Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 558 Boss Ron is so much fun!

Hidden beneath the gray fog, Russell Gustav stroked his finely trimmed mustache and said in a deep voice:

"There's a strange contamination beneath Trier's grounds, and the danger level is extremely high!"

"Chicken out?" Ron asked nonchalantly.

What a coward!

"That's what you call a true man who can bend and stretch!"

Upon hearing this infuriating taunt, Rosell Gustave's lips twitched.

"As expected of you, Roselle, even your cowardice sounds so plausible. That's what you call professional."

Seeing his fellow countryman act so shamelessly, "The Fool" Klein thought to himself with disdain.

However, he didn't interrupt. Instead, he manipulated the dummy "world" to say in a sarcastic tone:

"Mr. 'Emperor,' have you been unable to resolve this hidden danger in Trier for so many years?"

The knife used to stab a fellow villager must be swift yet flexible.

Rosell paused for a moment, then realized what was happening, her teeth practically grinding to powder.

Klein's words, ostensibly concerned, were actually a veiled mockery of Rosell's cowardly heroism.

These two have unknowingly become entangled, and backstabbing and mocking each other has become commonplace.

If it were still the previous era, they would probably have argued fiercely over the title of "godfather".

Rosell glanced disdainfully at Mr. Fool's alternate account, shook his feathers, and said with a look of disgust:

"Bah, you lackey!"

He didn't give Klein a chance to continue speaking, and quickly said to Ron:

"Just tell me, are you going to help or not? Everyone says to turn to the organization when you're in trouble, you're not going to abandon me, are you?!"

Ron pondered for a moment, then said with a simple look in his eyes:

As Emperor Russell said, "If there are difficulties, face them head-on; if there are no difficulties, create them and overcome them!"

"You...you're not impotent, are you?"

"If you have any difficulties, you can just tell everyone."

Ron patted Russell on the shoulder, offering his words of comfort with a serious expression, as if he were afraid that the guy had suffered some injustice.

you! ! !

Damn it, did those two bastards find out about the person in the mirror and see the female version of me?!

The thought of social death exploded in his mind, and his sharp, knife-like gaze fell on the composed Ron.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the "Fool" deep in the gray fog. "Emperor" Rosell stared for a long time but couldn't discern the slightest clue.

The person in the mirror is a strange creation. If a reconciliation can be reached in a normal way, Huang Tao wouldn't mind experiencing his own fate.

Perhaps because He knows Him too well, no matter what He does, the female figure in the mirror, modeled after Him, is unwilling to pay attention to Him and even keeps opposing Him.

This is quite awkward. If this problem cannot be solved, the work cannot be pushed forward, and if the mission is not carried out well, Ron Sothos might have to devour Him alive at a certain time.

How can this be good?

For a time, even someone as capable as Rosell couldn't come up with a good solution.

"You're just going to stand by and watch me struggle with this?!"

Upon hearing this, Ron shook his head, his eyes full of amusement and anticipation.

At first, he didn't know what had happened to Rosell, but based on some later information and through the instinctive connection of the "City of Calamity," Ron realized his father's predicament.

It wasn't that Rosell couldn't solve the problem, but rather that He was too embarrassed to ask someone else to solve it.

I doubt anyone could accept a effeminate version of themselves.

As for Klein, he was merely a sycophant.

Although he didn't know what had happened, he knew that following Ron and bullying others was perfectly acceptable.

After thinking it over, Klein shifted his position, which was hidden behind the gray mist, and gently tapped the edge of the bronze table.

Knock, knock, knock.

This privilege reserved solely for Mr. "The Fool" immediately drew everyone's attention, and Klein calmly spoke:

"Don't waste time."

As the saying goes, "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black." After being around Ron for so long, even Klein, an honest man, has become tainted with cunning.

Although Mr. Fool's words are concise, the main idea is to speak quickly and get to the point.

You bastard, you weren't like this before!

Russell was stunned, feeling a mix of emotions, and he was speechless at the thought of his fellow countrymen.

However, Ron wouldn't let him off the hook. The boy looked around and slightly raised his chin, saying:

"I've long heard that Trier in the Quaternary period is located underground in present-day Trier, where a strange phenomenon occurs: the mirror image."

"The birth of the Mirror Man is inextricably linked to the Primordial Witch, and to a large extent, it holds extremely special significance for both the 'Witch' and the 'Hunter'."

The person in the mirror?

"Justice," "The Hanged Man," "The Magician," "The Hermit," and others turned their attention back to Ron, quietly awaiting the omniscient man's answer.

The blond boy did not disappoint everyone's expectations, and looked seriously at the glaring, mustachioed Russell, saying:

"And you, my friend, the person in your mirror isn't a woman, is she? Surely not? Surely not?"

A person in the mirror!? A woman!?

This novel viewpoint and bold conjecture immediately caused the noblewoman's eyes to widen slightly.

