Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 501 The Fool: What!? 50 pounds for a page of diary!? (6K) Two-in-One

A crimson light surged forth like a tide, while a gray mist, as if it had existed eternally, permeated the magnificent palace.

Ron looked around and realized that no new members had joined this time.

Ugh, this is no fun.

As the gray mist swept past his eyes, Ron was puzzled by the stark contrast between the "Source Castle" and the "Wilderness of Knowledge."

"Source Castle," as the source of the dead monster, is not as aloof as one might imagine. Instead, it's like a little glutton, welcoming anyone who comes its way.

Even with the influence of Mr. Fool, it is still incredible that these extraordinary beings who did not achieve Sequence Four were able to touch the Source.

Could it be that Old Gui is a good person?

Although He appears mean, wicked, and foolish, He actually retains kindness and innocence in His heart.

As he thought about it, Ron shuddered, a slight smile involuntarily appearing on his lips, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Hmph, it seems He still wants to resurrect as soon as possible, so He placed all the authority of the Source Castle on the resurrection vessel, thereby achieving a certain degree of destiny's singularity. Yes, this perfectly cuts off that poor wretch's romantic luck."

After glancing silently at Mr. Fool, who sat at the head of the bronze table, and silently mourning for the man for a few seconds, the blond boy turned his gaze to the little sun, who looked worried.

It seems he was caught in a cycle of fate last time, and it looks like he didn't solve it, or he encountered other difficulties.

"Mr. 'Sun,' is it that the cycle of fate remains unresolved, or has something else happened?"

At this moment, "Justice" Audrey asked with great concern.

As the only audience member at the tarot gathering, she immediately noticed the unusual nature of the sun.

Out of a sense of ownership, she was quite concerned about the physical and mental health of all members of the Tarot Club.

"In any case, the Tarot Society was the first secret organization I joined, and I was one of the original members who witnessed its birth. Even Mr. Ron came after me. I don't want any member to be careless in any way, leading to a loss of members..."

Upon hearing this, Derrick's pupils seemed to focus. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell the whole story in one go.

However, mindful of the lessons learned from the last Tarot gathering, he immediately stopped talking, pretended to ponder, and after a long while, slowly spoke amidst the puzzled, curious, and worried gazes of the Tarot members:

"Thank you all for your concern. Thank you. The cycle of fate has been broken by the Chief, and we have returned to Silver City with the little boy Jack."

It's not the same problem as last time; it must be something else entirely. Based on the exploration footage we've seen, there's no sun; they can only rely on lightning for illumination. This definitely isn't a city that exists on the northern or southern continents...

"The Hermit" Cattleya glanced at Ron first, then turned her head away to continue thinking about the information revealed by "The Sun".

The 1.9-meter-tall little sun continued:

"In the land of darkness, the earth is cursed, and all places where there is no light are dangerous, which makes it almost impossible for any living thing or plant to survive."

"Fortunately, Silver City discovered a crop during the initial disaster that could resiliently grow in the dark and was the only stable and harmless food source!"

Hearing this, "Justice" Audrey nodded thoughtfully and asked as if to confirm:

"Mr. Sun, if I remember correctly, you mentioned the name of that crop before, it's called Blackface Grass, right?"

"Yes, Miss Justice, the Black-faced Grass is extremely important to Silver City!"

Agent Keberg reiterated, his expression showing a hint of urgency.

"However, when I recently returned to Silver City, I discovered that the merit points required to exchange for Blackface Grass are more than five times higher than before, and quite a few residents are even choosing to eat the contaminated flesh and blood of monsters!"

So, what's the big deal? I've seen this kind of thing many times...

Emlyn, suppressing the urge to scratch his head, arrogantly raised his head and whispered:

"Humans are just humans; corruption will always occur, unlike us vampires, who can spend hundreds of years paying off our bank loans!"

This dim-witted vampire was smug, seemingly having finally found crucial evidence that vampires did not originate from humans.

However, before he could finish speaking, Little Sun's face flushed red, and he loudly retorted to the vampire next door:

"Impossible! Such a thing would never happen in Silver City. We would never harm our fellow citizens of Silver City for profit!"

"Only vampires who walk like the wind and are covered in pus would do something like that!"

"Only you humans would do such a thing. We vampires are respectable nobles of the night; how could we possibly do such a thing?"

"You're clearly vampires..."

"It's you humans..."

"..."

Seeing the "Sun" and the "Moon" arguing heatedly, everyone in the Tarot Club, including Mr. "The Fool," fell silent.

