Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 223 Arrogance and Pride (3.2k)

"Well, to be honest, I really didn't expect my new neighbor to be so knowledgeable!"

"And she's so young!"

Ron’s neighbor, Mr. Eisen, exclaimed twice and cast an admiring glance at the boy sitting in the main seat.

During the brief conversation, he was completely impressed by the blond boy's knowledge, thus overlooking the age difference in their appearance.

"Eisen, there are always just so many outstanding people, and we just happened to meet one today."

Mrs. Brenda, who was also Ron's neighbor, was even more fond of the blond boy and spared no words of praise for him.

The woman was probably around thirty years old and quite attractive. She looked at the serious-looking "little boy" and exuded the aura of a mature woman.

"Actually, you two don't need to be so polite. What I said is just common sense!"

The blond boy accepted the compliments from his two neighbors without any hesitation or politeness.

The two neighbors had arranged to have a "morning visit" yesterday, and Ron's purpose at the time was simply to integrate into the upper class of the Kingdom of Rune and find out the specific information about the bearded man's promotion of the "trend of the times".

But now it seems that all of this is unnecessary.

"Mr. Ron, we should take our leave now. It would be very impolite to stay too long after our unannounced visit."

Finally, after the three continued chatting for a while, the two who had only come to meet their new neighbors politely took their leave and left Ron's villa with their respective personal servants.

"Patney, did you notice anything?"

After leaving the villa and boarding his own carriage, Mr. Eisen, who had just been full of admiration for Ron, suddenly frowned and turned his head slightly to look at his servant.

"Ha, there's no 'sir.' The boy was quite ordinary, as were the two maids in the villa. There's nothing to be concerned about!"

"They are good-looking but useless. The villa can't even maintain the minimum staff. I even suspect that they are mistresses secretly kept by some big businessman or nobleman."

"Moreover, that boy was too arrogant, which is very much in line with his age. Arrogant people often show everything on their faces."

The male servant following behind the gentleman chuckled and offered his professional analysis, seemingly looking down on the young boy's "arrogance."

Only the ignorant are fearless!

In his view, the other party was simply rich but had no access to the truth of the world and had no understanding of the mysterious and extraordinary world.

Just like most of the middle class in the Kingdom of Rune.

"Did you observe this using your extraordinary abilities?"

Mr. Eisen nodded, agreeing with his servant's deduction.

A frail little boy and two maids who looked like decorative vases didn't seem to have any fighting ability at all.

However, why would the other party buy the "Pound" family's property? Did they discover something, or are they simply wealthy?

"Uh, sir, the pastries the servant made were so delicious that I completely forgot to activate my spiritual vision to observe them. But please trust my expertise; my eyes can see many things that ordinary people cannot!"

Upon hearing his master's question, the personal servant paused for a moment, then lowered his head and quickly began to explain.

"Patney, I trust your expertise, and they certainly don't seem to have any problems."

The middle-aged gentleman, probably in his thirties, didn't blame his servant. Instead, he spoke in a manner that was half analytical and half instructive:

"Heh, Patney, just to be on the safe side, let's hire a private investigator to check up on the other party's background first. That way, it won't arouse suspicion, and even if the information about the new neighbor gets leaked, no one will care."

"If even a detective with keen observation skills fails to discover anything, then the family can free up its resources to seize the secrets of the 'Pound' family!"

"We've worked towards this goal for a long time, and we can't afford to be discovered at the last minute by the three major churches, the royal family, and the military!"

"As for those three 'figureheads,' ha, Emperor Roselle's description is truly apt. If they know what's good for them, I'll give them some money to become my mistresses; if they don't, I'll arrest them all. The family still has a great need for high-quality servants!"

Licking his lips, Mr. Eisen initially intended to get rid of the three "vases" to avoid future troubles, but upon recalling their appearances, he felt it would be a pity.

How can something so beautiful be destroyed like this?

"Yes, sir, I'll take care of it immediately!"

"Master, those two neighbors' purpose in coming here is not simple."

As Aria cleared away the dishes, she respectfully reported to her master.

Because of Ron's recent actions, this witch completely broke away from the witch cult last night and became a free woman.

As it turns out, having multiple relationships can be quite advantageous; as long as you manage to win over at least one of them, the outcome will definitely not be too bad.

As for becoming a woman and completely abandoning her male past, Aria didn't care that much.

Because this is far, far better than the group of "little male sissies" in Tiril who are often visited by men.

What bothered her more now were the two neighbors who had just come to visit.

As a demigod-level witch, a figure of great importance in the entire mysterious world, she easily noticed the unusual behavior of her two neighbors.

