Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 485 Pay Back Your Debt, Bernadette! (Two-in-One, 6K)

The moment Klein saw Ron put on his monocle, a sense of déjà vu washed over him.

That was the tempering in the factory, that was the temptation of the conman, that was the smug face of the angel of time.

King of Angels—Amon!

But after thinking about it, Klein didn't find it strange anymore.

Given Ron's initial promotion level, doing this was perfectly reasonable.

"That's right, this way all the problems can be perfectly solved. Given Amon's reputation in the Extraordinary World, it doesn't seem out of place for him to take the blame."

Klein remained silent, not even considering offering a word of defense for his "nephew."

He's neither Amon's biological father nor his stepfather, so why is he meddling so much?

"Amon?"

Renette Tinicul's four heads spoke in unison, even their calm tone carrying a hint of surprise.

His figure immediately retreated, and the surging spiritual gate shook as the "ancient evil" attempted to end the summons and retreat into the depths of the spirit world.

The angel of time's disgraceful reputation was known to almost everyone in high positions with a bit of insight.

After all, you never know when you might run into someone like Amon.

"Rest assured, madam, I have changed for the better. I have submitted to my Father, the great ruler of time and space!"

Faced with this situation, Ron did not stop him. Instead, he patted his chest loudly and began to boast about the great achievements of the "Time and Space Ruler".

Hey, aren't you being a little too shameless? Amon would be furious if he knew!

Wait a minute, this little brat came here pretending to be "The Fool"!

No wonder he was so skilled!

The fire doesn't get to you until it burns you. Thinking of this, Klein almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He silently moved his feet, distancing himself from Ron.

After all, the oracle of the sea god "Kavituwa" greatly increased Mr. Fool's fame.

Today, it is considered one of the major cults, having completely shed its status as a nobody.

"God of Time and Space"

Upon hearing this name, Renette Tinicell abruptly stopped in her retreat. Her four heads and eight eyes stared at Ron. His bright and elegant appearance, combined with this terrifying and bizarre scene, gave her a strange and eerie beauty.

The "Ancient Evils" had also heard of this deity who later occupied the "Rose School" and the Highland Kingdom.

To be honest, He held this deity in high regard, but He did not contact him without permission because of the "Rose School." In fact, it could be said that Renette Tinicel avoided Ron.

What do His subordinates want from me? What is their purpose?

There is no love or hate without a reason in this world. With all four of her minds working simultaneously, Renette Tinker quickly came to a conclusion.

The other party has come for the "Bound God"!

After all, a crippled angel is not worth the gods going to great lengths for.

Seeing this, the blond boy expertly adjusted his monocle and smiled slightly, saying:

"Yes, my Father in Heaven, the great ruler of time and space, was deeply moved upon hearing your story. He admires the spirit of self-control and sacrifice, and detests those who are driven by desire and lack faith. He is a god full of love and compassion!"

"He is so loving, so great, ruling over reality, manipulating the past and the future, and is humanity's only hope for surviving the end of the world!"

Mr. Ron never hesitates to boast, because he always tells the truth.

Keep bragging, you're shameless! I've never been as good at bragging as you at a tarot reading session.

Seeing this, Klein silently grumbled to himself.

He originally thought his skills at showing off above the gray fog were already pretty impressive, but now he realized that when it came to shamelessness, he was actually second, while Ron was number one.

Klein moved his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but quickly gave up.

This is the time for the big shots to negotiate; he has no right to interrupt.

"The God of Time and Space admires you, so it's not difficult for you to recover your state. With his great and supreme wisdom, he only needs to issue a command, and you will naturally be restored to your full state."

As the saying goes, "love me, love my dog," we're all family now, why be so polite?

Upon thinking of this, the blond boy's brows relaxed slightly, and he seemed to be in a much better mood.

"That's called bribery!"

Hearing Ron's promise, the ancient evil creature hesitated, but it couldn't deny that it was deeply tempted.

Her dark, somber Gothic dress swayed slightly, and after a long while, two words came out from the two heads she was holding in her left hand.

"What...is the price?"

Tsk... How can I possibly say that...

The small fry who was just full of confidence suddenly felt a little guilty.

You can't exactly say that you traded it for your apprentice, can you?

"Ha, no price is required, or rather, someone has already paid the price for you!"

Someone...paid...the price for me?

A spiritual breeze stirred, and Renette Tinicol's four heads swayed simultaneously, speaking in unison once more:

"He... is... a chosen one of the God of Time and Space?"

He was referring to Klein.

As a high-ranking spirit being, even if He couldn't see the special characteristics of the poor ghost clearly, He could still get a general idea, which is why He asked that question.

