Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 534 Rosell is such a slick guy.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty."

"The Fool," Klein chuckled softly, secretly delighted.

The Tarot Club has gained another powerful member, which means new channels, knowledge, and resources.

Although a Tarot reading group with a deity in charge may seem to have no shortage of these things, multiple members mean multiple paths.

After all, Ron was just a money-grubber and couldn't get what he wanted from Him in any other way.

"Emperor...that's a good code name, I like it very much."

"Ah, thank you, great, supreme, invincible Mr. Fool!"

After drawing the Major Tarot Card, Rosell feigned surprise and delight.

He raised his arms high and deliberately praised in a tone that included that of an "old artist."

The dramatic, evocative tone of his voice sent shivers down Klein's spine, as if he were seeing a huge, round sun.

Now, Klein strongly suspects that Ron recommended this guy to the Tarot Club because he thought he could disgust him.

That's right. Although Ron didn't say it outright, Klein still believed that this person was the one he recommended.

This is also why Klein, unaware of the man's background, still made an exception and gave him a chance.

With his toes digging into the soles of his shoes, "The Fool" Klein pretended not to hear anything and said leisurely:

"Backlund time, every Monday at 3 p.m., remember to be alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosell immediately stood up, racked his brains, and once again shouted in the tone of an old artist:

"Praise be to you, supreme fool! Thank you, ruler of the gray fog! You are so majestic and radiant, so righteous and profound. A thousand cannot fathom your thoughts, ten thousand cannot fathom your wisdom. You truly are a..."

"Uh, fool!"

Rosell's expression was almost distorted; his eyebrows and eyes were wide open, and he made a very emotionally charged expression.

These flattering words sent a chill down Klein's spine. His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his body trembled slightly.

"Don't do that, bro, I'm scared. Can we stop bragging?"

"The Fool" Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressing the strangeness in his heart and the goosebumps all over his body, and said calmly:

"There are still a few hours until the next gathering, get ready."

After saying that, without changing his expression, he immediately severed the connection between the "Emperor" and the gray fog, kicking the other party back to the real world.

After doing all this, he revealed a grimacing expression, and at the same time slid his body from the bronze high-backed chair under the table, rolling uncontrollably on the floor of the Source Castle.

This new member is 99% likely to be a greasy guy!

If Mr. Fool had real talent, such praise would be fine, but Klein is a fraud and also has a sense of shame, so he can't stand such things.

Even members of the Tarot Club only consider these things in their hearts and never say them out loud.

"Damn, this kid definitely dragged this guy into this on purpose. Isn't verbal abuse every week enough? Are they planning to disgust me in other ways?"

"Well done. I'm doing this for his own good. Think about it, these are all anchors for maintaining one's identity at higher levels."

"It's similar to your diary. If I hadn't revealed its contents in front of your daughter, would you have regained your senses so quickly?"

Inside the secret mausoleum, a blond boy with a righteous expression uttered strange words claiming it was for his own good.

"Ha, what you said does make some sense. I think it's a good thing. As a senior, it's my duty as Russell Gustav to do so."

Having just returned to reality, the seemingly righteous "Emperor" clenched his fist, as if he genuinely wanted to help the "time traveler" descendant.

Finally, the handsome young man and the dashing middle-aged man exchanged a smile, confirming their illicit affair.

After several tens of seconds, Rosell sighed helplessly and said:

"Sigh, actually I'm only now realizing that you're actually quite a good guy. If you had appeared sooner, I might have already succeeded."

"It's okay, your plagiarism was quite successful even without me." Ron spread his little hands, leaving Russell speechless for a moment.

Without waiting for him to organize his thoughts, the blond boy said with a hint of ease:

"I have some things to take care of recently, and I may not be able to come back for a while. I'll leave your fellow villager in your care for now."

Ignoring Rosell's surprise, the boy had barely finished speaking when he crossed space and returned to the Southern Continent.

Now that the debts have been cleared, the follow-up arrangements are in place, and all the helpers have been found, all that remains is for the "Mother Tree of Desire" to connect with the "Shadow World" so that the final plan can be carried out.

"In the real world, the Seven Gods are on guard against unforeseen circumstances. The previous 'transmigrator' has already established contact with the Source Castle, so security is somewhat guaranteed. Although missionary progress is slow, given enough time, the number of anchors will eventually increase."

