Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 535 Mr. Fool must have some deeper meaning behind doing this, right?

"During the exploration towards the sea, Sequence 5 vampires were only a minority. In the depths of darkness, there are even more powerful and terrifying monsters. These monsters seem to have been attracted by the sealed artifacts that went out of control last time, and most of them are of the 'Moon' pathway and the 'Cultivator' pathway."

"Silver City has no extraordinary individuals with either of the two pathways. The characteristics of Sequence Nine and even Sequence Four are all sealed, rendering them completely useless."

After speaking honestly, "Sun" quietly looked at "Moon," whose face was gradually turning ugly. His lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but he forcibly suppressed it to avoid provoking the other party.

"Luckily, I had explained the general situation to Elder Lovia, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to deal with such a troublesome vampire."

As a teenager who is proud of the ancient history of Silver City, "Sun" undoubtedly focuses his attention on strange and unusual places.

Similarly, as an honest man who was not good at speaking, after the last gathering, he planned to consult an experienced person in Silver City, and Lovia, who had the same experience as him and had met Ron, was undoubtedly the best candidate.

It wasn't that the chief couldn't be persuaded, but rather that, based on his intuition, "Sun" always felt that Elder Lovia, who studied the glowing crystal ball every day, was more aggressive.

Although the Sun wasn't very skilled at using these annoying words, they were more than enough to deal with an arrogant vampire.

"You can consult history, and I can consult the elders!" Derrick thought with a touch of pride.

"Goddess, no, Mr. Fool, what's wrong with Little Sun? Wasn't he so innocent and simple before? Hmm, these things are probably not something he could figure out on his own."

Obscured by the gray fog, "Justice," filled with astonishment, first looked at Ron, but upon seeing the same surprise in those golden eyes, he silently looked away.

If it wasn't Mr. Ron who taught them, then who was?

"The sun seems to be growing very quickly. Well, in the high-pressure environment of Silver City, not growing is probably tantamount to death. Sigh, it seems I'll have to put in more effort to gather any valuable information in the future."

Alger, the "Hanged Man" who sat upright, didn't think there was any problem, but he lamented in his heart that it was getting harder and harder to fleece people.

"Oh, what a good child. I hope he doesn't go astray."

Klein, the "Fool" who sat at the very head of the bronze table, was exhausted. Even though he had become a Sequence Five, he still found it difficult to resist the fatigue that came from his mind and spirit.

There's no such thing as a harmonious and wonderful Tarot gathering; it's all just "fools" patching things up.

Emlyn, the "Moon," who had been unwittingly mocked, naturally couldn't continue attacking the Sun from a historical perspective. Instead, he responded angrily:

"Does having special features mean you can do whatever you want? You can't use it anyway, so what's the point of saying anything?"

As he spoke, he subtly turned his head away, avoiding looking at the sun with an air of utter dejection.

As for "The Sun" Derrick, he naturally turned his head in the opposite direction, refusing to look at the arrogant vampire beside him.

For a moment, the scene took on a somewhat comical and harmonious quality.

At this moment, without waiting for anyone else, "The World," located at the end of the bronze table, spoke first:

"Everyone, does anyone have a potion recipe for Sequence 4 of the 'Seer' pathway?"

Klein didn't actually need to ask, because he knew that Ron, who controlled the Blasphemous Tablets, would definitely have them. But before buying anything, you always have to compare prices, just in case other members of the Tarot Club also have clues.

Sequence Four. Is Mr. "World" about to advance to the level of a demigod? "Justice" Audrey was taken aback.

In her heart, she felt that she had already been promoted quickly enough with Mr. Ron's help, and she was even a little proud of it. But now, she suddenly felt that she had fallen behind.

"Sequence Four!? Why does Mr. World suddenly seem so high-end?" Fors the Magician was equally surprised.

She originally thought that although the gloomy and reserved world at the "Tarot Club" was full of extraordinary individuals, it was still a long, long way from high-end terms like "Sequence Four" demigods. Who knew that last time everyone was fine, they were all in the middle or low sequence, but this time they started asking for high sequence formulas?

"As expected of Mr. Fool's chosen one, he has also successfully advanced to Sequence Five." Alger the Hanged Man sighed inwardly, feeling an extremely strong sense of urgency.