Before Ron could answer, He continued speaking to himself:

"I served as...his...messenger...in exchange for...reward..."

Hmm, like Sharon, she restrains her desires and never accepts benefits without reason. Does this mean she can support herself?

"That's your problem."

Anyway, your apprentice is working for you...

Ron silently grumbled to himself, then looked at Klein with his expressive eyes.

You better not reveal my true identity, or you'll be in big trouble!

After giving a mock threatening look, Ron vanished in a flash.

"Um... ma'am, do you think there's a charge for delivering the mail?"

"Yes! One... gold coin each time..."

"..."

………………

Backlund.

Joewood District.

A gray haze hung over the metropolis, though the pungent smell in the air was much less intense than when Bernadette visited last year.

"If it were him, he definitely wouldn't have crammed all these factories together..."

A hint of nostalgia flashed in her beautiful eyes as the "mysterious queen" Bernadette pushed open the door of a restaurant and entered without being noticed by anyone.

This is an Intis-style restaurant, and the walls and ceilings, adorned with opulent gold decorations, unconsciously drew her back to her memories.

After passing through the first floor and going up to the second floor, the lady with chestnut hair pushed open the door of a private room and saw the letters on the table.

As a prominent figure in the mysterious world, although she is not an angel herself, the power Bernadette has built is not to be underestimated.

"Nast Solomon is dead?! And in safe waters no less..."

As soon as the thick envelope was opened, the muscles on the "mysterious queen's" face twitched slightly, and a look of disbelief appeared on her face.

Who made this?

Who has the ability to kill a pirate king on the high seas?!

Why would he go to safe waters patrolled by church vessels?

After thinking for a moment, she decided to put the question aside for the time being and then took out another piece of paper from the mail.

"The large-scale human trafficking by the Ruen royal family is suspected to be related to the tombs left by the Tudor family in the Quaternary period."

"The Royal Family of Ruen does indeed have access to legal avenues, and we suspect they may possess a corresponding blasphemous card made by Emperor Rosell."

"There is a high probability that there are angels in the royal family who have the Black Emperor's path."

"Judging from the reactions of the three major churches, they seem to know more."

Bernadette flipped through the remaining letters again and again, her chestnut eyebrows furrowing together.

Black Emperor, it's Black Emperor again!

With her thoughts slightly jumbled, Rosell's eldest daughter rose and began pacing back and forth in the secluded private room, carefully considering the hidden connection between the two.

Perhaps we could ask Bonova?

Never mind... I haven't contacted Him in so long, decades... centuries...

The Royal Family of Rune could not possibly possess the Black Emperor's Blasphemy Card, as it is undoubtedly in the hands of the rogue Black Emperor.

The rogue Black Emperor had thwarted many royal plans and had already disappeared on New Year's Eve...

"But where could he run to... The rank of the blasphemous tablet is too high for me to predict. If it were me, I would definitely escape to the sea. The more chaotic the place, the easier it is to hide..."

Wait, at sea?

Bernadette lightly flicked her fingers and pulled out the first intelligence report from the sea.

"Nastor Solomon fell at sea."

Did Nast Solomon go to the safe lane because of the attraction of the blasphemous card?

Make a bold hypothesis, then carefully verify it. Bernadette's azure eyes, as if containing a vast ocean, flashed for a moment, and I kept this guess in my heart.

Afterward, she focused her attention on other intelligence about the Ruen royal family, trying to piece together some clues from it.

This was partly for the "sage" ritual, and partly because she instinctively felt that everything the Ruen royal family did was very similar to what her father had done in his later years.

At least they are both "brutal and inhumane".

There must be some secret here that she doesn't know!

"Trading slaves, and being involved in the mausoleum, must not be known to the church or close relatives; he changed his name to Caesar the Great..."

Black Emperor?

She rubbed her forehead, feeling that something didn't quite add up.

"Based on my investigation and the knowledge imparted by the Hidden Sage, there must be a true Black Emperor in the Fourth Epoch."

"He is capable of influencing the aesthetics and laws of all humanity in the Fourth Age; judging from the characteristics of this path, distortion and manipulation of rules are its essence..."

"The archaeological records from the Quaternary period do indeed correspond to this, but neither he nor the Loen royal family required the people to wear asymmetrical clothing and shoes..."

"He merely enacted a civil code, replacing the old order..."

Upon realizing this, Bernadette seemed to understand something, and her expression suddenly darkened.

The replacement of the old with the new is itself a distortion of the laws of the old era, and the currency of the Kingdom of Loen is notoriously difficult to use, much like the asymmetrical aesthetics of the Fourth Age...

