Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 515 Tarot Meeting in Progress (4K) Part 2

Monday morning.

As the saying goes, women are made of water, and Ron proved it to be true yesterday.

Lifting the covers, the silver-haired woman sat up and leaned against the headboard. She first stroked Audrey's messy blonde hair, then reached out and pulled out a cigarette, puffing out smoke.

"It's so good to be a woman, you can just enjoy yourself..."

Ron was inexplicably amazed; his delicate cheeks now revealed a breathtaking blush.

The thought of the night he was drained dry by the little she-wolf made Ron agree with this view even more.

But, unfortunately.

His companions did not possess the ability to transform into countless forms, so Ron was destined to be a beast of burden, working diligently in the fields his entire life.

"Um, Mr. Ron, why are you smoking so early in the morning..."

With her delicate nostrils twitching slightly, Audrey, curled up with her fair and delicate body, rubbed her eyes sleepily.

Her expression was indescribably complex, and her emerald eyes were still filled with drowsiness, reflecting the image of the silver-haired woman with a bare upper body.

The emotions I felt last night were hard for me, now a sixth-order "spectator," to accept.

"Homosexuality is still too..."

"However, Mr. Ron in this state is really attractive..."

As a traditional, conservative nobleman of Ruen, getting close to an older sister is undoubtedly quite challenging.

If Audrey were from Intis, she wouldn't have had this concern at all.

She pursed her lips, the impossibly beautiful noblewoman still not breaking the rare moment of tranquility.

Her face flushed, she climbed naked into Ron's arms, pressing her soft body against the mature woman's warm embrace, then wrapped her arms around her neck and whispered:

"Mr. Ron, I've recently obtained a considerable amount of evidence against the Rune royal family. What should I do next?"

"You always tell me to be empress, but the Augustus family is such a behemoth that it's incredibly difficult to completely replace them."

"Furthermore, if it causes too much turmoil, it could harm many innocent people, making what I did today no different from what the royal family did..."

Audrey Hall hesitated, her blonde head resting on a soft shoulder, her warm breath causing the strands of hair to sway gently.

To be honest, she's not the kind of person who procrastinates; she's just kind by nature and doesn't want to forget her original intentions.

Upon hearing this, Ron slightly raised her chin. She stubbed out her cigarette with one hand, while her other hand wandered around restlessly. Only after hearing the girl in her arms protest with a nasal sound did she slowly say:

"Win some over, suppress others, treat them to meals, and accept them as dogs. The power shift in high society isn't that complicated."

"Find allies, such as uniting the three major churches to oust Augustus and his ilk, and then enacting reform bills to promote scientific and technological development and increase productivity."

"When everyone has enough to eat and receives a good education, everything you want to change will naturally fall into place."

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Upon hearing this, Audrey immediately gave me a look that said, "You're not very well-educated, so don't try to fool me."

"Why would the three major churches support me? Even Emperor Rosell only received support from the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery back then, and that was after he made great contributions to the Church of Steam and the Soren family was in decline."

The noblewoman's analysis was reasonable and well-founded, clearly indicating that she had given this matter serious consideration.

"Besides, you make it sound so easy. Emperor Rosell propelled the development of the times and promoted social and scientific progress, but how could a figure like him appear so easily?"

"It's already incredible that one like this happens every few centuries!"

Hearing this, Ron rolled his eyes and squeezed the soft jade in his arms hard.

Perhaps you can ask your "Fool" Mr. If I'm not mistaken, there are definitely more than just those three on Yuanbao. Any one of them is better than Rosell, a second-tier student.

The silver-haired woman muttered something to herself, then looked at Audrey with the same gaze one would give a silly roe deer.

"Audrey, sometimes I wonder if all you think about is nonsense. You really tormented me last night. Those are not things an innocent noble lady would think of."

Have you forgotten who I am?

"The all-knowing and all-seeing wisdom is right beside you, always with you, yet you still want to seek help from others."

You are incredibly stupid.

"..."

The blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman fell silent in the face of these merciless sarcastic remarks.