The Tarot Club truly lives up to its name as the King of Tarot.

"As expected, after advancing to Sequence Five, Gehrman Sparrow also began plotting to become a demigod. However, the Sequence Four potion recipe doesn't seem to be too difficult for the Tarot Society."

"The Hermit" Cattleya sighed inwardly. She glanced furtively at Ron, and a sense of urgency suddenly welled up in her previously peaceful heart.

"Sun" Derrick and "Moon" Emlyn both shook their heads, their shaking frequencies remarkably consistent, indicating that they had never heard of what Sequence Four of this pathway was called.

Just as Klein expected, Ron, who had been leisurely listening in, raised his hand and chuckled:

"I have the sorcerer's potion recipe. What are you willing to trade for it?"

Good question, but don't ask it again next time.

This time, "The Fool" Klein really couldn't hold back and gave a helpless twitch at the corner of his mouth.

If he had money, why would he ask such a question at a tarot reading session? Wasn't he just looking for other avenues to explore?

"I can't possibly trade it for the Scepter of Poseidon; that would be a huge loss, and losing it would severely diminish the Fool's influence in the real world."

As Klein pondered, he suddenly heard the "Emperor," who had been silent all along, speak:

"I know where to get the Trickster's potion recipe!"

What? There's another expert!

Feeling the gazes cast upon him by the Tarot Club members, Roselle felt a moment of smug satisfaction. It had been so many years since he had shown off, and just thinking about it made his arm tremble involuntarily.

"Yes, it's all thanks to the great 'Fool'."

Here we go again. What does this have to do with me?!

Before Klein could even ask about the price with surprise, Russell spoke first, praising the great "Fool".

He straightened his flamboyant shirt, adopted a respectful posture, and said with a smile:

"'The Fool' is an honorific title for the zeroth level of the diviner's path sequence, so why bother going to such lengths?"

"I apologize, great and supreme Mr. 'The Fool,' I meant no offense. I am only revealing this secret knowledge for the sake of the Tarot Club members' growth and self-realization."

This statement is absolutely flawless; it could even be said that it puts the "fool" on the shelf to be roasted while completely absolving the speaker of any responsibility.

You little brat, let's see how you pull this off!

Rosell chuckled inwardly. Ron had already made the relationship between the "Fool" and the "World" and other followers perfectly clear before the gathering began, and now He had finally seized the opportunity.

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I grass!

Upon hearing this, Mr. Fool, who had been sitting comfortably in the background, felt a chill run down his spine and almost broke out in a cold sweat.

The fact that the Emperor was revealing classified information was indeed unexpected, but that wasn't the focus right now; rather...

Since the "world" is the "fool's" favored one, and the "fool" is the pinnacle of the diviner's path, why would it allow its favored one to go out and search for potion recipes?

Is it because they don't have any, or because they're too stingy, or because the treatment within the dependents' group is poor?

At this moment, Klein could already imagine what the Tarot Club members could possibly come up with based on their imaginations.

If he were exposed over such a trivial matter, Zhou Mingrui would be too ashamed to face anyone!

Damn it, Ron got me into trouble!

Ignoring the need to retort to the newly arrived "Emperor," Klein's mind raced, and he hurriedly tried to fabricate a lie in his mind to get away with it, but it was all too late.

The doubt in Alger's eyes suddenly vanished, followed by a sudden realization, and finally turned into admiration.

He took a deep breath and bowed respectfully, saying:

"Mr. Fool, praise be to your wisdom!"

Klein: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Rosell: (⊿)

Ron: (_)

What have you come up with now?!

In that instant, the three masters of the Tarot Club were completely dumbfounded, especially "The Fool" Klein, who was sitting at the very top of the gray fog, was the most dumbfounded of all.

Suddenly, the figure that hadn't reacted moved. It leaned back lightly, neither proud nor boastful, as if it didn't care about anything.

Before Klein could come up with a lie, he chuckled lightly, gave all the members of the Tarot Club a meaningful look, and then resumed his previous indifferent demeanor.

"Indeed, Mr. Fool must have his own reasons for doing this!"

Upon seeing the meaningful look in "The Fool" Klein's eyes, "The Hanged Man" Alger felt as if he had received confirmation of something, and his heart was greatly at ease.

