

Ron had mixed feelings about Klein. This guy had helped him a lot, and Ron wasn't too bothered by him not paying back the money.

After all, in the eyes of such a great being, everything he gave Klein was nothing but junk. As for Ron taking notice of it or keeping it in his heart, that was a non-existent possibility.

And now, that pile of junk has actually won the unwavering loyalty of a "Source Castle" holder, tsk.

Mr. Fool's ass is really cheap.

(End of this chapter)