"If I don't intervene, they'll just keep arguing until my spiritual energy is completely depleted. It's already difficult enough with Ron being such a troublemaker, why are you two adding to the chaos?"

Klein, who had been watching the show, nearly facepalmed. Just as he was about to tap the edge of the table with his finger, the Hanged Man shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"In the environment of Silver City, doing so would be tantamount to suicide. Even if one were to accumulate excessive merit through corruption, there would be no place for it to be of value, so it's impossible!"

An old hand is an old hand after all. Alger Wilson smoothed things over with just a few words, separating the "sun" and the "moon" from their impending argument.

He was silent for a moment, then frowned and said:

"The rising price of Blackface Grass in Silver City likely indicates one thing: the stored Blackface Grass is so scarce that it can no longer sustain the entire city's supply!"

"Mr. Sun, is this what you were worried about before?"

"It's that serious!"

"The Sun," Derrick exclaimed in surprise, clearly not having considered that far ahead. But when he felt all the members of the Tarot Club looking at him, he scratched his head sheepishly.

"I'm sorry, I just had a feeling something was wrong, or maybe it's just that we don't have enough Black Face Grass. This has never happened before..."

Clearly, as a citizen of Silver City, his senses were somewhat dull.

At this moment, Audrey Hall raised her hand and, based on her understanding of the kingdom's ruling class, guessed:

"No, Mr. Sun, if the problem isn't that serious, there will definitely be relevant personnel explaining the situation."

"And now, without any explanation from relevant personnel, the problem is likely quite serious!"

This is based on the most basic logical judgment: minor matters won't overturn the foundation of Silver City, and appropriate explanations can prepare for defense, while major matters will be kept secret...

Audrey found herself hesitant to continue thinking, so she turned her head and looked at Ron, who had been quietly listening, with her emerald green eyes.

She chuckled softly, revealing no clue as she asked curiously:

"Mr. Fate, what do you think?"

How should I view this? I'll just sit and watch...

Ron, mimicking the "Fool's" sitting posture, muttered to himself, then tapped the edge of the bronze table with his finger, speaking calmly and clearly:

Two questions.

"The first problem is that normal plants cannot exist in the Forsaken Land, so the Black-faced Grass must originate from the influence of something."

"My second question is, does your Silver City possess any Level 0 sealed artifacts related to the 'Mother' pathway? If your Blackface Grass has stopped growing, it's very likely that there's a problem with the sealed artifacts."

"The price increase of black-faced grass is not necessarily due to insufficient inventory, but rather because it can no longer be regenerated..."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Alger, the "Hanged Man," blinked twice and immediately exclaimed in a tone of sudden realization:

"Your wisdom puts me to shame."

"..."

Klein, the "Fool," who sat at the very head of the bronze table, twitched the corner of his mouth, speechless.

The "Hanged Man" who first joined the Tarot Club was quite sophisticated, so how did he become like this?

"The idea that the Black-faced Grass originated from a Level 0 sealed artifact is quite interesting. It sounds more in line with the insane and chaotic logic of the lower levels of this world. Is this the authority of omniscience?"

"Sigh, Ron is no slacker like me. His breadth of knowledge and insight far surpasses everyone here..."

At this moment, "The Sun" Derrick raised his hand and asked in a consultative manner:

"Mr. Fate, what should we do? Can we buy edible food from you?"

He unconsciously chose to ask for advice from the most reliable, resourceful, and capable member of the Tarot meeting, making the lonely "Fool" feel like he was being sidelined once again.

"No, Mr. Fool is clearly very powerful, but he's powerful on a different level!"

Although Derrick did not ask Mr. Fool, he undoubtedly acknowledged the man's ability to charlatan.

The blond boy nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, then, as if remembering something, said with some delight:

"No need for that. I know a biologist who's very talented. He can definitely feed your Silver City..."

"don't want!"

At this critical moment, "The Hermit" Cattleya, pale-faced and trembling, cried out in alarm.

This is practically the end of the world!

She clearly hadn't expected that even Ron leaving the Future would cause her such huge trouble, and that he even planned to contact Frank Lee privately.

"Frank plus him, one in charge of thinking, the other in charge of execution, that's more terrifying than a god of evil... no, Frank plus him already makes them a god of evil!"

One is evil, the other is divine, no problem!

Taking a deep breath, and ignoring the strange looks from the other Tarot Club members, Gadriya immediately and vehemently refused:

"What I mean is, don't even think about it!"

