Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 59 Desperate and Deceptive

"No!!!!!!!"

"Roundball, you can't do this! Have you forgotten our brotherhood?"

"We are brothers who have gone through life and death together!!!"

"Roundball, don't be like that. Don't you like pretty pillars? Look at me, don't be so rigid about gender."

"I can become whatever you want! I can even use my authority to graft beautiful traits onto myself!"

"I can have children too!!!"

"Fatball, you're shameless! You've taken over someone else's puppet body, and you still want to do that kind of thing..."

Faced with the roar of the Celestial Venerable's will in his mind and that shameless statement that had no morals to the extreme, Ron ignored it and directly used a part of his will to suppress this shameless guy and the restless Primal.

Ron gave a cold snort, silently mocking the Celestial Venerable.

Although he didn't know what was going on, the Source Castle had summoned him.

This was a situation that none of the three of them had anticipated.

Faced with this situation, Ron could only sigh silently in his heart, "A fool is indeed a fool."

Perhaps there was some mistake in the ritual when he prayed to himself, which lowered his IQ?

……

几分钟前。

Above the gray fog, within a towering palace that resembles the dwelling place of a giant.

Mr. Fool was sitting ostentatiously at the head of the long bronze table.

He had just been using the prayer response to try and draw more power from the gray fog in order to complete different kinds of ritual magic.

However, judging from the current situation, he has suffered a shameful defeat.

Taking a deep breath and stretching, Mr. Fool decided to call it a day.

Before he could use his spirituality to envelop himself and simulate the feeling of falling, he suddenly saw a deep red star in front of him vibrate, and from within it came a name that sounded very familiar to him.

This is his honorific name!

He was also very familiar with the sound of chanting the name of the Venerable One.

That's Ron's voice!

Holy crap!

Mr. Fool was startled, cursed in his native tongue, and jumped up from the seat at the head of the long bronze table.

He never expected that the blond boy, who had been behaving himself all day, would cause him such a big commotion that evening.

After all, it's really scary, because his name was only recently designed, and the only people who know it are "Justice" and "The Hanged Man"!

In this situation, how did that somewhat mysterious blond boy know his name?

It couldn't have been him who leaked it, could it?

But how is that possible? He sets up a spiritual wall every time he enters the gray fog. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be possible!

"Calm down, Klein, you need to calm down..."

After silently reassuring himself for a few seconds, Klein Moretti decided to unleash his signature move.

That's divination!

However, he didn't have much hope for it, because he had already secretly divined Ron's origins.

But they couldn't get any results from the divination.

Mr. Fool understood this, because according to Dunn, Ron's background was rather complicated and likely involved a mid-to-high sequence extraordinary being.

It is perfectly reasonable for such an extraordinary person to give their child a powerful sealing artifact that counters divination, so that the child can escape the pursuit of their enemies.

However, Mr. Fool still had his own little trick: since he couldn't divine Ron's fate, he would divine the other side of the story.

"The time and place when my name was revealed."

Klein wrote this divination statement on the parchment, then closed his eyes, silently repeated it seven times, and entered the dream.

In the pitch-black dream, there seemed to be a gray mist swirling around him. As Klein's consciousness calmed down, he suddenly saw this scene.

That was him performing a prayer ritual, and looking at his clothes, Klein suddenly realized that it was him from just now.

Klein Moretti snapped out of his daze and stood there dumbfounded.

"No way! With the spiritual wall blocking the way, how did Ron hear it!?"

"Could the sealed artifact on his body possess abilities specific to this?!"

The gray fog space remained silent for a few seconds, as if it had fallen into eternity.

Mr. Fool, as was his habit, began to speculate. Only after finding evidence did his heart stop racing and return to calm.

Although he still had many questions about Ron, those questions were not ones he could answer right now.

Mr. Fool gazed at the beacon of prayer before him for a moment, then made up his mind.

He decided not to pull Ron up, because he didn't want to drag a small child into the dangerous world of extraordinary beings, even though Ron was already an extraordinary being.

"Children should act like children; the most important thing is for them to be happy every day!"

After muttering something to himself, Mr. Fool turned to leave the mysterious gray fog space.

But at that moment, he froze, suddenly remembering Ron's foul mouth.

Mr. Fool's pupils contracted slightly as he gradually realized the seriousness of the problem.

Ron already knows his name, and if he goes to the Night Watch outpost tomorrow and tells them this, things will get really interesting.

Mr. Fool will probably be caught on the spot and locked up in Charnis Gate for the rest of his life!

The foolish man died before he had even finished his business!

Mr. Fool suddenly lost all color, almost blending into the gray fog. He leaned heavily against the high-backed chair, and after a long while, he sighed resignedly.

Then, without further hesitation, he extended his spirituality toward the ever-shining crimson star.

A few seconds later, a short figure appeared in front of him.

Layers of gray fog enveloped the entire space, and a palace resembling the dwelling of a giant appeared before Ron's eyes.

"How did you learn my name?"

Suddenly, a calm and leisurely voice came from the head of the bronze table.

The voice was majestic and far-reaching, as if the current situation was already within his expectations.

Ron turned his head and saw the figure shrouded in gray mist, and saw the serious-looking Klein Moretti.

His eye twitched as he confirmed Klein's current state.

It was not contaminated by anything strange or unusual.

Ron unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his head, his eyes somewhat unfocused.

"I found out from a penniless wretch."

He didn't intend to stop the resurrection of the Dead by killing Klein Moretti, because that was simply impossible.

Even if we eliminate Klein, there might be Claire next time, or Clayt, and many other backup options. In this situation, letting Klein occupy the position without doing anything is undoubtedly a good strategy.

Poor bastard!?

Mr. Fool was somewhat surprised and didn't immediately see himself in the description. However, combining this with the previous divination, he quickly realized who the so-called "poor ghost" was referring to.

Poor my ass! My weekly wage is a full £4.60!

Besides, I paid for your cake, how dare you call me a poor wretch!?

Suppressing his indignation, Mr. Fool looked calmly at Ron at the head of the bronze table.

He didn't intend to let the blond boy in front of him know that Klein Moretti was the Fool, so he had to play the role of the god well.

As for whether Ron heard the incantations such as "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" when he broke through the spiritual wall with the seal, Klein didn't really care.

Because it's in Chinese, how could a local indigenous child possibly understand it?

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