Even though Audrey felt she was much more mature than before, she was still intrigued by the strange phenomena from the mysterious world.

In particular, this matter also involves the legendary Emperor Roselle.

"No, He is no longer a legend. Emperor Roselle is sitting right in front of me, but why do I have this feeling that my imagination has been shattered?"

Her emerald-green eyes, as green as gemstones, secretly swept over "The Fool," "Fate," and "The Emperor," and Audrey gave a barely perceptible twitch at the corner of her mouth.

For some reason, she always felt that these three important figures, when put together, were as childish as toddlers who had just learned to walk.

'Perhaps this is the key to maintaining one's individuality at the divine level? Or perhaps it's a matter of two negatives making a positive in mathematics? But the person in the mirror is truly amazing; such a thing actually exists. What would a female Roselle look like? Wearing a short skirt? With exquisite makeup?'

The noblewoman shuddered at the thought; the scene was too horrible, and even the audience couldn't help but feel a chill.

If Ron wore a dress, he could be described as a beautiful flower set off by green leaves, but Russell...

"Mr. Fate, is this true? Does everyone have a counterpart in the mirror image? Could they then step out and replace us?"

For example, a prince falls in love with a noblewoman, but on their wedding night, he suddenly discovers that his wife's dominant hand has become her left hand.

Unlike Audrey's fantasy of a mysterious world, the writer, upholding her professional ethics, imagined a horror story with a wildly imaginative mind.

Upon hearing this question, Ron chuckled and smiled slightly:

"That's a specialty of Trier, it can't be sold all over the world. If the differences aren't too great, it can definitely replace the original owner."

"But that's not the important thing right now. What's important is how to help our fellow members of the Tarot Club!"

"We can't stand idly by while our companions are in trouble, and since Mr. 'Emperor' is in a predicament, perhaps you could offer him some advice?"

After saying this in a grand and dignified manner, he turned to Russell and said:

"I know you're embarrassed to say it, but that's okay, I'll help you overcome this difficulty!"

I overcame Nima's difficulties, is this the difficulty I need to overcome!?

You're shameless!

Russell's back molars were almost broken, and he was about to retort when he heard the boy speak first:

"Hey, I have an idea!"

"Roselle, I remember you have a good relationship with most of the ladies. I have a bottle of deadly poison here. If you can lure your female mirror image into bed, at the crucial moment..."

"cough!"

Upon hearing this, "The Fool" Klein, who was sitting at the very top of the gray fog, quickly coughed.

Shut up! This is getting more and more outrageous!

The Tarot is for you to say this!?

Why didn't you talk to me privately so I could review it?

Klein realized he had been far too careless today, letting his guard down around the little kid.

And they even believe Ron won't cause trouble? How is that possible?!

The blond boy pursed his lips and gave up on continuing to fool the poor "Fool".

His expression remained unchanged, but his tone became unusually serious as he spoke to Rosell:

"You guys are so boring, there's no fun in it at all."

"I will take care of your problem."

As he spoke, Ron pulled a bright, brand-new mirror from his pocket and continued:

"The power of the person in the mirror comes from the City of Calamity, and this mirror bears its mark. You can activate a portion of the City of Calamity's authority to seal the person in the mirror inside."

Rosell paused, feeling a strong sense of déjà vu for some reason.

"If I call your name, will you dare to answer?"

?

What strange things are you saying now?

The blond boy paused, looking at Rosell as if she were an idiot.

"If this mirror really has that ability, wouldn't calling your own name suck you in too?!"

No, you don't understand at all...

Rosell pursed her lips and muttered something to herself, then put away the mirror and sat down without making any further comments.

Although he was very confident that he could get a solution from Ron, when he actually succeeded, he felt a feeling worse than eating shit.

With that topic concluded, the Tarot session came to an end.

After exchanging knowledge in the field of occultism, this tarot reading will come to a complete end.

As one figure after another disappeared, Ron's posture on the bronze chair became increasingly unrestrained.

When only he and Klein remained in the vast gray fog space, the boy casually propped his legs up on the bronze table.

Seeing Ron, who treated him like family, Klein was speechless for a moment. The question he wanted to ask lingered in his mouth but then went back to his stomach.

"Ron, are you alright!?"

He rushed to the boy's side, groping the blond boy's body haphazardly with his hands, as if afraid that Ron was now a disabled person missing an arm or a leg.

"Why didn't you tell me about something this important?!"

Klein asked in a somewhat forceful tone.

If the main body is asleep, how much better can the clone be?

Mr. Fool was still Mr. Fool after all. His true vision from the Source Castle allowed him to see the boy's weakness.

"Don't touch me, take your hand off!"

The blond boy irritably shook off Klein's hand, then gently comforted him:

"Hmph, the emperor isn't worried, but the eunuch is. It's like you think you can solve the problem!"

Fuck you!