"However, the only things we can't control right now are the 'Genius' and the 'Mother Tree of Desire.' If those two have any brains, they probably won't betray us. After all, their unique characteristics and uniqueness are in my hands, and in a situation where we're evenly matched, there's no reason for them to turn against me."

Ron pondered deeply, and only after confirming that no hidden dangers had been left behind and making all the necessary arrangements did he feel a little more relaxed.

After circling the empty hotel room, the boy followed the trail left by the evil spirit and arrived at a unique restaurant with a Byron-style atmosphere.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Sharon, with her exquisite features, blue eyes, and long light golden hair, happily gnawing on a pork knuckle.

"Why are you back!?"

Upon seeing Ron arrive, Sharon, realizing that her appearance wasn't exactly flattering, hurriedly put down the pork knuckle, just like a student caught skipping school by the teacher, a hint of panic flashing across her delicate face.

Ron raised an eyebrow and asked in surprise:

"Oh, so you like to eat this. Why didn't you eat it in Backlund? It's like I can't afford to feed you."

In public, she's a cold and aloof doll with an abstinent nature, but in private, she's a girl who loves eating pork knuckles. This contrast even left Ron somewhat stunned.

I never expected you to be like this, Sharon.

However, upon closer reflection, this is not a particularly surprising matter. Restraining desires is not something that can be forced without effort; otherwise, how could the female ghost in front of you be so beautiful every day?

Putting everything else aside, clothes need to be washed after being worn for a long time, hair needs to be combed when it's messy, and face needs to be cleaned when it's dirty.

Ron didn't believe it. Sharon had never washed her clothes, combed her hair, washed her face, brushed her teeth, or cleaned herself since she was a child.

"She changes her clothes at least every three days and combs her hair every day. I can't believe I never noticed before; she hid it very well."

She quickly grabbed a tissue, wiped the grease from her mouth and hands, and resumed her unapproachable expression, speaking in a completely flat tone:

"A local specialty, but not authentically from Backlund."

"Hmph, what a 'not authentic' one."

"Yeah?"

The blond boy glanced suspiciously at the slightly embarrassed evil spirit, and a playful smile immediately appeared on his lips.

"Sharon, do you know that as my followers, we are forbidden from eating pork, or we will suffer very, very severe punishment!"

Ron spoke very seriously, his golden eyes unusually earnest.

Upon seeing this, the light blonde girl froze as she wiped her fingers. Her azure eyes looked closely at Ron, and she noticed that the boy had abandoned his usual carefree attitude. She tensed up, realizing the seriousness of the situation.

After all, she had said "You are my Lord, you are my God" in the morning with unknown feelings, but then she broke the commandment that God did not allow in the afternoon, which made her feel somewhat embarrassed and nervous.

As for whether the "God of Time and Space" wrote in his scriptures that pork was forbidden, Sharon didn't actually know. After all, the scriptures didn't match the description, and if you applied the god in the scriptures to Ron, it would be better to just kill her.

With a bewildered look in her azure eyes, Miss Evil asked in a low, cautious voice:

Why?

"Why? Good question, actually I don't know either."

The blond boy muttered something to himself, then pursed his lips seriously and said in a straight face, "..."

"Because in the realm of mysticism, eating pigs makes one stupid, and I cannot accept my followers becoming stupid."

At this point, Ron changed the subject and said very seriously:

"Sharon, although we know each other well, I cannot sacrifice justice for you, so you must accept my punishment!"

"Come to my room tonight, and I'll give you a good punishment, you disobedient believer!"

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Hearing this, Miss Evil's heart finally died. If she continued to believe such nonsense, she would probably really turn into a pig.

She took a short breath, then suddenly raised her arm and greeted him in fluent Dutan dialect:

"Waiter, this guy is a missionary from the Church of the 'God of Time and Space,' kick him out!"

In this city, which is not protected by the Church of the God of Time and Space, such beliefs are often regarded as "cults," and the "Rose School" will launch air raids from time to time in order to fight for territory.

Therefore, Ron's treatment was predictable.

The boy's eyes widened, seemingly surprised that Sharon, who was usually so honest and docile and whom he had teased, would do such a thing.

How could you report your Lord, your God?

