Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 162 Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

Ten seconds later

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! It's going to break! It's going to break!!!"

The overconfident Mr. Clown was naturally defeated. He was lying on the floor, his little finger and right hand twisted behind his back by the 1.5-meter-tall boy, while his left hand was waving around his side, trying to break free from the blond boy's control.

"Hmph, ╯^╰. What did I do wrong?"

Ron casually sat down on Klein's back, scoffed, and once again forcefully pried open the other's little finger.

This time, the blond boy wasn't going to let the guy who kept offending him off so easily.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have provoked Lord Ron Sothos!!!"

Perhaps because of his advancement to Sequence Eight, this cunning fellow seemed to have sensed something and immediately backed down, attempting to deceive the great and boundless wisdom.

"You poor wretch, that's what you said last time. Do you think I'll believe you this time?"

However, the blond boy curled his lip, dismissing the insincere apology with disdain.

"Ron, let go first, we can talk. I can buy you honey cake, crème brûlée, apple pie, nut biscuits, Intis ice cream, and sweet iced tea!!!"

Mr. Clown's mind raced, and he immediately rattled off a string of rhymes without the slightest hesitation, as if these desserts wouldn't cost him any money.

"Tch~ That's more like it!"

Feeling Klein's sincerity beneath him, the blond boy's heart wavered slightly. Various desserts flashed through his mind, and he hummed, ending his bedtime game with Mr. Fool.

"Ron, how did you do that?! Can you teleport?!"

After a while, feeling the soreness in his little finger, Klein Moretti took a deep breath, immediately stood up, and asked in surprise.

The moment he stretched out his palm, his vision blurred, and the little kid in front of him vanished instantly, reappearing behind him. Then he felt a tremendous force strike him, and then the scene he just witnessed unfolded.

He was pinned to the ground without any power to resist.

Although it's quite disgraceful to be defeated twice in a row by a kid who looks about ten years old, a quick-thinking person can still deduce something from this incident.

He sparred with Leonard a few times in the afternoon and confirmed that with his current skills, even if he couldn't beat the poet in a simple fight, the poet wouldn't be able to defeat him either.

But now, he's been so pathetically pinned to the ground by a little brat.

It's understandable that I couldn't beat it at Sequence 9, but if I still can't beat it at Sequence 8 after drinking the potion, then what was the point of drinking the potion?

"Hmph, that wasn't teleportation. I just paused time, got behind you, and pinned you to the ground."

When Ron heard the poor man's question, he was in a good mood and told him the truth.

Stopping time? You're kidding me! You think you can smash Waludo?! You don't even like bread.

Although some people in this world love to tell the truth, not everyone will believe them. Klein Moretti was one of them. He didn't believe the blond boy's clumsy lie and immediately muttered a curse in his heart.

He was more convinced than this unreliable answer that the little brat could travel through the spirit world like Mr. Azik's messenger.

Only in this way could he instantly get behind him.

Mr. Clown rubbed his little finger again to ease the pain, wiped away the cold sweat that had broken out, and smiled, saying:

"Little Ron, tell me honestly, do you know anything about the methods of fortune tellers?"

That was Klein's purpose for tonight, because he suddenly remembered something in the afternoon.

That's the little brat. He first appeared when the Night Watchers were searching for the Antigonus family notes, and his behavior today suggests that he's quite knowledgeable about the path of the diviner.

This inevitably made the young night watchman, who harbored a great secret, think twice.

"Of course, I'm quite familiar with it."

The blond boy pursed his lips, arrogantly raised his head, and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

"Hehehe, little Ron, can you tell me about it? You know, I'm also an Extraordinary One on this path, so I'm very curious about it."

Having received confirmation, Klein Moretti smiled knowingly and went to Ron's side, pretending to massage his shoulders.

"Klein, to be honest, I'm not too surprised that you've taken the path of a diviner, given how cowardly and foolish you are."

The blond youth first made a sarcastic remark, then asked in an arrogant tone:

"For the sake of those cakes you had, tell me, what do you want to know?"

What is cowardice and stupidity? That's called caution and prudence!

Klein first mentally scoffed, then secretly whispered:

"Ron, do you know the Antigonus family?"

The moment his question left his mouth, he saw the golden head in his line of sight casually sway.

"Hmph, I don't know them. Don't bother asking about such weaklings I've never heard of!"

The blond boy enjoyed Mr. Fool's perfectly timed techniques, shaking his head and answering questions with obvious pleasure.

"Ron, do you know about the Secret Order?"

Ignoring his disappointment, Klein Moretti asked again, hoping to find out if the mysterious blond boy could provide any more information.

"Hmph, what kind of organization is this? I've never heard of it!"

However, Ron grunted again and shook his head, causing Mr. Joker to unconsciously tighten his grip a little.

"Little Ron, do you even know what Hornachis and Fregra mean?"

The young Night Watcher narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the blond boy with an air of disdain, and asked the question about the babbling he heard every time he took a potion.

"Never heard of it, never heard of it. Can't you ask about something more advanced, like this?"

Before Ron could finish speaking, he felt a sudden increase in the force on his shoulder, pulling him backward and causing him to fall onto the soft white bed with a thud.

Before he could even get up and figure out what had gotten into this poor bastard, Ron heard an extremely grating taunt.

"You know nothing about this and nothing about that, what use are you?!"

Klein Moretti looked at the pretentious little brat lying on the bed and was furious. He felt that the little brat was definitely making fun of him.

As the saying goes, "Anger arises from the heart, and evil is born from the gall," Mr. Clown forgot his previous lesson and instantly became tough.

He stretched out his wicked hands and pinched the blond boy's delicate face tightly, then began to knead it quickly, just like kneading dough when making pancakes.

Feeling the smooth, firm, and soft texture on his palm, Klein Moretti felt as if he were rubbing a fat cat. This warm and soft sensation instantly became addictive to him.

But just then, as he was happily massaging his wrists, two hands suddenly reached out and gripped them tightly.

Although these hands were small, they were incredibly strong. In just one second, they effortlessly pried open the clown's arm, which was using all his strength.

Ron's cold, piercing gaze emanated from beneath his disheveled blond hair, sending a chill down Klein's spine.

Ten seconds later...

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! It's going to break! It's going to break!!!"

(End of this chapter)