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"This tarot reading was packed with information! When did that little brat start hanging out with the Star General again? They were like complete strangers last time."

"I remember He went looking for Roselle's eldest daughter a long time ago. One of the methods Mr. 'The Hanged Man' mentioned was to find the Star Admiral. So, Comrade Ron, have you found the Emperor's daughter and her rumored boyfriend?"

"The Fool" Klein glanced at Mr. "The Hanged Man," who was sitting obediently in place as if nothing had happened, and almost burst out laughing.

The Hermit would never have imagined that the reason she was being targeted by the little brat was entirely due to a tiny suggestion made by Mr. Hanged Man.

The Tarot Club is getting more and more interesting. Even as its creator, he never imagined that there would be so many coincidences in the world.

"Purple eyes, and different clothes—she doesn't seem to be the woman Susie described who walked with Mr. Ron. But why have they become so familiar with each other within a week? Could Mr. Ron's recent busy schedule be related to the 'Hermit' lady?"

"Mr. Hanged Man's reaction is strange; he seems to be feeling guilty about something."

Lacking crucial information, Miss Justice couldn't deduce anything further. She could only puff out her cheeks adorably, her emerald green eyes fixed intently on Ron without pausing.

Despite Cattleya's intense reaction, Ron tapped the edge of the bronze table lightly, completely unconcerned.

"If you don't need it, you don't need it. I have my own ways."

"I have a kind of plant that has no requirements for the environment. It can meet the daily needs of Silver City and also actively attack monsters in the dark."

"Come out, Mr. Pea!"

As Ron spoke, without Mr. Fool's permission, he conjured a strange plant nearly a meter tall on the bronze table.

It is entirely emerald green, with four leaves growing from its rootstock, on which is a device resembling a cannon muzzle, and two bead-like eyes.

As soon as this strange plant appeared, "World" Gehrman Sparrow exclaimed in surprise:

"Peashooter!?"

"No, it's Mr. Pea!"

Ron corrected him.

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Are you stupid or am I stupid? Do you think I don't know what it is? It's completely unscientific that this kind of plant can exist.

Klein silently scoffed to himself. He looked at the "Peashooter" on the bronze table with surprise, and, controlling "The World," sarcastically remarked:

"Hmph, then you also have Ms. Sunflower, but there's no 'sun' there."

Just as he finished speaking, "The World" Gehrman Sparrow suddenly froze. He looked at the little sun in surprise, feeling a "Holy crap" in his heart.

Isn't this just readily available sunlight?

For some reason, Klein just wanted to laugh, but in order to maintain the image of "Mr. Fool," he had to hold it in.

"It spits out a giant pea every few seconds, which is both lethal and can be roasted."

"Of course, its only drawback is that it needs sunlight. The more sunlight it gets, the more efficient it is at producing peas and growing."

"This is no trouble for you."

The blond boy turned his head and looked at Derrick, whose eyes seemed to be shining with light.

Without pausing, he conjured up a bunch of plants that Klein was very familiar with, making Mr. Fool's eyelids twitch.

The Nut Gentleman, the Mushroom Warm Man, the Cherry Sisters, the Squash Boss, and the Potato Sixth.

What is all this?!

Klein's worldview was completely shattered; he couldn't fathom where Ron had found these bizarre creatures.

He took a deep breath to calm himself, then, controlling "The World," Gehrman Sparrow asked in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. Destiny, where did you find these plants?"

"Tch, all talk and no action. It's not just me; both the 'Moon' pathway and the 'Cultivator' pathway can do this in high sequences. What's so strange about that?"

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"Your reason is so compelling, I have no answer."

"The World" twitched the corner of his mouth, not delving further into the issue. He still knew too little about the divine realm, and given his current understanding of the strange powers of the ancient gods, it was only a simple matter for Ron to produce these plants.

The only thing that bothered Klein was that the plants looked so familiar that he subconsciously felt they couldn't possibly exist in reality.

"How about it, want to trade? Although they don't have meat, they're very easy to raise, and the 'High School Nuts' contain a lot of oil, which can help you grow taller easily."

It has to be said that Ron's words and that nearly two-meter-tall nut did tempt Little Sun. After a slight hesitation, he asked with a hint of gratitude in his voice:

"Mr. Destiny, what do you want in exchange? If there's anything you desire, I will do my best to fulfill it."

Ron had already helped Silver City so much that even when he asked for help again, the simple-minded "Sun" felt a little embarrassed.

