Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 200 Medici: Adam and I are sworn brothers!

"Arya, you should know that since you have sincerely asked me for help, you must not serve any other god."

Ron glanced at the unfortunate witch and spoke in a stern, emotionless tone.

His words were like a commandment from God, causing the shameless witch to shudder and become serious, releasing her arms from her thighs.

"Yes, great ruler of time and space, I will serve you wholeheartedly from now on and be at your beck and call."

She took a deep breath, her expression solemn, and in a very formal tone, she swore an oath of allegiance before the great being in exchange for protection.

If you're asking for a favor, you have to act like one.

Although she, a Sequence 3, is considered a big figure in the Extraordinary World, she still doesn't have enough weight in front of great beings. Even angels might not receive much attention from such beings.

So, after much deliberation, this shameless witch could only rely on her thick skin, her past acquaintance, and her own faith to plead with this great being who was of high enough status, powerful enough, and comparable to a true god.

As for why she didn't pray, it was because she had already tried and there was no response at all, which made her feel panicked, like a ball of yarn that had been messed up by a cat. That's why she took a huge risk and did this right from the start.

However, witches are something that most extraordinary people like. Their beauty combined with the amazing charm of this path makes it hard for anyone to resist them.

As the great Roselle said, ( ).

Before this, Arya was not sure if this great being would really accept her, so she could only do everything she could to please Ron, completely losing her former arrogance and queenly demeanor.

But now it seems that her life has been saved.

"What is your witch cult doing in Backlund?"

Ron looked at the witch who had breathed a huge sigh of relief and pushed up his monocle, which was made of crystal.

"Master, I've come here primarily to transport a shipment from the Southern Continent."

Arya was speaking when she suddenly felt something was wrong. Her mind went blank for a moment as she suddenly remembered that her new master's faith seemed to be spreading in the Southern Continent.

"Haha"

The ageless witch gave an awkward smile, but ultimately failed to deliver her message.

However, the blond boy understood what she meant, nodded slightly, and continued to ask.

"Who are you cooperating with? What is the main purpose of transporting those slaves here?"

"Master, if I say something, someone else might find out and become aware of it."

The witch, who appears aloof to outsiders, subtly offers a reminder.

"Ha, no need to say more, your future self has already told me."

Ron, upon hearing this, simply waved his hand dismissively, having seen her future and heard her answer.

"what?"

Aria froze, suddenly feeling a strange and terrifying sense that everything about her was seen through by this little blond boy.

It seems that her entire past and future, from birth to death, entered the eyes of this being.

The ageless witch's body tensed, and her back felt cold; this was the spiritual intuition of a demigod.

"Hmph, you should be glad that you're good for nothing except being a slut. It's because you're so useless that you're so lucky."

"Okay, I'm in Backlund now, in the West End, at 67 Williams Street."

The blond youth gave a haughty snort, belittling his subordinates with a sharp tongue, and then, without lingering there, returned directly to the real world.

The bearded man ignored him today, which greatly annoyed the great Ron Sothos.

This shows that the other party is fearless and that they must have something extremely important to them.

It could be unique, or it could be another sequence.

Ah, the tide of the times.

Ron's will partially returned to his body, and he muttered something to himself, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, deciding it was time to stir things up.

He needs to be more proactive and, ideally, find the bearded man's "Achilles' heel" and extort him handsomely.

"Serves you right for showing off. You'll regret it someday!"

The great Ron Sothos thought viciously to himself.

"Medici, do you know a bastard named Adam? He seems to be one of your eight lackeys too!"

"It's the King of Angels!"

The words that echoed throughout the entire villa had barely faded when the former war angel, wreathed in flames, appeared through the reflection in the glass.

The moment the fiery evil spirit appeared, it immediately put on a sour face, as if someone owed it a fortune.

"Judging from your appearance, you seem to know Him very well. You two aren't exactly best friends, are you?"

Even without knowing the specifics, Ron's words were still full of aggression. With just one sentence, the flames on the Red Angel's body suddenly flared up, instantly burning down the ceiling of the three-story master bedroom.

"Hahaha, Medici was killed by Adam!"

"That's right, Sauron, that's hilarious! This is what true brotherhood is all about!"

"Shut up! Weren't you two killed by that paranoid guy too?!"

Two cracks instantly appeared on the Red Angel's face, and three different voices spoke one after another, making Ron keep pushing up his monocle as if he had seen something strange.

"Hey, can you please get these two out of my body? They're so noisy!"

"I'm not called Hey. You can call me Master or Ron. The three of you are already one. At this stage, you can't be separated at all. Besides, keeping them around isn't without its benefits. At least when you advance, they can help you share the burden of the madness in the potion."

