Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 160 The Temptation from the Evil God and Time-Space Ruler

"What do you need me for? The card game is about to start this afternoon!"

Ron tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes fixed on the "ashamed" guy.

He didn't take this senior deacon of the Church of the Night too seriously, because the other party had only called him over to try and find out about his background or origins.

As for the possibility of his identity being exposed, Ron didn't even consider it. If he had any doubts about it for even a second, it would be a sign of his lack of confidence in his own symbol and authority.

Although after these two months of activities, the Seven Gods have most likely learned of his existence, but where he is is unknown not only to himself, but even to the mysterious bearded man.

As for the hidden power held by the Goddess of Night, the blond boy was naturally wary, but in the endless future, there is always the possibility that even the hidden power cannot be discovered.

Symbolically speaking, Ron Sothos's authority somewhat restrains the goddess of night; as the saying goes, he is above and the goddess of night is below. No matter how ancient and hidden the secret, it will eventually see the light of day again.

As the famous saying goes, "You can't hide fire with paper."

"It's nothing, I just wanted to chat with you, since it's part of my job."

The senior deacon chuckled and straightened his crisp trench coat.

Upon hearing this, Ron grunted twice, his gaze sweeping over the box on the table, and said calmly:

"I heard from Dunn that you are a high-ranking deacon of the Church of the Night?"

"That's right!"

"So you're a chosen one of the goddess of night?"

"Hmm...you could say that, but I don't consider myself a favorite of the goddess."

Crestais answered modestly to show his own devout faith.

"Have you ever seen whether the Goddess of the Night is beautiful or not?"

"ah!?"

Kresta Cecima was taken aback; clearly, this highly unexpected topic was something he hadn't anticipated.

The senior deacon on night duty frowned slightly. He wanted to admonish Ron to show respect to the gods, but when his gaze fell on the blond boy's blinking eyes, he inexplicably changed the sermon that was about to come out of his mouth.

The other person is just a child, it's normal that they don't understand these things.

"I can only say I don't know the answer to your question, since I don't know the specific appearance of the goddess either."

"Oh, I see. So, are you married or do you have a girlfriend?"

The blond boy drew out his words and asked another unrelated and slightly awkward question.

"Uh, no, I plan to remain unmarried for life, to uphold my faith!"

"Wow, tsk tsk tsk, never marrying for life, you're really something!"

Upon hearing the blond boy's praise, Kreste Cecima's lips, hidden beneath his collar, curled into a slight smile.

But before the butler could finish being happy, he heard a sentence that made him break out in a cold sweat.

"You wouldn't happen to be someone who likes your goddess, would you?"

The voice, like a curse or the whisper of an evil god, lingered in his mind for a long time.

This doesn't mean he's actually interested in the goddess of the night, but as a devout believer, the topics the blond boy brings up always leave him speechless and give him the feeling of skirting the line.

On the one hand, he felt that such topics were blasphemous and only brought up when evil gods and demons were bewitching people.

On the other hand, he also felt that the blond boy's way of thinking was very unique, as if he was expressing some kind of philosophy inherent in the field of theology, or perhaps he was not saying anything at all.

"Ron, you must treat faith, especially the divine, with utmost seriousness; you can't treat it like a joke!"

Kresta Cecima's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately gave a stern warning.

"Oh, really? But didn't you just say you would never marry and that you were committed to your beliefs?"

"Besides, as a high-ranking butler, you have to travel to dangerous places and complete all sorts of missions. Your salary probably isn't much. Even Dunn has a girlfriend, while you're still single. If you didn't like your goddess, what would you be doing this for?"

"What did Emperor Rosell say again? Something like, 'lick...'"

"cough!"

Ron was adjusting his monocle as he spoke words of "bewitching" and disturbing people's minds, but before he could finish, Kreste Cecima cleared his throat and abruptly interrupted him.

"Faith is faith, and what Emperor Rosell called a sycophant is a sycophant; the two are not the same!"

Having already been "bewitched" by the "evil god" in a few words and fallen into the trap, the senior deacon of the Church of the Night emphasized a point, attempting to distinguish between the two.

"But there's not much difference between the two. Both require a large initial investment, but the returns are often minimal. And while you did get a reward by becoming a senior butler, it was just for a better job."

The blond boy shrugged, getting straight to the heart of the matter, which once again shook the senior butler's unwavering faith.

"Pah, Fatty, look at your face! You're utterly despicable, vile, and filthy! I bet you're just jealous that the Night Goddess's followers are smarter than yours!"

"That's right, Sothos, you really are shameless and despicable!"

Just then, the two wills within Ron's mind, seeing the blond boy's evil deeds, each took the lead and stood on the moral high ground to point fingers.

"Ha, you two bastards are blind! How can you spout nonsense without evidence?"

The blond boy inwardly scoffed, dismissing the lukewarm comments in his mind.

He raised his head again, looking at the somewhat grimacing senior deacon. Kreste Cecima lowered his raised collar, chuckled, and said:

"Heh, little Ron, you're quite the smooth operator. You're not a believer in goddesses, are you?"

"If you believe in any god, then that god is really in trouble, having gained a shrewd follower like you."

Ron's lips twitched at the words of the Night Watchman's High Deacon. He thought of the Fool, who outwardly appeared to be a believer, and realized that what the other man said did indeed make some sense.

"Alright, that's enough small talk. You are indeed as mischievous and talkative as the records say."

"I called you here mainly to inform you that we have already informed all the night watch teams to keep an eye on your situation, but don't have too high hopes. I hope you can look to the future rather than the past."

Krestai shrugged, indicating that he had finished speaking, then stood up, picked up the black box on the table, and went with the blond boy to the Night Watchman's office.

"Dunner, this little guy will have to stay with you. After all, no one in the Sanctuary knows how to take care of children. It's almost time; I need to catch the next steam train!"

(End of this chapter)