Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 490 Cattleya: What's your relationship with my mom?! (6.4K) 2-in-1

Another extraordinary being, and a Sequence Six extraordinary being at that. Just how many people has Mr. "World" killed this week?

"Including the four cult members who believed in the 'Primordial Moon,' is he going to kill one a day and then have the weekends off?"

"The Magician" Fors looked at "The World" in surprise, never expecting that this previously unassuming member of the Tarot Club would be so brutal.

She dealt with more extraordinary individuals in just one week than she had ever known any.

At that moment, the danger level of "the world" rose rapidly in her mind, even surpassing that of Ron.

After all, according to the writer's imagination, if she were to "make a mistake," the "God of Time and Space" would most likely just ignore her and punish her at most, but the "world" is different.

"He really killed!"

How come all the members of the Tarot Club are hiding their true abilities so well? Am I the only newbie?

The Magician slightly shrank his neck, feeling like a salted fish that had infiltrated a group of sharks.

It's obvious who's swimming naked.

"No, even though Mr. Ron claimed before the New Year that he had solved my Full Moon Talk problem, if I don't work hard to become stronger, I'll definitely fall too far behind the other members of the Tarot Club, and I might even get kicked out of the Tarot Club..."

After thinking it over, Fowles Wall decided that he still had to work hard to turn things around and become stronger.

Otherwise, I would feel too insecure!

"Mr. World didn't recognize me that day? He knew I was in the audience, wasn't he worried I'd notice if he took out his trophies like that?"

"This can only mean one thing: he doesn't care about his identity being exposed at all, but why...?"

"Justice" Audrey's mind shifted, and she saw Ron across from her. She immediately realized and stopped dwelling on the matter.

Ron is a big mouth; everyone who knows him knows that.

It's possible he's already revealed each other's identities.

"Sequence Six, so the person he killed on the street that day was a Sequence Six. What's the difference between that and killing an ordinary person? That pirate didn't put up any decent resistance at all..."

Thinking of this, Audrey tilted her head and said with a light smile:

"More than that, I'm more concerned about the characteristics of a psychologist that you mentioned at the last gathering, Mr. World."

Yes, this is for Susie!

"Well……"

Gehrman Sparrow was immediately embarrassed, somewhat reluctant to let go of the "psychologist" characteristics of his wriggling, hungry inner sheep.

After the last battle, he discovered that the extraordinary ability "Dragon's Might" was truly useful, especially against those with weak minds.

"I will do it as soon as possible."

As soon as possible!

Why not kill someone in the street as soon as possible?

Audrey Hall paused slightly, muttering a strange thought to herself.

Sigh... I need to find new prey again, preferably the kind that can be grazed...

"The Fool" Klein sighed inwardly. Seeing that the Tarot Club members weren't particularly interested in the "Corrupted Baron's" characteristics, he manipulated the world and said in a hoarse voice:

"Heh, perhaps I can use it to make a magical item."

What to do if a product with exceptional features doesn't sell well? Of course, you should try a different sales approach.

In the extraordinary world, magical items are undoubtedly among the most sought-after things.

Upon hearing this, Alger Wilson, who had been silent and secretly wary of the new member, nodded slightly and said in a relaxed tone:

"I know a craftsman who can help with this, but you'll have to pay an extra £200 for the production fee."

"Also, you have to give me a 100-pound cut."

Even if you are a Star General, so what? Can you still compete with me in this area?

Alger, with his messy, seaweed-like hair, narrowed his eyes slightly, and the weight in his heart gradually lifted.

For him, the task at hand is to make money. He has already acquired the potion recipe for "Ocean Singer," but he is short of a large amount of money to purchase its special properties.

He would naturally not refuse any business that came his way.

I must say, as expected of you, Mr. Hanged Man! You were hiding your abilities before; it seems competition is a good thing...

But your commission and production costs are way too high!

Before "The Fool" Klein could even feel the pain of receiving Alger's offer, he saw the Tarot Club's big spender slightly raise his hand.

Did you raise your hand?

"Mr. World, what kind of abilities does it have? Can I order the magical items you commissioned to make?"

In the eyes of the "psychologist," magical items that enhance combat power are far more useful than mere extraordinary traits.

"Even if I can advance to the level of a hypnotist in the next two days, my direct combat ability will still not be strong enough, so I can only deal with unexpected situations by relying on magical items..."

Since I intend to investigate the royal family's human trafficking activities on my own, I must make certain preparations.

As for why not ask Ron and have him give you some magical items or high-level talismans?

That's because Audrey was a respectable noblewoman.

She has a sense of shame; after all, their relationship hasn't reached that level yet, so how could she casually ask for the man's property?

They've run away from home and still have so much money...

