Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 204 Please come inside, Mr. Ron

"Arya, you traitor!"

"Oh dear, little sister, you can't just say things without evidence. I'm absolutely loyal to the sect!"

"But you, you're always harping on me, instigating the other sisters in the sect. You're quite suspicious too~"

It has to be said that even though she was the worst of the worst, the fact that Ron took a liking to Arya shows that she had some extraordinary talent in some area.

This sarcastic and unpleasant remark, like that of a soft, yielding ball, infuriated Panatia.

Verbal attacks were completely ineffective, and she couldn't even fight back, which caused her momentum to falter, and she soon had nothing left to say.

"who are they?"

Desperate Nightingale abandoned her verbal attack and instead looked at Ron, who was dressed in a black robe and looked very suspicious, and the red angel who was disguised and floating in mid-air.

[The Witch of Despair could tell that the red figure was an evil spirit, an evil spirit comparable to a high-sequence powerhouse!]

However, she wasn't worried, because the Witch Cult secretly harbored other demigods. If this useless senior really wanted to attack her, she could easily back down.

In Backlund, demigods represent the pinnacle of power! (Probably)

[Desperate Nightingale, Panadia began to suspect the great "Time and Space Ruler" and His servant "Little Red." She suspiciously scanned the god and the evil spirit before her, but found nothing amiss.]

"We were invited to help, seeking cooperation with the Witch Cult!"

Ron's gaze pierced through the layers of obstruction and fell upon the 0-08 being written within his black robe. He adjusted his crystal monocle, mimicking Amon's posture, and leisurely looked at the witch.

"Cooperate!? Aria, you really did have someone on the other side behind our backs!"

Despair Nightingale sneered, revealing an expression that said, "I knew it." Then, she glanced flippantly at the handsome blond boy, her bright and radiant face suddenly turning red.

Panatia stammered:

"Sir, unfortunately, our sect does not need cooperation!"

She skillfully maintained the secret cooperation between the Witch Cult and the royal family, but she was unaware that the being before her had intricate connections to the Psychological Alchemy Society.

"Heh, you don't need to hide it from us. I know a bit about your cooperation with the royal family. In fact, we should be considered colleagues in different departments."

Ron pushed up his monocle again, and his adorable little face made the "Despair Witch's" bright face blush even more.

Then the blond boy threw something out of his robe, but the Witch of Despair did not catch it. Instead, she took a few steps back to create a safe distance before carefully looking at the ice-blue metal cylinder on the ground.

She recognized it without a doubt, knowing that the sealed artifact belonged to the royal advisor "Herwin Rambis" and the Psychological Alchemy Society. This lowered her guard, and everything proceeded smoothly.

"You're members of the Psycho-Alchemy Society!?" Panadia asked curiously, then turned to her senior, probing once more, "Is Aria involved in some kind of shady relationship with your Psycho-Alchemy Society?"

"No, it's not the Psychological Alchemy Society, but it's closely related to it. Those who know, know. You can ask your higher-ups for details. In short, we can definitely cooperate!"

Ron's golden eyes darted around, fixing on the "Witch of Despair's" eyes. Before Panadia could ask a question, he chuckled softly:

"I can help you control the divine vessel that just ran past, and I can also help you cover up clues about human trafficking!"

"you!"

The "Despair Witch" narrowed her eyes, not expecting this mysterious guy to know so much. Before she could make a move, the boy raised his arm, and a white quill pen flew out from his robe.

The quill pen, without being dipped in ink, wrote rapidly on the robe on its own.

[Triss's hastily seized carriage was naturally not as fast as Edsac's; it would be intercepted and stopped after 7 seconds. Yes, that was very precise.]

[As for Triss, the witch who served as the vessel for the divine descent, having broken free from psychological manipulation using a level 0 sealing artifact, she naturally noticed this as well. She prepared to jump out of the carriage and no longer conceal her extraordinary abilities.]

Due to a coincidental and unavoidable factor, the flowerpots on the three-story row of houses on either side were blown by the night breeze and fell straight down at a speed of 11.25 meters per second, hitting Triss on the head as she was trying to escape.

This is both a remarkable coincidence and an inevitability; our stories are never fabricated!

The witch was dazed and half-conscious, with only 9.8% of her own consciousness remaining. Prince Edsack picked her up and kissed her passionately on the lips, offering no resistance whatsoever.

[In one minute, they will pass by here again on their way back to Edsack's Rose Estate, which is destined to be a sensual and enjoyable night...]

The white quill pen stopped abruptly at this point, causing Panatia to break out in a cold sweat.