"Hmph, I can see through their hypocritical lies at a glance. They are not really praising my knowledge. Perhaps Mrs. Brenda's praise is more sincere than that of Mr. Eisen."

"Alright, Aria, ignore the bug's inexplicable behavior."

Ron gave a haughty snort, raised his little golden head, and arrogantly pouted.

As the undisputed leader of the world and an absolute taboo in the extraordinary realm, he could naturally see that his two neighbors harbored their own motives.

Life was already boring enough, so he didn't delve too deeply into it, or rather, try to find out all the details about the other party.

Ever since Ron gained "uniqueness," he has felt incredibly bored and restless, always looking for something fun or something to do.

This seems to stem from some kind of lack within him, from a strong emotional need.

This is a trouble that comes from God; those who pretend to be gods and ghosts can never understand or imagine it!

"Master, they all worship the Goddess of Night. I'm actually more worried that this might be a conspiracy by the Church of Night?"

A clear, bird-like voice asked a foolish question. As a proper witch who could be considered a seasoned "cultist," she was naturally wary of such matters.

Looking at this useless witch who only knew how to freeload and act lewdly, Ron was speechless for a moment, unable to understand why his follower of "endless wisdom" would be so foolish.

"Arya, eat more good food lately; it might even help your brain develop properly..."

Ron's words never disappoint. Even Arya, who was already quite familiar with him, couldn't help but twitch her face upon hearing this sarcastic remark.

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The sound of wheels passing over the road suddenly stopped, startling the birds on the villa's wall.

"Audrey, are you really sure Mr. Ron lives here? He didn't tell me, how could he possibly tell you!?"

The questioning voice of the dark green-haired girl reached the ears of the noble lady, and Audrey Hall almost laughed at the incredulous look on her face.

However, the noblewoman maintained her composure with elegance and asked with a puzzled look:

"I thought Mr. Ron had already told you?"

These words carried immense destructive power, instantly piercing through Hazel's heart, to the point that she couldn't even care less about the matter of being a "cultist."

"I...I...Mr. Ron was probably too busy and forgot to tell me..."

After much thought, the girl let out a helpless groan, feeling as if her Mr. Ron had been tricked away by a bad woman.

Beware of fire, theft, and your best friend.

Emperor Rosell the Great was right!

Sorry, Hazel, but we're fellow members of the Tarot Club...

Looking at her friend's expression, Miss Justice chuckled to herself. She then opened the car door, wanting to take a closer look at what made this angel's abode so different.

Audrey brought Hazel to Ron's place because she was really struggling to handle her friend's "investigative activities".

As a "cult member," she couldn't reveal her identity, so after much thought, the "mind reader" could only come up with this solution.

As it turns out, the results were quite good.

"Audrey, remember that the audience isn't omnipotent. Don't underestimate other extraordinary individuals. No matter how careful you are, they might still find a flaw..."

The noblewoman silently reflected on her actions, repenting for three seconds for her carelessness and underestimation of Hazel's observational skills.

After all, she never expected that her friend would become a Sequence 8 at some point, a Sequence 8 who was very good at forging and deceiving people.

This made her crude disguise a direct target of gunfire, and her unusual behavior was immediately noticed.

Good afternoon, Miss Audrey.

Just then, the boy's somewhat childish and cheerful greeting came from inside, which brought the noble lady back to her senses.

Good afternoon, Mr. Ron.

She answered perfectly, as if she had greeted him many times before, leaving Hazel dumbfounded. She wondered when these two, who had only met twice, had become so familiar with each other!

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ron!"

Not wanting to be left behind, she also greeted them.

However, the blond boy, who seemed to have forgotten his friends for the sake of beauty, merely raised an eyebrow and replied somewhat reluctantly:

"Good afternoon, Hazel. What brings you here?"

What are you saying? What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?!

Something's not right between you two!

I was here first!

The dark green-haired girl staggered back two steps, seemingly as if a sword had pierced her chest.

"However, welcome, Hazel. Please come in and have a seat."

"No, Mr. Ron, we have something very urgent right now. Look at this note. There seem to be cultists around me. Can you find anything?"

The girl seemed to come back to life after receiving comfort from the blond boy. She took out a slip of paper with the name "The Fool" on it and showed it to another member of the Tarot Club.

Seeing his foolish appearance, the elegant noblewoman could no longer contain her emotions. She covered her face with her hand and revealed a light, genuine smile.

The great, boundless wisdom took the note and was instantly paralyzed with rage. He unconsciously exchanged glances with "Justice" behind Hazel, and then suddenly fell silent.

Tsk, this unlucky kid, he actually managed to get himself into a wolf's den.

(End of this chapter)