Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 104 Pales: (Laughs)

"To please me?"

Ron immediately perked up at the mention of this.

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but finally he fixed his gaze on the witch before him and gave a soft snort:

"Hmph, how can you possibly please me?"

"Your Highness... I can follow in your footsteps and serve by your side. I will do anything you ask..."

The witch adopted a shy demeanor, her tone incredibly soft and suggestive, leaving much to the imagination.

Stop with your hypocritical act!

The blond youth didn't indulge the beautiful lady; he directly warned her, then changed the subject, looking at Aria, whose face had turned pale again, and said:

"I do have something for you to do, but it depends on how you perform..."

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"This should be it..."

Leonard had already reached the third floor and was outside Mrs. Sharon's bedroom.

He took a thin wire from his pocket, slipped it through the crack in the door, and easily opened the locked door.

After carefully scanning his surroundings and finding nothing amiss, the experienced night watchman slipped through the crack in the door.

"Ugh, what's that smell?!"

As soon as he entered, a captivating fragrance filled Leonard's nostrils, making the equally single midnight poet feel uncomfortable.

"Kid, watch your step. Judging from the current situation, that Mrs. Sharon should be a Sequence Six witch!"

Sensing Leonard's frustrated expression, Palles' voice suddenly rang out, offering a timely reminder.

"Sequence Six!? Old man, how did you figure that out?"

The poet with black hair and blue eyes adjusted his breathing, tilted his head slightly, and asked in a low voice with some surprise.

"Ha, do you even need to look at that?!"

"The Sequence Six of the Witch Path is called 'Pleasure,' and they are also known as Pleasure Witches!"

"And you accidentally broke a few spider webs when you came in; that's another extraordinary ability of the Witch of Pleasure!"

"So, your colleague is really something, tsk tsk tsk..."

Palez Zoroaster shared his observations without reservation, cheerfully explaining everything he had learned to his poet classmate the "common sense" of the extraordinary world.

"It seems Klein's talent is clearly superior to mine..."

Upon hearing this reply, Leonard Mitchell sighed with a strange expression.

The crimson moonlight shone through the balcony window, making the bedroom very dark, with no other light source.

However, such an environment could not defeat the loyal guardian of the goddess of night.

The midnight poet scanned his surroundings through the darkness and saw the messy bed and various stockings and suspenders scattered on the floor.

The experienced night watchman's skillful movements and excellent technique provided him with great help.

He carefully bypassed the strange objects and began searching the room.

There's nothing here...

"Old man, have you discovered anything?"

In the end, having gained nothing, he sought help from the old man.

"Kid, I'm not a machine that answers wishes!"

This Sequence One, who has survived since the Quaternary Period, is a bit agitated. While a low IQ in the host might mean they're easily fooled, if the IQ is too low, then... well, that's a different story.

Like this night watchman in front of him, ever since he parasitized his body, he has been constantly questioned and treated like a tool, and this kid himself also does some stupid things from time to time.

"Luckily, he came through the darkness, and I had no intention of taking over his body, otherwise my IQ might have dropped..."

Palez Zoroaster curled his lip in disdain.

"Heh, old man, you wouldn't be saying this on purpose because you didn't find anything, would you?!"

Leonard was not discouraged by the rejection. Instead, he curled up the corners of his mouth and retorted as usual.

"Hmph, kid, honestly, it's a real shame you chose the nighttime route!"

"The most valuable item in this room is right behind you, inside the wall behind you!"

"And are you brain-dead? Why didn't you look for any hidden spaces in this room? You would secretly hide your own poetry collection, let alone those members of secret organizations!?"

Palles felt provoked, as if he had seen a guy who had died with great satisfaction resurrected in Leonard.

The old man first smirked, then, without hesitation, immediately retorted with a sarcastic remark that had the flavor of the Red Angels, silencing the smug Leonard.

"I just didn't want to be admired..."

Muttering something under his breath, the veteran night watchman nimbly turned around and went to the location Pales had indicated. He removed the cover and discovered the safe hidden inside.

Thanks to the old thief's guidance, the rather complicated safe didn't serve much purpose and Leonard quickly pried open the lock, revealing its contents.

Gold and jewelry came into view, but they did not attract the slightest attention from the gentleman with a poetic temperament.

Learning from his previous experience, he began searching for hidden compartments inside the safe and soon discovered the unusual place.

With a "creak," the metal plate of the interlayer was pulled open, and Leonard's eyelids twitched at what was inside.

"Kid, don't touch it! That's a statue of the Primordial Witch!"

Palez Zoroaster gave him a timely warning to prevent this dim-witted fellow from doing anything foolish.

"Hey, old man, I'm not that stupid!"

Leonard blushed, suppressed his right hand which had just started to move, and stubbornly retorted.

"We have enough evidence now. Go report to your captain immediately!"

Pallas Zoroaster, as if he had already seen through something, chuckled disdainfully to himself and urged Leonard on.

"it is good"

The poet nodded in agreement and was about to leave when his gaze suddenly fell upon the photograph next to the statue.

The photo shows a young man with delicate features and a simple, innocent look.

Mrs. Sharon's former lover?

"I never would have guessed that even a witch could have such a profound and unforgettable love story."

Upon witnessing this scene, the poet Leonard couldn't help but imagine a multitude of thoughts. He immediately exclaimed in admiration, and if the occasion hadn't been inappropriate, he would have composed a poem to express the inexplicable feelings deep within his heart.

"Hahaha, kid, you're overthinking it. Mrs. Sharon is a witch!"

"Old man, that's wrong of you. What's wrong with being a witch? According to the church's teachings and Rune's laws, you're discriminating against women!"

Upon seeing this, Leonard immediately adopted a serious demeanor and began to lecture the old man with outdated ideas inside him.

"You don't know anything!"

"The man in that photo is Mrs. Sharon!"

"That's what he looked like before he drank the Sequence Seven 'Witch' potion!"

"Hahaha, this is hilarious! How come your colleague went out for a stroll and got targeted by this guy?"

"What a stroke of luck!"

Hahahaha

Happy New Year!

The author wishes all friends a Happy New Year.

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(End of this chapter)