Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 486 Bernadette, You Don't Want Your Father to Be Like This Either (5K)

Life is mostly unsatisfactory, and the remaining one or two are even more unsatisfactory.

Such a great opportunity, if Ron were in charge of Source Castle, even if he couldn't be captured by the "Hidden Sage", he could at least be given a good slap in the face.

As for Klein...

"You may call me Mr. 'Fool'."

Before I had the "Scepter of Poseidon", I could only pull people into the gray fog to make an impact. After I got the "Scepter of Poseidon", I can still only pull people into the gray fog to make an impact. Isn't the "Scepter of Poseidon" a waste?

The gray fog layered and remained still. Although Mr. Fool outwardly pretended to be a god, he was secretly cursing in his heart.

He thought he could finally show his skills and lay his cards on the table, but instead, an evil god slapped him in the face, leaving Klein quite frustrated.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

"She just said she was 'Admiral of the Stars' Cattleya, so it seems she's that pirate general. Her reputation on the high seas isn't bad. According to what the kid and Mr. Hanged Man said at the Tarot meeting, she should be related to Roselle's eldest daughter, Bernadette."

"And it's highly likely that he's an undercover agent planted by the other side within the 'Morse Penitentiary'."

After a moment's thought, Klein put down the Poseidon's Scepter, which was wreathed in lightning and gale and surrounded by sparkling light.

If he really recruits a follower of an evil god, such as a pirate like the "Admiral of Hell" or the "Undying King," then Klein will kill them all without exception!

The blinding lightning slowly dimmed, and the sound of the wind around her ears also faded away. The divine aura, as majestic as a mountain or a vast ocean, suddenly subsided, as if it had never existed, causing Cattleya's heartbeat to gradually calm down.

Fool?

The scepter in His hands was like a toy; He didn't care about it at all, like trash that could be discarded at will. It carried the scent of ocean waves and storms; it was a high-level sealed artifact from the Storm Path.

General Xing's gaze narrowed slightly, as if he had heard the name somewhere before. It was a title that the secret society had been secretly spreading some time ago, accompanied by a corresponding honorific.

A quarter of an hour earlier, her intelligence agents in Bayam had also sent back a message: the sea god "Kavituwa" had ordered the hunt down of the followers of "The Fool."

The storm path high-level seal that Poseidon held and played with in his hand.

Could that scepter be the "Kavituwa"?

How much time has passed?!

One day? Two days? At most three days, and the sea god, whom even the Storm Church couldn't defeat, has actually become a sealed artifact!?

Cattleya felt like her head was about to explode, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at the towering figure hidden in the gray mist any longer.

If the divine power hadn't been somewhat restrained just now, Gadriya had no doubt that she might have already become a sealed object that allowed people to use witchcraft.

Powerful, terrifying, and mysterious!

This was her first impression of the "Fool".

When you're out in the world, you have to choose your own identity, and Klein is no exception. At the Tarot meeting, Ron always teases him like a little hater, so first impressions are very important when dealing with potential new members.

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Fool. Is there anything I can do for you?"

After a few seconds of conjecture, Xing Shangjiang dared not delay and immediately expressed his sincere gratitude.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, those who are polite will never be truly disliked, while those who lack manners will certainly be ostracized.

This statement is also applicable to this situation.

Ha, if you don't mind, just convert all your wealth into gold coins and give it to me.

Klein inwardly scoffed, but as a god-level powerhouse, he naturally couldn't be so vulgar.

In fact, Mr. Fool couldn't understand why money didn't seem vulgar at all when it came to Ron, but felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.

"It's just a small matter," Klein said casually, but in reality, he hadn't thought of anything else besides the money.

Moreover, it's beneath a great being to constantly talk about rewards.

Seeing that the "Fool" did not show any malice, Cattleya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did she have time to look at the magnificent palace that resembled the dwelling of giants.

After a couple of breaths, she asked hesitantly:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' are there any other people here?"

Since we've encountered something so miraculous, we can't just sit and wait to die. Taking the initiative is always a million times better than being passive.

"Ah, of course. Like you, they were drawn here by me through various circumstances, and they begged me to establish a secret gathering to exchange knowledge, intelligence, and materials."

The tarot deck will keep getting bigger and bigger.

Whenever he thinks of this, Klein feels a sense of pride. After all, the development of the Tarot Society to this day is inseparable from Mr. Fool's tireless efforts in responding to rituals and prayers.

A gathering presided over by a deity, a secret organization unknown to anyone.

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' may I join this gathering?" Cattleya asked earnestly.

In her mind, since she had already come into contact with "The Fool," she might as well take it a step further. Moreover, she felt that the fact that she had been drawn into this group meant that she couldn't simply say she didn't want to join.

"Yes, this gathering will be codenamed after the Major Arcana of the Tarot. You can draw one card from the remaining cards."

Seeing that the Star General was so cooperative, Klein didn't waste any words and directly conjured a tarot deck in front of her. Gadria reached out and casually drew a card, her deep purple eyes sweeping downwards.

Upright - The Hermit.

