Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 233 The Invisible Duo

East District, Hound Tavern.

The faded tavern sign and the dirty walls covered in mottled marks are hidden under the dim, not-so-bright, elegant gas streetlights. They are shrouded in a dark, reddish hue, making it difficult to discern the tavern's "actual age."

However, this did not block the blond boy's gaze. His lips twitched slightly as he suddenly remembered the not-so-high-class coffee shop where he met Hazel.

Ron felt he shouldn't equate himself with such a cheap place.

Hmph, that's blasphemy!

The blond boy curled his lip, his disdainful gaze fixed on Hugh Deercha, who was grinning smugly.

"Well, the most important thing about places like this is the lively atmosphere, at least it can make people forget about unpleasant things, so essentially it's no different from other places."

Of course, the most important thing is that it's cheap enough.

The down-on-her-luck noblewoman added the second half of the sentence in her mind.

To be honest, she regrets it a little now; to be precise, she regrets it a little after saying "it's on me."

As a poor bounty hunter, what abilities and wealth does she have to invite a "demigod" to solve her troubles?

The status of a "demigod" is enough to make a powerful noble in a country befriend him at any cost, and he is often invited to various high-end banquets.

If we're talking about drinking wine, perhaps only the 1286 vintage of Ormíl red wine is worthy of being served on the table.

"Is Kim Lang-chi here?"

Ron looked up and asked the question that concerned him most.

Ever since that trip to find the Ghost Empire and drinking that wonderful golden liquid, the blond boy has fallen in love with these little guys.

To be precise, I fell in love with strong distilled spirits.

The spiciness of the toxin can stimulate the senses of this incarnation to the greatest extent, causing subtle fluctuations in his emotions.

If it weren't for the taste, Ron would actually prefer medical alcohol.

Of course, wines that taste great but have a strong aftereffect are still within his aesthetic range, such as expensive wines like Zunia Blood Wine.

"have!"

As a bounty hunter who rarely drinks but frequents taverns, Hugh's eyes lit up as he nodded upon hearing the familiar name.

Perhaps this expense could be split among the lazybones in the family, after all, Mr. Ron saved her life.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Hugh Deercha, who was 1.52 meters tall, pushed open the tavern door and went inside with Ron, who was 1.51 meters tall.

As soon as they entered, the chaotic noise instantly drowned out the two of them. Looking at the tall and strong East District drunkards, Ron fell silent once again.

The underarms don't look very appealing, especially when they have a certain smell and hair.

"My verdict is silence!"

The arbitrator was very familiar with this kind of scene. Being short, she had her own methods. She immediately muttered something under her breath, exuding a convincing aura and an indescribable authority.

The drunkards blocking the way finally realized something was wrong. They lowered their "proud" heads, shut their drooling mouths, and, looking down, discovered the "unseen fear" and the "unseen evil god."

They wisely stepped aside, refraining from mocking the two short men lest they suffer the "arbitrator's" judgment.

"Two glasses of Château de ...."

"No, I want two bottles!"

Upon arriving at the bar, Xiu greeted the bartender familiarly. She had just ordered tonight's "dishes" when the blond boy doubled the price.

Two glasses of Chinlongi were only enough for Ron Sothos to rinse his mouth.

"My God, Hugh, are you going to drink? That would be a disaster! The boss has already banned you from ordering any alcoholic beverages here, let alone strong distilled spirits like this!"

"And what's more, you actually brought a minor girl who's about your height to drink with you! Good heavens, Hugh, this is..."

"Alright! Stop talking. We're adults now, and I want a ginger beer!"

He's still a minor. Have you ever seen a minor who could take down a "Hurricane Admiral" with just one hand? He could easily crush me with one hand.

Hugh's face immediately fell, and she ordered a drink that was appropriate for someone her height.

"Hey, aren't you going to drink this?"

Seeing that the guy who was treating him had only ordered a ginger beer, the blond boy adjusted his monocle and swirled the glass in his hand.

"Mr. Ron, drinking is for forgetting troubles, but I only cause trouble for others and myself. The tables, chairs, and glasses here are all very valuable."

Seemingly sensing the subtle mockery, the bounty hunter took a small sip of his non-alcoholic ginger beer and offered a brief explanation.

"Yes, you're absolutely right, but there's nothing in this world that can make me temporarily forget my troubles!"

With his head held high, the blond youth surveyed the drunkards in the tavern.

Having detached themselves from reality, they seem to be immersed in their own world.

In a beautiful world.

Just then, the bartender, who was secretly watching Ron drink, suddenly noticed the "requirements list" on the bar. He immediately put down his glass, picked up the crumpled "list," and slammed it in front of the bounty hunter.

"Hugh, you've come at the perfect time! I've found you a very, very lucrative job, and the client is incredibly generous!"

He waved his arms exaggeratedly, using several consecutive adjectives, as if trying to get someone's attention.

It was clear that the beautiful woman ignored him, and the bartender then chuckled twice and looked at the bounty hunter, explaining in detail.

"Let me tell you, this commission is an investigation task, with a full 200 pounds in compensation. If I weren't so bad at this, I would have taken it on!"

"200 pounds!"

"I'll take this task!"

The bartender in his black vest instantly captured the attention of the impoverished bounty hunter.

Without even thinking, he slammed the cup heavily on the table to show his determination.

As the great Emperor Russell once said, if there is a 100% profit, capitalists will take risks; if there is a 200% profit, capitalists will disregard the law; and if there is a 300% profit, then capitalists will trample on everything in the world.

The same applies to bounty hunters, who also receive 200 pounds.

This is just as generous as Miss Audrey's commission!

"Heh, in fact, many bounty hunters have already accepted the job, including some as famous as you."

"This task is very simple: investigate a church that recently appeared in Backlund, called the Church of Radiance."

"We must investigate its origins, how many clergy members it has, and, more importantly, when its faith spread!"

The bartender explained in detail.

"Oh? This is a strange request. Do you know who the person who made the request is?"

Suddenly, a somewhat childish voice rang out, causing the bartender to turn his head instantly and look at the exquisitely handsome face of the blond boy.

"Uh, young sir, we don't sell our guests' information..."

Seeing this, Ron scoffed, reached into his pocket, and slammed a ten-pound note onto the table with a "thud".

"Uh, the person who placed the commission was a man. Although he tried to disguise himself, I could tell he was from the Southern Continent!"

The bartender immediately changed his attitude and, to Hugh's astonishment, betrayed his conscience to the "evil god".

"People from the Southern Continent?"

Ron Sothos frowned and asked in return, somewhat suspecting that there might be a traitor in his own ranks.

"That's right, and based on my observation, his demeanor and tone of voice are more like those of a cultured person, such as a literary connoisseur, or a university lecturer or professor!"

(End of this chapter)