Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 242 The Great Beings of the Five Ridges and Six Beasts (3K)

"Instead of doing that, why don't you hire some other servants?"

Hearing the blond boy's trash talk and feeling the embarrassment of being belittled, Klein gave a comical smile to hide his hurt feelings.

"Ordinary people are not suitable for my manor. What? Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"

"If you actively recommend this service, it will effectively make up for your debts!"

Pushing up his monocle, Ron saw the struggle in Klein's heart. Then, he grinned and, like those evil gods and demons, uttered a seductive and irresistible whisper.

Klein Moretti, clearly still immature, was immediately swayed by the "evil god's" influence and began rushing headlong down the road to the "abyss."

"Hey, Ron, you'd better not get any funny ideas!"

"I know of a gathering of extraordinary people. I can take you there tonight, but don't do anything reckless!"

Klein said with a solemn expression.

After ending the morning conversation, he didn't say anything more, pushed the troublesome little kid aside, and went to the washroom to wash up.

Upon seeing the breakfast that moved the poor man to tears, he recklessly promised that if he ever became successful, he would definitely treat Ron to a big meal.

Then, he once again expressed his praise for Medici's culinary skills and his amazement at the luxurious breakfast.

However, Klein's sincerity was met with a disdainful snort and two harsh taunts.

"To be honest, I feel like you two must have a lot in common."

Silently muttering to himself, Klein put the last bite of the black pepper steak covered with a thin layer of gold leaf into his mouth, savoring the taste of "money".

He never got to eat something like this in his life, not even in his past life.

Influenced by Emperor Roselle, this dish with gold leaf can only be found in truly high-end Intis-style restaurants.

After finishing breakfast, the great detective got up to leave, not intending to continue letting "capitalism" corrupt his heart and soul here.

As for the investigation mission he was assigned to, Klein had no intention of giving up. Although he had experienced the life of the wealthy, 5 pounds was still important to him.

He needs to submit a report to his client stating that everything is normal.

"Anyway, they're going to invite Ron to invest, so they can rest assured about that. The kid doesn't have any cash flow problems or a mountain of debt he can't repay."

Klein sneaked out of the mansion unnoticed, took a breath of fresh air, and resumed his work of catching adulterers.

"Busy, everyone's busy, good thing they're busy."

Seeing Klein's busy figure, Ron suddenly felt a sense of guilt and began to reflect on whether he was being too "pathetic" by staying at home all day doing nothing.

"Heh, to be honest, you look just like a little piglet being kept in a pen, especially with all the grunting and whining!"

"Instead of wasting your time, you'd be better off researching ways to help 'the Lord' break through the Seven Gods' blockade!"

Seeing Ron's utterly dejected look, Medici flicked the talisman pendant in his hand, speaking as if casually, or perhaps as a reminder.

"Hmph, you traitor!"

The blond boy didn't even glance at the red angel behind him, but simply snorted coldly and began to make veiled insults.

You're thinking of sending him to fight the Seven Gods with a Sequence 2 card?

Even if the true creator were insane, they wouldn't do something so mindless.

The other party's actions were undoubtedly an attempt to curry favor with Ron Sothos, or perhaps to redeem Medici from his bondage.

Otherwise, with Red Angel's foul mouth, she'll eventually provoke the great "Time and Space Ruler" completely, and it would be difficult to deal with her being beaten half to death then.

As a former boss, "The True Creator" clearly has a very thorough understanding of the personalities of his subordinates.

Ron pushed up his monocle again, gave a disapproving glance to the bewildered Medici, and then habitually leaned back on the soft sofa. With a wave of his hand, he began to examine the prayer marks he had marked so highly.

"That descendant of Roselle hasn't contacted me yet; he seems to still be on his way back to Trier."

"Roy Moore, my chosen one has not prayed in a long time; he's been too busy with the war to have time."

As for Searchea

Ron pursed his lips at the huge pile of prayer lights that shone with dazzling light, then raised his little golden head, revealing a haughty expression, and listened attentively to the loyal praise and hymns from Siana.

It feels so good to have someone flatter you!

"."

As for the Red Angel, who stood aside and witnessed all of this, he was speechless for a moment, seemingly having never seen such a tasteless and great being.

"If you want to hear praise or compliments, why not go to the East District? Just give those homeless people some food, and you'll get their heartfelt faith and songs in return."

"In any era, it is not uncommon for people to sell themselves to evil gods in order to fill their stomachs."

Evil god? Evil my ass!

"Medici, you should thank your Lord, otherwise I would have long ago bestowed upon you supreme wisdom, so that you wouldn't always be unable to see the current situation clearly!"

