Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 537 A bitter feud between fellow villagers

The ancient palace stood silently, the gray mist motionless, as if frozen in time.

The Tarot Club fell into an eerie silence, all eyes fixed on the "Emperor" who appeared to be Roselle.

Rosell is a legendary figure, praised by royalty and churches around the world.

Of course, this is on the premise that this Rosell is a dead Rosell; only a dead Rosell is a good Rosell.

"Justice" Audrey stared at all of this, her emerald eyes widening slightly, as if she could not believe what she was hearing and seeing.

"It's Emperor Rosell! He's still alive! By normal reckoning, he must be several hundred years old... Hmm, it seems the lifespan of high-sequence extraordinary beings is increased, so several hundred years isn't much of an obstacle."

"This is simply unbelievable! He's actually... he's still alive! Could it be that Rosell's death at White Maple Palace was a staged one?"

This sudden news left "Justice" Audrey speechless.

Even though she tried her best to calm herself down, the churning emotions of curiosity, surprise, and astonishment inside her still prevented her from entering a state of maximum professionalism.

For a moment, I could only let the chaotic thoughts run rampant in my mind.

"Wait a minute, Mr. 'World' just said that Emperor Roselle kept witches, but aren't witches all transformed men?!"

"Also, what does it mean to have been hurt by the Earl of Champagne...?"

Upon thinking of this, the blonde girl instinctively looked at Ron, trying to get the answer she wanted from this all-knowing god.

Her emerald-green eyes, like gemstones, held a unique curiosity and naivety in them. The blond boy immediately understood her meaning and poked his two slender white fingers at each other.

This vivid scene left Audrey momentarily stunned. Then, in less than a second, her eyes widened, and her face flushed red, like a boiled shrimp, all the way to her ears.

"My goddess, please forgive my instant understanding, it's just that Mr. Ron is too... too..."

To divert her attention, she turned her head and immediately looked at the "Emperor" with a gossipy, curious, and strange gaze, making the gaze in mid-air even more intensely scrutinizing.

One scrutinizing gaze after another fell upon him; clearly, Ron's actions weren't just for Audrey's eyes.

In an instant, apart from the innocent Little Sun, everyone else's gazes inexplicably became more scrutinizing, even the "Hermit" Cattleya was no exception.

Although none of the members of the Tarot Club have reached the "demigod" level, they are not capable of truly causing trouble for Roselle.

However, faced with this situation, Russell Gustave felt as if his backside was on fire.

Even if he was right, it seemed he couldn't explain it clearly!

"Isn't this obvious? Even a curly-haired baboon would know this is slander against me!"

Ignoring the accusations of betrayal and collusion between his fellow villager and the blond youth, Rosell straightened the feathers on his flamboyant clothes and calmly smiled:

"Don't be fooled by appearances; I can explain it."

However, before He could finish speaking, "The Fool" Klein immediately manipulated "The World" and laughed hoarsely:

As the great Emperor Rosell famously said, "Explanation is just a cover-up."

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"Is that so?"

"Did I...did I say that?"

"It's all just empty fame. That's how Intis is, or maybe that's just what others say?"

This mocking tone almost made Russell Gustav vomit blood; the boomerang of arrogance from a century ago had finally landed on his own head.

That later time traveler is so despicable!!!

He roared inwardly, gritted his teeth, and was about to explain the facts when he suddenly stopped.

Although His affair with the witch was only a one-night stand, and the Count of Champagne was just an accident, it doesn't seem like something to be proud of when the truth is out.

Oh no, is there really no way to explain this?

They've got me cornered!?

Seeing that such an arrogant fellow as Russell Gustav was now completely silent, the cunning "Fool" couldn't help but laugh three times inwardly.

As a keyboard warrior on the internet, he set a trap for Rosell to prove his innocence with his very first sentence.

You think you can mess with me? If you can't handle a little kid, you can't handle me!

For a moment, the "Fool" Klein, who had been feeling wronged and depressed, felt incredibly happy, even more so than if he had found a hundred pounds.

