Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 221 My friendship with the ancient sun god is so strong we're practically inseparable! (3K)

"Mr. Sherlock, if you have time, you are welcome to come and listen to my sermon again. I will keep this money for you and give it to you next time. I believe God will protect you!"

"I understand, Bishop Hilde."

With a wave of his hand, Klein, whose weakness had been exploited, forced a smile and used the few remaining sulphurs in his pocket to board the taxi.

Fortunately, although it was late at night, the coachman did not overcharge as rumored in Backlund; instead, the price was surprisingly fair.

Perhaps this is the greatest effect that the "King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune" has played today.

"No, maybe I've been alive and well all this time because of luck!"

The great detective suddenly gritted his teeth and let out a low growl to soothe his wounded soul.

Leaning against the carriage, Klein narrowed his eyes and began to think about the various unexpected events that had occurred in the past two days.

There's no solution to the ambassador's threats for now, and now this has happened, but fortunately, there's no immediate danger to his life.

"Perhaps we can use this petty trick—no, this power of the Radiant Church—to appease the ambassador. That greasy-haired guy seems to be quite capable."

"No, I don't know them at all. They might not help me, and I can't trust them."

"If all else fails, invite Ron to my house. He's probably a born demigod; when the extraordinary being sent by the ambassador sees him, he'll be scared half to death."

"He definitely has to kneel on the ground and sing 'Conquer!'"

"No, it'll feel awkward to always bother Ron."

"Alright, I'll try my best to find bodyguards first. If I can't find any, I'll write to Ron. If all else fails, the 'Church of Radiance' will be my last resort!"

Klein took a deep breath, made up his mind, and prepared to struggle like a salted fish for a while.

Based on his research over this period, the gray fog seems to have a strong attraction to people or things related to the Diviner's path. No one can guarantee that this will make them stronger and provide clues to finding the Diviner's subsequent potion recipes.

If he rashly introduces the latter two, he might lose this opportunity to become stronger, which is the most important thing!

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! I never thought he actually had this talent. It's a pity this poor bastard's acrobatics aren't at Source Castle!"

The blond boy sank into the sofa, watching the circus performance, a rare sight in this country, laughing so hard he almost fell over, slapping his thigh repeatedly.

He wasn't surprised to meet this poor guy in Backlund.

Because the Source Castle on Klein's body has a very strong synergistic effect with the Celestial Venerable's will within him.

"Medici, bring the wine!"

A languid shout echoed throughout the brightly lit but desolate villa. The Red Angel, summoned by His new master, came and picked up the wine bottle from the coffee table beside Ron, muttering to himself as he did so.

"Lazybones."

Upon hearing this, Ron curled his lip in disdain, his arrogance and haughtiness evident in his eyes.

After all, servants do what they're supposed to do, and it's wrong to do things when there's nothing to do. Serving him, their master, is Medici's glorious mission, and it's not something that can be easily waived with a few grumbles from him.

The Red Angel opened the bottle of Kinlongi from Backlund and thoughtfully placed the bottle opening into Ron's open mouth.

The high-proof distilled liquor gushed into the blond boy's mouth, causing golden liquid to spill from the corners of his lips and wet the front of his white shirt.

"Ron, can I borrow your 0-08 score for a bit? I'll cook you a royal meal from Trenshorst tomorrow!"

The King of Angels looked at the blond-haired boy drinking quite heartily, carefully considered his tone, and hesitated before speaking.

When he's not needed, he calls out "you, you, you," but when he needs something, he becomes very polite. It has to be said that this war angel and His new master are quite similar in some ways.

"Ugh, hiccup!"

"Call me Master!"

The blond boy patted his belly, let out a rare burp, and glanced at the red angel standing to the side with amusement.

On her face, a blend of allure and spirit, lay a conflicted expression, while her two heavy breasts, unrestrained, swayed violently with agitation.

"Master, my lord!"

A beautiful sound, like flowing water in the mountains, filled the air, carrying the gentle murmur of a brook, which made Ron nod in satisfaction.

"Medici, I've already sold the 0-08, but I can still take it and use it. What do you need it for?"

"Sold?! Sold to whom?"

"Adam!?"

The red-haired older sister's face froze instantly, and in that instant, she thought of the prime suspect.

"That's right, He made a deal with something I absolutely couldn't refuse."

Ron took another swig of wine and, without hiding anything, confirmed Medici's guess.

"Never mind, I don't need it!"

"Medici, it seems like you're hiding something from me. You don't have another master outside, do you? You're quite the womanizer, aren't you?"

The provocation may be late, but it will never be absent. Seeing Medici return to his carefree demeanor, the blond boy pushed up his monocle, making no attempt to hide what he had observed.

"No way, you're overthinking it. You're my only master!"

"Medich, shut up!"

"That's right, Soren is right, Your Highness Ron, don't believe Medici's nonsense!"

Just as Medici turned around, his cheeks split open with a "rip" sound, and two female voices came out.

