Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 133 I'm Reporting! (4,000 words)

With a click, the door opened, and old Neil pushed open the front door of his detached house.

"Little Ron, come in."

"I didn't expect you could outdrink that old man Swain. 'Nightmare' also has the extraordinary ability to not fall into a dream state while drinking?"

Even though two hours had passed, the old man was still amazed by what he had just witnessed.

The usually drunken owner of the Dragon Bar was actually defeated by a little kid when it came to drinking. Just thinking about how the kid was going to ruin his reputation in his later years made Old Neil's lips curl up slightly.

After finishing his drink, Old Neil used his spiritual vision to check Ron's body and found that the blond boy's body was normal, which put his mind at ease.

"I think it's a matter of personal talent."

Upon hearing Old Neil's question, the blond youth curled his lip and began to praise himself without any hesitation.

It was around 8 p.m. when the two finished their dinner and returned to their lodgings before it got completely dark.

The sound of a copper penny slipping and clattering rang out, dispelling the darkness that had enveloped the room, which had appeared out of nowhere, from the gas wall lamps.

Ron looked around, taking in his lodgings for the night.

"Mr. Neil, I didn't realize you were interested in music."

After scanning the room, the blond boy noticed the most eye-catching thing in the living room: a piano that was quite valuable in this era.

"That was my late wife's favorite thing. If she were still alive, our child—no, our grandchild—would be about your age by now!"

The senior night watchman gave Ron a kind look, then chuckled and explained the origin of the piano in the room.

"Mr. Neil, wake up! You should be a virgin, right? Where did you get a wife from?"

But the blond boy wasn't buying it at all. He saw through the old man's lies and, without any politeness, immediately unleashed his sharp tongue to make the old man realize his own limitations.

What are you saying? What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?!

These extremely powerful words made old Neil gasp for breath, and for a moment he felt that he was about to suffer the same fate as that old bastard Swain, losing his reputation in his later years.

"Hey Ron, I was way more handsome than Leonard when I was young, and all the ladies and girls were always swarming around me!"

He immediately realized what was happening and quickly tried to explain himself, using examples to prove that he wasn't a so-called innocent virgin.

"Mr. Chernier, what's the point of all those ladies and young women fawning over you?"

"Did you hold their hands, kiss their lips, or push them onto the bed?"

Ron scoffed dismissively, uttering words that made one blush, leaving the lifelong bachelor Neil looking at him in disbelief.

He's only ten years old! Doesn't this little brat know a bit too much?!

At that moment, the veteran night watchman seemed to understand all of Klein's words of advice before he left.

"You little rascal, no wonder Klein said you were troublesome."

With a deep sigh, old Neil recalled his fiancée deep in his mind, but he simply shook his head and said nothing more.

"Little Ron, I think you must be from Intis. You know so much at such a young age; that's not something a good child should have!"

Looking at the blond boy in front of him, who had lost his obedient nature and revealed his unruly nature, Old Neil gave him a stern lecture.

"Hmph ╯^╰, this is just ordinary knowledge, you always manage to make it filthy and disgusting!"

However, the blond boy did not think so. His golden eyes blinked, and he looked at old Neil with an innocent expression, which made the old man feel a sense of guilt and resignation deep in his heart.

"Don't meddle in adult matters, kids. Go wash up and go to bed!"

……

A gentle night breeze blew, causing Ron's full head of blond hair to flutter in the wind. If viewed from outside the window, no one could forget this beautiful scene in the dead of night.

The crimson moon hung in the sky once more, its radiant form catching the eyes of the blond-haired boy, causing him to take a deep breath and feel pity once more for the god who held sway over the secrets.

"Sigh~ The night watchmen of the Church of the Night all seem to have some serious illnesses, why do they all like to sneak around doing these things in the middle of the night?"

Ron's gaze drifted to the master bedroom next door, landing on Old Neil's busy figure.

At that moment, he successfully recalled the scene of Klein staying up every night to "tinker" with the Source Castle in his room. The scene in his memory gradually overlapped with the scene in reality, causing Ron to unconsciously purse his lips.

"How have these night watchmen survived until now?"

The blond boy took a deep breath, feeling worried about the future of these night watchmen.