One minute later...

The sounds of horses galloping and wheels rolling over stones seemed to come close and then recede into the distance.

Seeing that the "story" written with the quill pen had all come to life, the Desperate Nightingale gave a very forced smile.

"Sir, what do you want?"

She asked that question.

At this moment, even the "Witch of Despair" began to wonder if she had been deliberately placed there by the other party.

"I need a Witch's Path Sequence 4 Extraordinary trait, or the corresponding materials!"

The endless wisdom smirked, adjusted her monocle, and uttered words that sent a chill down the spines of the "Despair Witch" and sent a shiver down the spines of the "War Angel." She then added:

"Don't worry, I don't want yours."

"I've shown enough sincerity; now it's your turn!"

The great Ron Sothos looked at the witch, awaiting her answer.

The blond boy plans to infiltrate the witch's cult to see what the royal family and the bearded man are up to, and then carry out his own destructive actions.

On one hand, he had a small handle on the bearded man, and on the other hand, naturally, it was because...

Many of those slaves were from the Southern Continent, and some even directly worshipped him.

Sigh... It's all that poor bastard's fault. It must be his stupidity that influenced me, otherwise why would I care about such a small thing... I wonder how he's doing now... I'll try to sober him up tonight...

In a flash, the blond boy recalled Mr. "Clown," whom he hadn't seen for several days.

"Sir, I need to consult the higher-ups in the sect who are leading this operation, so I cannot give you an answer right now..."

Panatia's eyes darted around as she spoke hesitantly.

"Hmph, I don't like waiting!"

"I'm only giving you two days!"

Ron Sothos gave a haughty snort, then swaggered away with two of his men.

The crimson moonlight, like a veil, fell upon the streets lit by dim streetlights, silently concealing everything that had happened before.

The Kingdom of Rune.

The capital of Jianhai County.

Constance.

"The unique red moon, a symbol of life and beauty, the mother of all spiritual powers."

Inside a small row house, the sound of prayers echoed.

This townhouse shows obvious signs of renovation, but it is different from those rental houses that have been converted into small cubicles and rented to dockworkers and laundry workers.

Its entire structure is interconnected, forming a large hall on the first floor, as well as a library, drawing room, and open-air astronomical observatory on the second and third floors.

If any outsiders manage to find the main entrance of this strange building, they will discover a sign hidden beneath it, not much larger than the doorplate.

Association for Astronomical Science Research

In this age of steam and machinery, all sorts of clubs sprang up like mushrooms after rain in order to meet the middle class's demand for a higher quality of life.

Unlike the fortune tellers' club in Tingen, which is full of charlatans, the scientific research association here is clearly composed of scholars.

"I never imagined that the celestial bodies we've been studying could be observed and interpreted using occult methods!"

"Venus, the Red Star, the Brown Star, the Blue Star, and the Red Moon—they all have entities equivalent to the Seven Gods. Does this signify the ultimate mystery of the universe?"

"Thanks to Mr. Christian Hans Beria, without Him, we would still be bound by the doctrines of the Seven Gods and imprisoned by their church."

"Humanity's wars began for resources, but there are so many benevolent beings in the cosmos. We could very well follow Emperor Roselle's suggestion and set sail towards the stars!"

The old gentleman, with his white beard and a lifetime of studying the starry sky, sighed. At that moment, he seemed to have a heavy mission.

As the saying goes, the astral realm is as vast as the universe, and he wanted to see it. He wanted to guide the future of humanity so that his own race wouldn't be trapped and die on this small planet.

"Bang bang bang - bang bang!"

A loud knocking sound, with a rhythm of three long knocks followed by two short knocks, abruptly startled everyone in the drawing room.

"Don't be nervous, they're on our side!"

The elderly man at the head of the group reassured the club members, then quickly arrived at the door at a speed far beyond his years.

With a creak, the door opened a crack, and then the old man's surprised voice came through.

"Mr. Beria, please come in. We have prayed to the gods of the stars as you instructed, and have received much knowledge and gifts!"

"Oh? Is that so? It seems you guys are very efficient."

As usual, the "Blood Duke" maintained a cold expression that revealed his indifference to life and his undisguised depravity and malice.

"Mr. Beria, I didn't know you were here this time."

Upon seeing the man's expression, the club president unconsciously took a step back and asked with some fear.

"It's nothing, I just wanted to know which gods (pigs) responded to you. Actually, I also yearn for the starry sky and would like to talk to those active gods about some private matters."

"I mean, pray to Him!"

(End of this chapter)