He instinctively took two steps forward, wanting to continue to get closer to Sharon, but was stopped in place by a waiter who suddenly appeared.

"Sir, please leave. You are not welcome here!"

Damn it!!! Give me back the taciturn Sharon I knew before!

3 PM.

A crimson light surged forth like a tide, and the ancient palace, shrouded in gray mist, stood silently.

Audrey Hall instinctively looked around, her gaze first sweeping over Ron, then turning to the other members of the Tarot Club.

A new member has joined!

Upon seeing a figure appear beside Mr. Moon, Audrey, the "Justice," was instinctively filled with surprise and joy.

As one of the earliest members of the Tarot Club and a veteran member, she was happy to see the club grow and felt a strong sense of ownership.

"Black hair, black eyes, exaggerated body language, and rather flamboyant clothing—is this new member of the group... an Intis?"

The moment her gaze swept over the newcomers, she immediately came to the correct conclusion.

It didn't take long; it was just a fleeting glance. "Justice" Audrey was the first to stand up and greet him cheerfully:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool; good afternoon, Mr. Fate~"

She greeted everyone in the Tarot Club one by one, introducing all the members to the new member, until finally her gaze settled on the "Emperor".

"Who is this?"

Sigh, the audience is truly considerate.

Seeing this, Klein sighed inwardly and said calmly:

"This is Mr. 'Emperor'."

emperor?

As soon as "The Fool" finished speaking, all the members of the Tarot Club focused their attention on Roselle.

After all, this title is so prestigious, and to obtain such a title in Tarot cards undoubtedly indicates the special nature of the new member.

Feeling the gazes, some open and some covert, Roselle didn't hold back. He raised his hands dramatically and pressed them down, as if using body language to say:

Keep a low profile.

But you're not being low-key at all.

Seeing this, "Justice" Audrey first glanced at Ron discreetly before carefully analyzing the situation from the audience's perspective.

"As expected, the Emperor is most likely an Intis. His gesture was meant to be understated, yet he deliberately made it so ostentatious; even Mr. Ron never did that."

"Sigh, Mr. Ron always seems so busy. I wonder what he's been up to this week?"

After parting ways with Ron on the ship, Audrey, Susie, and the elf embarked on their own adventures, exploring ancient jungles or searching for ancient, primitive beliefs on the island.

Its main purpose is to investigate the real reason why those primitive tribes disappeared overnight, but unfortunately, no clues have been found at this stage.

"Well, actually, the most important thing is to digest the potion, accumulate experience, and strive to become stronger."

After offering herself a small consolation, the noblewoman turned her attention back to the new members. But before she could observe anything further, she saw "Moon" next to "Emperor" flick her hair.

"Hmph, I checked when I got back. There was no such thing as a Silver City in the history of the Second Era. It was a Silver Kingdom. You didn't worship 'King of Giants' Olmir, but 'Goddess of Harvest' Omibella!"

Emlyn's sudden attack caught everyone in the Tarot Club completely off guard.

It took Klein a long time to realize what was happening.

"What are you doing, you vampire?! A whole week has passed and this is all you want to say?! You'd be better off working and making money, you bastard!"

The "Fool," perched atop the gray fog, stared at Ron with eyes bulging with rage, his brown pupils fixed on him. Ron nearly choked on his own breath.

This scourge of the Tarot Club is utterly lawless and has corrupted all the honest and simple members of the club.

During the last tarot reading, the Sun inadvertently mocked the Moon, causing the Moon to jump up in anger. This time, Emlyn, the Moon, decided to strike first and regain her lost face.

"As expected of Mr. 'Moon,' he's just as concerned with saving face as Mr. Ron."

Upon seeing this, even Audrey, who was on the "spectator" route, couldn't help but freeze her smile and sigh inwardly.

However, faced with such pressure, "Sun" remained much calmer than anyone expected. After a moment of contemplation, ignoring the chattering "Moon" beside him, he said in a deep voice:

"This week I went into the depths of darkness with the exploration team and encountered many vampires, including some at Sequence 5."

As soon as he finished speaking, Emlyn's expression became incredibly interesting. However, the young vampire still retained his useless pride, and immediately raised his chin slightly and snorted:

"Who cares about your vile traits? Those are impure and unacceptable to us vampires!"

(End of this chapter)