Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 134 The Fall of the God of Reimbursement

Dunn Smith took the evidence and flipped through its pages, examining its contents.

"Life is forged."

"The required materials include: 100 ml of spring water from the Fairy Spring (Golden Spring on Sonia Island), 50 g of Star Crystal, half a pound of Gold, 5 g of Phosphorus, 30 g of Hematite, and a large amount of fresh human blood."

Below the blood of a living person, there was a line of small print that read:

"I could consider extracting my own, accumulating it little by little, and storing it using ritual magic."

Seeing this, the old captain of the night watch breathed a sigh of relief, realizing that the situation was not as bad as he had imagined.

Although he didn't know what Old Neil was trying to do, the words "life tempering" still revealed some clues.

Fortunately, Ron reported it in time, and Old Neil retained his rationality, so things hadn't reached the point of no return.

"Captain, how is the situation?"

At this moment, Klein Moretti wiped his face with his hand, shaking off the cold sweat that had just broken out due to nervousness.

His expression was a strange mix of joy and sorrow, as if he had experienced the thrills and dramatic ups and downs of life in a short period of time.

"Klein, you might not be able to go home for a while. Go and call Leonard. Let's restrain old Neil first and use ritual magic to check his condition!"

After a moment of contemplation, Dunn Smith offered his own conclusion.

"Little Ron, you did a great job. After this is over, I will allocate a special fund to buy you desserts."

"But Ron, where is old Neil now? Is he still in the armory?"

"Hmph, do you think I care? Old Neil is in the armory, I just saw it with my own eyes!"

Upon hearing this, the great "Time and Space Ruler" immediately let out a haughty hum. Although Dunn Smith's attitude was quite good, it would be somewhat undignified to repay him with a little something.

However, upon closer reflection, there didn't seem to be anything he wanted here, and these "poor bastards" couldn't afford what he wanted, so he reluctantly accepted this "bargain."

After all, he couldn't expect Klein to be his slave, at his beck and call, could he?

Ha, the way you're looking makes it sound like you're saying, "This way, please, sir."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief upon receiving Dunn Smith's reply. Looking at the little brat's expression, he couldn't help but mutter a curse in his mind.

Without hesitation, he immediately followed the captain's instructions and went to find his old partner, Leonard Mitchell.

Before long, the three night watchmen arrived at the location of the pavilion, and then went down to the underground and pushed open the door of the armory.

"Dunn, what brings you here?"

At that moment, old Neil was happily sipping his hand-ground coffee, completely unaware that he had been sold out by some little brat.

"It's nothing, it's just that there was something wrong with the expense report you submitted last time, so I asked you to come and confirm it."

The night watch captain looked at the older team member, but didn't reveal anything, and casually made up an excuse to brush it off.

"Reimbursement?! How is that possible? Dunn, my skills can't possibly have any flaws!"

The elderly night watchman, still smiling, joked with the young man in front of him, brimming with confidence in his skills.

"Really? Then take a look at this."

Seeing that Old Neil appeared perfectly normal and showed no signs of anything amiss, the Night Watch captain threw the evidence Ron had given him onto the table.

"This is!?"

Upon seeing the notebook, Old Neil's eyes widened instantly, his pupils contracted, and he exclaimed in surprise.

But in that instant, the scene before his eyes shattered, plunging him into a deep darkness.

He opened his eyes, and the light from the wall lamp illuminated them. He found Dunn Smith standing before him, just like in his dream.

Behind him stood Klein Moretti and Leonard Mitchell, who had bound him tightly with ropes.

"Sigh~ Is this Luo Enqian's?"

With a resigned sigh, Old Neil suddenly thought of the blond boy who had ruined his reputation in his later years.

"Old Neil, what you should be doing now is thanking Ron, not blaming him!"

"Dunne, I didn't mean to blame him, it's just... sigh~ never mind, you wouldn't understand!"

No, I understand!

Hearing Old Neil's words and sensing the helplessness within them, Klein Moretti, standing behind him, silently added a comment in his mind.

……

The midday sun pierced through the thick clouds, bringing a touch of heat to the otherwise cool air.

After a busy morning, "charlatan" Klein walked out of the security company.

That morning, he first set up a ritual magic to pray to the Goddess of Night to descend her power and examine Old Neil's problems. Then, under the pretext of buying desserts for Ron, he went out and ascended to the mysterious gray fog space to perform divination.

The good news is that although Old Neil showed some signs of contamination, it was not serious.

The bad news was that for the next few days, the veteran night watchman would have to stay behind the Charnis Gate.

When Klein Moretti saw the cold, hard scene behind the door while old Neil was being held captive, his lips curled into a bitter smile and his heart trembled.

My secret absolutely mustn't get discovered, or I'll have to keep Old Neil company... But then I can also report Leonard, and if we have three people, we can play cards inside, so it won't be too lonely...

He shook his head, clearing his mind of his inner turmoil, and his thoughts gradually returned to normal.

"The Diviner's Potion has been fully digested for quite some time now, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. At least I've spent a lot of time preparing in front of the captain this past week..."

"However, he seems to have some vague understanding of digestive potions. Could it be that Ms. Daly taught him?"

Thinking of this, Klein unconsciously smacked his lips.

"Okay! That's decided then. We'll submit the special application tomorrow. After all, while coincidences can provide some clues, they've all been deliberately cut off. It's always good to become stronger under these circumstances."

Taking a deep breath, Mr. "The Fortune Teller" strengthened his resolve to become "The Clown," which unconsciously relaxed him, making him feel that the future was bright.

"Klein, you seem to be in a pretty good mood?"

Suddenly, a familiar boy's voice came from behind, pulling the fortune teller back to reality. He turned around and glanced at the blond boy following behind him, sighing inwardly.

Klein had many guesses about the blond boy, but none of them could be confirmed because the boy was too mysterious.

"Ron, tell me honestly, what sequence are you? You're definitely not a Nightmare!"

Klein Moretti narrowed his eyes, intending to test this amazing little guy.

"Hmph, just revealing my name will scare you to death. I am a god, unlike mortals like you... um... um..."

"Little brat, don't you know that some things shouldn't be said carelessly!"

Hearing that foul mouth start babbling on and on again, the fortune teller's face twitched, and he quickly covered the blond boy's mouth, feeling that the little brat behind him really needed a good beating from the mysterious world.

"I am God"—saying that in his past life wouldn't have been a problem, but this is a world where true gods exist, so this...

Hmph, you're a god, and I'm still Mr. Fool!

Klein Moretti looked at Ron, who had already struggled free, and muttered something under his breath, mimicking a little kid's tone.

(End of this chapter)