Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 126 The Twilight Hermit Society, Second Playthrough

Sunday.

August 15th.

This is a special day.

Although Ron had attended various gatherings over the past month, this one, held in the vast ocean of the collective unconscious, was the one he valued most.

There was no other reason than that the members were knowledgeable and eloquent, and they all had their own channels and influence.

Just like last time, he made a considerable profit from just two members' transactions, which is enough to demonstrate the value of this gathering.

As for the Tarot Club, the two Sequence Nines and one Sequence Seven left Ron with little interest. If it weren't for being above Source Castle, if it weren't for the weekly "humiliation" of the Dead Ghost, and if it weren't for Miss Justice's greetings that made him happy, he wouldn't have attended such a pointless gathering.

The midday sun shone through the window into the night watchman's lounge, where the blond boy who had monopolized the space and tormented Mr. Fool all night sat upright in his chair, waiting for the party to begin.

Just then, a "click" sound came from the outside, and the tightly closed door was pushed open. Mr. Fool walked in looking sleepy.

Looking at Klein Moretti, who looked completely drained, Ron suddenly chuckled.

"Klein, did you go out partying last night? You look like you didn't sleep a wink!"

The blond boy rarely showed a slight smile, and pretended to care about the night watchman opposite him.

"Ron, you don't need to come back with me tonight!"

Klein clearly didn't have a good impression of the culprit. He didn't answer the other party's question and directly stated the purpose of his visit.

"Why? Don't you want me anymore?!"

Ron was startled by these words. How could he be kicked out all of a good job being a freeloader?

The cry of "grievance" instantly warmed Klein's conscience, and he unconsciously pictured the pitiful sight of the little kid being abandoned on the street, crying and whimpering.

Why do I feel a sense of great satisfaction?

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the young night watchman forced down his upturned lips, speaking seriously:

"I have a mission tonight and can't go home, so you have two options."

"First, you can stay here for one or two nights. Second, you can go with Old Neil to stay at his house temporarily, since the living conditions here are not very good."

"Then why not go to Leonard's house?"

After receiving Klein's answer, the blond boy nodded, not dwelling on it too much, and then asked his own question.

Compared to Old Neil, who always added a lot of sugar to his coffee, he was clearly more interested in Leonard, who was always muttering to himself.

He could tell that something strange was residing inside that guy's body, but because the other party was too cautious, he didn't give anything away.

"Probably another thief. I need to find an opportunity to test him!"

"If even a small place like Tingen is full of hidden talents, how many talented people must the entire Church of the Night have!"

"Poor Goddess of the Night!"

Ron's golden eyes flickered slightly, and he inwardly mocked this righteous god.

"Leonard has to be at the security company to guard against any accidents, because tonight, neither the captain nor Foley are here."

Klein shrugged, indicating that there were only these two options.

"Okay, I choose Old Neil!"

After weighing the options in his mind for a while, Ron still made the difficult decision to become a freeloader.

Both of them have problems anyway, so it doesn't matter which one you investigate first.

"Okay, then I'll tell Old Neil."

"Oh, and you absolutely mustn't cause any trouble these next couple of days, understand?!"

Klein Moretti responded and then turned to leave, but halfway there he suddenly turned back and gave a worried remark.

"Hmph ╯^╰."

The blond boy ignored him, gave a haughty hum, and watched as the other closed the door and disappeared from his sight.

A moment of silence fell over the night watchman's lounge. Ron snapped his fingers, detaching himself from reality. Then he took out the pendant, separated a portion of his will, and entered the church door of the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

"I'm still underestimating myself. As a great being, this church is barely worthy of being my residence!"

Looking at the magnificent pointed church and the giant archway covered with all sorts of mysterious patterns, the blond boy was so envious that his mouth was practically watering.

However, after looking at it carefully for a while, she withdrew her gaze, stretched out her fair little hand, took a few steps with her short legs, pushed open the giant archway, and went inside.

Good afternoon, Mr. Time.

As soon as he entered, an old voice reached his ears. The blond-haired boy looked towards the source of the voice and found it was the old man next to his seat.

This old man seemed to be the spokesperson for the organizer of the gathering, and his job was to maintain order and keep the gathering going.

"Actually, I'd much rather it be a beautiful young girl greeting me than a dying old man saying hello!"

Upon seeing this scene, Ron unconsciously recalled the cheerful Miss Justice, and his expression darkened. He waved his hand dismissively, then looked at the bearded man sitting at the head of the table and criticized his taste and style.

"I don't look like I'm about to die."

Hermes was stunned when he heard this. Familiar memories flooded back, recalling the scene last month when this little brat mocked everyone.

"Mr. Time, since you're here, please have a seat."

With a deep sigh, the seasoned viewer decided not to dwell on the problem boy's arrogance, knowing he couldn't beat him anyway.

Upon seeing this scene, the navigator and hunter, who were about to flatter and greet him, immediately assessed their own circumstances and wisely kept quiet.

Clearly, they don't fit the image of a young and beautiful girl.

"Fewer people came to this gathering than I expected."

Shaking his golden head, Ron acted as if he were the master of the church, his gaze sweeping over the eight members present before he slowly walked to his seat.

Among the eight members, he did not find the witch Aria, and he did not know whether she was avoiding him or was really busy with important matters.

"That's normal. After all, the people attending this gathering are all important figures in the extraordinary world; they won't be like some people who are just doing nothing!"

Hearing Ron's exclamation, the figure with the distorted shadow of the crown immediately made a sarcastic remark.

He still remembered the scene when the blond boy mocked him in person last time, which made him unable to sleep after returning home.

I feel that if I endure it for a while, I'll get breast hyperplasia; if I back down, I'll get angrier the more I think about it.

Ha, King of Angels, who isn't one?

You can say whatever you want to mock me, but I can't?!

Compared to those long-lived veteran angels and saints who achieved enlightenment through special means, this guy clearly hasn't experienced the harsh realities of the "Extraordinary World."

Two updates a day is too difficult. Many friends say my posts are short and weak, and my subscriptions are dropping. So, I've decided to update three times a day!!!

A true man is born between heaven and earth; how can he remain subservient to others for long!

It must be the third watch!

However, that being said, it would be a bit of an exaggeration to maintain three updates every day (just kidding). Anyway, I'll work hard from now on, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, I'll manage three updates every day.

Actually, this is also largely related to the author's vanity. Being just a thousand short of reaching the "featured" level is a huge encouragement for a new author and a new book. I can't wait to go out and brag about it!!!

(End of this chapter)