Seeing the noble lady's composed demeanor, Klein felt a pang of jealousy and, while controlling "the world," hoarsely replied:

"Alright, the Corrupted Baron's abilities can enhance some of your physical attributes, but the core ability is to distort the thoughts and words of others, constructing rules that benefit oneself..."

"..."

"However, you'll have to tell the craftsman what shape you need for the item."

"Perhaps there's an even simpler way, Miss Justice. You can buy the trait from me and then have Mr. 'The Hanged Man' commission its creation."

"The Corrupted Baron's stats, you can take it home for 3800 pounds!"

Out of consideration for the little kid and his bicycle partner, Klein didn't shamelessly ask for a high price of 4000 pounds.

£3800... Although my other self in Backlund would certainly support me wholeheartedly, I still have to cut back on expenses...

Audrey Hall thought for a moment, then nodded her blond head, agreeing to the three-way deal.

"Mr. Hanged Man, I'd like to have this magical item shaped like a pair of women's gloves, is that alright?"

"No problem, I'll explain it to the craftsman, and you should be able to get it in about two weeks!"

The conclusion of this three-way transaction completely ignited the silent atmosphere at the tarot meeting.

The world, which is usually unassuming, seems unusually active today, with just one tarot session generating over ten thousand pounds.

At this moment, "Magician" Fowles, imitating the others, raised his hand and asked expectantly:

"Everyone, does anyone have meteorite crystals or Lava octopus blood crystals?"

These are the two main ingredients for the "Astrologer's" potion.

As soon as "Magician" Fowles finished speaking, he noticed a series of gazes directed at him.

What are you looking at? Can't I buy these extraordinary materials for my friend?

To be honest, after realizing that she was in a group of "sharks," Fowles immediately realized that she seemed to be the weakest one there, so she didn't dare to speak too loudly even when buying items.

It's all the writing's fault that I developed such severe procrastination; otherwise, I would have been at Sequence Seven by now...

Muttering to himself to ease the heavy feeling of guilt, Fors Wall saw the "Hermit" lady next door raise her hand rather awkwardly.

"I have both meteorite crystals and Lava octopus blood crystals, 600 pounds each!"

After observing for a long time, "The Hermit" Cattleya decided to get involved in a deal in order to integrate into the Tarot Club more quickly.

So fast? This new member is quite impressive; she must be the leader of some small faction...

"Magician" Fors was slightly taken aback, not expecting that there would actually be corresponding extraordinary materials.

Stealing a glance at Ron Sothos, who stood expressionlessly on the table, Fors breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"make a deal!"

Last week, Ron paid £2,000 for her medical check-up, and today that money came right up.

Furthermore, I have royalties and royalties from my new book, so perhaps I can afford the materials for Sequence Six...

So, the transaction is complete? How are you going to give me the money, and how am I going to give you the materials?

The "Hermit" Cattleya was somewhat puzzled. She adjusted her thick-rimmed glasses and was about to ask a question when she suddenly realized what was going on and asked as if to confirm:

"Is the trading of materials done through sacrifices to Mr. 'The Fool'?"

This is the safest and most convenient method when a gathering is presided over by a deity.

Audrey, who had witnessed everything, was about to offer a warning, but upon hearing Cattleya's question, she swallowed her words and nodded slightly.

"Uh, yes, Ms. Hermit, but we must obtain Mr. Fool's consent."

Yes, respect for the gods is essential, even if Mr. Fool doesn't care about such a small matter.

With the conclusion of yet another transaction, "The Sun" Derrick intended to ask Ron for the "Notary's" potion recipe, but after thinking it over, he suppressed his desire.

"There's no rush. I haven't fully digested my Sequence 7 potion yet, and the exploration team will definitely have another trade when they return to Silver City. I can exchange my merit points for materials, and we can exchange them all then!"

Thinking of this, "The Sun" Derrick suddenly realized a problem, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Mr. Destiny, you just said that most of God's angel kings are still alive, so why is that?"

His voice trembled slightly, as if he dared not continue, afraid of tearing away the last fig leaf.

"Then why don't you come and save your Silver City?"

Ron turned his head to the side and, expressionless, finished the sentence that Little Sun hadn't said.

Derrick Berg paused for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Because you are not important, the cost of saving you is greater than the value you generate, so no one will do something that is thankless and difficult."

"Except for me and some despicable fellow."

"I don't care about such gains or losses; it's meaningless. And some despicable fellow only did it with a negligible amount of goodwill."

Ha, little black guy.

Upon hearing this, "Fool" Klein was speechless. He had gotten used to Ron's constant teasing.

He didn't want to pay any attention to these verbal squabbles.

However, Ron's point of view was not entirely useless; at least it made Klein understand what it means to have no permanent friends, only permanent interests.

"No one is kind to anyone for no reason; it's all about exchanging benefits. Even between Ron and me, there's only the simplest form of exploitation."