Seeing how foolish the red angel in front of him was, Ron couldn't help but share his experience. To be honest, although the two bastards inside him were quite annoying, at certain times, having them around would often produce unexpected results.

"Heh, looks like you're quite 'experienced'!"

Seeing that Ron had finally taken the bait, the War Angel gave a nonchalant provocation, seemingly in retaliation for the blond boy's earlier taunt.

"You fucking!"

Ron was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, and immediately his face fell.

However, just as he was about to make a move because he couldn't take the bait, he suddenly stopped and coldly glanced at the evil spirit in front of him.

"Ha, Medici, remember this, you asked for it!"

The great, boundless wisdom sneered and uttered a seemingly random statement that sent a chill down the hunter's spine, giving him a strange sense of foreboding.

"Okay, now tell me about Adam. How much do you know about him?"

"Actually, He is very mysterious and extremely obsessive, trying to resurrect 'the Lord' within Him. Therefore, He has been secretly guiding the 'trends of the times' in the world, seemingly trying to achieve His goal through this!"

As the red angel pondered, he revealed the information he knew.

"Leading the trend of the times should be a ritual of deification through the audience's perspective. What does His deification have to do with whether your 'Lord' is resurrected or not!"

"If someone were to be resurrected, it should be this person!"

As Ron spoke, he pointed to his left cheek, where a bloody gash had split open, revealing an eyeball that emanated an aura that was both familiar and chilling to Medici.

Seeing the red angel's increasingly grim expression, the blond youth raised his hand to wipe it away. In his will, he and the old celestial being kicked the primordial will twice, which finally made the blood and flesh on his face disappear, revealing the hidden eyes within.

"Okay, it seems you don't know much either."

The blond boy glanced at the red angel, who represented turmoil and strife, and seemed to understand something.

So he spread his little hands, nodded slightly, indicating that the great god of war could continue scrubbing the toilet.

War, war, war!

His great and boundless wisdom saw through everything, and his extremely high status and omniscient authority allowed him to easily know everything he wanted to know.

Ron now seemed to understand why the bearded man was so fearless.

Because war is also what Ron Sothos wants.

Putting aside other things, the Rose School, which believes in Him in the Southern Continent, is still at war, and Medici, who has symbolic significance, has been unsealed by Himself. All of this seems to indicate the future changes in this world.

"Tsk, I hate the audience!"

Ron Sothos did not intend to interfere too much with those Southern Continent people who believed in him.

Because he wanted to see courage to resist and break free from the status quo; he wanted to see the strength of the weak, and he believed that only the "dignity" he earned with his own hands was true "dignity."

"A 'docile' and 'obedient' servant"

Ron Sothos recalled the arrogant words of the Storm Lord's follower from a few days ago and abandoned the idea of ​​making the people of the Southern Continent suffer even more.

There are plenty of opportunities to cause trouble for the bearded man; there's no need to do something that hurts both sides.

More importantly, the will of the gods is unshakeable!

"The Witch Cult, the Royal Family is quite interesting!"

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Ron smoothed his long golden hair, preparing to go and inspect Medici's work.

But just then, Habakak suddenly appeared in front of him. As soon as he appeared, he pulled out a wad of cash and a folded piece of paper from his small pocket.

"Great Ruler of Time and Space, this is something a noble lady asked me to give you."

The tiny spirit creature, no bigger than a thumb, gave a fawning smile and respectfully handed over the cash and note in its hand.

[Dear Mr. Ron, please forgive my late letter. This is absolutely not due to a financial crisis on my part, but rather because of the "miracle" a few days ago, my parents had to send more people to protect me. Now, we have absolutely no need to worry about that, and we can complete our transaction!]

The letter was deliberately unsigned, and the handwriting was crooked and messy, as if it had been done on purpose.

Very cautious, huh?

Upon receiving the letter from the noble lady, Ron's less-than-pleasant mood lifted considerably. He could almost hear her cheerful greeting and her carefree, optimistic attitude.

"Habakak, give this to that lady, and tell her my current address. She is welcome to come and visit."

A delicate, fair hand reached into the void, retrieved the Mind Reader's trait from the King's Treasury, and tossed it to his messenger. Ron adjusted his monocle and gave him a brief instruction.

"Yes, great, supreme, and unsurpassed master, Habakka will convey your will!"

The dark green, thumb-sized Habakak disappeared, and the blond boy withdrew his gaze and left the room.

Ron had two main purposes in revealing his address to the noblewoman.

First, her identity is very special; she belongs to a noble family in the Kingdom of Rune, so she may have a better understanding of the royal family, and she may be able to accomplish something by leveraging this identity.

Secondly, it's naturally because Audrey Hall is beautiful, and they wanted to invite her over to meet more often. How could anyone refuse a beautiful young lady!

(End of this chapter)