"Welcome, Lady Hermit. The gathering will be held promptly at 3 PM every Monday afternoon, Backlund time."

"My name must not be spread without my permission!"

"I am the fool, come and chop me if you dare!"

Bayam, the city of generosity.

Inside the Oak Leaf Bar, Ron picked up his glass and gulped down the strong distilled liquor, which emitted a rich aroma, in just a few seconds.

Snapped--

She slammed the empty glass down on the bar, then wiped her mouth and shouted disdainfully:

"I killed all five kings of the seas, what are you pirates compared to me!"

"A bunch of animals with flared dermatitis, do they even deserve to sit with me?!"

The boy raised his middle finger, stood on a high stool, and greeted everyone in the bar with a smug look on his face.

Boasting is a long-standing tradition on the high seas.

You're asking for it!

Seeing this arrogant boy of only sixteen or seventeen years old, "The Clever Speaker" Misor King suddenly felt a surge of anger for some reason.

boom--

He slammed his hand heavily on the bar, suppressing his raging anger, and said with a grim expression:

"Heh, little thing, things among pirates aren't that simple!"

"You? Have you been weaned?"

Just minutes before the boy arrived at the bar, the smooth talker Misor had noticed Ron.

At that moment, after his gaze carefully swept over Ron's appearance and demeanor, he was immediately stunned.

There was no other reason than that this guy was even more handsome than the captain and the red-haired Elaine combined, instantly captivating the pirate general's second-in-command.

The extremely handsome young man seemed to have noticed his gaze as well, and then...

"You son of a bitch, you bastard!"

He's a nice person, it's just a shame he has a mouth.

"The smooth talker, kill him, kill him!"

"Where did this madman come from? The King of the Five Seas is dead; he has no right to even mention him!"

"That guy is infuriating! He actually said we have eversion dermatitis; he must have been spying on us!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!!!"

"Tear his mouth apart! Tear his mouth apart!!!"

Among the crowd, drunkards, pirates, and adventurers stirred up a frenzy, their bloodshot eyes fixed on Ron, creating a sense of unity and determination in a short time.

Honestly, everyone hates using the name "Fool," but that's none of my business.

Upon seeing this, Ron thought to himself, his expression one of utter disdain.

"Screw that lingering warmth of the setting sun!"

He cursed and kicked Misor King, who was sitting next to him and shouting at him, sending him flying dozens of meters away. The pirate's figure flew out rapidly, smashed through the wall with a bang, and spat out a mouthful of blood. It looked like he had broken seven or eight ribs.

The people making a ruckus in the tavern froze, and then they saw Misor King, who had crashed over the wall and was spitting out several mouthfuls of blood, looking horrified. As if some ferocious beast was chasing him, he completely ignored everything else and ran wildly into the distance.

"Missol King ran away?"

"How is that possible? He's the second mate of the 'Disease General,' a powerful and eloquent man."

Upon seeing this scene, the drunks in the tavern were in an uproar. They looked at each other and suddenly calmed down, then looked at the blond boy at the bar with great fear, feeling that something was wrong.

"You're all in the way!"

Sensing that the time was almost up, the young man waved his hand, and an invisible pressure enveloped the bar, instantly causing everyone's eyes to roll back, foaming at the mouth and collapsing to the ground in pain.

In an instant, the once noisy Leafy Bar became extremely quiet, with not a trace of noise remaining.

Ron glanced over, then nodded in satisfaction, pushed his glass towards the trembling bartender, and licked his lips slightly, saying:

"Another one, please."

Q: I want to drink here and discuss the "Hidden Sage" with Bernadette, but I can't let anyone else hear me. What should I do?

A: The person who solves all the problems that create them.

Then some people might ask, why did Ron waste time talking to these pirates, adventurers, and drunkards instead of forcibly getting rid of them all by refusing to eat beef?

Hey! You can eat shit however you want, but you can't say whatever you want!

The benevolent Lord Ron is not an evil god, so why would he attack these people for no reason? Only by provoking the crowd and creating a pretext can he act with a legitimate reason.

Do as you please, but don't harm the old spy!

When Bernadette pushed open the bar door following the guidance of fate, she saw this chaotic scene: everyone lying on the ground peacefully.

She remained silent for a while, unsure of what to say. Although she hadn't seen the graceful, silver-haired, blood-eyed lady from last time, she no longer needed to search for her.

Because in the entire tavern, only one unfamiliar young man was sitting at the bar drinking.

"Long time no see, would you like a drink?"

The sound of wind chimes at the tavern entrance reached his ears. Ron turned to the side, raised his glass, and chuckled softly.

"No need, sir. Will there be any problem discussing this here?"

What Bernadette really wanted to ask was, "Won't there be any problems with your arrogance?" But she swallowed the words back.

"Hmm, there might be a minor issue, but that's none of our business."

The boy chuckled, his expression showing utter indifference to everything.

It seems to be the same person; their manner of speaking and tone are exactly the same.

Bernadette nodded to herself, confirming that she had not chosen the wrong person.