"Tsk, thinking about it this way, why does it feel like our relationship has broken down?"

Klein silently grumbled to himself while glancing at Ron, wanting to see what this guy was up to.

"So, want to know why some despicable guy would do this?"

"That's entirely because He was taken by the 'Ancient Sun God'."

Before the blond youth could finish speaking, he vanished instantly from the temple, which resembled a giant's dwelling.

You bastard!

I knew you weren't up to any good!

"The Fool" Klein gripped the armrest on the side of the bronze high-backed chair tightly, his fingers turning white with anger, but he refused to let go.

He felt he had to talk to the kid, or his reputation would be ruined sooner or later.

However, Klein was somewhat reluctant to kick Ron out of the Tarot Club. Admittedly, although the boy was the "Fool" with a dark complexion, he was very knowledgeable in explaining knowledge and history.

Klein was conflicted about leaving Ron with the Tarot Club. This guy had become addicted to criticizing him; he felt uncomfortable if he didn't criticize him every day.

I love the way you want to kill me but can't do anything about it!

In a hazy, dreamlike state, "The Fool" Klein suddenly heard this auditory hallucination.

Bullshit! Even after all this time, this guy is still subtly provoking him.

Relax, Klein, relax. He's just a little kid. Everything will pass.

In the deathly silence, Klein silently comforted himself, while outwardly maintaining a deep, composed, and unconcerned demeanor, quickly scanning the Tarot Club.

After a few seconds of mental calculation, Mr. Fool did not sense any external forces invading the Source Castle, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Don't worry about it, you can continue."

He added in a flat tone, as if nothing had happened.

"How petty! I didn't explicitly say it was you, why are you taking it personally?"

Ron, who was kicked out of "Source Castle" and returned to the real world, did not use his oppressive status and authority to visit Klein again, leaving him some face.

He lay on the armchair in the living room, rocking back and forth boredly, when he saw Bernadette climb in through the window like a thief.

The woman's attire was different from when they last met. She was now wearing beige trousers that allowed for easy movement, black leather boots that were not too short, and a light brown knee-length skirt that draped diagonally, showing a touch of unruliness and elegance.

As soon as the "mysterious queen" entered, she saw a blond boy lying lazily in an armchair watching her.

Their eyes met, and the room fell silent for a moment.

"Uh, sir, good afternoon?"

After a long while, Bernadette Gustave finally came to her senses, suppressed her embarrassment, and greeted him expressionlessly.

"Hmph, remember to use the door next time."

"If I hadn't foreseen that you would arrive precisely at 3:22, you would probably be dead by now."

"You're really reckless. Aren't you afraid of seeing something you shouldn't have?"

The blond boy waved lazily, not even glancing at the "mysterious queen".

Something that shouldn't have been seen?

Upon hearing this, Bernadette became alert. She looked around and found that it was just an ordinary bedroom, and she did not find anything dangerous.

Seeing this, Ron scoffed and laughed dismissively:

"You are nothing like your father. If he were here, he would understand what I mean."

"."

rogue

Rosell's eldest daughter inwardly spat, then suddenly remembered Ron's flirting with her during their last meeting, and her lips immediately fell down, revealing a look of disgust.

After a few seconds, Bernadette looked at Ron expressionlessly and slowly said:

"Sir, such a joke is not appropriate to say to a lady. I have already made preparations and spread the word, so you can now infiltrate the Morse Order quite legitimately."

Joining a secret organization is not an easy thing. First, you must undergo a background check and then go through a long assessment. Only then will the secret organization feel comfortable letting you join.

Besides this conventional approach, there is actually an unconventional method, which can be summarized in one sentence: the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

For example, the reason why Cattleya was able to join the Morse Order was because her break with the Mysterious Queen was enough to gain the trust of the Morse Order's high-ranking members who could make prophecies.

"So what identity did you assign me?"

Ron turned his head away listlessly, as if he had only just begun to pay attention to the matter.

"You can see for yourself!"

The blond boy took the newspaper from the "mysterious queen," glanced at it briefly, and his expression suddenly froze. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes wide with shock.

He never expected that someone would be even more flamboyant than himself.

One of the four kings of the sea, the pirate queen nicknamed "The Mysterious Queen" was betrayed by her lover, who stole jewels and gold worth half a million pounds. Driven by hatred, she offered a one million pound bounty for the man who betrayed her, dead or alive!

You're slandering me!

I have a wife!!!

"You really paid a high price, even risking your reputation?"

Ron was completely stunned. He immediately circled around the "Mysterious Queen," looking her up and down, as if only then realizing that this seemingly calm guy was actually acting so impulsively.

Even just discussing it with him would be good.

Actually, it's not her fault. No matter how impressive Ron's words were, in Bernadette's mind, the pinnacle of this world was the true god.

