Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 19 Let's Take Care of the Kids! Night Watchman!

A thrilling battle filled with all sorts of tricks quickly came to an end.

The current despicable and shameless candidate for Celestial Venerable deceived the poor esoteric worker, leading him into a trap set by this vile fellow, where he was unable to move and was eventually shot multiple times and died on the spot.

What a treacherous and cunning fellow!

Ron silently commented in his mind.

He stared intently at Klein Moretti, who was running to his teammates with a gun in hand, hoping that Moretti would fire a barrage of shots and kill all his teammates, thus revealing his incredibly evil nature.

But things didn't turn out the way Ron had imagined.

Klein Moretti rescued his teammates one by one, seemingly intending to continue his pretense in pursuit of a larger scheme.

What an extremely hypocritical fellow, he's practically on par with the Dead Ghost, no wonder he's a candidate for Him!

I, Ron Sothos, approve of you!

After rescuing his teammates and cleaning up the battlefield, Klein looked around as if searching for something, because just now, he felt a burning gaze fixed on him from behind.

However, as a diviner, an extraordinary person who makes a living through divination, he quickly pinpointed the location of the person he was looking at.

Behind the wooden crates piled up on the side of the warehouse, someone was watching them, staring at them!

Seeing that his teammates were no longer weak and were recovering one by one, Klein turned around, drew his gun, and aimed it at the blond boy who had come out.

and many more! ?

She's come out of it on her own!?

Shouldn't the normal situation be that I draw my gun and force you to come out with your hands up?

As his thoughts raced, Klein coughed, swallowing the threatening words that had already reached the back of his tongue.

Klein's teammates reacted to his actions one by one, drawing their guns and aiming them at the blond boy with a monocle who was already standing in place.

"child?"

After seeing Ron's attire and appearance clearly, Dunn Smith spoke with some confusion and shortness of breath.

He unconsciously lowered the muzzle of his gun, carefully examining Ron, a blond man with golden eyes, who was a dozen meters away and whose gender was indistinguishable.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

Klein spoke loudly, because he was the least injured among those present and could support the task of asking questions loudly.

When Ron heard the question from the despicable candidate, his eyes instantly turned cold and authoritative. He gave a haughty snort and answered Klein's question with disdain.

"Hmph! Why should I tell you this while I'm here!?"

Seeing the arrogant expression on the boy's face, the night watchmen were not alarmed at all. Instead, they all breathed a sigh of relief. What they were most worried about at this moment was the enemy from before and his helpers.

Ron's performance eliminated that option for them, since the enemy wouldn't willingly emerge from their hiding place and then arrogantly engage in idle chatter with them, a group of severely injured Night Watchers who wouldn't last long.

"Little one, what's your name? When did you get here?"

Seeing that Klein's questioning had no effect, Dunn Smith immediately adjusted his tone and asked the question again in a gentle manner.

As an experienced person, he could tell the boy's personality at a glance, so he asked questions in a much more polite tone, without the tough attitude he had towards enemies.

"Perhaps this is what Emperor Rosell referred to as the period of rebellion..."

Dunn silently made a mental assessment of the boy's personality.

As expected, as soon as these much gentler words came out, the boy dropped his arrogant expression and reluctantly answered the question.

"My name is Ron Sothos, and I arrived here by accident!"

Accident?

Before the night watchmen could react to what this unexpected event meant, they were shocked by Ron's next words.

"I know you're asking me why I'm here and what that means."

"I saw everything you were fighting just now~"

At this point, Ron ignored the Night Watchers, whose faces were growing increasingly dark, and his eyes revealed Hazel's signature clear-eyed stupidity.

"You're all superhumans, aren't you!?"

The blond boy's words immediately weighed heavily on the minds of the night watchmen.

Good news! Mission accomplished! The Antigonus family notes have been successfully retrieved.

The bad news is that the mission was discovered by ordinary people.

This is not considered a serious breach of confidentiality regulations, since such things inevitably happen occasionally. However, given the situation today, they will all have to submit a work report.

Furthermore, they would have to deal with the troublesome aftermath, getting the boy to sign a confidentiality agreement to ensure that the matter of the extraordinary individual would not be leaked.

"No, he looks only about ten years old. His parents need to come over so that the problem can be truly resolved..."

Dunn put down his revolver, rubbed his temples with a slight headache, and made a mental note of the task to ensure he wouldn't forget it.

"Leonard, your injury is minor. You stay here and guard the scene to make sure no other pedestrians come by. I'll call Fry and the others to take over."

"Oh, right, we also need to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesn't run around."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dunn Smith pointed to the blond, golden-eyed boy who had been brought over by Borgia and the others.

"No problem, Captain. I'm best at coaxing kids."

Leonard Mitchell, with his striking black hair, green eyes, and poetic air, nodded to Dunn, indicating that he would handle the matter.

After giving his instructions and making sure nothing was overlooked, Dunn and the other team members escorted the Antigonus family's notes and seal 2-049 away from the scene.

A gentle breeze swept by, and in the warehouse courtyard where Riel Bieber was hiding, only Leonard and Ron, wearing a monocle, remained.

Leonard Mitchell didn't hide his curiosity. He carefully examined Ron, seemingly having never seen such a handsome young man before.

"And her demeanor and clothing don't seem to be cultivated in an ordinary family..."

As Leonard was pondering this to himself, he saw the blond boy next to him push up his monocle over his right eye.

"Ron Sothos? Is that your name? May I call you Ron?"

"Um."

The boy beside him gave a curt reply.

Seeing that the blond boy had lost his arrogance and become much more approachable, Leonard decided to strike while the iron was hot and take the opportunity to learn more about him.

"Ron, what are you doing here? Did you sneak out of home?"

"I have no home."

The words, cold, indifferent, and even somewhat heartbreaking, came from the blond boy's mouth, and those words struck Leonard's heart like a sledgehammer weighing hundreds of tons.

"I'm sorry, I brought up a bad topic."

Leonard apologized somewhat awkwardly, scratching his head sheepishly in an attempt to ease the tense atmosphere.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to press on and try to steer the boy away from the topic he had just brought up.

"Ron, what about your father and mother? They certainly wouldn't let you run away alone, would they?"

"I have no father."

"I don't have a mother either."

Another cold, indifferent, yet heartbreakingly poignant voice rang out, shattering Leonard's smile with a blow that carried the weight of a pillar and its symbolism.

I'm so damn stupid!

(End of this chapter)