Just then, the great "Endless Wisdom" finished inspecting the believers' prayers, responded to those who requested the bestowal of power, and ended the day's labor.

He stretched and slumped down as if he had no bones.

"There's still no news about Hugh's employer... We haven't found a suitable vampire to confirm Lilith's condition... Capturing the Outer Gods still requires finding a suitable location to hold the ritual and deceive them... The war in the Southern Continent isn't looking too optimistic, but we've already established a basic base."

"Backlund still has no believers..."

"The resurrection process is stalled for the time being..."

I seem to have nothing left to do...

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Eastside.

Broken Axe Street.

"You filthy bugs! This lawn and these benches aren't for you to enjoy! Get up, get up now, and get out of here!"

Patrol officers from the East District brandished batons and dispersed the homeless people in a small park on this street.

They brought with them the raw brutality and savagery characteristic of East Backlund, showcasing the chaos of the area to its fullest extent.

Having only attended free church schools, they clearly could not understand what Emperor Rosell meant by "solving the problem at its root."

Of course, they also lack the ability or awareness to solve this problem.

Therefore, even though they are law enforcement officers, they can sometimes become the trigger for chaos.

"Those damned black and white dogs..."

As for those homeless people who were driven away, some were angry, some were resentful, and some were just lifeless and dead.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in Backlund, especially in the East End where there are many homeless people.

The police officers would always use "city beautification" as a reason to drive them away.

Does the absence of homeless people in parks necessarily improve the overall appearance of a city?

"This is a public facility, why won't you let us rest here!"

Among the homeless, some shouted loudly, seemingly still clinging to a last glimmer of hope for these "high and mighty" police officers.

"Just get out of here, stop wasting your breath!"

However, these police officers were extremely annoyed by this troublemaker. They scanned their surroundings with sharp eyes and successfully found the despicable guy who was going against them.

In the East District, in this area that belongs to them, few people dare to defy them.

Although these lower-ranking police officers could not understand Rosell's philosophical words, they knew the "parables" that were passed down by the emperor.

For example, "killing a chicken to show the curly-haired baboon".

The voice came from a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. He was wearing a somewhat tattered round-neck shirt and dark trousers, with a dirty black leather vest over it. He was thin, with a pale face, dark eyes, and his hair, though rough and dry, was very neatly styled.

This significantly elevated his overall demeanor, making him appear more like a shrewd businessman than a homeless person.

"I've already said, public facilities aren't places for a bunch of filthy geezers to sleep!"

"That's the rule!"

The patrolling officers in the area reiterated the point, scanning the unruly troublemaker up and down with their eyes. He strode forward, gripping the police baton specifically used for "maintaining order."

It seemed that if the homeless man in front of him said just one more word, he would be severely punished by the "law"!

However, as soon as he entered within five meters of the man, he frowned, pinched his nose, and seemed to smell something disgusting.

"I'm so sorry, officer, this guy's starving. We'll leave now!"

"Edmund, how many times have I told you? Show respect to the police officers! Respect!"

But just then, before the patrolling officers could close in again, another figure suddenly darted out from the distance of the park.

While flashing a fawning smile at the police officer, he roughly grabbed Edmund's arm, trying to make him bow his head to avoid a beating.

"Leave now, or it will be considered violent resistance to law enforcement!"

Seeing the two homeless men lower their heads at the same time, the patrolling police officer waved his hand in disgust, gave a verbal warning, and then went to drive away the other homeless men.

"Storm above, damn it, Edmund, do you know how dangerous that was? If it weren't for me, you might have been whipped to a pulp, maybe even gotten sick, and ended up dying in some alley!"

"That's what happened to Stiyl before. He just wanted to sneak into prison, but he got beaten up by those black and white dogs and died!"

As the homeless man pulled Edmund away from the dangerous place at breakneck speed, he couldn't help but complain to him.

"Sean, shouldn't the police be helping citizens in trouble?"

Hearing his companion's words, the former businessman, who had been homeless for less than half a month, asked in a low voice the question that had been on his mind.

"Huh!? Edmund, look at us! We're homeless, the lowest of the low in this city, and you expect those gentlemen to help us?!"

"By the Storms above, if I weren't still receiving relief food from the Church of Storms, I would have abandoned my faith long ago!"

"Edmund, no matter how noble your former status, once you become a vagrant, you should abandon all dignity!"

This homeless man, with extensive experience in homelessness, shared his experiences with a companion he had recently met.

".Oh"

Edmund simply chuckled softly, followed by a long silence.

(End of this chapter)