One of their voices was slightly gentle, while the other had a sweet, hidden quality; they were Sauron and Einhorn, respectively.

"You two shut up!"

Upon hearing these two voices, the Angel of War sensed something was amiss. As sisters who had been united for thousands of years, she naturally knew the nature of these two individuals.

That's truly a case of both fearing that one's brothers will suffer hardship and fearing that one's brothers will become rich.

Suffering will affect them, while wealth will likely lead to suppression. So, it is they who sincerely help Medici, and it is also they who kick him while he's down and play dirty tricks behind his back.

"Medici, even though you've turned into a woman, I can still tell at a glance how many hairs you have. You don't dare to chant the name of the true creator here, and you want to use 0-08 to go out and find clues about the Aurora Society, right!?"

"Einhorn is right. I sensed something was wrong when you saw the news about the Aurora Borealis in the newspaper. Neither of us wants to worship that evil god with you!"

The two mouths spoke at the same time, instantly exposing Medici's underwear, causing the blond boy to push up his monocle.

"A true creator? Didn't Medici believe in an ancient sun god?"

"Yes, Your Highness Ron, He believes in the true Creator because Medici considers that, in some respects, that evil god is equivalent to the ancient sun god!"

The Soren brothers' knives were as sharp as ever; with just one sentence, they pierced the Angel of War's heart.

What?! That old bastard who holds power over me is still alive?!

That half-mad guy is the ancient sun god!?

No, in a certain sense it is equivalent to

The blond boy paused for a moment, and "Endless Wisdom" began to generate countless ideas. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he put down the bottle and stared intently at the War Angel.

The expressions on Ron's cute little face changed several times, and finally Ron smiled broadly, like a beautiful flower blooming in summer.

"Medici, why didn't you tell me this sooner? The ancient sun god and I are like brothers who have been through thick and thin together."

He patted his chest loudly, got up, and stood barefoot on the sofa, his cute toes twitching as he told lies.

This unusual scene sent chills down Medici's spine; even the boy's perfect face could not soothe the trembling in his heart.

"Ha, stop lying. Your deception skills are even worse than those two bastards, Sauron and Einhorn!"

The red-haired woman's face twisted slightly as she let out an angry roar, seemingly dissatisfied with the boy's insult to her intelligence.

Does the Lord not know whether He has sworn brothers?

"Medici, now, immediately, right now, go and pray!"

"Are you missing any ritual materials? I'll go buy them for you!"

Seeing this, the blond boy stopped pretending and revealed a look of gritted teeth, kicking the bottle to the ground.

He wanted to find the lair of the true creator through a prayer ritual, just like last time, and have a heart-to-heart talk with Him!

"Let me tell you, don't even think about it, I will never betray my master!!!"

At this moment, the War Angel was like a forced little girl, her body imprisoned in place, only able to cry out "No, no!"

But how could the great Ron Sothos be so easily rid of?

"Medici, just give in to me!"

"If you don't want to pray, I have other ways."

"I know of an extraordinary gathering organized by the Aurora Society; you can definitely connect with your Lord there!"

Pushing up his monocle, the blond boy smiled slightly and offered his most sincere advice.

Sunday morning.

Berklund Street.

Inside the residence of MP Macht.

[A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune]

"this!"

"This name doesn't belong to the Seven Gods; it's the name of a hidden being, as Mr. Ron mentioned!"

Hazel slammed the note on the table, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

She constantly suppressed her damned curiosity, trying not to recall the contents of the document, lest she be harmed by the evil being.

As a con artist with considerable knowledge of occultism, she has a deep understanding of this field.

After all, according to Mr. Ron, some beings become unlucky and poor once they begin to have faith.

This is simply the most terrifying thing in the world!

Perhaps only the daughter of that great banker, Backlund's most dazzling jewel, could escape the misfortune of becoming poor.

"Hmm, this note was found in the folds of a book borrowed from Viscount Grelint. Could it be that this viscount secretly worships an evil god?"

"No, I must get to the bottom of this to prevent my friends from suffering a tragic end!"

"Perhaps we could discuss this with Miss Audrey. She's so intelligent and observant; she'll definitely be able to expose that cult member!"

The girl, who has always had a "superhero" complex, made up her mind to find the "cultists" hiding in the upper echelons of Backlund society in order to wipe them out in one fell swoop and leave no hidden dangers.

Just then, the space in front of her suddenly fluctuated, and Habakak stepped out of the spirit world, took out a small piece of paper and handed it to Hazel.

"A letter from Mr. Ron? He really cares about me; he actually wrote me a letter!"

Upon seeing the style of the note—no envelope, only a slip of paper—Hayor immediately knew who the sender was. A faint smile appeared on her face as she became very curious about the contents of the note.

"Was it Mr. Ron's concern for me? Or did Mr. Ron invite me out?"

The girl opened the note with great anticipation, only to have all expression vanish from her face.

When does Mr. A's party start?

The cold, emotionless handwriting showed that he was so perfunctory that he didn't even bother to write punctuation!

(End of this chapter)