"Mr. Ron, please keep your voice down!"

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Monday afternoon.

Above the gray fog.

The boiling gray mist, as thick as boiling water, gradually subsided, and the massive palace, which had collapsed and was covered in signs of erosion, was rapidly repaired.

As the pain in his mind gradually subsided, Klein stopped rolling on the ground clutching his head and slumped into the bronze high-backed chair.

"Damn, Grosser's Travels is actually related to the Imaginary Dragon. Luckily, I'm experienced enough to have harassed—no, spied on—no, I've divined quite a few gods."

While Mr. Ron was enjoying his extravagant lifestyle, our "Fool" was still diligently studying the occult.

Klein placed the materialized book on the bronze table, and his toothache intensified.

"I don't know where Ron went. He hasn't replied to me yet whether he's coming or not. I finally managed to get him something good, and he's still ignoring me."

"What an annoying little brat!"

Suppressing his desire to get free information about "Grossell's Travels," Klein picked up his pocket watch and snapped it open.

Although he couldn't ask offline, he could definitely ask online. He didn't believe Ron was completely indifferent to the relics of the ancient gods.

"If he really likes it, I can definitely buy it; that would pay off a lot of my debts. Well, although that's unfair to 'Iceberg General,' I'm not entirely getting a bargain. After all, my ability to divine that it's an ancient god's relic is based on genuine skill."

"It cost 8000 pounds, and once I get my hands on it, it'll be enough to pay off at least 100,000 pounds of debt with Ron."

"That's an ancient god's relic; generally speaking, it's priceless and unavailable!"

Having made up his mind to secretly gather information at the Tarot meeting, Klein looked at the gold pocket watch whose hands pointed to three o'clock. He raised his hand and waved his hand, and a deep red light surged out like a tide, transforming into figures dressed in different clothes.

The new round of Tarot readings has officially begun.

Her emerald eyes swept over the vast expanse of gray fog and the ancient, magnificent temple. Even though it wasn't her first time here, Audrey was still incredibly awestruck.

She snapped out of her reverie, rose, bowed, and greeted him politely in her unchangingly cheerful voice:

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny."

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Even after spending the whole day with Ron, the audience still pretended not to know him and didn't reveal the slightest flaw.

"Mr. Moon seems very excited, as if he has something important to announce. His spiritual energy is slightly overflowing; could it be that he has successfully advanced?"

"Mr. Hanged Man... he seems much younger, not in appearance, but in his radiant spirit. It seems he got the reward he wanted from his collaboration with Mr. Ron."

"Mr. World is still the same as ever. You'd never guess he's the kind of person he is above the gray fog. He's kind, decisive, cunning, and a quick escape artist. It seems the mad adventurer persona is just one side of him."

Mr. Sun looks the same as always. Wait, he seems to have been promoted. Just recently, I remember that Sun Path Sequence Six was supposed to be "Notary"? The situation in Silver City is under control, and there's no longer a food shortage!

Let's praise Mr. Ron!

Fors and the Hermit Lady are still the same as always, no different from before.

While exchanging greetings, the noble lady took in the state of all the Tarot Club members. She breathed a slight sigh of relief and then turned her gaze to the leader of the Tarot Club.

"Dear Mr. Fool, thank you for your help. If it weren't for your divine punishment, our plans would certainly have been fraught with uncertainty."

This morning, she had already asked Mr. Ron if the lightning bolt was sent by Him, but Ron just shook his head.

"If it's not Mr. Ron, then it must be Mr. Fool. It seems that the authority of the sea god Kavituwa is still in His hands."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Fool, who had been cheerfully laughing, was startled. He had been traumatized by Ron and instinctively wanted to refuse whenever someone accused him of something.

"Wait, what do you mean? Miss 'Justice,' you're a veteran member of the Tarot Club, why are you siding with outsiders?"

However, before Klein could take any action and concoct a lie that wouldn't damage his image to get away with it, he saw all the members of the Tarot Club looking at him, their eyes filled with a mixture of surprise, realization, and understanding.

