Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 502 A Few Things About the Tarot Meeting (Part 2) 6K

"You bastard!"

Ron's forceful buying and selling gave "Fool" Klein a major headache.

It's impossible to say that such a large volume of Russell's diary has no value, but to say that every page has value is pure nonsense.

"This guy did it on purpose. He calculated that I couldn't refuse Roselle's Diary at the Tarot gathering, and that the price I paid was money, which is the least important thing to the Fool."

Success and failure both stem from a carefully crafted persona.

Klein was so angry that he gritted his teeth and could only stomp his feet in frustration.

The poor fortune teller was manipulated by Ron to the point of being unable to resist, and could only pitifully accept his brutal and unreasonable demands.

"These 34 pages of diaries cost 1700 pounds. Don't try to renege on the debt; remember to give me the money later!"

Ron was the only one who could be so rude to the organizer of a Tarot gathering.

His brows were relaxed, yet he was meticulous, fearing that the stingy "fool" would renege on his debt.

Klein ignored the provocation, knowing full well how easily the kid would become arrogant and take advantage of any kindness.

"Hmph, what a small fry!"

Seeing that Klein was not provoked, the blond boy sighed sarcastically before falling silent again.

The rustling sound of parchment turning echoed within the magnificent palace.

He flipped through the entire diary and confirmed that Ron had not forged it to deceive this old comrade who was neither too old nor too young.

"Fortunately, these diaries seem to be carefully selected, so fifty pounds isn't a bad deal."

The "Fool," shrouded in gray mist, closed his notebook, placed it with considerable style on the edge of the long bronze table, and chuckled softly:

"You may begin."

There are too many diaries; it's unrealistic to read them all at a tarot reading session.

Moreover, with so many people waiting for him to read his diary, even if Mr. Fool has a thick skin, he would feel embarrassed.

"Oh, so you know you're in the way, huh?"

"..."

I shouldn't have taken pity on you and pulled you up in the first place. Back then, although you had a sharp tongue, you weren't nearly as annoying as you are now.

Ron, you've changed...

Overwhelmed with sorrow, "Fool" Klein decided not to stoop to the level of the brat who had jumped out to provoke him. He simply leaned back and remained silent.

However, the next second, Gehrman Sparrow said in a somber, hoarse voice:

"Everyone knows who's in the way and is sick."

He then quickly changed the subject, giving the little brat no chance to refute.

"Miss Justice, the psychologist attribute is already prepared. Do you still need it?"

Since that night, both sides have reached a cooperation agreement, and Klein has decided to release the "psychologist" from herding to strengthen his own side.

Yes, dogs are a fighting force too. I'm definitely not trying to be nice to her so she won't tell anyone about my cross-dressing...

The thought of the ominous scene made Klein feel a little embarrassed, as he felt it was really damaging to the gloomy and shrewd image of "The World".

Fortunately, "The World" doesn't have the ability to blush, because he is essentially just a high-end "inflatable" doll that can move.

"Mr. World, we can trade anytime, along with the 'Corrupted Baron' trait from last time!"

"Justice," Audrey nodded slightly, her tone containing a hint of excitement and anticipation.

In this way, Susie is also a mid-sequence extraordinary being, no, she's a mid-sequence extraordinary dog!

"Okay, no problem!"

Klein naturally provided the best service to his big clients, and even his gloomy, hoarse voice softened under the glow of the wealthy woman.

Recently, his financial situation can only be described as excellent.

He first killed a number of "Primal Moon" followers and vampires to make a deal, then killed "The Speaker" to collect the bounty, and finally sold the "Corrupted Baron" trait and the "Psychotherapist" trait.

These added up to a net profit of £15,400.

If we disregard debt repayment, he would be considered a very wealthy man.

Seeing such a large deal completed once again, "The Moon" Emlyn could no longer contain himself. He looked at "The Hanged Man" between the two of them.

"The baron's estate is now in my possession. For just four thousand five hundred pounds, it's yours."

Feeling Mr. Moon's gaze, Alger Wilson couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth turning up, looking at Emlyn as if he were looking at a fat sheep.

In fact, the great pirate was willing to take the job for 3100 pounds. He made a total of 1400 pounds this time. Including his savings over this period, the 200-pound referral fee for the craftsman, plus his share of the profits from killing the original moon believers and the church's reward...

The characteristics of Sequence 5 seem sufficient!

It must be said that this rough-around-the-edges man, who has spent many years on the high seas, is quite business-minded.

Three parts luck, seven parts hard work.