He pondered for a moment, glanced around at the still somewhat doubtful gazes of the Tarot Club members, and suddenly felt a surge of responsibility as a veteran of the Tarot Club. He immediately spoke:

"In the Church of Storms, the Lord of Storms doesn't give potion recipes to any individual believer."

What he meant was that the divine is just, and that justice is of paramount importance for an organization to achieve stability!

As soon as he finished speaking, the other members of the Tarot Club suddenly realized what was happening, and the dummy "World" seemed to understand as well, immediately speaking in a hoarse voice:

"Becoming a demigod is not easy; resources are limited, so you have to try every possible avenue."

What he meant was that although "the world" is a follower, it still cannot act arbitrarily and must still follow the rules within the "foolish" follower group.

What the gods give you is yours; if they don't give it to you, you can't take it. It must be fair!

This is actually possible?!

Upon seeing this, Roselle almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Although he thought the weakness he had found was not a very important one, at most it would only require his junior to go through the trouble of explaining it, which was just a simple "prank".

But isn't your solution a bit too unorthodox?

I'd love to see you sweating buckets while patching things up!

Ron, who had already tried countless times, looked like a seasoned veteran, leaning his elbow on the bronze table, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, his handsome face filled with speechlessness.

To be honest, he had plenty of ways to embarrass Klein, but most of them would be like flipping the table, which would basically ruin their friendship.

As for minor skirmishes, they will generally have the opposite effect, so it can only be described as...

As expected of Mr. Fool!

After a few seconds of silence, "The Hermit" Cattleya spoke:

"I need a drop of blood from a mythical creature."

This need was mentioned at the last Tarot gathering, but it was brought up again this time, mainly because of the sense of urgency that the world is about to catch up with us, and the fairness and justice that "The Fool" just showed.

Although Cattleya didn't believe she could get what she wanted in one go, or enjoy the treatment of the "Fool's" favorite, something was better than nothing.

How will you know if you don't try?

Cattleya thought to herself, unconsciously turning her gaze toward "the world".

"Hey, don't look at me like that. I know a lot of angels, but most of them are just there to get a photo with me. The only one I have a chance with is Amon, but wouldn't the King of Angels be a bit too dangerous?"

Just as Klein's thoughts began to race, the Emperor's voice suddenly rang in his ears again.

"Ha, I have the blood of a mythical creature."

What? You have another idea?!

"The Fool" Klein was startled and reflexively looked at the flamboyantly dressed "Emperor," a few doubts unconsciously arising in his mind.

We're all members of the Tarot Club who are penniless, how come you have everything?

"No, something's not right. Although 'The Emperor' is attending a Tarot gathering for the first time, his behavior and logic are clearly different from the new members."

Most importantly, his answer just now touched on Mr. "The Fool," and as the organizer of the gathering, few people would greet "The Fool" so casually.

Damn, could this be some kid's alt account deliberately trying to harass me?! Wait, I remember this morning, Ron came to see me specifically to say he wanted to bring in an angel.

No way? I've been tricked!?

Klein pondered for a long time, and a flash of inspiration struck him. He had never felt so smart before.

His gaze suddenly fixed on Ron, and anger surged uncontrollably from his eyes.

The kid is incredibly naughty. Even though he's grown up, his awful personality hasn't changed. Now he's even making decisions for himself behind people's backs.

They deserve to be punished!

Just as Klein was mentally slapping Ron's bottom and the little brat was crying and begging for mercy, "The Hermit" Cattleya asked in surprise:

"You have?"

"Yes, I have some. I can give it to you at the next party or after the party."

Russell said with a smile, his gaze never leaving the "Hermit".

"This must be Bernadette's adopted daughter, and my granddaughter, Huang Tao Russell Gustav's granddaughter? She doesn't seem very bright."

As a father who is a super-elder, out of guilt towards his eldest daughter, he also extends his affection to his adopted daughter, who is not related to him by blood.

Why does he always stare at me, and with that kind of benevolent, condescending gaze, as if he looks down on me?

Clearly, Cattleya, who lost her grandfather at a young age, did not understand the thoughts of her father, who was a super-elder.

(End of this chapter)