Just then, a strange fluctuation came from Old Neil's bedroom. The whispers of knowledge kept drilling into his mind, causing him to fall to the ground with a thud, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists.

"This is knowledge about the cultivation of life!"

Having overheard the contents of that knowledge, the primordial will immediately jumped out to demonstrate its own erudition.

"Nonsense, of course I know, I have an even better, simpler version!"

The blond boy pursed his lips and, not wanting to be left out, pressed down on the other side.

"Hmph."

As for the Celestial Venerable's consciousness, He hesitated for a long time, but in the end He just hummed and did not humiliate Himself in this regard.

Although He possesses great ability and status, He knows a great deal about this matter, but who knows if those two bastards were just baiting Him, waiting for Him to speak so they could mock Him using their own expertise.

This kind of tactic is something His Lord of Mysteries has already exhausted!

Just as Ron's inner monologue was about to begin, a strange sound suddenly came from Old Neil's bedroom, along with a strange smell that Ron recognized.

He immediately abandoned the two mortal enemies in his mind and looked ahead again, only to find that behind the old man there was an indifferent eye without eyelashes!

These eyes were like the embodiment of knowledge, making the blond boy's eyes light up, and he couldn't wait to grab the other party and learn more about its physical structure.

But just as Ron's thought crossed his mind, the eye seemed to sense something, as if it had seen the future of his own destiny, and immediately disappeared, leaving the blond boy empty-handed.

"Tch~ That's fast!"

He did run fast, because Old Neil's situation was unlike the ritual magic performed by Mr. Z; the eyes behind him were more a sign of influence from a superior being through extraordinary pathways.

The crimson moonlight shone in again, draping Ron's fair skin in a crimson veil.

The blond boy's gaze pierced through the wall, looking at old Neil, who was slowly rising from the ground, his flesh writhing and healing.

The other person picked up a fountain pen and began recording the knowledge they had just acquired in their notebook.

The thick notebooks were filled to the brim, but to boundless wisdom, they were easily deciphered at a glance.

The blond boy pursed his lips with a complicated expression, and finally sighed deeply.

He did not intend to personally intervene in the matter that had just occurred, nor to use his authority to protect the old man who offered the dessert.

Because the goddess of night belongs to the goddess of night, and those who believe in Ron Sothos belong to Ron Sothos!

Therefore, whistleblowing is a good thing!

As the model youth of the new era in the eyes of Emperor Rosell, Ron is someone who cannot tolerate even the slightest injustice.

As for the illusory eye without eyelashes from earlier, the blond boy wasn't particularly interested in it, because it was neither the authority of the Primal and the Dead, nor a being that could reach Sequence "0," so it was of no use to Ron.

As an omniscient and omniscient being, he is not lacking in the other party's valuable knowledge!

"Klein, you only stayed up one night, how come you have dark circles under your eyes?"

Captain, it's easy for you to talk when you're not the one suffering.

Last night, Mr. Fool, who had been "beaten up" by the Eternal Sun, heard Nightmare's words and unconsciously muttered a curse in his heart.

"Klein, you're probably worried about little Ron!"

And Frye, the corpse collector sitting next to the fortune teller, proved prophetic, successfully awakening the young night watchman's anxieties.

No, I'm not worried about him, I'm worried about old Neil.

Klein Moretti remained silent, muttering another curse to himself.

As the person who had the most contact with Ron, Klein's understanding of this little brat far surpassed that of most Night Watchers.

"Klein, you don't need to worry. Old Neil is very reliable; nothing will happen to young Ron!"

Seeing the worried look on his teammates' faces, Dunn Smith echoed Frye's words, while inwardly marveling at the friendly relationship between Klein and Ron.

"It's nothing, Captain, I just didn't sleep well last night."

Taking a deep breath, the young night watchman suppressed his various speculations, smiled, and optimistically accepted the comfort from his two teammates.

What big trouble could that brat possibly cause if he's only gone out for one night?

The carriage slowly drove along the country road and soon entered Tingen, arriving at Zotland Street.

Klein Moretti and Dunn Smith got out of the car first and escorted 3-0782 to seal the artifact behind the Charnis Gate in Tingen City.

Seeing that the security company's atmosphere was no different from usual, the young night watchman breathed a deep breath and was completely relieved.

