Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 199 Master, Aria wants to stay by your side~

After discussing the relevant information and trading the relevant items, the rather brief gathering came to an end.

Everyone was satisfied, except for the pitiful old man sitting next to Ron.

As the organizer of the gathering announced its end, everyone stood up and headed off in different directions into the ocean of the collective unconscious.

"Master, wait for me!"

Just then, as Ron was about to return to reality, a pleasant sound, like birdsong, stopped him in his tracks.

"Aria, the kind of beautiful young woman I actually hope for isn't like you!"

Seeing the witch kneeling before him, kissing the tips of his shoes, and becoming increasingly bold as she continued to climb higher, the blond boy kicked her again with a "bang," sending the boundless girl flying three meters away.

"You usually avoid me, so why are you being so proactive this time?"

"Master, we've only been apart for a month, I haven't been hiding from you at all~"

The ageless witch rose respectfully and offered a charming explanation.

Then she knelt down in front of Ron, looking at him with seductive eyes, as if to say, "Please ravage me as you please, Master!"

"Ha, what do you want? You look like one of those prostitutes in Backlund who only sees rich men!"

Ron curled his lip, immediately realizing that this witch wanted something from him; otherwise, given her personality, how could she have acted so boldly in front of him?

Unless there is absolutely no other way.

The ageless witch's eyes, like those of a fawn in the forest, flickered slightly. Her alluring expression faltered for a moment, and she gave a stiff, awkward laugh:

"Master~ I just miss you and want to serve you. I'll do anything you ask~"

As she spoke, she hugged Ron's legs again, as if they were her last lifeline.

Through the soft fabric, the witch, as noble as a queen, revealed her vulnerability, as if she would offer her most perfect self to the handsome young man the moment he opened his mouth.

Enjoying the soft rubbing and listening to Arya's sweet, bird-like whispers, Ron was certain that she was indeed in big trouble.

And it's a life-threatening problem!

"Speak, what do you want? Although you weren't devout enough, never chanting my name since you left, but... stay away from me, and don't kiss me again!"

The blond boy reached out and pushed away the beautiful face that had already kissed his thigh.

"Master~ It's because your avatar is more beautiful than me, I really like you. When are you going to call me back? I want to serve by your side~"

"Stop talking nonsense, spit it out!"

Ron did not refuse to enjoy the witch's affection. His hand caressed Aria's firm, smooth face and her long, white, and glossy hair before he pulled her away sharply, stopping her from continuing to kiss him.

"Master, it seems the Primordial Being knows about my faith in you!"

Arya felt the pain in her hair and finally behaved herself. She was both disappointed and relieved that she did not try to please her master with her body again.

She furrowed her pretty brows and pursed her pink lips as she spoke.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. You've never prayed to me, how could He have found you!"

Ron pinched the witch's smooth cheek, gave a haughty hum, and stared intently at this disobedient subordinate who needed to be disciplined with his golden eyes.

An overwhelming aura pressed down on the ageless witch, Aria. Her body suddenly trembled, and terror filled her eyes. She struggled desperately, and drops of sweat dripped down, leaving her clothes soaked through on her neck, abdomen, chest, and thighs.

Perhaps a moment passed, or perhaps eternity, but the witch collapsed to the ground, daring not to conceal anything in the slightest.

"Master, I... I think I've been targeted by an evil god or demon..."

"I, I, they are looking for me!"

The scum witch hugged the blond boy's lower body again, her head pressed tightly against the handsome boy's lower abdomen, her softness still rubbing against him, completely devoid of the arrogance of a high-sequence individual.

"That's a Sequence Two demon! Master, you have to help me, or your servant will be eaten!"

The ageless witch spoke rapidly, fearing that her only lifeline would be severed.

"Then why didn't you tell the higher-ups in your witch cult?"

Ron pushed up his monocle and asked in a slightly scrutinizing tone.

Upon hearing this, a complex expression appeared on Arya's face. She stopped her attempts to please and said dejectedly:

"Master, the Witch Cult seems to be suspicious of me too, suspecting that I'm no longer getting close to the Primordial One and have switched sides."

"Oh? How did they know!?"

"Well, it's because I haven't been back to headquarters for a long time for that kind of private gathering that only happens every few years, a gathering 'the kind' held under the watchful eye of the 'Primal Witch'."

The blond boy was stunned when he heard this, not expecting that these witches were really playing tricks. But before he could ask any more questions, he heard Aria complaining bitterly.

"Master, the witch cult is no good, and the primordial witch they worship is no benevolent god!"

"They've been trying to get closer to the Primordial One, wanting to become the Primordial One, but in the end, they'll definitely not have a good ending. I'm hiding outside to avoid getting too close to the Primordial One and unknowingly becoming like Him."

"If you want to stay true to yourself, this is what you have to do," said the old "scholar" when he invited me.

"Master, you must help me! That Sequence Two demon has been trying to eat me, and the Witch Cult has also sent a demigod to test me. If I'm not careful, you'll lose your obedient and sensible servant!"

After saying that, the ageless witch Aria couldn't help but clutch this last straw again, trying to exchange her own body for a chance to live.

As Emperor Russell aptly put it, "If you walk by the river long enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet."

At this moment, this fickle, two-timing witch is the best example.

"How did that demon target you?"

Ron felt the soft embrace of the witch, stroked her white hair, and asked the question that interested him most.

"Ahem, Master, as you know, good cosmetics are very expensive. I haven't been back to headquarters for a long time and have been supporting myself. So, I thought I'd seduce a banker in Backlund."

"But I was almost in control of his fortune when it turned out there was a ritual in his basement to summon demons."

"Me, me"

The ageless witch stammered, unable to understand why she was so unlucky. She looked up at the great being who could save her, her eyes filled with "grievance" tears and expectation.

"Alright, Arya, this is the last time. Since you voluntarily asked for my help, you'll have to believe in me from now on!"

"If you dare to continue like this, no one can save you!"

(End of this chapter)