Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 105 What?! You've taken a liking to her?

"Old man, that Mrs. Sharon was actually a man in disguise!?"

Leonard exclaimed in disbelief.

He stared wide-eyed at the black and white photograph, then quickly turned his head to look at the handsome man in it.

"Yes, that's right~ Otherwise, why do you think the higher-ups in the Witch Cult are all women?"

Palez Zoroaster affirmed the question raised by the night watchman about his "low IQ".

Leonard Mitchell's face turned green instantly. He smelled the faint, blood-draining fragrance in the air, looked at the messy, water-stained sheets, and examined the stockings on the floor stained with a suspicious white liquid. Suddenly, he felt nauseous.

The poet held his breath, exhaling in small sips, as if there was something disgusting in the bedroom.

"Wait, old man, you just said that Mrs. Sharon is a Sequence Six, and her potion is called the Pleasure Witch!?"

"What if the other party digests the magic potion?"

Leonard's words caught in his throat. At that moment, his intelligence regained its advantage, and having learned about the "acting method," he finally realized that something was wrong.

"Hahaha, that's right, just like you thought. That lucky kid might have already been pushed into bed by that witch."

"So you should hurry up and report to your captain and rescue him. If this goes on for too long, his prostate might get damaged, hahaha."

The archangel of sequence one could no longer suppress his laughter. This amusement had greatly improved his mental state, even more so than his banter with Leonard.

Leonard fell silent for a moment, unsure whether to be grateful for his own luck or pity Klein's misfortune.

Without thinking for too long, the midnight poet quietly moved, repositioned the safe and its concealment, and left the uncomfortable bedroom.

He needed to leave first to report the intelligence the captain had gathered so that more men could be called to rescue the poor young historian.

"And the old man just said I tore off a few spider webs. That must be Sharon's—no, that witch's—defense measures need to be strengthened!"

With his mind racing, Leonard finalized his next move and, without hesitation, quickly went downstairs, pretending to stroll in the garden before leaving.

To his relief, however, the fortune teller did not seem to be harmed by the witch and was dutifully holding her back.

"Hang in there, Klein! Wait for the captain and me to come rescue you!"

Leonard silently offered the other person emotional support.

Zotland Street.

Blackthorn Security Company.

The midnight poet slammed open the captain's office door, startling Dunn Smith, who was up all night reviewing documents.

"Captain, something terrible has happened! Klein has been captured by the witch!"

He was panting heavily, his once-proper formal attire now somewhat disheveled, as he shouted out the most important intelligence.

"Captain, Sharon Hoy is a member of the Witch Cult. I found a statue of the Primal Witch in her bedroom. She... she seems to have taken a liking to Klein and wants to sleep with him!"

Before the bewildered Dunn could even ask any questions, Leonard rattled off the information he had been carefully considering.

He did not reveal information such as "the Witch of Pleasure" because that was not information that could be obtained through a single home invasion investigation.

Anyway, if you've set your sights on someone, wanting to sleep with them and having sex are essentially the same thing; just express it.

As for the fortune teller's reputation, now is not the time to consider that.

"You've got your eye on her?! You want to sleep with her???"

Dunn Smith gasped in astonishment; this turn of events was something he had never expected.

When Leonard rushed in and shouted his first words, Dunn thought that their exposure had led to Klein being taken hostage.

But I didn't expect that.

The old captain of the night watch clicked his tongue, and it took him several seconds to realize the terrible situation his team members were in.

"Perhaps it's not so bad; at least there's no danger to life."

Dunn's thoughts flashed, and his gray eyes looked at Leonard in front of him.

"Leonard, go and get Cohen Lee. Retrieve a Level 2 sealed artifact from behind the Charnis Gate. Klein is in grave danger; we must rescue him as soon as possible."

"Okay, Captain, I suggest choosing the 2-105 Blood Vein Thief as the sealing artifact. As a woman, and given her high social standing, Mrs. Sharon is likely a high-ranking member of the Witch Cult."

"I believe we must make the necessary preparations!"

Reminded by Palles Zoroaster, Leonard proactively suggested to the captain that he would not underestimate a Sequence Six Extraordinary.

"Okay, what you said is fine. We'll do it your way. We'll submit the application report later."

Dunn nodded emphatically, agreeing with his team's guess, then stood up to make the necessary preparations for the operation.

"What? You've got your eye on her?!"

In the night watchman's lounge, several sleepless people playing cards exclaimed in surprise, having learned of the fortune teller's unfortunate ordeal.

Leonard's lips twitched, and he felt a little regretful, because he felt that it wasn't a good idea to tell Cohen about the mission in front of everyone.

However, there's no time to worry about that now, given the urgency of the situation. Hopefully, Klein can understand his good intentions.

Less than ten minutes later, a carriage drove out from near the security company. It was very fast and headed straight for Halls Street, heading straight for Baron Hoy's villa.

"Moretti, you know a lot. I'd like to talk to you alone after the ball."

Seeing that the woman beside him had already begun to make her intentions clear, and was just short of saying something more direct like "I want to sleep with you," Klein unconsciously shifted his buttocks slightly to the side.

"Madam, you're joking. You should rest properly when you're resting. You should save your history studies for when you're full of energy."

"Oh, really? If you're tired, we can study together in bed and explore those mysterious and profound things~"

Suddenly, Klein felt a weight on his arm, as if something soft was pressing down on it, and Mrs. Sharon's words, carrying wisps of warmth, gently rang in his ears.

Klein glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw that the woman who was already pressed against him had a flushed face, her mouth slightly open, and she was constantly exhaling hot breath.

Her eyes were filled with an intense desire that caused Mrs. Sharon's face to twitch slightly, as if she were enduring the pain of unrequited love.

"Damn it!"

Klein cursed under his breath upon seeing this, even though he had been meditating, he was still somewhat unable to resist its terrifying allure.

He reached out with his right hand, trying to grab the blond boy beside him and use him as a shield to block the insatiable lady.

But when his arm swept across, it touched nothing.

The fortune teller's heart sank. He turned to look and saw that Ron, who had been eating a small cake beside him, was nowhere to be seen.

"Madam, please excuse me, I need to go to the restroom first."

Seeing that the kid was unreliable, Klein could only force a laugh and use his usual excuse to buy time.

"Klein~ Why go through all this trouble? I can solve it for you right here~ Just take off your coat and cover yourself up, and no one will care~"

Mrs. Sharon snuggled closer to Klein and whispered those words clearly in his ear.

(End of this chapter)