Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 536 Roselle's Social Death

"What do you need in exchange?"

Gazing at the "Emperor," shrouded in gray mist, dressed in flamboyant clothes and behaving arrogantly, Cattleya asked with a cautious yet apprehensive heart.

The caution stems from the fact that the "emperor" is not as simple as he appears.

The anxiety stems from the worry that the other party might also be some important figure. Although nothing bad is likely to happen at Mr. Fool's Tarot reading, as Emperor Roselle once said...

Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

"What will you exchange it for...?"

This question stumped Rosell, since in her heart they were all family, and she didn't care about such trivial matters.

He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"I want to see Bernadette..."

She just ran away without even telling her old father where she went, trying to appease my dear daughter who wanted to cut ties with me...

"Emperor" Rosell rubbed his head, silently finishing the sentence he hadn't finished saying.

"How could He know about my relationship with the Queen? Although it's an open secret at the Tarot meeting, how could a newcomer know?"

With a thoughtful glance at Ron through her deep purple eyes framed by thick glasses, "The Hermit" Cattleya nodded, feigning deep thought, and said:

"Sure, but I can't guarantee it will succeed."

After the transaction concluded, the Tarot Club fell silent for a few seconds. Seeing that "The Sun" seemed about to raise its hand to say something, "The Moon" Emlyn quickly spoke first:

"The needs of our row are very clear."

As he spoke, he pointed to the "sun" and the "Hanged Man".

"He needs the potions and traits of the Sequence 5 Priest of Light, while I need the potions and traits of the Sequence 5 Crimson Scholar."

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man' needs a powerful and extraordinary weapon."

Why has this vampire become so enthusiastic?

Little Sun's eyebrows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed again.

Who cares? As long as we're not arguing, it doesn't matter what.

"Heh, wasn't Emlyn quite arrogant before? Why is he so eager to act now that he hears Silver City has demigod-like characteristics? Hmm, well, someone who's so unique even among vampires can't just be arrogant to the extreme."

'Even if he wants to ease tensions, he has to make a scene. What a petty and arrogant vampire.'

This whole scene was witnessed by "The Fool" Klein, who silently grumbled in his heart but did nothing else.

At this moment, Emlyn, the "Moon," cleared his throat and said:

"I have another need."

"I need your help to find these followers of the 'Primordial Moon.' I'll pay £100 for every valid lead, up to a total of £500!"

He looked at Mr. Fool and made a request, which was granted. Then, he conjured five things that resembled wanted posters, one for each person, for a total of five.

He himself has no connection with "The Sun" Derrick.

Klein manipulated "The World" to pick it up and casually browsed through it.

"Gallis Kevin, Dandy Laura, Windsor Behring, Argos... they're all quite strong, at least equivalent to newly born vampires." He muttered to himself, memorizing the relevant information.

After finishing his own tasks, Emlyn "Moon" felt even more confident about winning the "competition" within the vampire clan. He leaned back in his chair, relaxed, and waited for the other members to make their requests.

This time, no one spoke.

After a brief silence, Klein manipulated the dummy "World" to look around, finally fixing his gaze on the composed blond boy.

"I need your help. I recently met a new friend who is plagued by bad luck and needs to be rid of it."

Upon hearing this, Ron turned his head and glanced at "The World" Gehrman Sparrow in surprise, then grinned and said:

"That's really unlucky of you, considering him a friend."

Fuck you!

Even though he knew Ron was a dog who couldn't speak properly, Klein's heart still sank when he heard this insult that was so derogatory that it didn't even contain any vulgar language.

Frankly speaking, aside from the useless transfer ritual that only sends people above the gray fog, the only two people Klein knows with authority in the relevant field are Ron and Backlund, who are 1.4 meters tall.

"When it comes to familiarity, a kid is definitely the first choice. Besides, it doesn't cost me anything, and I'll even get information on a powerful and extraordinary weapon. It's a win-win situation."

"Should we help or not?"

Faced with enormous profits, the shrewd and reserved adventurer chose to remain humble rather than engage in a life-or-death struggle with Ron, who had mocked him.

There's no other reason; I'm just used to it.

"This is really boring. Oh well, I'll have to see you anyway before I go back to the past, so I'll just consider it a trip on the way."

