Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 149 Mr. Ron, you smell so good!

Friday.

morning.

Backlund, Joewood District.

"Hazel, you didn't call me here just to ask about potion recipes, did you?"

Ron picked up his coffee cup, blew on it like most humans would, and then took a small sip.

"Well, Mr. Ron, I haven't seen you for a month. You said you were just going out to take care of a small matter..."

Meanwhile, Hazel, with her long, wavy, dark green hair, was quite dissatisfied with her best friend's behavior. She clung tightly to Ron's arm, like a little girl whining to an elder.

The soft, nascent texture made the blond boy frown slightly, revealing a look of disgust.

However, Ron still gave a haughty hum and did not pull his hand away, letting Hazel hold his arm tightly in her arms.

"Alright, Hazel, I've given you the formula, so is there anything else?"

After a while, noticing that the girl with brown eyes still hadn't let go, Ron frowned slightly and reminded her.

"No, Mr. Ron, you've only been here ten minutes, and you haven't even finished a cup of coffee!"

"And most importantly, although I have the potion recipe, I don't even have the main ingredients, so Mr. Ron, could you please take me to find them..."

"Hey!"

Before Hazel could finish speaking, an item appeared on the dressing table in front of her. The item was blue, with many large facets, and its overall transparency made it look like a gemstone.

This is precisely the extraordinary characteristic of a "fraudster".

"Now we have it..."

The blond boy withdrew his right hand, pushed up his monocle made of crystal, and dampened the girl's enthusiasm for the mysterious world.

"Mr. Ron... I remember you telling me that in the mystical world, it's not the result that matters, but the process!"

"So what's the difference between this, this, this and buying things at a department store?"

Hazel loudly complained upon seeing this scene, believing that the current mysterious world did not match her aspirations.

The essence of the mystical world lies in secretly collecting materials, evading the pursuit of the three major churches, trading in secluded gatherings of extraordinary individuals, and guarding against other evil individuals with ulterior motives.

But ever since she met Mr. Ron, she has had everything she could want. Mr. Ron teaches her knowledge for free, he has plenty of recipes, and materials are not a difficult problem either; they are things that Mr. Ron can solve with a wave of his hand.

This made Hazel feel that her self-esteem was severely damaged, and she felt like one of those mistresses kept by nobles, waiting to reap without sowing and relying on others for survival.

This was extremely difficult for the proud young lady to accept. She didn't want to be a burden to Mr. Ron; she wanted to solve her own problems.

"Mr. Ron, what I mean is, while you can help me for a while, you can't help me for a lifetime. I think my personal ability and experience in handling extraordinary things are more important."

"Besides, I feel embarrassed that you're always helping me."

The brown-eyed girl straightened up, patted her chest, and spoke to the great being sitting in her bedroom about something she had been considering for a long time.

"Hayor, I can actually help you for a lifetime."

But the blond boy remained unmoved by the girl's self-satisfaction. He pushed up his monocle and calmly stated a given fact.

"No, Mr. Ron, you've finally come back, so spend some time with me!"

Seeing that her attempts to reason with her friend had failed to move her, Hazel immediately opened her arms and hugged the blond little dumpling in front of her tightly.

Long, wavy, dark green hair swept down, immediately covering Ron's head.

The girl's lingering perfume scent quickly reached Ron's nose due to the close contact. Feeling the softness pressing tightly against him, and the "heat" of the girl's body through only a layer of pajamas, the blond boy pursed his lips but did not refuse.

"Mr. Ron, you smell so good~"

Seeing that the blond boy did not resist, Hazel became bolder. She praised Ron as her youthful and energetic body pressed down on him, making her more relaxed and close to him.

Her dark green hair brushed against the blond boy's face as Hazel buried her face in Ron's neck, breathing warm air and nuzzling him as if he were a rare treasure or a cute little animal, someone she loved dearly and wanted to keep in her arms forever.

If the aristocratic scions of Backlund's high society were to witness this scene, they would be utterly astonished.

Because they simply couldn't imagine that the aloof goddess they admired actually behaved like this in private.

As for Ron, who was passively getting close to his older sister, he had long seen that Hazel wanted to do this, no, it should be said that all the women who had seen him, especially the ladies, wanted to do this with him.

However, he is always more indulgent and tolerant towards his friends. Let them freeload; it won't hurt them anyway.

"Sigh~ Okay, Hazel, stop rubbing against me, I promise you!"

After more than ten minutes, seeing that the girl's coquettishness showed no signs of stopping, the blond boy finally chose to "forget loyalty for the sake of beauty" and abandoned Klein Moretti, who was currently working a miserable job.

After all, what's more important to a grown man than his best friend!

"Mr. Ron, you're so soft~"

However, Hazel was unwilling to let go of Ron's calls. Faced with this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she would not easily let go of Ron.

She had wanted to do this since the first time she met Ron. What lady or young lady wouldn't like such a cute little guy?

"Hmph ╯^╰, Hazel, if you don't let go, I'm going to call for help, and then your reputation as a pedophile will spread throughout the entire upper class of Backlund!"

A few minutes later, seeing that Hazel showed no sign of stopping and even kissed his cheek more boldly, Ron could no longer bear it. He let out a haughty hum and said something that made Hazel tremble.

"Mr. Ron, you've misunderstood. I didn't mean anything by it. I just find you very cute, so I simply like you. Besides, I like charming men with strong independence..."

The young lady with brown eyes abruptly pushed away from the blond boy's body, not bothering to straighten her disheveled nightgown that revealed large expanses of her fair skin. She quickly waved her hands, her face slightly flushed, and began to explain.

After all, Ron only looks ten years old. He's cute but has nothing else to offer, and no normal woman would have any romantic feelings for him.

"Hmph, of course I know, otherwise I would have kicked you away in the first place!"

The blond boy grunted again, ignoring Hazel's offense.

(End of this chapter)