Upon hearing this, Klein's face darkened, and he resisted the urge to slap the brat across the face.

After a long silence, seeing Klein staring intently at him, the boy lowered his head dejectedly.

His little face was full of grievance, and he said in a slightly sad tone:

"Klein, I'm dying..."

How could this be!?

So sudden!?

Klein Moretti was shocked. His first thought was that Ron, that bastard, was lying to him.

However, the kind-hearted cult leader looked again and again and found that the blond boy's emotions did not seem fake. Considering Ron's posture of giving his last words before leaving and his behavior of bringing Rosell back to join the Tarot Club, Klein had to come to a terrible guess.

"Ron, you..."

"The Fool," Klein's voice choked, his eyes slightly red. He took a deep breath, clinging to his last glimmer of hope, and tentatively asked:

"Ron, can you leave me your entire estate?"

In the past, if Klein had said that, the blond boy would have been furious and would have definitely punched him in the head.

This time, however, the blond boy just pursed his lips in grievance, and finally nodded silently without saying anything.

Holy crap, can it really be true?!

A thunderclap seemed to explode in his mind. Klein opened his mouth in confusion, wishing he could slap himself.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and placed his palm on Ron's shoulder, instantly making the atmosphere above the gray fog extremely heavy.

"Ron, is there anything you want me to do?" After a few minutes of silence, Klein asked gently.

Upon hearing this, the boy nodded silently, his voice hoarse and low.

"I want to see you juggle, just like the first time you did in my church."

After saying that, he added, "There must be wheelbarrows."

?

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Klein almost choked on his breath at this outrageous request. He looked at Ron in astonishment, feeling as if his brain wasn't quite up to the task.

"Klein, you really are looking down on me. It's because I'm always playing pranks and getting disliked."

"No, Ron, let me explain."

"I won't listen! I won't listen! I won't listen!"

The blond boy shook his head, pretending to be strong as he wiped away his tears, while desperately trying to suppress the ever-growing corners of his mouth.

"Unless you bring this with you!"

Suddenly, Ron pulled a red nose out of his pocket and shoved it into Klein's face.

Where did you get this from?!

Klein was taken aback, then looked at the boy whose eyebrows were relaxed and whose eyes were full of expectation and nostalgia. He gritted his teeth, took the red nose and put it on his own nose.

Upon seeing this, the handsome young man immediately broke into a very kind smile. His eyes widened, and he pointed to the wheelbarrow on the bronze table, calling out:

"Klein, this is my last wish."

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"I'm very grateful that you chose me as your last wish, but I didn't want it to be this way at all."

Hesitating and hesitating, Mr. Fool felt that something was wrong, but no matter how hard he racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with Ron.

He stared blankly around at the gray fog, wondering if there was something dirty inside.

Without much thought, Klein finally mounted the unicycle on the "Source Castle," sporting a red nose and white gloves, and tossed three daggers through the air.

"Pfft."

In the dim light, the clown in the juggling act suddenly heard a laugh. He quickly looked at Ron, only to find that the boy was just watching quietly, without the slightest hint of a smile on his lips.

Klein withdrew his gaze and refocused his attention on the dagger in his hand, but in the next second...

"Pfft."

Another sneer rang out, and Klein, who was juggling, immediately turned his gaze to Ron, staring intently at the illusory, faceless, pale mask in his hand with the symbol of "Fool" engraved on its forehead.

You definitely laughed just now!?

Looking at Klein Moretti's foolish yet wise eyes, the blond boy desperately suppressed the corners of his mouth. Given his current connection with the "Lord of Mysteries," it wasn't strange that he could acquire some extraordinary abilities through the "Diviner" pathway.

However, pirated versions are never as good as the originals. Seeing the usually shrewd Klein make such a foolish face, even Ron, with his Joker-like extraordinary abilities, couldn't hold back anymore.

The next moment, he suddenly threw away the mask in his hand, slammed his right hand on the bronze table, and laughed until tears almost came out.

"Hahahaha, Klein, hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha, you're so clever!"

"Hahaha. You actually believed that? You believed me before I even really did anything to fool you?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The piercing laughter, like the whistle of a steam train, instantly shattered the clear folly in Klein's eyes.

No, something's not right!!!

How could I believe such an obvious lie without missing a single detail?!

He was stunned for a moment, his brown pupils widened suddenly, and then he finally realized what was happening.

At this moment, the scene on "Source Castle" was incredibly comical. Mr. Fool stood there like a clown, sometimes frowning, sometimes moving his lips, as if he were pondering some world-class problem.

Click!

The sound of a camera shutter entered his brain through his ears, startling Klein awake. His incredulous face turned red with anger.

"You dare take pictures? Delete them right now!!!"

"Ron Sothos, I'm going to kill you!!!"

"From today onwards, you are expelled from the Tarot Club!!!"

The Tarot Club truly lives up to its reputation as a major pest.

(End of this chapter)