Smelling the rich aroma of alcohol in the air, and watching the young man drink one glass after another without any intention of discussing important matters, Bernadette hesitated for a moment, then finally mustered the courage to ask:

"Your Excellency, I have a question for you. Is the Black Emperor's ascension ritual related to the distorted laws, rules, and mausoleum?"

Did Russell Gustav ultimately change course?

Upon hearing this, the blond boy put down the cup he was about to drink and said with a light laugh:

"Heh, you don't need to be so cautious. Besides agreeing to your deal, I also want your cooperation on some other things."

"Don't worry, although this will likely result in your immediate death, your body transforming into a monster, and your mind twisting into a madman."

You really didn't need to go into such detail, and besides, how can this put my mind at ease!?

Upon hearing this, the woman with chestnut hair frowned slightly, then asked without revealing any emotion:

"Sir, what is it?"

"The Hidden Sage, I want to capture this guy, but I can't find any trace of him. It is said that you have been fighting against the Morse Penitent Order for many years, so you should have a lot of information. Moreover, you are a high-ranking person in the Path of the Seekers, so he should be very willing to impart knowledge to you."

"Besides, you look just like my ideal type."

A hidden sage!?

He actually wants to fight that evil god, and what does it mean that it conforms to your aesthetic sense?

"His tone sounded very confident, as if dealing with that evil god wouldn't be too difficult, or if he had helpers, or..."

Russell's eldest daughter paused slightly, not responding immediately, but standing still to carefully consider whether there was a trap.

Bernadette was not surprised by Ron's explicit price increase; in fact, she was prepared for it.

Although she didn't think Ron, with his good track record of dealings, would covet anything from her, it was something she had to be wary of in this cutthroat world.

The promise she received in exchange for a level-zero sealed artifact was far from enough to save her father.

Based on the clues gathered in the current investigation, as well as what she saw and heard back then, Bernadette clearly knew the extent to which her father had ultimately reached.

It could be a true god!

If Ron could so easily grant such a request to help a true god, then Bernadette would have to suspect that he was deceiving her.

"From what He said, it seems that He wanted to make a direct move while the hidden sage was imparting knowledge to me, and He was quite confident in doing so."

"No, I cannot withstand a clash between gods. Even the slightest bit of force would be enough to kill me instantly."

"Moreover, He said I fit His aesthetic standards."

Just then, Bernadette noticed the boy on the bar stool adjust his dark sunglasses, seemingly growing impatient, and calmly said:

"I know this is a difficult thing, but I am the only one in this world who has the ability to save your father. I can give you time to think about it, but I will also give you some information for free in return."

"First, Roselle did indeed become the Black Emperor, his aim being to escape the pollution from the stars after his death and be resurrected."

"Secondly, I can tell you clearly that you cannot get rid of that kind of pollution by relying solely on the true God."

"Third, if we want a Black Emperor to die, then a new Black Emperor can reclaim the position of Sequence Zero. The Rune royal family is also planning the ascension ceremony, which is estimated to be within the next two years."

"Bernarde, you've been searching for this answer for so long, you wouldn't want your father to die quietly, would you?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying an inexplicable sense of coercion. His choice of words was so poor that it made Bernadette feel a surge of anxiety.

What are you saying? I think I've heard something similar from him before.

"Sir, is there anything I can do for you?"

Just as Ron had expected, Bernadette had no way to refuse. She could only suppress the inexplicable feeling in her heart and ask cautiously and somewhat awkwardly.

She was prepared to sacrifice her body, even if the deity opposite her really treated her father like he did those noble ladies, she, Bernadette, would accept it!

"Very good, use your connections to get me into the Morse Order."

what?

Upon hearing this, Bernadette Gustave was instantly stunned. Her azure eyes, as blue as the ocean, widened slightly, as if she could hardly believe what she had just heard.

What do you mean by that?!

All that buildup was just to say this!?

Seeing this, Ron immediately curled his lips into a wicked smile, feigning innocence as he demanded:

"What? You don't want to? Or are you thinking about something filthy? Hmm!?"

"I... I wasn't thinking anything!"

Upon hearing this, Bernadette Gustave reacted as if her tail had been stepped on, shouting frantically as if trying to prove her innocence.

But the next second, she sensed something was wrong. Her azure eyes shifted slightly, and she caught sight of Ron's slightly upturned, wicked smile.

He's playing me!?

He was definitely playing a trick on me!

The tall woman froze for a moment, then her breathing suddenly became heavy, her fists clenched so tightly that her palms cracked, and blood vessels seemed to appear in her eyes, just like the drunkards who had been provoked to the point of cursing earlier.

Hold on, Bernadette, you can do it!

Do as you please, but do not harm; remember the maxim of the spy.

The muscles on the mysterious queen's face twitched slightly, but her expression remained blank for a full three minutes before she finally calmed down.

But just then, Ron suddenly hummed in a cheeky tone:

"Heh, I love that look on your face—wanting to hit me but unable to do anything about it~"

Fuck your mother!!!

(End of this chapter)