Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 64 Qiuqiu is very unhappy

Ron had always had a question in his mind.

That's why most of the scattered authority of the dead and the primordial can be found in corresponding beings.

Aside from obtaining a Sequence One document from the bearded man, he couldn't find a single clue about his authority anywhere else.

Now, he has learned that his authority is most likely in the hands of that ancient sun god.

Information about this ancient sun god is extremely scarce in the spirit world.

Ron only knew that such a person existed and eventually perished, but no further information could be found, as if it had been deliberately concealed by someone.

"You bastard, it's a good thing you died young, otherwise..."

Ron hummed in his mind, expressing his opinion of this ancient sun god.

You seized the original authority and put the coffin lid on, which made Qiuqiu very happy. But you also took my things and hid them, which Qiuqiu dislikes very much!

Seeing the Hanged Man with dark blue hair looking at him, Ron composed himself, nodded to him, and indicated that he was satisfied with his answer.

Then the blond boy turned his head, his gaze sweeping over Mr. Fool who was eavesdropping, and looked at Audrey, who was listening in.

"Miss Justice, should I write this information down on paper, or should I just tell you it here?"

He mimicked the Hanged Man's words and asked the elegant blonde-haired, blue-eyed lady opposite him.

"I choose to say it directly here."

Justice Audrey replied with a hint of excitement and curiosity.

"Yes, the arbitrator is Sequence Nine, and the families occupying this path are the Augustus family of Rune and the Castile family of Feneport."

"However, the arbitrator's extraordinary abilities are also not very useful. Apart from giving you convincing charm, sufficient authority, and the ability to deal with unexpected combat situations, it doesn't offer much additional improvement."

Ron nodded and calmly shared some of his insights on this approach.

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Audrey was speechless for a moment, feeling that Mr. Fate seemed to have a certain misunderstanding of the word "useful".

"As for extraordinary beings who can penetrate walls or disable locks, they should be Sequence Nine of the Apprentice Path."

"Their extraordinary abilities come from the special nature of the spirit world; neither walls nor gates can prevent them from passing through."

If I had an apprentice potion recipe, I might choose it. The thought flashed through my mind, and Justice Audrey's emerald eyes seemed to brighten a little, because Ron's description and Fors's performance perfectly matched her fantasy of the extraordinary world.

"He also possesses an extraordinary ability to enhance finger dexterity, which suggests he is a Sequence Nine Thief."

"A thief!?"

Justice Audrey was somewhat surprised. She unconsciously snapped out of her spectator mode because she couldn't believe that Miss Hazel, who came from a good family and had extensive knowledge of the occult, was actually a "thief".

The term "thief" always made her think the worst.

"That's right, their extraordinary ability is to steal things without being detected."

"And your fingers will become more flexible."

Speaking of this, Ron recalled Hazel's proud self-introduction when they first met.

"I see. Thank you for your answer, Mr. Fate."

Seeing that Ron had stopped talking, Audrey elegantly pursed her lips and thanked him.

She first reviewed the knowledge Ron had shared in her mind, and then looked at the Hanged Man.

"Mr. Hanged Man, what do you want to know?"

"I want to know whether the King intends to retaliate against the Fussac Empire this year or before June next year and start a new war on the eastern coast of Bairan."

The Hanged Man didn't hesitate and directly stated his problem.

Since the first tarot reading was in Rune, and Miss Justice's accent had a touch of Backlund aristocratic cadence, Mr. Hanged Man thought this wouldn't be too difficult for her.

"No problem, but it will take enough time to confirm."

As the words of justice faded, the three-way deal was reached in the presence of Mr. Fool.

However, Mr. Fool, who was at the head of the bronze table, was clearly not thinking about this, because he noticed that Ron's behavior just now was a bit strange.

Klein raised his head with some suspicion, looking at Ron, who was shrouded in gray mist and slightly leaning on the bronze table.

The fortune teller did not forget the blond boy's background: he was being hunted down, came from the spirit world, and claimed to have amnesia.

But what you just did and said is called amnesia?

Besides, what amnesiac would be so skilled at card games?

You've forgotten where you came from, but you haven't forgotten how to play cards, right?

The Fool Klein finally discovered the blind spot. He felt that the blond boy's amnesia was pure nonsense and most likely a lie he told to cover up his own identity.

Mr. Fool's lips twitched. He chose not to pursue the matter. As Leonard said, everyone has secrets and special aspects. As long as they don't harm others, there's no need to dig deeper.

Above the gray fog, in the majestic temple, silence and stillness once again took over the dominant theme.

"Mr. Fool, if—and I mean if—I had the opportunity to join another organization, such as the Psychological Alchemy Society, would that be permissible?"

Just then, Audrey, who had reached a three-way deal, suddenly spoke up. In the quiet atmosphere, she felt she should say something.

Klein, shrouded in gray mist, remained leaning back and chuckled softly:

"No problem, my only request is that the existence of the Tarot Club not be revealed."

"Furthermore, becoming a member of other organizations will definitely lead to promotions as you can exchange intelligence and materials."

After saying this, Klein fell silent, because he realized that the party he had organized was somewhat complicated.

Could it be that the Tarot Club I organized is the legendary "treasonous gathering"? Klein fell into deep thought.

"I understand, Mr. Fool!" Justice Audrey replied cheerfully, but she quickly thought of something else and asked Mr. Fool again.

"Dear Mr. Fool, if I find a suitable gentleman or lady for a Tarot club, may I guide them to join, and if so, how?"

She thought of Fors, Hugh Deercha, and Miss Hazel, who had given her much help in her knowledge of the occult and was suspected to be an extraordinary being.

"Mr. Fool, what are the criteria for adding new members to our gathering? How are they determined?"

Alger, the Hanged Man, who had been listening in, also asked a question at the opportune moment.

Ron, however, looked at Mr. Fool with sparkling eyes. If more people came up, he wouldn't mind sharing this good news with Dead Ghost.

Fool Klein fell silent for a moment upon hearing the members' questions, his mind replaying the scare Ron had given him that night.

The atmosphere above the Source Castle fell silent once again.

Just as Audrey the Righteous and Alger the Hanged Man showed some unease, Klein spoke up directly:

"If you think it's suitable, you can tell me here, and I will decide whether to let them join. Before that, you cannot make any suggestive moves, as that would lead to the secrets of the Tarot Club being revealed. You must remember this, for non-members..."

Mr. Fool paused, then spoke in a deep voice:

"My name shall not be uttered without my permission."

(End of this chapter)