Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 208 Pay attention! This is how the audience is used!

67 Williams Street.

Inside the somewhat dilapidated and desolate mansion.

The crimson light dissipated like mist, and Ron's will returned to his body. As soon as he returned, his golden eyes drooped slightly, revealing a sad little face.

"Do you think that if someone's IQ were lowered, they would believe that their IQ had been lowered?"

After a long pause, the blond boy hesitated before asking a question that even endless wisdom couldn't understand.

Although the room was empty, he was certain that someone would answer him.

"Fatball, based on my experience and common sense, no!"

"Hahaha, you two, who were fooled by me back then, have both taken off your hats, and you still think you're the smartest ones?"

"Shut up, you disgusting thing!"

"Hmph, you freak, but you're the first one to get beaten up!"

Having received the answer from the most experienced in "fooling" authority, Ron gradually felt relieved.

"It seems those guys are just mentally challenged, which is completely different from a decline in IQ. This is an illness, and it needs treatment!"

The blond boy exclaimed out of the blue, his small, soft lips pressed tightly together.

Ron pressed down on the hard bed frame, glanced around the empty room with only the walls remaining, and suddenly lay down, starting to roll around aimlessly.

Inside the villa, he had thrown out all the secondhand furniture and decorations, while the new ones had not yet been purchased.

Therefore, at this stage, the dwelling place of the great can only be this scene after it has been looted by thieves.

"Medici!"

The voice of the great being echoed throughout the villa, causing Medici, who was reading the newspaper and catching up on modern history, to sigh and instantly appear in Ron's bedroom.

"It's not dinner time yet!"

The King of Angels instinctively shouted a reminder.

"In your eyes, all I do all day is eat, drink, sleep, and sleep again!"

Ron, however, sensed His sarcasm and sat up abruptly, shamelessly retorting loudly.

"Tch~"

But the red angel didn't bother to answer. He glanced at Ron and let out a contemptuous sneer.

His expression seemed to say, "You're right!"

The blond boy choked instantly, unusually feeling a bit mischievous. His eyes flickered, and he quickly changed the subject.

Do you know Mr. Door?

"Ah, of course, Him."

Medici raised an eyebrow, about to answer, but then, as if realizing something, immediately shut up and gave Ron a knowing look.

"I said, I've cleaned the whole house, even trimmed the garden and lawn perfectly, but all I have now is that bottle of blood. Shouldn't you give me some extra money?"

"Mr. Men's information is very valuable, especially in this era, an era where the Seven Gods are nowhere to be found and shrouded in mystery!"

He spoke as if bargaining, as shrewd as Backlund, a vendor in the vegetable and meat market.

"Tsk, it seems... it's time to make you a proper servant!"

Ron pushed up his monocle and did not refuse Medici's request. He took out the 0-08 and began to write and draw on the wall with the quill pen.

After doing all this, he looked at Medici, indicating that He could speak.

"To be honest, this quill pen is quite convenient for finding things, but some of the kids I raise just like to play dirty tricks!"

Upon seeing 0-08 start making arrangements again, the Red Angel first couldn't help but curse, then calmly stated:

"Mr. Men is the patriarch of the Abraham family, and he's very close to that son of a bitch, Alistair Tudor. I have reason to suspect there's something special between them!"

After delivering a sarcastic remark with a hint of irritation, the War Angel turned and mocked herself:

"He was very powerful, only one ritual away from becoming a god, but I don't know what happened in the end. You know, those two guys and I died relatively early, so we had no way of finding out what happened to Arista Tudor after he became a god!"

The blond boy nodded slightly, asking as if to confirm:

"So, that means He has all three Sequence Ones and one unique one?"

"That's right, He always looks down on us 'incomplete' guys. Of course, He has the right to be arrogant. If I were Him, I would definitely be even more arrogant than Him!"

Medici, unusually, reflected on himself for a moment, then shut his mouth, unwilling to talk any further about the hidden history involving his painful past.

"Hmph, Medici, don't be sad. Perhaps your fate is better than that Mr. Door's. As far as I know, he is currently trapped in the depths of the storm, lost in the darkness, and can only hear the sounds of the real world during the full moon."

"Based on my deduction, His location should be in the starry sky!"

The Red Angel was stunned for a long time after hearing this, seemingly not expecting that the arrogant guy would be so unlucky.

The starry sky—is that a place ordinary people can go?!

"Hahaha, I told you long ago that His constant wanderings in the astral plane would inevitably lead to disaster. He even mocked me, saying it wouldn't happen, but I never expected He would still fall in the end!"

