Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 140 Audrey: QAQ

The true creator actually wields the power of corruption; that little brat knows a lot, huh?

Klein Moretti flushed the toilet and pretended to have finished using the restroom as he walked out. His mind was racing with the knowledge he had gained from the Tarot meeting, and suddenly his expression turned strange.

"Isn't that a minotaur!?"

"Your extraordinary abilities have been 'corrupted' and become mine, your possessions have been 'corrupted' and become mine, your whole being has been 'corrupted' and become mine, your wife."

At this moment, the young night watchman seemed to have a deeper understanding of how the true believers of the Creator had their values ​​distorted.

"Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder the Aurora was targeted by the seven major churches; it's no wonder."

Who could bear the feeling of having their own followers 'taken away'?

Suppressing the upturned corners of his mouth, Klein shook his head to shake off the unreliable thoughts in his mind. He pushed open the shop door, walked out, and hailed a horse-drawn carriage by the roadside.

Halls Street.

"One sole is worth eight pence."

Klein did not refuse the price offered by the coachman. He boarded the carriage, took out some change from his wallet, and handed it to the coachman.

He was heading to Azik Eggers' house because Klein had discovered clues about the man's past during his mission.

"Hmm, Mr. Azik's behavior is strange. Perhaps we should ask Ron about it?"

"However, that little brat seems even stranger. And how old is he? How does he know so much? Is this an advantage of being born extraordinary, or is his extraordinary path, like that of an emperor, perfectly suited for learning knowledge?"

"Damn! Could he be Roselle's illegitimate son!?"

A sudden idea flashed into Klein's mind, but he rejected it immediately. The transmigrator had been dead for almost two hundred years, so how could his illegitimate son be so young?

Backlund.

The Queen.

Inside the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

"Audrey, I'm just a dog. Why should I have to do calculations to learn the occult? And shouldn't this be your homework?"

In Audrey's study, a large golden retriever was half-lying on its owner's desk, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and its paws were turning the pages of notes on the desk.

"Susie, it's really too late! I forgot the detailed instructions on the ritual magic that Hazel gave me yesterday. If I can't do it, I'm doomed!"

"QAQ, sob sob, I'm so tired, I can't figure it out anymore."

The beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed young lady was writing furiously, drawing intricate lines on a blank sheet of paper. The gracefully curved dotted lines possessed a unique beauty, making it easy to see the excellent drawing skills of its owner.

However, her excellent drawing skills were of little use to Audrey Hall at this moment, because the layers of lines made her vision slightly blurry and her head dizzy and confused.

This is the negative effect of occult knowledge. Although this knowledge is not considered high-level, it still has the urge to make people resist and feel drowsy.

A knocking sound came from the door, and the voice of Anne, the personal maid, came from outside the study.

"Miss, Miss Hazel has arrived and is waiting for you in the living room. Would you like to go see her, or should I invite her into your study?"

The maid's words startled Audrey, who abruptly looked up at the hands of the wall clock.

9:30 a.m.!

"Oh no! Yesterday I was so excited about Mr. Fool's status and all the knowledge Mr. Fate shared that I completely forgot about the homework."

Earl Hall's youngest daughter tossed aside the gold-patterned pen and slumped down on the table with Susie, looking dejected.

"Anne, please invite Miss Hazel in!"

A muffled voice of resignation came from outside the door, leaving the maid outside somewhat bewildered.

"Audrey, Audrey, you mustn't talk big anymore!"

Recalling her confident promises from yesterday, Audrey felt that the image of integrity she had maintained since childhood was about to be shattered today.

And this happened over something as trivial as not doing homework.

A few minutes later, the sound of the doorknob turning came, prompting Audrey Hall to immediately get up and tidy herself up.

Meanwhile, the golden retriever Susie had already lay down on the floor, reverting to her "I'm just a dog" attitude.

"Good morning, Miss Audrey. I'm a little late today because of some business."

"It's alright, Hazel. You're my best friend. We don't need to say these things."

The noblewoman responded with elegant manners to her knowledgeable friend who often came to teach her mysticism.

After the two talked for a while, Hazel, with her long, dark green, wavy hair, looked at the desk and noticed the unfinished draft.

Miss Audrey

"I'm sorry, Hazel, yesterday, yesterday Susie kept running around, and I couldn't catch her no matter what I did, so, so..."

Before Hazel could express her doubts, Audrey quickly used Susie as an excuse to cover up her own guilty conscience.

Susie, the big dog who was lying in the corner, immediately stopped watching when she heard her owner say that and barked once.

This single "woof" contained complex and incomprehensible emotions, as well as an accusation against its owner's nonsense, causing "audience member" Audrey Hall to awkwardly reveal a slight smile.

Seeing the noble lady's behavior, Hazel suddenly recalled the scene when she was tutoring in the Cycle Space. When she encountered difficult problems, she would also find all sorts of excuses to fool Mr. Ron.

Sigh~ I wonder where Mr. Ron is. My potion has already been digested, why hasn't he come back yet?

Perhaps I should write to him and ask for the recipe? No, he'll definitely have Mr. Habaka dictate it to me. Or maybe I should just write that I need to ask him in person!

Okay, that's it!

With a sigh, Hazel made up her mind, then looked up and comforted Audrey Hall with a single sentence:

"Miss Audrey, this is nothing to blame. You know, the occult is very broad, and no one can understand it all at once after just starting out."

"However, since you didn't finish your homework, I'll be giving you 'punishment' as promised~"

"This is something you specifically requested, not something I forced upon you!"

Audrey Hall's elegant smile froze abruptly as she recalled the "bold words" she had uttered a week earlier in her excitement.

At that moment, she felt that the audience seemed unable to become absolutely rational or truly understand themselves.

Zotland Street.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company.

"What? You digested the potion so quickly!?"

With his dark hair and green eyes, Leonard, who possessed the romantic temperament of a poet, exclaimed in surprise, completely ignoring the old man in his mind who had always told him to keep a low profile.

(End of this chapter)