Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 210 I am a Trier Person

"Entrapment?"

Ron, who seemed to know everything, glanced arrogantly at the chestnut-haired lady and snorted mockingly, as if laughing at her overestimation of her abilities.

"Well"

Upon hearing this mocking remark, Yurin Gustav's breath caught in her throat, and her face flushed red. She couldn't understand what the problem was, and why the current situation was completely different from what her great-grandfather had described in his autobiography.

The trainee inspector's pale fists were clenched tightly, devoid of any color, and a sense of despair and resentment welled up in his heart.

Because her recent experience taught her that even if she wanted to resist, it was best not to act rashly at this time. Even if the other party was just standing there, it was enough to toy with her, a mere Sequence Six!

"What should we do? What should we do in this situation? What did my great-grandfather's biography say again?"

Yuleen Gustav began to rack her brains, but after thinking for a long time, all she could recall about Emperor Roselle's romantic history was his crushing defeat of his enemies. She couldn't recall any specific methods for dealing with this situation.

Emperor Roselle was no less capable than anyone in his life, how could he possibly be captured alive by his own enemy!?

Of course, except in bed!

Just then, the "craftswoman" caught a glimpse of the "fishing package" out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly a brilliant idea popped into her head.

"Sir, Your Excellency, you seem not to know Albert Finney. Would you believe me if I said what I said earlier was a misunderstanding?"

She forced a smile, seemingly wanting to apologize for her earlier offense.

Although I don't know whether this cute little thing in front of me is human or not, it is clear that it has the ability to communicate.

"I can see your stupidity; no further explanation is needed!"

"Go pick up that package for me, we still have a few places to go!"

The blond boy curled his lips into a mocking smile at the "craftswoman's" brain, and then gave the order as if instructing a servant.

As a lazybones spoiled by Klein, Ron had no intention of going out tonight to do something so undignified.

However, since Medici and Arya had both been sent out, he always felt lonely and isolated in the huge villa.

Secondly, Medici needed far too many physical materials. To perform life transmutation for an angel king, only a handful of beings with relevant authority in the entire world could accomplish this task.

Even with 0-08, bringing together most of the rare or common alchemical materials is still a considerable undertaking.

After all, this is not the Southern Continent, not his territory, and he has no followers or believers who can command a large following.

However, coincidentally, in this situation, some people, oblivious to their own danger, stepped forward. Aren't these excellent laborers?

The "evil god," a hundred times more ruthless than the factory owner, has a new idea.

"Sir, that package belongs to Albert Finney, a traitor to the Machine Heart, who possesses an extremely powerful sealed artifact!"

"If you take it without permission, he probably won't let you off the hook!"

Yurin Gustav bit her lip, her face slightly distorted with anger at Ron's attitude. She took a deep breath and revealed all the information she knew.

"Hmph, I know this, it's called 'shifting the blame eastward'?"

"Can't you learn something useful from your great-grandfather?"

Ron saw through the guy's thoughts at a glance, and snorted mockingly again, causing Miss 'Craftsman' to turn pale instantly and sway.

The scheme she painstakingly devised was over before it even began!

Of course, this is not her fault, because even if her great-grandfather came, he would not have fared much better than her in front of the great "Time and Space Ruler".

"Are you Intis people all this stupid?"

"I am a descendant of Emperor Roselle, a Trierite!"

Hearing the boy's mockery, Yurin Gustav suddenly mustered the courage to argue for no apparent reason. She didn't explain the difference between the two in detail, but simply shrank back under Ron's emotionless gaze and quickly picked up the package.

In this dark, deserted park, one always unconsciously becomes weak.

This is called "discretion is the better part of valor." Sometimes, when faced with unavoidable circumstances, we must clearly assess the situation.

"Furthermore, I must tell the captain and the deacon about this encounter; we can't let this strange fellow roam freely in the East District!"

The "craftswoman" gritted her teeth, muttering to herself, justifying her act of obeying the "evil one" to save her life.

In the crimson moonlight, in the dark park, two figures, one small and one large, began to wander around.

They might go to secluded groves for "intimate exchanges," rummage through trash cans for "treasures," or go to unnoticed corners to pick up pieces of occult material, whether expensive or rare.

"Dragon Tooth Grass Powder, 3 Akkaber Stones, 10 grams of Lapis Lazuli Fuel, 1 bag of Pure Gemstones, and 50 grams of Crystal Spirit."