The blond boy curled his lip and waved his hand dismissively, looking somewhat bored:

"no problem."

Is everything really okay?

Upon seeing this, "Hermit" Cattleya's eyelids twitched violently, and she had a feeling that "Future" would not be safe for some time to come.

Leaving aside the troublemaker Anderson Hood, let's just talk about Frank Lee's insane idea and Ron, who was able to turn that wicked and insane idea into reality.

"This is the end of the world! No, after the Tarot meeting ends, I have to get Gehrman Sparrow and Anderson off the ship as soon as possible!"

Upon thinking of this, a complex expression appeared on the face of the woman with deep purple eyes. She glanced around blankly and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Mr. Fool had not made any move.

If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Since this great figure, who is comparable to a god, didn't say anything, it means that things are not beyond redemption.

"Once again, Mr. 'World' and Mr. Ron reached a deal without any negotiation. Was this a prior agreement, or have their relationship become so close that they don't need any compensation?"

Thinking about Ron's arrogant demeanor, "Justice" Audrey pursed her lips with a slightly aggrieved expression, her emerald eyes filled with curiosity and resentment.

"Hmm, maybe it's just simple friendship, just ordinary friends."

The noblewoman thought it over a lot, and trusting in Ron's moral character, she finally felt at ease and raised her hand to state her needs.

"I want the heart of the Dreamcatcher, a crystal of the Mind Phantom, or the complete brain of an adult Mind Dragon."

These are the main ingredients for the Dreamwalker's potion. Although Audrey has not yet fully digested the "Hypnotist's" potion, seeing that most of the members of the Tarot Society have reached "Sequence Five" and are all moving towards becoming demigods, she couldn't help but feel a little urgency.

"I saw the complete brain of an adult Mind Dragon in the materials warehouse in Silver City. I'll confirm it when I get back, but it's most likely unusable because it's contaminated."

After a few seconds, the honest little sun raised his hand and said sincerely.

"No problem, what do you need in exchange?" "Justice!" Audrey replied with delight, her emerald green eyes seeming to sparkle for a moment.

"The potion recipe or properties of the Priest of Light," Mr. Fool muttered to himself, looking down on everything.

"Miss Justice, I would like the potion recipe or properties of the Priest of Light." Derrick the Sun spoke earnestly, showing great enthusiasm for this eager audience member.

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind," the noble lady nodded demurely.

As one of the wealthiest women in the Kingdom of Rune, the incredibly beautiful noblewoman decided to collect these kinds of things herself first.

"While Mr. Ron certainly won't refuse my request, how could Miss Hall possibly be someone who only lives off a woman?!"

Clearly, even after running away from home, Audrey still retained the pride of being a noblewoman.

In the brief silence, no one raised any further requests. "Magician" Fors actually wanted to collect the "Recorder's" potion ingredients in advance, but because of the return of the Abraham family ancestor, her teacher had been unusually generous lately.

With the mindset of saving money wherever possible, she decided to wait until the "astrologer" potion was fully digested, and then obtain the "recorder's" recipe and materials from her teacher before making any purchases.

"That's called saving where you should and spending where you should. A poor person like me can't just throw around tens of thousands of pounds."

She muttered something to herself, then looked at the "vampire" wanted poster that "Moon" Emlyn had handed to everyone.

"The followers of the 'Primordial Moon,' the Abrahamic family, seem to dislike this evil god quite a bit too. How pitiful!"

Taking a deep breath, the "Magician" circled the Tarot room, where the lowest rank was "Sequence Six," and, with a humble and inquisitive mindset, asked:

"Everyone, I have a feeling that there are many deities who wield the power of the 'Moon,' could it be the 'Primordial Moon'?"

The "magician" paused abruptly, as if to say that the "primordial moon" was the ancient goddess Lilith.

Or perhaps the "Primordial Moon" was the incarnation of the "Goddess of the Night," but considering Emlyn's protection of the vampires and her basic reverence for the gods, she dared not say it aloud.

After all, no matter how high-end the Tarot Club is, she is still just a lowly Sequence Seven.

"Well, you might have to ask Roselle about that. He went to the moon; who knows if he got to experience the 'primitive moon'?"

