Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 10 Simple Common Sense

"Miss Hazel, it seems you haven't received any formal training in occultism?"

Looking at the semi-literate girl in front of me, she exuded...

A pure aura of stupidity emanated from him. Ron narrowed his eyes, realizing that things weren't so simple.

He didn't doubt that the Death Ghost's judgment was wrong, but the girl's situation was somewhat unexpected.

In his view, this failed thief might be a descendant of some secret family, or at the very least, he must have a powerful mentor from the same lineage.

Otherwise, how could she have happened to come into contact with them in such a short period of time?

"Huh? Mr. Ron, what do you mean by occult education?"

Although the man opposite her was a full head shorter than her, his dignified and superior demeanor made Hazel unconsciously lower her head and use the respectful language she would only use to address her elders.

"It's common sense about extraordinary people."

"An extraordinary being?"

"Yes, people like us are usually called Extraordinary, not Supernatural Abilities!"

"You must have become an Extraordinary by taking magical potions, right?"

"Yes...yes, Mr. Ron."

Hazel blushed slightly; this sense of defeat at the hands of others in terms of knowledge was something she had never experienced before.

"Do you know what the potion you took was called?"

"Mr. Ron, I know this is a thief!"

"Do you know how many extraordinary paths there are in total?"

"Well……"

Seeing the girl with dark green hair in front of him lower her head in embarrassment, Ron chuckled and continued to explain some common knowledge to her.

"A total of twenty-two!"

There are a total of twenty-two pathways that allow ordinary people to become extraordinary.

"Twenty-two articles!?"

Hazel exclaimed in surprise, seemingly not expecting there to be so many ways to become an extraordinary being. However, after her initial surprise, she noticed unfamiliar vocabulary in Ron's words.

"sequence?"

"Yes, the potion you took was from the Thief, who is located at Sequence Nine!"

Listening to Ron's explanation, Hazel felt a little disappointed because her teacher had never told her these common-sense facts.

The young woman pursed her lips, feeling that the gentleman in front of her was so knowledgeable. Before she could express her gratitude, she heard him continue speaking in a calm tone.

"Speaking of which, the reason you were stealing things on the street was to digest the magic potion, right?"

Digestive potion.

Another term she didn't know. Mr. Ron's questions, one after another, made her feel like an ignorant noblewoman, because she simply didn't understand or have ever heard of these common-sense terms.

Hazel opened her mouth, intending to say that her teacher had told her to do it, but then she changed her mind and gave up.

"The teacher said it's best not to reveal her existence to outsiders..."

The thought flashed through his mind, and the defeated thief revealed a smile that was clearly meant to conceal his embarrassment.

"I... I just wanted to train the abilities I gained through training, but I never expected to meet you, Mr. Ron..."

Heaven have mercy, the potion was drunk yesterday, and the person was captured today.

"Mr. Ron, I'd like to ask what you meant by 'digestion' earlier?"

"Hey, you don't even know this basic common sense?!"

Ron was slightly surprised, seemingly not expecting that this half-baked person wouldn't know the knowledge that the Dead Ghost could so easily find in the Spirit Realm.

How dare you drink the potion if you don't understand the art of acting? Isn't that common sense?!

Hazel's face flushed again. Ron's words made her feel like the frog in the well that Emperor Rosell had described, completely unaware of how vast the world truly was.

"Miss Hazel, you should be able to feel the negative effects of the potion, right?"

"And digestion, or rather role-playing, can effectively avoid these maddening, out-of-control tendencies."

"Mr. Ron, are you telling the truth!?"

The girl stared wide-eyed at the handsome young man before her, her brown eyes wide with surprise. Ever since she took the potion, she had been experiencing hallucinations, both visual and auditory. When she asked her teacher for advice, the only answer she received was to steal something.

She couldn't understand what necessary connection there was between the two.

"Of course, the key to potions is not mastering them but digesting them, not digging them out but playing them, and the name of the potion is the key to digestion."

"Simply put, the names of potions all refer to certain specific groups of people. As long as you act in accordance with their behavior, you can quickly digest the potion and avoid the risk of it going out of control!"

Ron's words enlightened Hazel, and she finally understood why her teacher had made her steal. However, there was still one thing she couldn't understand.

That's why knowledge that was common sense to Mr. Ron was never mentioned to her by her teacher.

Seeing your post reminded me of someone I used to know...

"Mr. Ron, was your old friend also a thief?"

"That's right!"

"Is he your good friend?"

"No, they're enemies!"

"..."

Hazel fell silent again, not understanding why Mr. Ron spoke of his enemy with such emotion.

"That man is cunning, shameless, and never honest; he always takes pleasure in fooling and deceiving others!"

"Want to know why he became like this?"

Why?

"Because he doesn't have my positive and optimistic attitude towards life!"

Celestial Venerable: "..."

"This is the most important point to remember about role-playing: you are just acting!"

Overjoyed at Ron's kind reminder, Hazel immediately rose and bowed to him.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Ron. Your reminder has solved a problem that has been bothering me for a long time."

"You are a kind, gentle, and knowledgeable gentleman."

Hazel's affection for the young man in front of her increased dramatically. Although this knowledge might be common sense to Ron, it was invaluable to her.

Although she had only known this young man for less than an hour, Hazel felt as if she had known him for a long time, like a childhood friend.

"Perhaps this is love at first sight, no, it's instant connection!"

A teenage girl's mind wanders.

As the handsome gentleman opposite her pushed up his gold-rimmed monocle, Hazel's tension and shame at being caught stealing gradually subsided.

Because joking or playing around with good friends is a very normal thing, and there is no need to feel any extra psychological burden.

"Mr. Ron!"

The girl pursed her lips slightly and greeted Ron warmly, as if she had some questions she wanted to ask.

"What's wrong, Miss Hazel? Is there a problem?"

"Mr. Ron, could you explain the sequence following the Thief's Path to me?"

"I'm incredibly curious about this; I want to know what kind of amazing abilities I'll be able to acquire in the future!"

"Of course, dear Miss Hazel, it is my honor to have this opportunity to introduce you."

Ron pushed up his monocle again, responding to the girl's curiosity with a bright smile.

"Hmm...where to begin? Since you're already a thief, let's start with Sequence Eight."

"Sequence eight of the Thief's Path is called the Fraudster."

"A con artist?! That doesn't sound like a good title!"

The girl in front of her gasped in surprise; this was completely different from what she had imagined.

(End of this chapter)