Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 195 The Red Maid of the Ron Family (3K)

"It's the King of Angels!"

The war angel Medici initially retorted defiantly, then swiftly retreated to a corner of the dark room, pressing his back tightly against the wall, daring not to make the slightest movement.

As for Sauron and Einhorn, who were with Him, they no longer showed themselves, or rather, they dared not show themselves at all.

Because the current situation is somewhat complicated.

Even though they were once in absolute high positions, they were still bewildered.

For a moment, the two people and six mouths in the room fell silent again.

The silence caused Ron and the Angel of War to unconsciously exchange glances.

In the darkness where no light could be seen, they seemed to see in each other's eyes the complex and unfathomable emotions, and...

Helplessness in the face of harsh reality.

As the saying goes, "The gods make friends—true friends are hard to find."

These two unfortunate souls, who shared the same fate, met, and their first reaction was not to test each other or make a deal.

It's more like a deep understanding of me!

"Alright, King of Angels it is. It seems you need some help?"

The blond boy habitually pushed up his monocle, his liking for this guy who had a similar experience to his own skyrocketing.

In this vast and cold world, it is truly rare to find someone who completely understands him.

No, it's not that it's rare, it's that it's practically nonexistent!

And now it seems there's one more!

Ron's simple action of adjusting his monocle made the War Angel's eyelids twitch slightly.

He recognized who the monocle belonged to, but He did not believe it was a prank by Amon.

Because the guy in front of you is hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times more terrifying than Amon!

"Who are you!?"

Instead of trying to provoke people to gain information, the hunter actually asked his question in a very serious manner.

"I am the master of time and space, the ultimate point where all things return to one, the all-knowing and all-seeing infinite wisdom..."

"The great Ron Sothos!"

The blond boy raised his head and spoke arrogantly, his voice becoming sacred and majestic, attempting to demonstrate his greatness.

"I don't need the help of any external god. Leave!"

Upon hearing the name of this authority, Medici's eyes glazed over for a moment, as if he were thinking of his former boss.

"oh!"

The blond boy simply said "oh," then turned and closed the stone door, appearing very polite.

However, as he stepped outside, he pushed up his monocle, crafted from crystal, once more, causing the lens to reflect a cold glint in the darkness.

He then raised his hand and used his authority and symbolism to seal the room layer by layer. The seal was extremely strong and carried a distinct divine aura.

Even Amon, who was lurking in the air, had no way of getting in.

Mysterious and intricate patterns appeared before the War Angel's eyes. Sensing everything that was happening outside, His face twitched. He couldn't understand how there could be such a filthy and rotten person in the world.

Get the bamboo shoots!

"Hey! Wait a minute, you're a three-in-one too, right!?"

"Don't go! I think we still have things in common!"

"For example, how to help you grow taller, how to make your little radish head bigger!"

This was a sarcastic remark made in an attempt to retain Ron.

The blond boy's eyelids twitched when he heard these words, and he finally stopped doubting the identity of the "hunter" in the room.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the 0-08 in his hand, his meaning all too clear.

Is this what you mean by "speaking nicely"?

[Master, He speaks so sweetly to the ancient sun god; he still needs your guidance!]

0-08 immediately shifted the blame, stating that the problem was not with them at all.

"Ha, I never expected to run into a deadbeat. What bad luck!"

The great Ron Sothos finally couldn't contain his true nature and immediately grinned and uttered a sarcastic remark.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I never expected to meet someone like you who's a triple threat..."

As for the War Angel, she could tell that the guy in front of her seemed to have other purposes, so she immediately grinned and retorted.

These two men, who had similar experiences and shared the same interests, were momentarily stunned. They felt that the awkward atmosphere from before had finally disappeared, and it seemed that this kind of conversation was the way they should be interacting.

That's just right!

"Ha, you have a lot of courage, worthy of your title as a Red Angel."

"I'm not going to waste my breath on you. Listen carefully, I'm only going to say this once."

"I need a servant, and I think you're a good fit. If you agree, I'll free you from your restrictions and let you leave this place."

"If you don't agree, then you can stay here forever!"

"You have the choice. I'm relatively easygoing and won't take your life!"

Ron shrugged, offering what he called the freedom of choice.

What kind of free choice is this?!

Hearing this utterly hypocritical statement, the Red Angel Medici clenched his fists involuntarily. Even as an evil spirit without a physical body, he could feel his blood pressure soaring.

He has seen shameless people, and even more people who openly admit their shamelessness.

But He had never seen anyone like this little brat who was shameless on the one hand and boastful on the other!

Even those three traitors did not deny the fact that they had betrayed their master!

The other party's actions just now were undoubtedly a warning to Him, warning Him that He only had one chance, and if He chose wrong, He might never have another chance to leave this place!

"Ha, what are you saying? I don't even need to choose!"

In a flash of thought, the Red Angel immediately forced a smile and made a sarcastic remark in a gentle, spring-like tone.

