Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 97 Ron: Klein, are you going to bother us?

Mrs. Sharon leaned forward slightly, her graceful figure carrying the faint scent of her perfume.

The alluring sweetness seemed to possess a magical power, causing the fortune teller's cheeks to flush slightly as he smelled it, and images that he couldn't let little Ron know flashed through his mind.

Faced with this very beautiful lady, Klein Moretti thought for a moment, but in the end he did not refuse her invitation and agreed to bring the blond boy to her ball.

"I'll have someone deliver the ball invitation to your company, Mr. Moretti. Remember not to be late!"

Seeing that her extraordinary abilities had come into play, Sharon Hoy smiled broadly and then winked at Klein in a playful manner.

Then she stood up and brushed past the young historian, the scent of her perfume wafting through the air once more, successfully conjuring up inappropriate images for children in the mind of the two-times-single "Mr. Fool".

"Klein, let's go back. I need to share the good news that the rich lady has taken a liking to you with Benson and Melissa!"

"Maybe you'll never have to go to work again!"

Before Klein could fully recover, Ron's sudden remark snapped him back to reality.

What do you mean by "take a fancy to"?! It's as if you're implying I'm doing some kind of shady profession!

"Ms. Sharon valued my talent more than anything else!"

The fortune teller mentally cursed a couple of times before shamelessly spouting nonsense.

He rubbed his temples and carefully reviewed everything that had just happened.

Klein had a clear understanding of his own abilities, and he himself didn't believe such nonsense as appreciating his talent.

The aura and color of Mrs. Sharon, which are different from her outward appearance, also illustrate this point.

It's less about "appreciating" him and more about "appreciating" the troubled teenager next to him.

At least this way it's somewhat convincing, since Ron's appearance is indeed top-notch.

Klein glanced at the handsome boy eating a small cake with a strange expression, while his mind conjured up 108 ways to use Ron.

"Hey! I have a feeling you're thinking about some really dirty things!"

Perhaps sensing Klein's strange thoughts, the blond boy kicked him in annoyance, bringing the fortune teller's thoughts back to normal.

"Um, Ron, what do you think of that lady from earlier?"

Klein awkwardly spoke up, trying to divert the blond boy's attention.

"I think she must be blind. After all, why would a normal person go up to you and admire a poor wretch like you?!"

The truth, devoid of lies, is always cold and unforgiving, causing Klein Moretti to grind his back teeth.

The young night watchman's mind raced, and a plan suddenly came to him: he would go above the gray fog to confirm some things.

"Ron, you sit here quietly, I'm going to the restroom."

Looking around at the not-so-quiet environment, Klein whispered something to Ron, then got up and wanted to go to a quiet, secluded place.

"Klein, you... I have some toilet paper in my pocket, do you need it?"

However, before the young night watchman could leave the small round table, the blond boy secretly tugged at his sleeve.

Klein Moretti's face darkened instantly, and he nearly fainted from a spike in blood pressure.

"Ron, I just went to the restroom normally, I wasn't going to do anything weird!"

He pressed his hands on the blond boy's shoulders, shook the boy's body, and stared wide-eyed as he tried to defend his innocence.

If this matter isn't explained clearly, it will definitely spread throughout the entire Night Watch squad tomorrow or the day after.

By then, his reputation will be beyond saving!

"Klein, what strange things can you do in the bathroom?"

But the blond boy looked at him with an innocent and naive expression, his golden eyes completely clear, which made Klein's words catch in his throat.

This is not his fault, because the influence of Mrs. Sharon still lingers, and young historians' thoughts always tend to wander in the wrong direction.

Klein's face twisted in disbelief. He took the toilet paper with a guilty conscience and walked towards the bathroom without looking back.

ten minutes later……

Mr. Fool, having completed his divination above the gray fog, returned expressionlessly to the round table laden with desserts.

Just now, in the washroom, he divined the same thing both outside and above the gray fog.

That is, whether one has been influenced by extraordinary abilities.

The citrine pendant appears to rotate counter-clockwise from the outside, but the answer given above the gray fog is clockwise.

This indicates affirmation.

This means that Ms. Sharon is an extraordinary being, a superhuman being who is quite skilled at disguise and counter-divination!

Is it a coincidence?

Klein was startled and immediately suspected the prime suspect.

However, he had no way to confirm it further and could only speculate based on what he had observed.

The fact that an extraordinary person would invite him to the ball he was hosting says something in itself.

"This matter must be reported to the captain, and the night watch team must go to her house to check her gas meter!"

Klein Moretti made up his mind, completely forgetting the romantic image of himself and the mature woman that had just crossed his mind.

If this incident was indeed influenced by coincidence, then reporting it to the Night Watch team would undoubtedly ensure maximum safety.

It was afternoon.

Moretti's house.

Klein didn't go to report to Dunn first because there wasn't enough time.

Since the Tarot meeting is at 3 p.m. every Monday, and as the great Fool, Klein naturally cannot be late.

However, this guy was also quite cautious. He took Ron home at 2 o'clock, and then left the house under the pretext of not finishing his work. No one knows where he hid in the bathroom in Tingen City.

It is now 2:59 PM.

"You freak, I'm going in~"

A childish and cheeky voice rang out, echoing in the empty house.

The sound echoed through the air in layers, as if thousands of people were speaking at the same time.

"Get out of here, you bastard!"

Hearing Ron's despicable words and sensing the despicable methods he used, the Celestial Venerable's will, unable to bear it any longer, roared in anger.

He simply couldn't understand what kind of person would always do such things and derive pleasure from them.

brute!

You beast!!!

A deep red light descended silently, obscuring the blond boy's entire vision.

Ron used most of his will to suppress the restless Celestial Venerable and Primal Will within him.

And he himself, once again, ascended the Source Castle in the rage of the Deathly Ghost's impotence.

(End of this chapter)