If I don't seize this opportunity, I will regret it for the rest of my life. I want to become a demigod, I want to become an angel!

Alger Wilson's breathing became heavy, and he felt once again the burning ambition within his chest.

"Can you make it cheaper? How about 4000 pounds?"

However, Emlyn the Moon's bargaining poured cold water on Mr. Hanged Man's burning ambition.

"..."

Alger, the "Hanged Man," fell silent, realizing that what Ron had just said made some sense.

It's always been this price, right? Deals with exceptional features are rare; sometimes you have to look for the reasons within yourself…

"Ahem, Mr. Moon, you should know that this is not a price I can set, and it also includes my referral fee."

"This is, after all, the power left behind by the vampires. It awaits a young vampire to bring it back to the clan; this is the vampires' legacy..."

The legacy of the vampires!

These words were instantly imprinted in Emlyn White's mind.

The spirited vampire youth couldn't stand this and immediately became agitated, nodding slightly.

"Deal. The vampires are an ancient race that values ​​tradition."

As for the money, Emlyn was absolutely certain.

Since helping the clan recover its traits last time, Count Nibais of the vampire clan had personally received him and given him a considerable reward.

You're very rich...

Klein was quite surprised to see this, as he knew Emlyn all too well.

At that moment, he even began to wonder if Emlyn across from him was actually Amon in disguise, there to play a joke on him.

"Mr. Destiny, I'd like to purchase the Ocean Singer's extraordinary abilities, but I might not have the funds available until Wednesday or Thursday."

The Hanged Man looked earnestly at Ron. He didn't want to wait until next week to inform Ron about the Ocean Singer's characteristics, so he decided to do so.

"Once I obtain the trait, I can advance. The Opuntia sea monster in the ceremony—I've been searching for it ever since I got the Ocean Singer potion recipe, and last week I finally found a clue..."

The blond boy had no reason to refuse someone who was working hard, so he nodded to indicate that he understood.

As for "Justice" and "Magician," since they have just been promoted, they are still in the stage of spiritual overflow, familiarizing themselves with their new extraordinary abilities, and digesting and playing them. Moreover, they have channels to obtain potion recipes and materials from other places, so there is no need for them to seek them out at the Tarot Meeting.

Although Audrey didn't care about money, she wouldn't be foolish enough to waste it carelessly.

The same is true for the sun; his "Sun Priest" potion is almost fully digested, but he doesn't need to prepare in advance.

Ron has the potion recipe, and the materials can be obtained during the next major transaction between the two parties, using the merits they have accumulated.

As for "The Hermit" Cattleya, she was still carefully observing the gathering, not in a hurry to reveal her own needs. Having been a Sequence Five for so many years, she did not believe that any other Tarot Club member other than "The Fool" and "Fate" could obtain what she needed.

After all, what she craved most was to become a demigod, so she calmly looked at "Sun" and the others with her deep purple eyes, without trying to speak.

Hidden in the gray fog, "The Fool" felt quite gratified by the scene at the Tarot meeting. However, when he saw the little brat who both pleased and annoyed him, he frowned repeatedly and could only sigh in his heart.

At this moment, he once again manipulated the "world" and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Everyone, does anyone have, or is able to obtain, a powerful offensive magical item?"

His target was "The Hermit," the only one who could satisfy his needs after all these years as a pirate general.

While Ron certainly had the money, he was already heavily in debt and couldn't bear to accept any more favors from the blond boy.

If we try to gain any more advantage, we'll probably have to pay off our debts with our butts first.

He, Klein, has backbone!

The "Hermit" Cattleya remained silent for two seconds, then slowly shook her head and said:

"If it's at any of the extraordinary parties I attend, I'll keep an eye out for it for you."

It seems even the "Star General" isn't well-off; great power means great expenses... Klein sighed inwardly, then inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing a hoarse thank you.

The transaction concluded swiftly. The "Hermit," after careful consideration, glanced at Ron's position and asked hesitantly with some concern:

"Mr. Destiny, was the operation a success?"

These past two days, she's had a bad feeling, and no matter how many letters she writes to the Queen, there's no reply, which makes her start to worry.

?

What action was taken, and whether it was successful or not?

Something's wrong, something's going wrong!

"I was just wondering how the Hermit knew Mr. Ron. Did she mean they knew each other a long time ago?"

After the transaction was completed, Audrey, who was about to mention the Governor's Mansion, raised an eyebrow and looked at Ron with a bold and playful look, while a smile played on her lips.