Especially the "Hanged Man" who was closest to him, who was nodding while frowning, as if he understood some truth.

What does this have to do with me? How did I end up wearing the imperial robe?

You, you, you've really put me in a terrible situation!

Sitting at the very head of the bronze table, Klein, the "Fool" and head of the Tarot Club, maintained a calm demeanor. He first glanced at the little brat who was enjoying the show, and seeing the kid still shouting "So amazing, so amazing," a surge of anger welled up in his mind.

"Ha, that's nothing to brag about. In fact, I only played a very small role."

Yes, I just wrote a note to help with missile positioning.

Klein muttered to himself, then chuckled softly and looked at Ron, saying calmly:

"Some guys seem to be more active than me, especially when they're doing shady things!"

Since you are ruthless, don't blame me for being unjust.

After saying this, "The Fool" Klein felt much better.

Although he didn't know what Ron had done that week, Klein used a very versatile and easy-to-understand way of speaking.

Judging from his understanding of the kid's personality, Ron couldn't possibly remain indifferent to this statement. Even if he was making up a lie, he had to make himself sound noble and sophisticated.

The blond boy was very proud. If he failed, wouldn't he be trampled underfoot by "The Fool"?

"You bastard, when did you start using such despicable tactics of flattery to kill me?!"

Ron, who had been enjoying the show, suddenly froze, and had a strange feeling that the "Fool" was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with.

However, before Ron could even gather his thoughts, he saw "The World" at the very bottom of the bronze table clapping his hands stiffly and muttering something like "Amazing."

?

Are you putting on a show for me from here?!

When the two deities were locked in a fierce battle of wits and strength, only "The World" stood up and resolutely preserved the last vestige of dignity for Mr. "The Fool".

This, in turn, reveals certain issues.

At this moment, even "Justice" Audrey simply sat quietly to the side, observing with a polite and dignified smile on her face.

The same goes for other members of the Tarot Club. After all, this has become a regular feature of the Tarot Club. If they don't attend one or two sessions each time, they feel uneasy afterward.

Seeing all the Tarot Club members staring at him like helpless infants, Ron's eyelids twitched. He immediately raised his chin slightly and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Actually, I didn't do anything, so I'm not even as bad as the divine punishment brought down by Mr. 'Fool'~"

Klein, with skin as thick as a city wall, remained completely still, maintaining his divine demeanor, neither admitting nor denying anything.

"I found the tomb of Trensust, the tomb of the Night King of the Fourth Age. He was the true god of the Judgement Path, and because he was not honest, he died a terrible death."

He gave "The Fool" Klein a meaningful look, the threat in his eyes obvious.

However, Klein was not about to admit defeat and immediately said calmly:

"He's dishonest, most likely because he's like some other guys who speak rudely."

These words resonated deeply with many members of the Tarot Club.

If it weren't for his image, Klein would definitely have used the phrase "talks like farts" to describe Ron's universally hated, foul mouth.

"Fuck you!"

The blond youth frowned, realizing that Klein seemed a bit difficult to deal with today. The conversation seemed to have fallen into Klein's rhythm, and if he didn't break it soon, his lifelong reputation would be ruined.

"Fine, I admit I do have some shortcomings, but putting that aside, don't you have any problems?"

"I remember Mr. Men telling me that when Oscythus was selling hooks to the ancient sun god, it was you who was behind it all!"

"They even harassed them in front of their faces."

"Nonsense, shut up!"

"Fool!" Klein roared, his heart sinking into a chill.

Why would I provoke Him for no reason?!

Ron's greatest skill isn't his sharp tongue, but his utterly unreasonable and sophistry.

In this regard, Klein really didn't have a good way to deal with it. He couldn't very well personally get involved and start arguing with Ron in front of so many people.

He's a man with a lot to worry about; he cares about his reputation!

Taking a deep breath and ignoring the smirking brat, "The Fool" Klein glanced around and said calmly:

"You may begin."

(End of this chapter)