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! Although I don't hate Him that much, but..."

"But it's really funny, hahaha."

"Ron! I've never found you so agreeable. You're a really good guy, just my type!"

The War Angel split open its three mouths and laughed maniacally, as if it had heard the funniest joke in history. It couldn't stop laughing, it was so funny that it couldn't straighten up, and it was almost rolling around on the ground without any regard for its image.

In the blink of an eye, nearly ten minutes passed before the guy's laughter gradually subsided under Ron's disdainful gaze. However, the wildly upturned corners of his mouth indicated that he was still in an excited state.

The rustling sound of the brushstrokes gradually subsided. 0-08 had completed its task, bringing together most of the materials Ron needed to several locations through a series of coincidences.

The addresses of those small portions of materials that could not be gathered together by chance in a short period of time are also indicated.

This material might have been left on a park bench, stolen and sold to a flea market, or perhaps mistakenly thrown away as trash in some obscure corner.

This is a Level 0 sealed artifact!

This is 0-08!

This is the correct way to use the word "writer" in Sequence One!

"Hmph, useless stuff. I have to go out and run errands myself. Couldn't you just let a coincidental strong wind blow all those materials into my bedroom?!"

Although this "0" level sealed artifact had tried its best, Ron still despised it. His expression at this moment was a hundred times more evil than the black-hearted factory owner of Backlund!

"How's it going, Medici? Including Arya, we should be able to collect all these materials tonight. Are we ready for a true resurrection!?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle, causing the lens to gleam with a cold light.

He still remembered how Medici had mocked him before; it was time to make that guy regret it!

Medici, who had already been "fooled" by Ron, visibly raised the corners of his mouth again. As someone who often mocked and even provoked others on a whim, he had no idea what he had inadvertently said.

Although he didn't know what the price was for the little brat in front of him to bring him back to life, he figured he'd just have to come back to life first and figure it out later. He could just owe him money for now, since he was single and had nothing anyway.

Wait a minute, it seems He actually has something valuable!

In a flash, the Red Angel drew a card from the illusory spirit. The card depicted a flamboyant man in black armor, holding a straight sword—none other than the very imposing Russell Gustav!

The cards landed in Ron's hand with a "whoosh," followed by the shameless words of the War Angel.

"Consider this my payment to you; we're even!"

He spoke with pride, as if to demonstrate his "generosity" and openness.

"Hmph, this kind of thing is useless to me." Ron's words trailed off, but he stopped abruptly, then chuckled softly, "Heh, one is of little use, but if I could collect them all or find a few specific ones, they might actually be of some help!"

"Fine, I'll accept your payment!"

"However, even if you're resurrected, you'll still have to clean the toilets!"

"Now, hurry and prepare dinner. We'll go get those extraordinary ingredients tonight!"

Ron adjusted his monocle and tossed the strange playing card, created by Emperor Roselle and possessing god-like anti-divination and anti-prophecy properties, into the "King's Treasury."

Backlund was much cooler at night than during the day, and Ron’s mansion was brightly lit.

"Master, the Witch Cult has agreed to our cooperation. They say the characteristics of Sequence Four are not a problem, but on the condition that you use that pen to control the divine descent container and erase all traces of their human trafficking."

The traitorous witch has returned late, bringing good news for her new boss.

"Ha, very well. Tell them I need to pay in advance. The Witch Cult must show its sincerity!"

This is perfectly reasonable.

"Yes, Master, I will contact them immediately and obtain the location of the transaction."

Arya responded respectfully, touching the golden hair that was resting on her thigh with a mixture of boldness and fear.

The witch, who could only look at her master with a sly expression, kept fantasizing about holding the little guy in her arms, sticking her fingers into his mouth, and teasing his little tongue.

This blasphemous thought instantly made Aria's body tingle and itch, as if she had stuffed a highland chili pepper from Feneport into her mouth.

"Master, do you need me to serve you?"

The witch, who coveted Ron's body, asked this question.

"No need, we have things to do tonight!"

The blond boy ignored his subordinates' thoughts and changed the subject.

"Here's the address. Go to the West District. These places have all sorts of alchemical materials. Go and retrieve them."

As he spoke, Ron stuffed the map and papers he had prepared into Arya's groin, then got up, straightened his clothes, and walked away without a trace.

As for the War Angel, He had already gone to collect those "unwanted" materials as soon as it got dark.

(End of this chapter)