“No way!?”

Even though she had guessed part of the truth, Bernadette still found it hard to accept.

This was both shocking and unbelievable, and she clearly remembered that her father was a "peeper" and a "generalist".

This is not adjacent to "lawyer"!

"Perhaps he had some compelling reason to become a god back then..."

At this moment, Bernadette felt both worried and delighted.

Her worry was that her father had attempted suicide, but her joy was that he was likely still alive.

"Yes, maybe it's in the diary!"

"I have to ask Him; perhaps I can ask Him to intervene and grant me that one chance I obtained with the wishing lamp!"

………………

Bayam.

The sun was shining brightly, the dark clouds had long since dissipated, and fresh air, carried by a gentle breeze, drifted into the gradually awakening city.

The battle between "Poseidon" and "Aquaman" had long ended, and Ron didn't care much about who won.

It's just a mere Sequence 3, whether Klein can get any benefits depends entirely on his abilities.

If you're going to force yourself to feed him, you might as well make him kowtow a few times and acknowledge you as his godfather.

"Give this to the maid on Williams Street."

Ron tossed the note to Habakak, watching it deftly stuff it into an envelope, affix a beautiful wax seal, and swiftly enter the spirit world. He nodded slightly.

Look, now that's what a messenger looks like!

The letter was naturally about Renette Tinicol; one should take care of one's own maid, and it was just a few words anyway.

The hotel room was empty; even the dog had been sent by Ron to investigate clues about the "Morse Penitentiary".

To capture the "Hidden Sage" and cause trouble for the Celestial, the only way is to trace him back to his followers.

In fact, Ron's idea was to blend in and wait for the Hidden Sage to show himself, which would have been the perfect plan, but he was currently struggling to find a way to do so.

He is a righteous god, and he has no habit of getting entangled with evil gods.

"I've discovered that I seem to have some strange attributes..."

"First, she helped Amon find his biological father, then she helped Winchester rejoin his family, and finally, she happened to run into Sharon's teacher..."

"Damn, are we going to have to find someone else's father again next?!"

Ron muttered something and was about to get up and leave when Habakak came from the spirit world again, bowed, and took out a large letter from his small pocket.

"Great ruler of time and space, this letter was sent to me by a human named Bernadette."

Without Ron needing to ask, Habakak automatically announced who the messenger was, providing a comfortable and perfect service.

Bernadette?

Ron frowned slightly, then relaxed after two seconds, remembering who Bernadette was.

Roselle's eldest daughter, the owner of the Dawn.

"It's a way for those who seek secrets!"

"Oh, Russell, you've been doing all sorts of bad things, haven't you? Let your daughter pay off your debts."

His golden eyes suddenly shone brightly, as if a light was flashing within them. If he could really use this to trick the old Celestial Venerable, then Ron's words would not be unfounded.

The boy took the letter, opened it, and read it carefully.

After a long while, his lips twitched slightly, and he turned the letter in his hand into nothingness.

Although the letter was long, it consisted mostly of polite remarks and bold conjectures. According to Ron's summary, the main theme of the letter was...

Save my dad!

"Master, if you're not satisfied, I still remember Bernadette's location. I can teach her a lesson for you!"

Seeing Ron Sothos's expression, Habakak mustered his courage and offered a presumptuous suggestion.

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Speaking of which, you've been my messenger for quite some time now."

Although we didn't exchange letters very often, we would only receive a few letters from Hazel each month to maintain our relationship.

The blond boy silently complained to himself, his gaze fixed on the somewhat stiff messenger.

"Well, upholding the dignity of the Great Ruler of Time and Space is the unwavering and steadfast belief of a loyal servant."

The spirit creature, resembling a rogue boss, immediately fawned over Ron, its vertical pupils filled with loyalty as it stared expectantly at him.

There's no way around it, it just really wants to improve!

To advance further at the demigod level, besides finding suitable materials, one can only rely on the blessings of a great being.

"See, what's the rush? Do you think I'd let you down?"

Ron, somewhat guilty, uttered a lie, but outwardly maintained the dignity befitting a great being, appearing indifferent and dignified without joy or sorrow.

To be honest, Ron hadn't really paid much attention to the messenger, but now it seems that the messenger wasn't entirely useless.

"You correspond to Sequence Four 'Arcanist'. I have quite a few corresponding traits, and you have the potential to become an angel."

"but."

Once the leader utters a "but," it means that everything above is just empty promises. However, the simple-minded spirit beings are unaware of the despicable tricks of humans. They simply perk up and listen more carefully to Ron's words, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"Gaining divinity is not as simple as you imagine. I have traveled to the stars. The universe is vast and boundless, but beings with divinity are extremely rare."