Mr. Ron, aren't you going to tell me what you've been doing behind my back this week?

That's probably what she wanted to ask.

Backyard on fire!

"Hey, speak clearly! Why are you being so vague?"

Upon seeing this, Ron quickly coughed lightly, immediately distancing himself from "The Hermit" Cattleya.

Then he slightly raised his chin, revealing an arrogant posture that everyone was familiar with, but which looked endearing.

"I didn't do anything. Maybe you won't have to worry about the 'Hidden Sage's' knowledge impartation anymore. I'll take good care of you..."

Solved!?

So fast!?

How is that possible?!

If the "Hermit" Cattleya were drinking water at this moment, she would definitely spray water all over the faces and heads of the Tarot Club members present.

How long has it been?!

Three days, four days, a week!?

If Mr. Fool's ability to resolve the crisis in Kavituwa in two days and seize the faith of the "Sea God" was already astonishing enough, then this was already enough to shock her.

Ron's actions were enough to terrify this Sequence 5 pirate general.

That's the Hidden Sage, a powerful and influential evil god, not some streetwalker. And you've already taken him down in just a few days!?

For some reason, even though she considered herself to have a close relationship with Ron, Cattleya couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

That is humanity's natural fear of the gods.

"Even if He is not like a god, He is still a god in essence..."

She was stunned for a moment, and sat in her seat for a long time, speechless with shock.

This time, she was truly convinced.

What is a pirate general? And what is preparing to become a demigod?

What happened to make the "Hermit" lady look so devastated...?

Audrey Hall's emerald eyes gleamed with pure curiosity as she looked at Ron again and asked jokingly:

"Mr. Destiny, what have you done this week?"

"You haven't dealt with yet another evil god, have you?"

As soon as she finished speaking in a joking manner, the majestic palace above the gray fog was left with only deathly silence.

Seeing this, even the impossibly beautiful "Miss Justice" sensed something was wrong. Her elegant smile froze on her face, and she mechanically repeated:

"Uh... really?"

"The Hidden Sage, not bad!"

"It actually lasted a full ten seconds in my hands!"

Seeing that the atmosphere had reached this point, Ron, though seemingly unwilling, shook his head with a quick sigh.

The boy's long, curly golden hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed slightly. Although his appearance was not clearly visible, all the members of the Tarot Club felt an extremely terrifying pressure and the desolate loneliness of a master.

Including Mr. Fool, who was almost in tears.

The small fry was actually myself!?

Only now did Klein realize that Ron was right when he called him a nobody. Even though he was powerless against the "God of Time and Space," he still stubbornly kept arguing with him.

If you make him younger, he'll be a complete nobody!

"No, that's clearly not the problem. The problem is that this guy managed to take down an evil god in a week. Just how powerful is Ron?"

"Moreover, among the twenty-two paths of God, it seems there isn't one that belongs to Him!"

He barely suppressed his astonishment, even forgetting to control the world, and asked directly in his physical form:

"You've dealt with the Hidden Sage?"

"Are you stupid? I already said I solved it, why are you asking again?" Ron retorted.

Fuck you!

Klein's forehead veins bulged, realizing that the arrogant little brat was indeed nonexistent; only the one who could mock was Ron's true nature.

The conversation between the "gods" made all the members of the Tarot Club hold their breath; no one dared to utter a single word at such a moment.

The reason for this was that Ron's foul mouth really made them afraid to interrupt, lest they get caught in the crossfire.

Mr. Fool pretended not to care and just stared at Ron quietly, as if he wanted to know more.

Time ticked by, second by second...

After what seemed like an eternity, Klein was sweating profusely.

Damn it, why don't you tell me the specific details...?

Mr. Fool twitched his lips, knowing that the little brat was doing it on purpose.

So he withdrew his gaze, his toes digging into the floor of the fortress, leaned back leisurely, and said with utter shamelessness:

"I already know."

Since you've already exposed my true identity, I'm coming clean and I'm not going to keep up the act anymore, okay?

And I'm showing off based on my own abilities!

What do you know?

Klein, have you finally fallen into such a shameless state?

Ron was stunned, completely unexpected that "The Fool" would do such a thing.

They've lost all sense of shame!

When he habitually glanced at the members of the Tarot Club, he immediately saw thoughtful expressions on their faces.

Ron didn't need to investigate further; he already knew what the members of the Tarot Club were thinking.

It's nothing more than "As expected of Mr. Fool" or something like that.

This works?!

