Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 229 Urolius: Actually, I am the "Red Angel"!

It wasn't him, it wasn't him, it wasn't him at all!

Bullshit, those damn bastards!!!

In the center of the living room, Mr. A sat casually next to the small blackboard.

He looked like a resentful wife longing for her "husband" to come home, his eyes sweeping over each of the extraordinary people who came to the party with a rather melancholy gaze.

The shepherd's gaze pierced the darkness, sharp as a knife, and swept over the attendees of the gathering with a chilling intensity, as if they were being stared at by some terrifying beast.

However, the party members did not react with any stress, or rather, they were only on guard subconsciously, because they were already used to Mr. A's recent behavior.

There are even rumors that Mr. A's behavior is because his wife or mistress ran off with someone else, since his eyes don't lie.

However, the party members just listened to the news, laughed it off, and didn't take it seriously.

Because the day after the rumor spread, all those who spread it disappeared and never appeared again, completely vanishing from this world!

Why aren't they here yet?!

As the members of the gathering were about to arrive and the time was slowly approaching the start of the gathering, Mr. A couldn't help but roar in his heart, finally beginning to doubt his own preaching abilities.

Since meeting Ron more than two months ago, Mr. A has been waiting for the handsome young man to return.

But as he waited and waited, all he received were disappointing and cold answers.

From initially being full of confidence and indifferent to whether you come or not, to finally eagerly anticipating and pleading for your return!

Who can understand the emotional journey that took place during this time?

The boy seemed to have forgotten about him, ignoring this ace messenger of the Aurora Society.

What caused Mr. A such profound pain was that it was utterly devastating.

Men's words are deceiving; you promised you'd come again next time!

As for this, he had prayed to "the Lord" to submit the information of the blond boy to Him, but the oracle of the "True Creator" told him to keep waiting and sent Lord Urolius to give him some good luck.

The blond boy's image and temperament made Mr. A wait for him, so the venue for the extraordinary gathering remained unchanged.

"Mr. A, the key target you mentioned has arrived. He is accompanied by a mysterious person dressed in a black robe whose gender is unknown."

Just then, a waiter trotted in and whispered a message in his ear, which rekindled Mr. A's lifeless gaze and his love for the world and humanity.

"Go tell him I'm at the usual place... never mind, just take him directly to the reception room on the second floor. Lord Urolius will receive him there!"

After considering the boy's unusual behavior, Mr. A realized that his missionary tools had not worked, so he gave up on taking matters into his own hands.

Perhaps it was truly a stroke of good fortune, as Lord Urolius was recently in Backlund and happened to arrive here, so it would be best to entrust this fellow, who is valued by the Lord, to this being.

The sound of footsteps echoed on the stairs leading to the second floor. Ron and Medici followed the waiter and silently arrived at the door of the reception room.

With a creak, the door opened by itself without anyone pushing it, and the scene inside instantly came into Ron's view.

However, the blond boy's gaze swept past the furnishings in the room and fixed directly on the handsome young man with gentle features and a tender yet somewhat indifferent expression.

In the blond boy's eyes, His status in the world seemed to be even higher than that of his capable henchman, Siea.

This undoubtedly demonstrates the other party's level.

He is the same angel king as Medici!

Before the blond boy could even raise his hand to adjust his monocle, the war angel beside him, who was furtive and whose figure was concealed by a black robe, suddenly stumbled.

Upon seeing the person before him, He turned and left without the slightest hesitation, as if afraid of being recognized by an old acquaintance.

"Ah, great god of war, red angel beside the creator, esteemed Lord Medici, where are you going?"

Seeing this, Ron grinned, pushed up his monocle, and began to "praise" Medici's aura with his honeyed lips.

You scoundrel!!!

Upon hearing this sarcastic remark, the red angel's face contorted instantly beneath the black robe, her fists clenched tightly, wishing she could immediately turn around, pin that foul-mouthed brat against the wall, and slap him across the face repeatedly.

However, the threat of death did not stop the red angel; on the contrary, it strengthened His resolve to move forward. But just as He took His first step, His spatial orientation suddenly changed, and He stepped into the reception room.

At the same time, He seemed to feel something nasty kicking Him from behind, causing Him to accelerate instantly and roll into the room, smashing desks, chairs, and other office supplies into the air.

During this process, the coverings on His body inevitably fell off, revealing a beautiful face that combined charm and heroism, as well as a curvaceous body with a heavy, swaying figure.

"Are you Medici?"

Only then did Urolius, the Archangel of Fate who was staring at Ron, look away from his monocle, his bewildered gaze revealing surprise as he looked at the Red Angel slumped on the ground.

"No, I am Sauron and Einhorn!"

Medici gritted his teeth and firmly denied it!

"Oh"

"The great god of war, the symbol of iron and blood, the master of turmoil and strife."

But the Angel of Fate seemed to know all too well how stubborn his former colleague was, for He began to chant the name of the Angel of War, which made Medici's face turn green again.

Although this guy tried his best to cover up the existence of the prayer light, he was particularly unlucky today, and all his attempts failed.

Looking at the points of light that appeared before her and listening to the prayers from her former colleagues, the Red Angel completely gave up struggling and sat on the ground with lifeless eyes, like a salted fish.

What should I do if a colleague at work discovers I'm wearing women's clothing?

"Medici, you should think more positively. There's nothing wrong with being a woman. At least it matches your skills and ability to take care of people perfectly."

You bastard, did you also cross the line and drink the Hunter's Potion?!

Upon hearing this, the Angel of War looked at Urolius, who was comforting her, in disbelief. For a moment, she felt that this colleague had become a stranger. He had actually gone astray and was now mocking people!

"Ahem, Orochi, don't tell anyone about this yet. Let me think of a way to turn back!"

In the end, the Red Angel suppressed her impending despair, constantly reassuring herself that Ulorus was just being silly and couldn't have done it on purpose. She also acknowledged her identity, hoping that Ulorus would keep it a secret for her out of consideration for their past relationship.

"Okay, Medici, I won't tell anyone!"

Ulorus spoke firmly, first nodding slightly to Ron, who was watching the show at the door, and then carefully examining his former colleague.

In that instant, looking at the pitiful Medici, a strange idea surged into His mind, and an endless creative urge made His hands itch.

Immediately, the angel king pulled out a paintbrush from somewhere and began to write and draw on the wall, completely sketching Medici's current appearance.

This scene made Medici's forehead explode, and for a moment he even had trouble breathing.

So you'll draw it even if I tell you not to!?

Come on, I'll take the title of Red Angel!

(End of this chapter)