As more and more extraordinary materials were adorning her, Yurin Gustav lost all dignity. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, and she looked completely dazed.

What happened tonight was far beyond what she had come to know in her twenty-odd years of life. This bizarre development was even more unbelievable than the unknown boy in front of her.

Just now, she even found half a pound of gold in the trash can.

Who would leave these things here?

All of this caused her back to break out in a cold sweat, soaking her intern inspector's uniform. In her spiritual intuition, it felt as if someone was secretly controlling the park.

I was just a puppet, foolishly being manipulated by the other party.

"Ha, don't blame others for your own stupidity. I didn't guide you; you delivered yourself to my doorstep!"

Just then, the blond boy walking in front seemed to have noticed the trainee inspector's thoughts. He gave a cold snort, causing the lady behind him to stumble.

How was I stupid?! It was all based on my great-grandfather's experience...

The descendant of Rosell suddenly blushed, only daring to offer a silent defense in his heart.

However, what he meant... didn't guide me... he meant to guide others...

Suddenly, the "craftswoman's" pupils contracted as she realized the key point. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at the blond boy in front of her, as if she was afraid of seeing something she shouldn't see or hearing something she shouldn't hear.

This incredible ability is actually man-made!?

Who exactly is he? A high-sequence powerhouse? Or, as he claims, the so-called "King of Angels"?

"Um... Your Excellency, it seems all the materials have been collected. May I leave now?"

Finally, after touring the park in the eastern part of the district, Yurin Gustav mustered up the courage to ask a question.

"No way! We still have so many places to go. If you leave, do you expect me to go rummage through the trash myself?!"

Ron, however, adjusted his monocle and righteously refused the "craftsman's" request.

What a joke! We finally have a delivery person offering themselves up, and she's going to run off with it?!

The blond boy didn't say anything more. He was about to wave his hand and lead the new servant to another location when a gunshot rang out.

The gunshot was like thunder, and it resounded in all directions in an instant!

The sound of a second clock ticking seemed to echo in the void, causing Yurin Gustav to look up abruptly and see the bullet that had stopped just one centimeter from her forehead.

Bullets crackling with electricity and engraved with mysterious patterns!

"Oh no, it's that traitor!"

In that instant, the member of Mechanical Heart remembered her mission, but before she could take any action, she was stunned by the scene before her.

All the bullets aimed at her came to a halt in front of her, unable to advance even an inch, just like the ones she had encountered before.

Time seemed to have stood still!

But how is that possible? Even the god of steam and machinery couldn't do such a thing!

Without time to think too much, the girl, who was only good at self-preservation, quickly turned around and avoided the storm of bullets that wanted to tear her apart.

"Bang bang bang!" Another series of muffled thuds followed as the bullets successfully blasted a large crater into the park's stone pavement, maintaining their original trajectories.

"Yulin, your life is truly tenacious; you actually dodged that attack?"

"Another sealing artifact with some strange effect? ​​I really envy you. How many is this now? With your useless surname, why do you get preferential treatment from the church!?"

From the darkness came a twisted, furious roar, his words filled with an unbalanced rage, as if he had suffered some injustice.

"Abbott! I advise you to surrender and stop your futile resistance!"

"Otherwise, death will be your only fate!"

However, Yuleen Gustav's words were perfunctory, consisting of only a few symbolic shouts.

Her attention was entirely focused on the handsome young man in front of her.

Compared to this person, the wanted criminal traitor seems less important.

Stopping time—what an incredible ability! Why did he save me? Could it be that he's taken a liking to me?!

But, but, he's still so young!

Yurin Gustav was in a state of confusion, unsure of how to react in this situation. The series of bizarre events had dulled her senses somewhat.

"Ha, you have a real talent for provocation!"

Noticing the gaze of the attractive woman, Ron adjusted his monocle, his usually amiable face instantly darkening.

"Yuren Gustav, why are you still so arrogant? Surrender now! Surrender only means death awaits me!"

"I've been a member of the church for so many years, working diligently and making countless contributions, yet I've never had the chance to become a 'craftsman.' You, on the other hand, can gain a promotion simply by seizing a cult member and easily obtain powerful sealing artifacts, while I have nothing!"

"Does someone like me deserve to die?!"

The distorted voice was filled with resentment, seemingly expressing deep dissatisfaction with its own fate and indignation at the discrimination against the Church of the God of Steam and Machines.

(End of this chapter)