Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 155 The Great Fool

"Your Highness, I was unaware of your arrival, and I had no intention of targeting your friend."

Seeing the blond boy's reaction, Miss Vengeful Spirit became even more certain of her guess.

She immediately reverted to her human form, lifted her skirt with both hands, and bowed respectfully to Ron.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

Time passed slowly, and the silent atmosphere was filled with a suffocating pressure, causing beads of cold sweat to appear on Sharon's forehead.

As a defector from the Rose School, she was extremely nervous, afraid, and terrified. Her arms, which were lifting her skirt, trembled involuntarily, and her whole body swayed slightly.

Just now, she heard those illusory murmurs again, and saw scenes of thousands kneeling and praising a great being.

She was very familiar with the location of the scene; it was the headquarters of the Rose School. She also recognized the golden statue that the entire city's residents were kneeling and praising—it was the blond boy who had come here.

The moment she saw this image, Miss Wraith stopped breathing, nearly scared to death, because it meant that the "new god" of the Rose School had come to capture her personally.

Even if it's not the real person who came, it must be a follower or an incarnation!

I am not even a demigod, so what merit do I have?

After a few minutes of stunned silence, Sharon wanted to escape Backlund as quickly as possible, but the whispers in her ear made her afraid to make any unnecessary movements.

As a mere Sequence Five member, she naturally knew that she had no chance of escaping.

The blond boy seemed to be just a tourist here; his mere presence sealed off all her escape routes, leaving her no choice but to wait obediently in place, letting him mold her as he pleased.

"Get up."

The childish and bland voice rang out, causing the vengeful spirit, covered in sweat and feeling uncertain, to collapse to the ground.

Being watched by an angel or a true god is something that ordinary people cannot bear. Even if they have no ill intentions, their gaze itself carries the oppressive feeling of a superior being.

"Your Highness!?"

Upon seeing the lady's strange behavior and hearing her respectful address, the blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman exclaimed in surprise and turned to look down at the blond boy who was a head shorter than her.

The title "Your Highness" is rarely used outside of addressing members of the royal family who hold high positions.

In the mystical world, this title is also rare, because those who are usually addressed as "Your Highness" are invariably popes or patriarchs of various churches!

This represents supreme power, the majesty of the church and God, and the status and strength of the person being addressed.

Only beings at Sequence Two, who have reached the Angel rank, can be addressed in that way!

This is common knowledge in the mysterious world!

Our Tarot Club actually has an angel! No wonder Mr. Ron didn't show the same respect to Mr. Fool as he did to the Hanged Man and me! Mr. Fool is truly amazing; he even has an angel as his subordinate, as his servant. He is truly great!

Audrey Hall's emerald-green eyes widened instantly, and she immediately praised the great Fool in her heart.

A sense of pride, which she didn't know where it came from, rose in the noble lady's heart. She trembled slightly with excitement and looked at the blond boy beside her again, as if trying to figure out what was different about Mr. Ron, that he was actually a Sequence Two Extraordinary.

The blond boy, sensing the admiring gaze of the noble lady beside him, immediately raised his head slightly, enjoying the adoration that belonged only to him.

As for the white-haired vampire who had been standing there in a daze for a long time, she huddled up in a ball, constantly praying to the progenitor that her offensive behavior would not be remembered by this angel.

But just then, she suddenly saw Ron's golden eyes sweep over her. The noble dark noble trembled and immediately knelt down, kowtowing several times.

"Your Highness, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you. I was wrong!!!"

The wooden floorboards were smashed into pieces, and soon a large crater appeared, perfectly reflecting the heavy sense of remorse in the vampire lady's heart.

"Alright, it's not a big deal."

The calm yet authoritative voice rang out, calming the chaotic thoughts of everyone present and leaving them at a loss.

"Your Highness, may I ask the purpose of your visit?"

Just then, Miss Sharon, who had managed to stand up, took off her small soft hat, bowed respectfully again, and asked a question that was quite important to her and Marich.

Because she really couldn't understand the purpose of this "new god" of the Rose School. She was just a small Sequence 5, and it didn't seem worth the other party making a special effort to find her.

Upon hearing Miss Wraith's words, Audrey Hall pursed her lips gracefully. After learning Ron's identity, she felt even closer to and fonder of this little gentleman.

It wasn't just because she was cute and I wanted to hold her like a doll, but because she and Mr. Ron belonged to the same organization, the Tarot Club.

The feeling that there was a powerful force behind this made the noble lady's heart pound. Although she had long suspected that Mr. Fool was a god, speculation was nothing compared to the shocking evidence in reality.

Mr. Ron must have come with a mission from Mr. Fool. Could it be the Hurricane General Ziringus that Mr. Hanged Man mentioned?

The noblewoman kept speculating in her mind; she could never help but be curious about this.

"Heh, I don't have any particular purpose. I just happened to be passing by. You don't need to worry about it."

Ron chuckled softly, his gaze sweeping over the tense vengeful spirit before him, answering the question in its mind.

"You, then you..."

Sharon's azure eyes were fixed on the ground beneath Ron's feet, daring not to show the slightest disrespect to the great being.

She took a deep breath, recalling the delirious ramblings of the past few months, and finally gritted her teeth and murmured something.

"You seem to be troubled by some issues?"

"Yes, yes."

But before she could even voice her question, Ron noticed her confusion and asked her a question in return.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about me, but it's nothing serious."

"You don't need to be afraid of this. It's just that Sia chanting my name morning, noon, and night. Actually, he's very noisy. I can make him shut up, and then the whole world will be quiet."

Ron sighed wearily, his gaze returning to the respectfully bowing vengeful spirit, effortlessly resolving the problem that had troubled it for over two months.

Do you have any further questions?

Ron asked again, but the blond boy wasn't interested in this vengeful spirit who had defected from the Rose School, since she worshipped the Bound God, not the Mother Tree of Desire.

Therefore, this extinguished his desire to corrupt and transform the other party.

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(End of this chapter)