"They can't find the path and are trapped under divinity, but you are lucky, so I have high hopes for you!"

Hearing the great being before him say this, and hearing that Ron actually thought highly of him, Habakak was immediately overjoyed to receive the empty promise of advancement from the boy.

My master values ​​me so much; I thought He had almost forgotten about me.

There are countless creatures in the starry sky who aren't even worthy of licking my feet!

So many people want to kneel down but don't even have the opportunity!

Without hesitation, it immediately prostrated itself on the ground in a gesture of respect.

"Yes, great master, I will serve you forever."

"Very good, go down and tell Bernadette that I am waiting for her in Bayam."

"Yes, great ruler of time and space!"

Ron Sothos is best at making grand promises.

If he hadn't had this skill, he might still be arguing with the Old Celestial Venerable and the Old God in the time loop, neither of them willing to let go.

After straightening his clothes and tying his slightly wavy, long, golden hair into a ponytail, the boy put on sunglasses, went out, found a bar, and waited while drinking.

"Wow, this scepter should be at least Sequence 3, and it can be used above the gray fog, unlike 0-21 which is so troublesome."

Above the gray mist, a figure shrouded in the mist let out a pathetic sigh, as if it had never seen any powerful sealing artifact before.

Klein toyed with the Poseidon's Scepter in his hand, sometimes unleashing a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, sometimes summoning a gale that churned the gray fog in front of him.

Unlike the sealed artifacts rented from Ron, this one is entirely the property of Mr. Fool.

After several months of hard work in the extraordinary world, "Tarot Club" has developed its own foundation.

"The only problem is, what should we do with Bayam's followers of the sea god Kavituwa?"

"Disperse them and let them live their lives peacefully? No, they didn't gather because of their worship of the sea god. Although the sea serpent of Kavituwa is crazy, it is also a pillar of the local people's spirit against colonization. If they are doing well, they have no need to believe in the sea god."

"Hand them over to Ron?"

As he pondered this, Klein suddenly remembered that the little brat seemed to be a professional anti-colonial figure, and handing these people over to Him would surely be the best outcome.

But looking at the powerful sealing artifact in his hand, Klein suddenly felt a little reluctant.

Getting anything of value out of him is worse than killing him. People can be resurrected after they die, but once money is gone, you have to start earning it all over again.

"If Ron really wanted it, he wouldn't have needed to involve the Fool at all. He could have just dealt with the sea serpent himself; it would have been as easy as a slap for Him."

"He knows 'The Fool' is just an empty shell. What can I do to help these believers who are dumped on me?"

"."

As he was thinking, Klein suddenly felt something was off. Remembering Ron's carefree attitude, he wanted to slap himself.

"Seriously, I was so stupid. If Mr. 'The Fool' is just an empty shell, couldn't he have developed it secretly?"

"Moreover, Ron's original intention was definitely not just to let me obtain this sealed artifact. The sea god believers and the resistance forces hidden behind the sealed artifact may be his true intention."

"Little brat, if you care about me, just say so. Why all the coy stuff?"

Considering the covetous gaze of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" and Ron's desire for him to seize "Yuanbao," Klein felt that Ron's thoughts were almost identical to his own guesses.

Having figured this out, Mr. Fool felt a little relieved, tightened his grip on the Poseidon's Scepter, and let out a long breath.

From now on, the "Fool" can be seen as a great being, rather than someone who relies on sacrifices and the gray fog to deceive.

It feels so good to have confidence.

Just then, as Klein was about to leave the Source Castle and return to reality to get a good night's sleep and restore his spirituality, one of the deep red stars floating above the gray mist began to pulsate and twinkle.

"This person isn't a member of the Tarot Club?"

Upon witnessing this scene, Klein immediately extended his spirituality and touched the surface of the crimson star.

The stars suddenly scattered, forming a picture in front of Mr. Fool.

A woman wearing thick glasses and with deep purple eyes collapsed to the ground in agony, clutching an astrolabe that flashed with strange symbols in her hand. Various bloody cracks appeared on her body, with blood droplets surging inside, vaguely forming eyeballs that did not contain cold and ruthless gazes.

Her ears were torn and deformed, twisting little by little into the shape of a trumpet, and she was lying on the ground howling in pain. However, these were not the focus of the "Fool".

The key point is that behind this woman who collapsed in pain, there was a semi-transparent eye without eyelashes, with a gaze full of indifference.

That is

The Hidden Sage!

(End of this chapter)