"It really is Roselle! He really came back to life! Was this what Mr. 'Fool' was collecting Roselle's diary for?"

"I remember that Emperor Roselle's power during his lifetime seemed to have reached the level of an angel, an angel."

"As expected of Mr. Fool, he possesses such power, even capable of resurrection!? No, no deity has ever claimed to be able to resurrect. Perhaps it's two deities working together?"

Thinking of this, Alger, the "Hanged Man," narrowed his eyes, and the already limited expression on his face stiffened even more.

Two deities? There just happen to be two deities at a tarot reading!

No, from now on, there might be three of them!

"Mr. Fool and Mr. Fate are truly amazing; they can even do something like this."

Alger Wilson found the "Fool" and "Fate" increasingly unfathomable, and he unconsciously lowered his head slightly as a sign of his devotion.

Rather than engaging in trivial gossip, he was more interested in exploring the hidden meaning behind Russell's sudden appearance.

What does this represent? Is it a change in the mysterious world order, the birth of a new god, or a change of kingdoms? Or is it the formation of a new alliance among gods?

"It's really him, it really is Russell? What should I do? Should I rush up to him and ask for his autograph? Or ask him what investments I should make to get rich?"

"Or perhaps I could ask him what's written in his secret diary? Was everything Mr. 'World' said true? It seems my novel was still too conservative~"

Seeing the reactions of the Tarot Club members, Fors, who had initially been somewhat skeptical, immediately felt relieved.

As a weak bird, she did not believe that her wisdom could surpass that of the many talented Tarot readers.

However, although she was excited to see such a legendary figure, she opened her mouth but found herself at a loss for words.

The proverb "Lord Ye loved dragons but was terrified of them" is probably a perfect example of this.

As for "The Moon" Emlyn and "The Sun" Derrick, I wasn't that interested. One was an extreme racist, and the other was a naive young man who knew nothing about the outside world.

They weren't as enthusiastic about "Roselle" as they had imagined. After sensing the strange atmosphere at the tarot gathering, they exchanged a knowing glance, then turned their heads away in disgust, refusing to look at each other.

"Are you really Emperor Rosell?"

"The Hermit?" Gadriya asked in surprise, her voice trembling with a hint of probing.

She knew the level that Rosell ultimately reached in the mystical world.

And yet, such a powerful deity, such a legendary figure whom the Queen has been searching for for nearly a hundred years without success, has now appeared at the Tarot meeting. How can this not be shocking?

"As you can see, it's the real deal, but let me state upfront that everything before was a rumor!"

Rosell shrugged, showing none of the airs of Julius Caesar. Instead, he acted like a typical Intis, with flamboyant gestures and an outspoken, high-profile personality.

At this moment, Ron, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, pouted and snorted:

"Yes, it's true. I personally pulled Him out of the grave, how could it be fake?"

"And I can clarify that everything I said before was a rumor!"

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As soon as the blond boy finished speaking, Roselle and Klein turned their heads to look at him, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Ron's nonsensical ramblings completely baffled his two fellow villagers.

Brother, whose side are you on?

However, no one can see through the gods' little schemes. The boy glanced at the "world" with a hostile look in his eyes, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

"Does spreading rumors come without consequences? What are your true intentions? How dare you slander a man who embodies both science and technology and the humanities? What did you mean by what you just said?"

The handsome young man kept pointing with his finger as he spoke, which made Klein, who controlled the "world," almost explode.

I fucking underestimated you!!!

At this moment, Rosell also realized what was happening, immediately smoothed the feathers off his clothes, and shamelessly nodded, adding insult to injury:

"Exactly, exactly! And you're even using the banner of the great 'Fool'—what are you really up to?"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think that Mr. 'Fool' didn't welcome me and deliberately fabricated a fake person to spout nonsense. Do you think you've done right by Mr. 'Fool''s' nurturing of you?!"

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In an instant, Klein's heart sank.

Damn it, you're standing a little further away from me!

