Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 166 Adam asked me to pass on a message to you

[Old man, are you there?]

After hesitating for a long time, the great and boundless wisdom finally sent out this polite greeting that it had been thinking about for so long.

After all, when you need someone's help, you can't appear too rude.

Given the extraordinary nature of the audience pathway, he intended to find the bearded man, but Ron searched inside the cross for a long time without finding the corresponding number.

Therefore, it was only natural that he would target the high-level employees of the Twilight Hermit Society.

Within seconds, the silver cross pendant that the blond boy hadn't had time to put down began to flash with a burst of light.

"Heh, Mr. Time, that's quite a surprise. You actually contacted me. What can I do for you?"

Upon receiving the message from the "scholar," Ron tilted his head, seemingly seeing the other person diligently working beside the cross pendant.

I desire the extraordinary qualities of a "mind reader." As an observer, shouldn't you possess these low-level extraordinary qualities?

A flash of white light signified that his message had been successfully delivered.

However, less than three seconds after Ron sent the message, the silver cross pendant began to flash again, demonstrating Mr. Hermes's unwavering dedication and professionalism in his work.

I don't have the characteristics of Sequence Eight. What else do you want? I'm busy, don't try to use this as an excuse to tease me.

The old scholar's message was filled with helplessness, as if he was recalling the time at the last gathering when the little brat had tricked him time and time again with his unscrupulous behavior.

As for why He thought the blond boy was making fun of Him, it was naturally because the other party, an angel king, needed His help to find a Sequence 8 attribute.

Isn't that embarrassing?!

Moreover, in all his years of service, He had never encountered such a troublesome member. Even Roselle, who often made lewd jokes at parties, had not given Hermes such a headache.

Where are you? I miss you. Let's talk in person!

However, Ron had no intention of letting Hermes off the hook. Feeling that this old man dared to be perfunctory with him, he immediately turned cold and wanted to find out where Hermes was.

A faint white light flashed, and the message was sent, but this time, no one replied.

Half an hour later.

The extraordinary qualities of the "mind reader" have been found; I await you inside the church where the meeting is being held.

Outside the grand, magnificent, and resplendent church, a golden figure emerges.

Ron didn't look at the magnificent steeple church again, but pushed open the heavy arched door and stepped inside.

Good afternoon, Mr. Time!

The familiar, aged voice, carrying an ancient aura, entered Ron's ears, instantly darkening the blond boy's face.

The same method, the same greeting, but the feelings they evoke are worlds apart.

"Perhaps you should use your insightful abilities to discern the identity of a young girl, since your near-death state is hardly suitable for greetings."

Ron scoffed, giving Hermes a poor review of his "doorman" job and offering his own suggestions for improvement.

"Mr. Time, this isn't a big problem. This is the 'mind reader' trait you wanted."

Hearing this disdainful tone, the high-level employee inwardly curled his lip, disagreeing with Ron's thoughts and opinions.

His opening remarks have been going on for thousands of years, and no one has ever given a bad review.

"Didn't you say you didn't have the characteristics of a 'mind reader'?"

"Mr. Time, just because I don't have it doesn't mean others don't either."

Hermes, seated in his place, paid no attention to the exposed lie, and instead smiled and said to the blond boy:

"Alright, Mr. Time, since you've accepted my help, then based on the principle of fair trade, you also have to help me with something."

The cunning old man, as if he had planned it all along, chuckled as he spoke, revealing his true colors.

"Okay, what is it?"

Ron did not refuse; he nodded slightly and looked directly at the "scholar" with the white goatee.

"This isn't a difficult task, and it's something you could easily accomplish."

"I have a magical artifact from the astral plane, which I named 'Rotting Meteor.' It is extremely dangerous, carrying an unknown curse. Even though I have sealed it away layer by layer, its negative effects are still terrifying."

"While sealed, using it for too long could even kill a demigod!"

Hermes' tone became slightly more serious. He looked at the angel king before him and gave a brief introduction to the dangerous item that needed to be sealed away.

"Coming from the astral plane, even after you sealed it away, its negative effects are still terrifyingly great?"

"Yes, that's right, it's extremely dangerous."

"No, what I mean is, is it possible that your skill level is insufficient? Perhaps you should go and find your leader."

What are you saying? What are you saying? What kind of talk is this?

Upon hearing Ron's disdainful words, Hermes was momentarily stunned, a sense of familiarity washing over him, making his old heart feel heavy.

"The astral plane is always dangerous, full of mystery and all sorts of strange things."

"That's why I wanted you to help me reinforce the seal. It shouldn't be too difficult for you."

The old gentleman, with his goatee and scholarly air, took a deep breath. He first stubbornly defended himself, and finally made his request.

"Oh? Is that so? Does your leader have any other messages for me to convey?"

The blond boy didn't rush to answer. He first adjusted his monocle and asked the question that made Hermes suffer another stroke.

Ron wasn't surprised by the old man's request, since he'd been a member of the gathering for so long that even if the bearded man was being roundabout, the first probing was bound to happen by now.

Moreover, the astral plane that the worker kept mentioning contained extremely dangerous items, which was practically a blatant hint to him.

After all, for angels, apart from the ancient gods outside the barrier, there are very few things in the astral plane that can be considered dangerous.

"."

Hearing the question from the King of Angels that was completely unrelated to the commission, Hermes fell silent for a moment, finally realizing that something was wrong. It seemed that He had been arranged yet again without realizing it.

"Why can't you just talk to me about this kind of thing normally? Why do you have to do it this way?"

The greatest mystic in human history, the creator of the ancient Hermes language, felt that he could not live like this anymore, and he could not understand the actions of his leader.

This is even more annoying than a fortune teller who only tells you half the story and then smiles at you without saying anything in the end!

(End of this chapter)