Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 231 Medici, the "Lord" wants you to sell your body!

"You're just leaving like that!?"

"If you can help 'the Lord' regain his wholeness, then your request will surely be granted!"

The War Angel was furious that Ron had rejected such a win-win deal.

He tried to help the dim-witted kid analyze the current situation and explain the pros and cons.

"Tch~ Medici, whose side are you on!?"

"Don't forget, I'm your master now!"

Ron, of course, didn't give him a pleasant look. He turned around decisively, without the slightest hesitation, and was about to leave.

But just then, the gentle voice of "No Brains" came again, and at the same time, he took something out of his robe.

"Please wait a moment, sir. Although those deals cannot be finalized for now, we can certainly cooperate on a smaller scale!"

Upon hearing this gentle voice, Ron, who had already taken a few steps, paused, feeling a strong attraction—a convergence of extraordinary qualities.

He immediately turned around and saw that the angel of fate was holding a translucent crystal ball that seemed to be emitting a faint blue light.

The crystal ball was pitch black, as if it contained a void world.

This is Sequence Two of his other authority!

"What...do you want in exchange?"

After hesitating for a long time, the blond boy finally pushed up his monocle and asked.

Although he no longer lacks this trait, it is still a Sequence 2 authority, and there are only a mere 8 of them in total.

Moreover, this also helps his next plan. If he wants to seal the outer god, using his own characteristics is the safest option.

"Your Excellency, the Lord desires your help to break through the blockade of the Seven Gods, and we also need a powerful friend."

Urolius said this again in a detached voice.

"To be honest, given the madness of your 'Lord,' it's not unfair that the Seven Gods treated Him this way."

The blond boy shrugged first, then said in a gesture of politeness, as if he had been beholden to the person who had taken his money:

"I grant your request, and I hope the time your 'Lord' spoke of will come soon!"

After saying this, Ron waved his hand, retracted that special ability, then turned his head arrogantly and left without any hesitation.

When the War Angel saw that his "master" had left, he instinctively wanted to follow, but the guy paused after taking a step, as if he remembered something.

"Great Serpent, has the 'Lord' mentioned anything about me?"

The red angel beside the Creator was somewhat puzzled, looked at Urolius, and asked.

At this moment, He felt as if He had been forgotten by the "Lord," because His oracle did not mention the great war angel, the most loyal henchman of the Creator.

The Angel of Fate remained indifferent. After thinking for a moment, He shook His head honestly, which made Medici feel a pang of heartache.

The Lord didn't say it, so you didn't ask?

"You stupid snake, couldn't you even ask?"

Medici roared angrily, his face contorted. Even after a thousand years, his colleague's dullness hadn't improved.

As for why He doesn't pray himself, it's entirely because of those two bastards inside Him, which prevent Him from accomplishing this task.

Ulorus, the "Tail Eater," heard his colleague's request and, without doubting him, simply nodded, crossed his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and began to secretly contact the great "Creator."

After a while, the guy opened his eyes, his face slightly distorted, and his indifferent expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

"Medici, the Lord has a task for you!"

"Speak quickly, what's the mission?!"

The Angel of War perked up, his face flushed with excitement. He quickly grabbed Urolius's shoulders and began to shake him, trying to get the silly snake to stop moving so slowly.

"The Lord says you must continue to stay by His side!"

"I know you want me to be an inside man, right? No problem!!!"

The red-haired older sister accepted the task as a matter of course, then turned her gaze to the angel of fate once again.

Based on his understanding of this colleague, he knew that the other person hadn't finished speaking.

"The Lord said, 'Now that you have become a woman, continue down this path!'"

"This... I never expected the Lord to care about me so much..."

Hearing this, the War Angel felt a warmth in his heart and was deeply moved, believing that the ancient sun god he served had not abandoned him and was still caring for him.

"The Lord also said that you should dress up nicely and get along well with that being who only likes beauty..."

"ah!????"

Upon hearing this, the War Angel's moved expression froze on his face. He widened his eyes and picked at his ear in disbelief.

"That's right, the Lord means for you to cater to his preferences!"

Ulorus, in his "foolish" way, delivered the finishing blow without showing any mercy.

"..."

Medici remained silent, feeling as if he had been sold for a good price, much like the girls in the legal brothels of Backlund.

But seeing Urolius's expressionless face, the Red Angel couldn't help but feel a sense of despair.

What the hell has happened to this world? In just a few thousand years, how did it become so surreal?!

"good!"

In the end, Medici's loyalty to "the Lord" stopped his wild thoughts. He gritted his teeth and agreed to the difficult task from the half-shackled "Ancient Sun God".

He thought for a moment, then pursed his lips and said, somewhat tentatively but sincerely:

"Orochi, I have something for you to do: take out the ambassador of the Republic of Intis. That guy just gave me the task, but I'm not in the best condition..."

"No problem, Medici, we're comrades, I'll help you..."

Ulorus, however, did not intend to completely abandon this guy and expressed his willingness to help him, just like before.

Seeing this, the Archangel of the Red Army breathed a sigh of relief. It made Him feel that the Lord had not abandoned Him, that His trust in Him was still the same as before, and that His requests would still be taken seriously.

The Red Angel then stopped and followed Ron's footsteps.

The cluttered reception room fell silent once more, and the Angel of Fate stood still like a statue.

After a long while, His eyes shifted slightly, summoning the Aurora Society's high-ranking member in charge of the Backlund region, "Dark Saint" Kesma.

"I have a mission for you: eliminate Intis's ambassador to the Kingdom of Rune. This is the will of the War Angel!"

He spoke in a detached tone; although he was somewhat dull-witted, he wasn't so dull that his subordinates couldn't use him either.

Moreover, Ambassador Intis didn't seem like a particularly capable person, not someone worth His personal intervention.

"Yes, great Tail-Eater, Lord Urolius."

The "Dark Saint" responded respectfully, then turned and left, returning to his position to continue monitoring the gathering and guarding against any unforeseen events.

After the party ended, he suddenly appeared in front of Mr. A, patted him on the shoulder, and gave him a look that said, "You're pretty good, I have high hopes for you."

"A, I have a task for you..."

Mr. A, in the end, still could not escape his inherent fate. The task was subcontracted layer by layer, and finally fell to this ultimate working man.

(End of this chapter)