While it's understandable that a true god could defeat Bernadette, the idea of ​​her capturing her is simply wishful thinking.

"First, I don't want you to fail, because it concerns my father, so I can't let you think I didn't try my best."

"Secondly, your help in dealing with the 'Hidden Sage' was of great assistance to me, because the 'Elemental Dawn' was originally established to fight against the 'Morse Penitentiary'."

"Third, only in this way can we completely gain the trust of the higher-ups of the Morse Ascetic Order. To the outside world, I will claim that you stole half a million pounds of my property, while internally I will state that you stole a '0' level sealed artifact."

At this point, Bernadette Gustav glanced at the "Wishing Lamp" on Ron's waist, then sighed helplessly and continued:

"There are a few more points. Because my father is Russell and I am from Trier, no one doubts the truth of the information that I have a secret lover. The bigger the commotion, the more the 'Morse Penitentiary' will be believed."

"I don't even need to use any inside contacts. Once they find out that you stole a '0' level sealed artifact, they'll definitely go crazy searching for you."

Bernadette knew everything about the "Morse Ascetic Order," so this method must be the best solution at the moment.

"Suit yourself. I just need to infiltrate and lure all the high-ranking officials together, while you act as bait, making them summon the Hidden Sage to descend. That will complete the mission."

"Did you find the 'Knowledge Emperor' manuscript left by your father?"

The blond boy shrugged and inquired about the important props for the follow-up plan.

This was the general plan that he and Bernadette had discussed that day. In fact, Ron originally wanted to sneak in and kill everyone, but Bernadette added a lot of drama to the story.

Ron thought about it for a moment and felt that it was quite interesting, and that luring the "Hidden Sage" out would be more beneficial to his own actions, so he did not refuse.

"It's probably in the church of the god of steam and machinery. I need some time to confirm. If you have no questions, I can take you to see my mole right now, but before that, I think you should change your appearance."

Bernadette's meticulous suggestions, leaving no room for error, showed that Ron was indeed her last chance.

"Don't worry about my appearance. Even if I stand in front of acquaintances, no one will recognize me. I have changed my fate. From now on, except for those I specifically allow, everyone will see me as the gigolo who betrayed you."

"Wait a few minutes, I'll write a letter."

The boy waved his hand, kicked away the golden retriever guarding the door, hurriedly went into the next room, and wrote a letter.

The letter roughly said: Don't worry about me, I'm going out to run some errands and may not be back for a while. Just stay in this apartment as a base. I've already paid the money.

After placing the letter beside the noble lady, Ron remained silent for a moment, then conjured three crystal-like talismans out of thin air and placed them together with the letter.

"Susie, protect her well. I'll treat you to a big meal when I get back!"

After closing the door and patting the resentful-looking golden retriever, Ron nodded in satisfaction, grabbed the mysterious queen's wrist, and left.

"Attending a party under the watchful eye of a deity is incredibly stressful."

After the tarot session ended, Xing Shangjiang returned to the real world and opened his deep purple eyes, habitually adjusting the black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.

Looking out the captain's cabin window at the vast, boundless blue sea, her thoughts began to wander.

"The Queen actually contacted me yesterday, saying she'd come over in person soon if there was anything she needed. It's rare for her to remember me. I wonder what she wants to see me about?"

"Does she miss me? Or does she want to summon me back to Emerald City, back to her side?"

As she pondered this, Cattleya's mood brightened. A smile appeared on her lips as she stood up to leave the captain's cabin. But just then, the space in front of her began to distort, emitting a ghostly blue light.

The next second, the face that Cattleya had been longing for appeared before her.

With chestnut-brown long hair, azure eyes, and a variety of clothing styles, he stands beside a blond-haired, blond-eyed man holding his wrist—a pretty boy who looks every bit like a lover.

???

Who is he?

"Your Majesty"

Just as Cattleya stepped forward to speak, she saw Her Majesty the Queen, whom she considered her mother, raise an eyebrow and whisper to the boy beside her:

"This is the place. I have something to do. You can tell her the rest."

After saying that, Bernadette pointed to Cattleya, who was frozen in place, and without saying a word to her, she instantly disappeared into the spirit world.

"What's your relationship with the Queen!?"

After a long while, the captain of the Star Pirates seemed to finally understand what was going on. He immediately rushed to Ron, who looked like a pretty boy, and questioned him sternly.

Hearing this, the blond boy smiled smugly, slapped the newspaper in his hand onto Cattleya's face, and said with a grin:

"Call me Daddy!"

???

The star general suddenly took two steps back, her face turning deathly pale as she sat down on the ground with a thud. Her purple eyes stared at Ron in disbelief, momentarily speechless, staring intently at the stranger Ron for a long time, seemingly about to spill her pearl.

(End of this chapter)