When I get back to Backlund, I'm going to post your entire lousy diary in the Daily Honesty!

The Fool was so angry he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but out of respect for the divine majesty, his true form did not make any move. Only his clenched fist, hidden in the gray mist, still revealed the turmoil in his heart.

But just then, Ron, always eager for drama, grunted again and loyally declared:

"What 'World' just said was all analyzed by Mr. 'Fool' based on the diary. I think we should verify it to ensure the accuracy of the evidence."

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' was what 'the world' just said the truth?"

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Hey bro, what's going on?!

You have no bottom line, do you?

Russell, who had just become smug, suddenly froze. The feathers on his fancy clothes trembled three times, and his expression was one of astonishment and confusion.

But Klein reacted differently upon hearing this. He only paused for a moment before manipulating "the world" to reveal a sinister smile, his voice flat and hoarse as he said:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool,' you are fair and would never tolerate a lie. You surely know the contents of the diary better than I do. May I ask, is Mr. 'Fate' correct?"

This shameless guy didn't forget to flatter himself, leaving Ron, who was watching the commotion, completely dumbfounded.

Perched high at the head of the bronze table, the "Fool," who had been quietly observing everything, leaned back with an air of nonchalance, as if nothing mattered to him, or perhaps the events unfolding before him were not worth the attention of this serious deity.

Feeling the excited gazes of the Tarot Club members, Klein's lips twitched slightly.

Since Ron arrived, this Tarot gathering has become increasingly unserious. Amidst a flash of thought, "The Fool" chuckled in an unquestionable tone:

"right!"

This assertive tone, without the slightest hesitation, directly nailed Russell's character to the pillar of shame.

However, at this moment, Ron slightly raised his chin, feigning a pitiful expression, and said:

"Mr. 'Fool,' you're quite the ruthless one. If word gets out, how will Roselle ever face anyone?"

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Are you crazy?!

Hearing these extremely hypocritical words, Klein was so angry that his teeth itched, and he finally realized how wicked the Tarot Club was.

You're nothing but a shit-stirring stick!

Several months later, the successor of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" finally reached an agreement with "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

Ron Sothos = troublemaker.

Taking a deep breath, "The Fool" Klein tapped the table lightly and said calmly, as if nothing had happened:

"This is the Tarot Club, the farce ends here."

Anyway, it's Roselle who lost face, not me, "The Fool." And what does losing face for "The Fool" have to do with me, "The Transmigrator" Zhou Mingrui?

As the saying goes, fools are not unique—they have no shame.

Ron was still surprised by Klein's double standards, but the boy opened his mouth and then suddenly fell silent, giving up on provoking another conflict.

Upon hearing the host of the gathering give the order to maintain order, "Justice," "The Hanged Man," "The Magician," "The Moon," "The Sun," and "The Hermit" pretended not to have seen anything and looked around.

Eating melons is human nature, and even the composed "Hanged Man" is happy to listen to a few more words.

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Once again, Rosell casually smoothed his feathers, then sighed as if nothing had happened:

"By the way, where were we?"

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The Tarot Club was once again rendered speechless by this flamboyant emperor.

"Well, according to the customs of the Intis and the records of Emperor Roselle's deeds, even setting aside some embellishments, these seemingly unorthodox things really do seem like something he would do."

"Justice," Audrey pursed her lips and reminded him in a light voice:

"Mr. Emperor, it was Ms. Magician who brought up the matter of the Moon's authority earlier."

As soon as she finished speaking, remembering Ron's words, she couldn't suppress her curiosity and asked:

"So, you really went to the moon?"

"That's an alien planet! According to Mr. Ron, if we go any further, we might even encounter aliens!"

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You can't get through this, right?

Russell's breathing suddenly caught in his throat, and the words he was about to say were swallowed back down.

He dared not speak of matters concerning the ancient outer gods, after all, He was a newcomer. If He were to wipe out the organization that the villagers had worked so hard to build, His sin would be immense.

So He turned his head and looked at Ron, indicating that he would handle it.

(End of this chapter)