Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 142 Leonard: Old man, why aren't you saying anything?

"You've come at the perfect time, Leonard. I'm just going to the restroom, so you can have my spot."

"no problem!"

The midnight poet bowed to Cohen, who had made way for him, just as most gentlemen in Loen did.

Upon witnessing this scene, Palez Zoroaster's aged face trembled uncontrollably.

He truly didn't expect that this brainless guy would actually ignore his advice and dare to come over to play cards.

Recalling the harsh living conditions in Tingen, and this "Midnight Poet" who was very similar to him in his youth but much more foolish, Palez Zoroaster suddenly felt very tired.

"Leonard, you seem a little different today than usual!"

Ron raised his golden head, slightly turned his eyes, and shifted his gaze from the dessert to the erratic Night Watchman.

"Oh? What's different?"

The midnight poet, however, showed no sign of abnormality. He spoke as usual, using a slow, poetic tone to ask the question in return.

"I always feel like you're hiding something!"

"Heh, little Ron, everyone has secrets they can't tell, like you, and like me."

The poet with black hair and green eyes shrugged and winked at Ron. Judging from his expression, it was as if he had "I have a problem" written all over his face.

"Really? Leonard, would you mind if I knew your secret?"

"Little Ron, a secret is a secret because it cannot be known by anyone, understand? By anyone!"

As the two were talking, the Midnight Poet had already leisurely sat down at the card table.

He smiled, like a composed protagonist in a novel, as he carefully examined the blond-haired boy beside him, whom even the old man was wary of, as if trying to discern what secrets he was hiding.

"Fatty, judging by his effeminate appearance, could he have taken a liking to you? Watch out for your asshole!"

Just then, the Heavenly Venerable's will, having witnessed everything, spoke in a despicable manner, attempting to divert the blond boy's attention.

He was also somewhat bewildered at this moment, unable to understand why this guy who carried part of his authority was wandering around here aimlessly.

And you want to play cards? Screw you!

Although life was already hard enough, although He had been having a lot of bad luck lately, and although He couldn't figure out why this night watchman had come to Himself, Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun still decided to try his luck and make a stand.

"Hmph ╯^╰, you dead monster, no one will think you're mute if you don't speak. Besides, he's from the Dark Path, he doesn't have that ability at all."

The blond boy, upon hearing such despicable remarks, did not retaliate with insults. Instead, he merely snorted disdainfully in his mind and uttered a nonsensical statement.

"Sothos, what's wrong with the Night Path?"

A majestic and grand voice resounded, and the primordial will, not to be outdone, turned its scholarly attentions to the boundless wisdom that was also an omniscient being.

"Ha, Yuan Chu, I never thought your brain would be so inadequate. Did all your knowledge and wisdom get eaten by dogs?"

"Don't you ever consider that the paths of the night are merely secretive, they don't possess the authority to 'open' them?"

Seeing that the time was ripe, the blond boy twisted his mouth and, with a smug smile, uttered words that would paralyze the Heavenly Venerable's will.

"You deserve to die! You bastard! What kind of garbage is in your intelligence?!"

"You're such a filthy and disgusting person!!"

"Your symbols and authority are nothing but despicable rubbish; you live only to disgust people!!!"

This "humorous" sarcasm stunned the old celestial being for a moment, after which he roared and cursed.

Although He was despicable and shameless enough, He truly did not expect that damned fat ball would disgust Him in this way.

The authority of the "gate" is one of His dignitys, one of His few facades, but no one expected that it would be defeated here today.

"The notarization was actually valid! So what Sothos said was true!?"

"Even an 'gang gate' can be considered a gate!"

"However, in essence, it does indeed serve a sealing function!"

Just then, the wise voice of the primordial will resounded, its tone filled with incredible surprise and astonishment at gaining new knowledge. Bearing the status and symbol of a pillar, it once again put the will of the Celestial Venerable in a great challenge.

"You bastard! What's it to you? Shut up!!!"

As the topic unfolded, Ron's inner monologue became lively again, unlike its previous quiet and desolate state.

The three guys, who had gotten into a heated argument, were using the most vulgar language to insult each other, causing the blond boy's face to turn pale and then red, clearly indicating that he was quite angry.

"Ron, what's wrong? Are you afraid I'll discover your secret?"

Seeing the blond boy's ever-changing expression, Leonard grinned foolishly, threw out his last card, clapped his hands, and won the dessert in front of Ron.

Upon seeing this, Ron shook his head, forcibly blocking out the two noisy voices in his mind.

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

He then scoffed dismissively, glanced at the grinning poet beside him, threw down his cards, picked up his coat, and walked out the door.

Seeing the little brat act like this, Leonard's smile widened, feeling that his probing had yielded some results.

Kids will be kids; no matter what secrets they have, they lose their temper the moment it's mentioned.

The poet with dark hair and green eyes leaned back in his chair, his thoughts flashing through his mind. He stretched, stood up, leaving Fry, who was confused about the situation, standing there, looking around in bewilderment.

The sound of the doorknob turning rang out as the Midnight Poet pushed open the door to the recreation room and stepped out, heading towards Raphael's Cemetery, which he was to visit that day.

"Old man, Ron isn't as scary as you say. Look, I didn't avoid him today and nothing happened, did it?"

Suddenly, taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, the poet with black hair and green eyes tilted his head slightly and muttered something in a low voice.

After a long while, no familiar, aged voice answered his question.

Leonard didn't pay much attention to this, because this wasn't the first time it had happened. Every time he angered the old guy inside him, he would pretend not to hear his own question.

"Old man, don't be so shy. Look, Klein isn't hurt at all, which is enough to show that little Ron isn't a big threat."

"Besides, look at Ron, he's just a kid. Look how nervous he was just now, like I was afraid he'd find out his secret."

"Old man, say something, don't keep quiet."

"An old man?"

"Old man!?"

(End of this chapter)