"Oh? You mean you don't want to be my servant anymore!?"

Ron pretended not to understand what the other person meant, his little face instantly darkened, and he immediately turned around to walk out of the stone gate.

"Hey! Wait, what I meant was I wouldn't mind having another job!"

Seeing the little brat's actions, Medici's amusement vanished. He quickly spoke up, stopping Ron from taking his place, causing the blond boy to turn and give him a disdainful glance.

"Tch~ Very well, since you've so sincerely agreed, then call me 'Master,' the great Red Angel?"

However, faced with Medici's choice, Endless Wisdom did not intend to let him off the hook. It immediately revealed its wicked nature and retaliated with a smile for Medici's earlier mockery.

"That's enough, don't go too far!"

Upon hearing this, Medici's face turned green, as if he felt that his dignity as the King of Angels had been seriously challenged, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

"Oh"

"Hey! Don't go! I'll call you!"

However, faced with the blond brat who held His life in his hands, the great angel of war ultimately bowed to reality.

"Go ahead and shout, I'm listening~"

The triumphant words echoed in the dark underground room, causing Medici's face to twitch slightly in the darkness.

"Master...Master..."

Suddenly, a faint sound came from inside the room.

"Speak louder, I can't hear you!"

"You little brat, don't go too far!!!"

"Hmph~"

Seeing that the other party had learned its lesson for its foul mouth, Ron gave a haughty hum and stopped insisting that the other party continue to call him master.

The blue light twinkled like stars, freeing this ancient evil spirit from the limitations of distance, allowing it to appear freely all over the world, just like other spirit creatures.

"Come with me. I just bought this property today, so I should have plenty of work to do. I'd like to test your professional skills while I'm at it!"

The blond boy waved, signaling the terrifying evil spirit behind him, which was much taller than him, to follow him.

The War Angel was somewhat puzzled by Ron's words, vaguely sensing that something was amiss. But before he could think about it, he felt the surrounding space distort and found himself in an unfamiliar room.

With a "thud," a broom with a wooden handle fell to the ground in front of the King of Angels.

He crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, and watched the scene, not understanding what the little brat meant.

"Hey, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and clean this house, including the front lawn, the back garden, the stable, the basement, and the servants' quarters!"

"Oh right, it's almost noon, hurry up and cook me some food!"

Ron raised his head and looked arrogantly at his new subordinate, casually giving an order.

"You mean I need to do this kind of 'servant' work, instead of fighting a massive war?"

Seeing the little brat's arrogant expression, War Angel Medici suppressed the anger that was about to erupt in his heart, gritted his teeth, glared, and questioned incredulously, as if doubting the meaning of life.

"Yes, are you brain-dead? I told you, I want a servant!"

The blond boy unsurprisingly gave an affirmative answer, leaving Medici momentarily stunned and standing there dumbfounded for a long time.

This is outrageous! You're insulting me! You're provoking me! I'm done! I'd rather rot in the ground!

"snort!"

A heavy, cold snort echoed within the noble residence. The War Angel picked up a broom and slammed it down with a "thud," expressing his dissatisfaction.

"If you won't do it, plenty of others will!"

Ron was also taken aback when he saw this ungrateful fellow; he had never seen such an arrogant servant before!

He immediately shouted and raised his hand to reseal the foul-mouthed guy.

But just then, the Red Angel Medici unleashed bursts of flame, burning away all the dust, debris, and trash in the room, and even thoughtfully drying the damp walls, demonstrating her professionalism.

"Tch~ I don't need such a low-level tool!"

Going back is out of the question. Letting it rot in the ground is just an empty threat. Hunters are flexible and adaptable, which is the essence of this approach.

"Ha, you're quite amusing. I seriously suspect you were provoking me just now!"

The expression of boundless wisdom froze on his face. He lowered his raised arm, adjusted his monocle, and then said:

"Alright, now that you understand your job, go cook. I think there are some leftover ingredients here!"

"snort!"

With another angry snort, the War Angel, filled with dissatisfaction with her position, entered the kitchen.

He looked at the piles of ingredients, then at the strange thing that looked like a stove, and fell into deep thought.

However, as the King of Angels, this outdated old-fashioned man sensed the flammable gas inside the gas pipeline.

Without hesitation, just like chopping firewood in ancient times, he split the gas pipe in two with a single chop.

Seeing the flammable gas leaking out, the Red Angel was full of confidence. Then, under the blond boy's idiotic gaze, she "popped" and plucked a wisp of flame.

With a loud "boom," the kitchen of the house exploded instantly.

In the instant the flames shot into the sky, the great and boundless wisdom suddenly realized that this foul-mouthed fellow was probably really provoking it.

But he still couldn't find any evidence!

"Damn it, you just wait!"

The blond boy roared in exasperation, remembering a reliable figure.

I miss Klein at noon when he's not around!

(End of this chapter)