The blond boy didn't stand on ceremony and waved his hand, saying:

"My condition is simple: investigate the origin of that Earth Path '0' level sealed artifact in your Silver City, as well as its specific function and form of existence."

"I tricked 'Old Pig Lady' two weeks ago and seized a small piece of the mother nest, but Silver City's millennia-long 'abundance' vanished in the blink of an eye, plunging it into a food crisis. Something seems wrong here."

In fact, Ron wasn't sure if there was a problem here. After all, he was just speculating based on logic. It was just that the timing seemed too coincidental to him, so he was willing to kill the wrong person rather than let the guilty go unpunished.

In any case, all he contributed was a few dozen seeds, a trivial matter.

"No problem, Mr. Destiny, I'll ask the chief when I get back!"

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Why is this child still so reckless?

Sun's simple and honest words left all the members of the Tarot Club speechless again. They looked at each other, and finally, Alger, the "Hanged Man," coughed lightly and said:

"No need to be so direct, hints are enough."

"Actually, all you need to do is give the seeds to your chief and imply that you already know that Silver City is in a food crisis. If the situation is really out of control, your chief will definitely guess that it's not you who wants to ask, but the person who gave you the seeds who wants to know."

"As for the rest, he will naturally weigh them. Essentially, it depends on whether the effect of these seeds is greater than that of the sealing artifact that only produces black grass."

"Of course, if your chief doesn't tell you, it means the situation is still under control. If he does tell you, it means the situation is completely out of control and requires external help."

"As expected of the cunning 'Hanged Man,' your intelligence analysis is truly masterful. Actually, that's what I was thinking too."

Klein nodded to himself, agreeing with Alger the Hanged Man's idea from the perspective of "The Fool".

After the discussion on this topic ended, the atmosphere at the tarot meeting became noticeably more lively.

Ron's golden eyes swept around the room, finally settling on the "Fool" who sat leisurely.

Klein's eyelids twitched, knowing that the brat was going to mess with him again, so he took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself.

However, the blond boy wasn't as wicked as he had imagined. Instead, he smiled crookedly and spoke in a tone of unprecedented respect:

"Great Fool, I've acquired an entire volume of Russell's diary!"

?

A whole book!? This means they've made contact with Bernadette!?

Holy crap, Ron, I never thought you could be reliable! I love you!

Hearing the little brat say that, Klein was almost moved to tears. Since he had known Ron, he had never seen this bastard so normal.

Is this a sign that their conscience has finally awakened?

Just as "The Fool" Klein was overjoyed, the blond boy didn't stop there. With a single sentence, he plunged the smug "The Fool" into an endless abyss.

"Fifty pounds for a diary, that's fair!"

This is the devil whispering!

Mr. Fool's slightly upturned lips and his relieved expression instantly froze on his face.

"Fifty pounds? Why don't you just rob someone?!"

"Normally, a page of Russell's diary would cost at most 20 pounds!"

This is the husky, deep voice of "The World" Gehrman Sparrow.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy immediately turned his head, looked at Mr. Fool's alt account with an unfriendly expression, and openly rebuked him:

"What's it to you?"

"It's been this price all these years, don't lie. Russell's diary is very valuable!"

"Sometimes, you should look for the reasons within yourself, right? Have you worked hard to earn money all these years? Have you worked diligently?"

"Just because you can't afford it doesn't mean Mr. Fool can't afford it. Is Mr. Fool a person who's short of money? No, is he a god who's short of money?"

"What He despises most is vulgar money!"

You're talking nonsense!

Honestly, at this moment, Klein really wanted to learn from Ron and stand up and shout something rudely.

However, his reason told him that he had to hold back, otherwise, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the chances of his identity being exposed were not small.

Ron is a double-edged sword. Although he is very convenient to use, the negative effects are not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Ah, it's just a small matter."

In the end, the great "Fool" almost ground his teeth to powder, and desperately uttered a nonchalant reply.

£50 per page, a whole book must be at least 40 pages. One times five equals five, two times five equals ten, March 8th is International Women's Day, May 1st is Youth Day.

Calm down, Zhou Mingrui, you need to calm down. Don't argue with a kid. You'll have to buy it sooner or later, right? Can you really ignore Russell's diary?

Klein remained silent for a long time, desperately trying to convince himself that this deal was a good one.

However, when he took the notebook that Ron had materialized and opened it for the first time, he almost ground his back teeth to powder.

"Ah~ I had a wonderful night with Fussac last night."

You're buying this for fifty pounds a page?!

(End of this chapter)