Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 228 The Hunter is Good at Communicating with People

Wednesday.

69 Williams Street.

Inside Ron's desolate mansion.

"Medici, you lazy bum, how is that ambassador still alive? Didn't I tell you on Monday that we were going to take him out?!"

"Your efficiency is putting me in a difficult position!"

Sitting at the dining table, eating the dinner prepared by the Red Angel, Ron, his mouth greasy, began to lecture his servant, which had a bit of a "discarding the millstone after it has done its work" feel to it.

With his left hand gripping a smoked sausage and his right hand peeling a baked lobster with cream cheese, he was thoroughly enjoying his meal.

Ron has maintained the eating habits he developed at that poor man's house, only now that he has better conditions at home, his meals are "slightly" more luxurious.

These past two days, the blond boy has fully experienced the taste of "debauchery," living a life of luxury where everything is done for him, and he has no desire to recall his "impoverished days" in Tingen.

"Oh"

The great angel of war ignored the blond boy's "lecture," dismissively scoffing that someone in this villa was more deserving of the title "lazybones."

He spends his days either cleaning the house, washing clothes, trimming the garden, or preparing ancient and complex dishes, for which he makes several trips to the market every day.

After all, apart from the witch who would show up at mealtimes to freeload and even pack a leftover afterward, there were no other creatures in this villa that He could command.

"Why don't you let that useless witch go? I'm just an 'old person' who has just adapted to modern life."

The red-haired woman raised an eyebrow, and her face, a blend of allure and spirit, seemed to possess an indescribable charm, making her even more beautiful and captivating.

He habitually provoked, seemingly trying to obtain some information in this way.

"Aria went to my church to help with missionary work. Now there's only a bishop and two janitors left. Actually, there were originally three professional missionaries, but they escorted my 'holy scriptures' to the Southern Continent."

Ron pretended not to notice the "hunter's" provocation, recalling the information he had received while listening to the prayers, and chatted with the red angel while enjoying his meal.

Although there were six people in the restaurant, the blond boy still felt a bit lonely, like an old man without children by his side.

"Tch~ Then why don't you let me go preach? That would be much easier than serving you!"

Upon hearing these shameless words, the blond boy put down his food and looked at the "overconfident" red angel with a complicated expression.

His eyes seemed to say, "Don't you know you're being told not to go?"

It's not your fault that you have a foul mouth, but it's wrong of you to go around provoking people!

"Well"

Ron's scrutinizing gaze made Medici's lips twitch, and he was momentarily at a loss for words. When it came to provocation, he only admired the person in front of him.

"Alright, Medici, it's about time. Go find your old employer!"

Picking up the newspaper from the dining table, the blond boy shook off the creases and glanced at one of the sections.

He then looked up and gave the loyal fellow a meaningful glance.

"Medici, you'd better just cooperate. You don't want your master to either."

"Enough! Shut your damn mouth! I hope you'll keep your promise!"

When the red angel heard these words, which were not at all uttered by a normal person, his body trembled, causing the heavy object to shake violently twice. Then, his face contorted, goosebumps rose all over his body, and a sense of disgust arose in his heart.

He always felt as if he would lose his virginity in the next second.

Actually, He didn't intend to cooperate with Ron at first, but refusing to comply was useless, and the red angel was quickly persuaded by the blond boy.

"I have countless ways to find your Lord, but through you is the best way for me to express my sincerity."

As the saying goes, sincerity is the ultimate weapon!

Sometimes, being sincere can make things much faster.

Ron's words instantly made the Red Angel abandon his idea of ​​resisting to the death, because He realized that what this guy said was actually damn right!

Even starting from His perspective completely.

"Good to know. I just wanted to talk to 'He'."

If it really is an "ancient sun god," then give it a good beating.

The blond boy nodded slightly, humming softly, sincerely indicating that he really meant no harm.

Outside a detached house in Queens.

The crimson moonlight spilled into the dark, secluded corners unlit by gas streetlights. This darkness seemed to harbor a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey, causing pedestrians to quickly flee the area, not daring to linger.

At that moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the darkness. They seemed to have crossed space, one tall and one short, and the only thing they had in common was that they were both very good-looking.

If someone were to observe closely, they would find that the blond boy's cuteness even surpasses the red-haired woman's charm.

"Actually, I'm curious, now that you're a woman, how do you still compare sizes with your former colleagues?"

"Shut up!"

The red angel twitched the corner of her mouth, then shrank back somewhat as if to retreat, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed to go back.

However, after thinking about his former colleague's dull and clueless appearance, and the "Lord's" current mental state, He felt that all of this did not need to be taken too seriously.

Surely, perhaps, maybe, no one will laugh at Him?

Looking down at the blond boy's head, Medici gave him a provocative glance before taking long strides and quickly arriving at the front of the detached house.

Ron was stunned for a moment when he saw this, then pushed up his monocle and quickly followed behind on his short legs, without falling behind at all.

puff...

In the pitch-black night sky, under the crimson full moon, a sneer came from somewhere.

"Shut up!"

Enraged, the boy leaped up and kicked Medici's shin, causing the boy to unleash a mocking smile that seemed to be fueled by some peculiar fetish.

A series of knocks with a distinctive frequency broke the peace and tranquility of the night.

With a scraping sound, a crack appeared in the peephole of the door, revealing a pair of eyes that were scrutinizing the visitor outside.

Those eyes glanced past Medici, who seemed embarrassed to be seen, and looked straight at the familiar blond boy.

Without hesitation, the waiter opened the locked door with a click and let the two suspicious-looking men in.

At the same time, he winked at his companion, signaling him to hurry up and inform Mr. A that the target had finally arrived.

(End of this chapter)