Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 132 Keep it up, Boss Swain!

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, "He who eats another's food is bound to do his bidding."

"Mr. Neil, you are such a kind gentleman!"

Meanwhile, Ron, who was eating a small cake, smiled and sincerely said that it was free.

"Ron, you're quite the smooth talker."

Old Neil was clearly pleased by the blond boy's praise; he smiled and nodded, acknowledging the boy's quick change of expression.

The streets were now bustling with more pedestrians than before, and all sorts of carriages sped by, quickly making the city lively.

As they walked, old Neil led Ron to the public carriage stop on Zotland Street.

"Mr. Neil, which restaurant should we go to?"

"No, we're not going to a restaurant. I have something to take care of, and I can only enjoy the food after I finish that."

"So, where are we going?"

"We're going to the largest underground trading market in Tingen."

"Klein and I helped their boss there a few days ago, using some valuable items."

"The weather's great today, a perfect day for collecting debts, and as you know, as extraordinary beings, we also need some essential 'supply replenishment.'"

Old Neil spoke with a hint of pride, but his voice lowered when he talked about extraordinary individuals. However, this did not dampen his enthusiasm for collecting debts from loan sharks, as it was an experience he had never had before.

As they were talking, the public carriage arrived at the stop, and after paying a few pennies, the two arrived at the Dragon Bar in Tingen City.

As soon as you push open the door and enter the bar, you are greeted by a lively atmosphere.

Unlike the boastful drunkards at sea, the drunkards inland of the Kingdom of Loen have their own traditional activities.

"Grab it, bite it to death!"

"Quick, Tom, we only need two more of you to break the record!"

"Don't lose, Tom! I bet a full six sulphurs!"

A cacophony of excited, tense, and exasperated noises filled the air, drowning out the beautiful conversations of the other patrons in the tavern as they poured out their emotions to each other.

Ron turned his head and looked at the large iron cage surrounded by the group of drunkards.

Inside, a large canine with black and white stripes and light-colored eyes was pouncing and scratching, displaying an intelligence beyond its species and the anticipation of a drunkard, frantically catching the rats scurrying about on the ground.

"This is a dog-catching-mouse game, a new type of gambling. Children shouldn't get involved."

Seeing Ron's expression, Old Neil quickly interrupted his thoughts, because the elderly night watchman was only now realizing that a bar was not a suitable place for minors to come along.

Just then, a burly old man wearing a worn-out naval officer's coat came out.

"Old Neil, what are you doing here, and with a little brat in tow?"

The old man with messy brown hair and a strong smell of alcohol sized up Ron before asking a question to the white-haired old Neil.

"Swain, you didn't talk like this last time I came."

Seeing this, Old Neil chuckled and replied.

"Last time it was because you came to pay back money; I won't refuse someone who brings me money!"

"Oh, by the way, this is your compensation!"

The owner of the Dragon Bar clearly knew Old Neil well, as he tossed a small cloth bag out of his pocket as he spoke.

"Swain, you're more generous than I thought."

After taking the cloth bag and carefully examining the reimbursement documents from the "punisher," Old Neil immediately showed a genuine smile and praised the other party.

"Heh, it's nothing, I'll make it back from you anyway."

The burly old man chuckled upon seeing this, causing Old Neil's smile to vanish before it could truly unfold.

He took a deep breath to calm his complicated emotions, and looked at the captain, the "punisher" he had known for most of his life, with his deep red eyes.

"Swain, I'm going to the underground trading market, so I'll leave this little guy to you to keep an eye on for me."

"Make sure he doesn't run around or cause any damage."

"Wait, old man, I'm the boss here, not here to babysit your kids!"

The owner of the Dragon Bar resolutely refused, but as soon as he made a move, wearing a tattered naval officer's coat, Old Neil shoved Ron forward and led him to the bar's secret door.

"wait"

The secret door opened and closed, leaving this "substitute punisher," a contemporary of Old Neil, speechless for a moment.

He stood there for a moment, his expression contorting, then strode over to Ron, looking down at the little brat in front of him.

After sizing him up for a while, Swain put on a stern face and said in a deliberately fierce tone:

"I advise you, little one, not to run around. The people here are not to be trifled with!"

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Faced with such intimidation, Ron gave a haughty hum, then walked around the burly old man who was standing there dumbfounded, and went to the bar on his own.

"A bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild!"

The young boy's voice rang out, causing the bartender, who was wiping glasses, to freeze in place. He looked at his boss, unsure of what to do.

However, before he could react, the blond boy jumped up and slapped a five-pound note onto the bar.

"You can drink alcohol!?"

"How exactly did Old Neil raise you?!"

Swain stared in disbelief at Ron's practiced manner.

"Ha, old man, drinking is a sign of manhood. What, can't you do it?"

The blond boy's words were as sharp as ever, instantly igniting the anger of the "Wrathful People."

"Little brat, don't get too cocky. Today I'll show you what a real man is like!!!"

……

"Two hundred milliliters of the putrid monster's blood, five grams of Linghua grass powder, and three stalks of Midsummer Grass."

With his gray hair and dark red eyes, old Neil counted the mystical materials he had been busy with for a long time and spent a lot of money to purchase.

Fortunately, we still had enough money this time, otherwise we would have had to borrow from that old geezer Swain again.

With a sigh of relief and feeling grateful for his good fortune, the veteran night watchman straightened his clothes and left the underground market.

He pushed open the hidden door, and the lively atmosphere of the bar rushed in once again.

"That's outrageous!"

"This is strong distilled spirit, and this is the tenth bottle already!"

"Swain, go for it! Teach that brat a lesson!"

"Let him see what you're made of. I've been beating you down for a full eight sulphurs!"

A cacophony of sounds, a mixture of astonishment, anger, and disappointment, filled the air, causing old Neil's brow to furrow more deeply.

He glanced at the drunkards who had surrounded the bar counter and suddenly felt uneasy. He quickly rushed to the edge of the crowd and saw a scene that amazed the drunkards.

"Hiccup~ Little brat, I, Swain, acknowledge that you are, are a real man!"

The bar owner's face was flushed, and he reeked of alcohol. Empty glass bottles were piled up on the bar counter in front of him.

With a thud, the "raging man" who often drank heavily slumped onto the table, slowly sliding to the ground, unable to get up again.

The blond boy, however, remained unfazed and continued chugging down the strong distilled liquor, showing no sign of stopping.

Old Neil's heart stopped and his eyes widened when he saw this.

"Swain, is this how you look after children!?"

An angry roar rang out, causing the owner of the Dragon Bar, who was lying on the ground drunk, to scratch his chest hair.

(End of this chapter)