"Klein, it's Monday, you should go home and rest."

"No, Captain, have you forgotten that we still need to write a detailed report on the operation?"

And my expense reimbursement application...

The expense reimbursement expert added the most important point in his mind.

Dunn Smith was taken aback by Klein's words; clearly, his attempt to improve his forgetfulness had failed once again.

As it turns out, he will forget what he should forget, even if he keeps it in his heart.

"Okay, I did forget. Then take the mission report to my office later, and then go home and rest."

The old captain rubbed his temples and sighed silently in his heart.

Previously, as a bachelor, he naturally wouldn't have cared about such things.

Now that he has confirmed his relationship with Daly, the old captain feels that he still needs to further improve his image.

"No problem, Captain."

With a slight smile, Klein Moretti responded and quickly went to the administrative office to print out his report application.

"Klein, I thought you'd never come back!"

Just as he was carrying the documents and heading to the captain's office, he suddenly heard a young and cheerful voice.

Klein Moretti's lips twitched at the greeting, sensing something was off but unable to pinpoint what it was.

Because he simply couldn't tell whether the little kid in front of him was worried that he wouldn't come back, or hoped that he wouldn't come back.

The difference between the two is enormous.

"Good morning, Ron. How was yesterday?"

"Hmm...it's alright, but there's something I want to tell Dunn!"

"Perfect timing, I also need to submit my mission report, let's go together."

After carefully examining the blond boy, who looked much the same as yesterday, the fortune teller felt relieved and extended an invitation with a smile.

Upon arriving at the captain's office, Ron simply pushed the door open as usual, saving Klein Moretti the trouble of knocking.

He adjusted his monocle, watched the diviner submit his report, and then, without waiting any longer, started shouting loudly in the captain's office.

"Dunner! I'm reporting him!"

His voice rang out instantly, drawing Dunn Smith's full attention to him.

Klein Moretti was startled by these words, a familiar feeling of weariness washing over him, and he felt that this was finally right.

"Ron, what are you reporting?"

Upon seeing the blond boy's genuine expression, the night watch captain immediately asked a question.

"I'm reporting that someone on the night watch team is secretly worshipping an evil god!"

Upon hearing this, Dunn Smith looked astonished, while Klein Moretti broke out in a cold sweat.

Mr. Fool stared wide-eyed at the Tarot Club member before him, unable to understand why he had been betrayed at this moment.

"Ha, ha, ha, little Ron, you're joking. How could any Night Watcher possibly believe in an evil god?"

As the dry, monotone voice rang out, Mr. Fool, covered in sweat, forcibly suppressed his wildly beating heart and quickly began to speak.

Although I don't know if this method will work, doing something is better than doing nothing in this situation.

If this isn't handled properly, then "Mr. Fool" might really die before his entrepreneurial journey is even halfway over.

When Ron saw Klein's pale face, his mouth twitched, he adjusted his monocle and continued:

"Hmph, ╯^╰. I now have evidence!"

His words struck Klein Moretti like a heavy hammer, causing the night watchman to gasp and slightly raising the temperature in the captain's office.

"Little Ron, who is he? Where is your evidence?"

The old captain of the night watchman had already realized what was happening. He didn't notice the "cult leader" standing behind him, who was covered in cold sweat. Instead, he stared intently at the "evil god" in front of him and solemnly asked a question.

"That person is..."

"Old Neil!"

Just as Mr. Fool was about to succumb to the psychological pressure and confess his sins, Ron’s resolute voice rang out, instantly turning Klein’s words into a gasp of surprise.

"What the hell, old Neil?!"

"Ron, this is a very serious matter. You'd better not lie!"

Dunn's pupils dilated slightly as he suppressed his astonishment and reaffirmed the authenticity of the news.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Seeing Dunn's skeptical expression, the blond boy huffed defiantly and pulled out a notebook with a faint smell of blood from his pocket, completely dispelling Dunn Smith's doubts.

Reporting is my specialty!

This chapter is 4,000 words, which would normally be considered two chapters. I was writing late at night and forgot to start a new one. After looking at the whole thing, I couldn't find a suitable starting point, so I'll leave it as it is.

I managed to update three times again today!

(End of this chapter)