Ron tossed his long, blond hair that reached past his ears, then slowly said with a complex expression:

"The Hidden Sage is not a true god of Sequence Zero; it is just that because of its special form of existence, it is difficult to find."

"He was corrupted by something, which is why he suddenly came to life, transforming from an impersonal deity into a tangible evil god!"

"I set a trap, and in the end, I found Him."

trap?

If you hadn't betrayed me, I might have actually believed your lies.

"The Hermit" Cattleya thought to herself, but then her attention was drawn to another piece of information revealed by Ron.

"The 'Hidden Sage' suddenly came back to life because he was corrupted by something, but given the level of this evil god, what could possibly corrupt Him!?"

Does this mean that there are still some unknown, terrifying, ancient gods in the world, like that guy?

Cattleya looked at Ron, secretly speculating in her heart.

This is really scary, Mr. Ron, you should also be careful!

Upon hearing this news, Audrey instinctively worried about Ron, who had been causing trouble all along.

To maintain a certain distance and personal space for both parties, the kind-hearted "spectator" did not ask Ron any questions or try to pry into the secrets of the divine level. Therefore, her understanding of Ron's strength was about the same as Klein's current understanding.

He is suspected to be a true god, possessing unique authority and formidable power.

She pursed her lips slightly, unable to hide her curiosity, and asked:

"Mr. Destiny, what kind of corruption could turn a god into an evil god?"

This is simply unbelievable. If this pollution were allowed to spread, wouldn't all the gods...?

She dared not think any further.

"You don't need to worry about such things. All the gods who were corrupted by such things are dead. The ones who remain are those who maintain a certain degree of restraint."

They're all dead!?

This answer made Mr. Fool's heart skip a beat. He silently scanned the gray fog and made a certain guess about the similar pollution that Ron had mentioned.

"Source Castle" is likely a similar existence. Only something that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" would do anything to obtain could be qualified to corrupt a true god.

"But why are they all dead? Will I die later? And what caused it all?"

Does possessing Source Matter inevitably lead to madness and death?

He quickly manipulated the dummy "world" and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Why are they all dead?"

Upon hearing this question, Ron's expression immediately turned serious, and he said with great earnestness:

"because."

He drew out the sound.

"They became so powerful that they acted recklessly and died. The Grim Reaper is a prime example."

?

You seem to be implying something?

Klein was stunned for a moment, realizing that he had been tricked by Ron yet again.

Seeing this, the blond boy nodded in satisfaction, having reaped his share of happiness for the day. He then looked at the members of the Tarot Club, his joyful expression fading, and said with a serious expression:

"Bringing up this topic has reminded me of something."

"If any of you have any clues in this regard, or if there are any strange things that you can't understand, you can tell me, especially those that are from older times."

"The reward I offer will be beyond your imagination. Even the potion formula and material properties of a demigod are negotiable."

These guys, since they were chosen by the fate of "Source Castle," must have something special about them. To use Leonard's flamboyant poetic words, these are all protagonists or important supporting characters of the era.

Under the watchful eye of Ron Sothos, and among the Tarot Club members who were fortunate enough to be caught up in the "Deadly Resurrection Incident," such a title was indeed well-deserved.

"Um, what kind of things qualify as eerie?"

At this moment, Fors Wall raised his hand and asked cautiously.

"If you think it's weird enough or bizarre enough, just tell me and I'll evaluate it."

The blond boy said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Fors Wall's brown eyes seemed to brighten for a moment, before he spoke quickly:

"I am reporting that there have been a number of unusual occurrences in the East Backlund and factory areas recently."

"I have a friend who has to frequently visit these two areas for work. He noticed that in every bar in the East District, there is a young man giving a speech at 10 p.m.."

"The strangest thing is that all of them look exactly alike, and they all wear monocles!"

"At the time, I didn't believe it, so I went to every bar and chatted with every man who wore a monocle and looked exactly the same."

"But the most unusual thing is that he claims to be a messenger of the Kingdom of Heaven, responsible for spreading the voice of God."

"I saw it with my own eyes. He just adjusted his monocle, and a cross appeared behind him with a God with a full golden beard giving a speech. Everyone was saying it was the voice of God!"

"And he can even have God drive away evil spirits!"

"I witnessed it with my own eyes. He expelled a very evil female spirit from the body of a 1.4-meter-tall boy. She had red hair, red eyes, and a rotting, festering face. The aura she exuded made me afraid to get close."

"But when the blond-bearded man who claimed to be God appeared, the evil spirit quickly retreated!"

Ron: ? ? ?

What kind of nonsense is this?

(End of this chapter)