Klein, the "Fool," who sat at the very head of the bronze table, thought to himself with disbelief and inwardly wondered.

After all, many of the strange things in the extraordinary world are more or less related to the Red Moon.

"Oh my god, you can't know that!"

Rosell, who had remained silent and calmly observing, twitched the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to say something to change the subject, he heard the boyish voice that had made his vision go black:

"I think you can ask Roselle about this. He was most familiar with the original moon. You didn't know that Roselle once landed on the moon, and there are countless of his descendants on it."

"He is also very familiar with witches." "The Fool" Klein added with a slight smile and a flat tone.

Mr. Fool's addition was like a hammer blow, drawing the attention of everyone in the Tarot Club.

After all, this being is capable of understanding Roselle's diary. If we were to say who in the world understands Roselle best, it would probably be Mr. Fool, who frequently reads the diary, besides his family.

You betrayed me!?

Upon hearing this unexpected slander, the "Emperor" was immediately uneasy. He hadn't expected that Ron, who had discussed how to persecute his fellow countrymen before the gathering began, would choose to join in at this crucial moment.

Oh shit!

"Should I reveal my identity to clear up the rumors? No, that won't do. The taste of a witch is indeed quite good, and if I reveal my identity, people would have to believe me. Or should I change the subject? No, that guy will definitely not let me off so easily; changing the subject is useless."

Just as Russell Gustav's mind was racing, "The Magician" Fors chuckled twice and said:

"Mr. Fate, you must be joking. Emperor Roselle has been dead for almost two hundred years."

"How can I ask that? Should I summon the spirits of the dead like a village shaman?"

The "magician" twitched his lips but still didn't voice his thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Rosell felt much more at ease.

"Yes, that's right. I'm just a dead man. What do I care about the deluge after I'm gone?"

However, before the weight could be lifted from Russell Gustav's heart, he heard that devilish young voice say:

"Isn't Roselle sitting right there? Didn't any of you notice?"

In an instant, the atmosphere above the gray fog became extremely quiet, as if time itself had stopped.

"Holy crap!?"

The Emperor was so startled by these words that he immediately shouted out his native tongue. This was completely contrary to the script He and Ron had discussed, and it did not conform to the infiltration plan to persecute the villagers.

Didn't we agree to have fun together? You, you, you...

That was so much fun!!!

Even now, Rosellna still doesn't understand that He has become the new source of amusement, or rather, the premeditated source of amusement.

In that instant, He felt the gazes of everyone in the Tarot Club turn to Him. Those gazes were filled with astonishment, scrutiny, disbelief, doubt, speculation, and two pairs of eyes that were both surprised and angry.

I turned my head slightly and saw that one gaze came from the bottom of the bronze table and the other from the top.

Without a sound, Russell Gustav shivered.

So your name is Russell?!

Klein hadn't been able to understand why the "Emperor" was so special, but with Ron's betrayal, he suddenly understood everything.

You know your own situation. Use your brain to figure out what Rosell's purpose is in coming to Tarot disguised as the "Emperor".

This bastard came to see him make a fool of himself!

Klein glared at Ron, who sat upright and seemed indifferent, then manipulated the dummy "World" to speak in a hoarse voice:

"I heard from Mr. 'Fool' that Emperor Roselle seemed to have kept a witch, but I don't know if it's true or not. This is the truth he saw in his diary."

"Furthermore, I also learned from Mr. Fool that Emperor Rosell was apparently harmed by the Count of Champagne. Is this true?"

"Mr. Emperor, is this true?"

come!Hurt each other!

Mr. Fool smiled and leaned back peacefully in his bronze high-backed chair, awaiting Russell Gustav's reply.

As for whether the other party is genuine or not, that "fuck" says it all.

"This question is a sure way to fail. If you say no, then you're just trying to cover up your guilt. After all, the identity of 'Emperor' was given by Ron, and as a god, Ron is absolutely right."

If you say yes, then that's a perfect admission. I'll spend money to translate the diary into a book and sell it to the general public at a low price.

"Uh, you, you..."

Emperor Rosell froze on the spot, the intense gazes around him making his scalp tingle.

"Damn it, how come I didn't realize this fellow villager was so cunning? Is my reputation going to be ruined because of this?"

(End of this chapter)