Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 17 2-049: Don't come any closer!

Shocking! The sequence path actually has a sequence zero, and sequence zero is the rank where the true god resides.

Shockingly, extraordinary traits are conserved; they neither increase nor decrease, and similar pathways even attract each other.

Shockingly, the sequence path can actually be changed, but it can only be changed to an adjacent path.

"Hey! Mr. Ron, isn't this common sense for extraordinary individuals?!"

At that moment, Hazel, who was sitting in a bustling coffee shop frantically studying the common knowledge of extraordinary beings, suddenly looked up and complained to Ron.

The two men shouted in public, but did not attract the attention of the surrounding customers.

This situation had been going on for five days, which amazed Hazel, who witnessed the extraordinary ability to improve finger dexterity.

After five days of so-called common sense tutoring, even if Heyle was a complete novice, she was able to discover the earth-shattering secrets contained in those common sense facts.

If this were common sense, how could human society be so peaceful?

However, Ron was not aware of this at all. Was the little secret about Sequence Zero really that important?

When his authority was intact, the so-called seven gods could be reduced to ashes with just a slight gesture from him.

He has been very restrained in bragging to his good friend, adhering to the principle of keeping a low profile.

If it weren't for the fact that his good friend's life level was too weak, he would have wanted to tutor her in the knowledge of the past.

"Mr. Ron, your topic is too far off!"

"Why don't you tell me about the rituals required for each of the seven gods in the prayer ceremony?"

The girl's question stumped Ron for a long time. As someone who was always the one being asked for favors, he had no idea how to pull off a clever trick to get the attention of a great being like a tiny ant.

And he doesn't know what the current Seven Gods like.

The ritual of supplication is essentially about drawing the attention of the corresponding being through the name of the deity.

For example, there is a god who loves money very much. Even if your ritual is not up to standard, or even if you use inferior, adulterated essential oils and hydrosols, as long as your ritual altar is piled with money, He will still respond to you and even show concern for you.

The above is just an analogy; any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.

Looking into the girl's eyes, which had dark circles but were still bright and filled with admiration, Ron cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Hairo, you can't be too stressed when you're studying. Right now, you're like a rubber band that's been stretched to its limit. It'll snap if you put any pressure on it."

"What you need right now is to relax!"

"But Mr. Ron..."

The girl instinctively wanted to argue, believing she could still learn, but Ron's next words made her forget about it.

"Hmm... I haven't been in Backlund long and I'm not very familiar with the place yet. I wonder if my good friend could show me around this bustling metropolis?"

"Of course! Mr. Ron, where would you like to go? We can go to Philips Department Store; they have all sorts of fun things there."

"Oh, no, Mr. Ron, you're a gentleman, you probably don't like shopping, do you?"

"Then let's go visit the three great churches of Backlund. They are all landmark buildings in Backlund and are very magnificent."

"Oh wait, we're extraordinary beings, going to church would be like walking into a trap!"

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was caught in a self-contradiction, Ron smiled slightly and, like a gentleman admired by the Ruen nobles, extended his small hand, inviting her to go shopping.

"We can go and take a look at these."

……

Maurice Macht sensed that something was off with his daughter lately.

Not only does he leave early and return late every day, but he also sometimes stares blankly and smiles foolishly. Even during meals, his family members talk to each other much less. And most importantly, he doesn't take any servants with him when he goes out.

These unusual occurrences gave this veteran, a member of the lower house, a bad feeling. He kept wondering if his little cabbage had been taken advantage of by someone.

"No, Hazel is a very independent child. She doesn't even care about the children of nobles and wealthy families. What kind of person could possibly sway her?"

Something's not right, something's very wrong!

The old father was conflicted. On the one hand, he hoped that his daughter could be more outgoing so that she could make more friends and build a wider network of connections.

On the other hand, she didn't want her daughter to be deceived by some seemingly noble but actually pretentious young men.

So, in order to figure out the current situation, he made a point of having some free time today and planned to secretly follow his daughter to see what she was doing.

But he didn't know that his every move was being watched by a pair of golden eyes.

With a click, the door of the coffee shop, which was neither high-end nor dilapidated, was pushed open, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked out.

The tall woman, with long, wavy, dark green hair and bright, deep brown eyes, was his daughter, Hazel Macht.

The shorter one has blond hair and golden eyes, wears a monocle, and is dressed in a three-piece suit, making him look like a minor.

If it weren't for his attire, Maurice Macht would have thought Ron was a little girl rather than a teenager.

How can a man be so good-looking?!

The midday sun shone through the smog into the streets, giving this gray and monotonous city a unique vitality.

Maurice Macht watched as his daughter and the boy went to Philips department store, and saw them exchanging opinions like friends, giving each other gifts they had chosen.

Then he secretly followed them, believing he was following them very discreetly.

I watched them go to the outer perimeter of the Holy Wind Cathedral and pay homage to the majesty and authority of the Lord of Storms.

I witnessed them visit the museum in front of the Church of Saint-Cyrland and see the brilliance of steam and machinery leading human progress.

I watched them arrive at St. Samuel's Cathedral, sit on the benches in the empty square, and personally feed the white doves that showed no fear of humans.

At that moment, tears of relief welled up in the old father's eyes, as if he was marveling at how his daughter had finally grown up, become more cheerful, and even knew how to sneak out and make friends.

Although this has not yet met his expectations, it is undoubtedly a good start.

Judging from the blond boy's behavior, he was also from a respectable, wealthy family, and making friends with such a person was exactly what this father hoped for.

This means that the network of connections is different from the network he cultivated himself; it is the network of connections that his daughter possesses on her own.

In Loen, in Backlund, in this country that values ​​conservatism and etiquette, you can live without parents, you can live without siblings, but the one thing you absolutely cannot live without is friends!

The last rays of the sun shone on the earth, barely penetrating the thick barrier of smog and reaching the top of St. Samuel's Cathedral.

Gazing at the magnificent scene, imbued with a strong religious and artistic atmosphere, Ron released the white doves that were trapped in the space.

The white doves hurriedly flew away, carrying a belly full of food.

"Mr. Ron, look over there!"

The girl's voice rang out from beside her, as if she had witnessed something extremely interesting.

Ron turned his head and saw two men wearing trench coats and top hats, and a woman wearing a trench coat but no top hat, walking out of a detective agency.

They repeatedly stretched and bent their arms upwards, as if they were the performance artists described by Emperor Roselle.

Happy New Year!

I feel so awful, I actually caught a cold. _(:з」∠)_

(End of this chapter)