Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 243 God of Steam and Machinery: This is a serious diplomatic incident... (3K)

"Edmund, you're not like us. Why are you a homeless person? You don't look like someone from the East End at all!"

"You're still too concerned about saving face!"

Sean seemed to sense his companion's silence, and he grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

"I used to be a grain merchant. It was all because of that damned Grain Act. I took out loans to buy grain at inflated prices, but in the end, I couldn't even recoup my costs... In the end, I couldn't repay those loans and had to mortgage the bank along with my house and goods. Those greedy bloodsuckers!"

"My wife couldn't bear the blow of bankruptcy and died... My children couldn't bear the burden of debt and jumped into the Tasok River..."

"Sigh, after my wife and children passed away, I tried to be with them, but the poison I bought seems to have lost its effectiveness. Now I'm all alone..."

Upon hearing his companion's question, Edmund was momentarily lost in thought, as if recalling his happy and fulfilling first half of life. But then he fell silent, unwilling to accept the harsh reality that was so close at hand.

"A grain merchant? Does that mean you have more and more food than you can possibly eat?"

Upon hearing the word "grain merchant," Sean, whose face was thin and whose expression was equally weary, instantly perked up, looking at Edmund with a mixture of expectation and disappointment.

He didn't try to comfort his companion, because he had heard far too many stories like this; the title of grain merchant was far more appealing to him.

In his view, nothing was more appealing than food.

"But those all belong to the banks now..."

With a deep sigh, Edmund casually found a corner to sit down, trying to conserve his limited energy.

Breathing in the fresh air after the rain, and tightening their clothes that were a little damp from last night's heavy rain, the two homeless men sat there without saying another word.

"Edmund, look over there!"

After a long while, Sean suddenly shook Edmund's shoulder, waking him from his dazed state.

"She's definitely rich. Look at her, she's not even 1.6 meters tall, and she doesn't have any bodyguards. She must be a rich young lady who sneaked out for fun!!!"

"Edmund, mess up your hair a bit. These rich kids are the easiest to fool. We can definitely get a lot of money by taking advantage of their sympathy. Maybe the two of us can even rent a place on the floor for the whole night, then we can get a good night's sleep!"

A sharpness that didn't belong to him suddenly appeared in Sean's confused and bewildered eyes. He quickly explained his plan and forcefully tugged at his slow-reacting companion, afraid that this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity would be snatched away by another homeless man.

The blond boy's gaze swept over everything around him, and he found that the East District was still the same as before, with no major changes.

I never would have guessed that poor guy was actually quite rich. Couldn't he compare himself to someone better, like Audrey?

Having once again evaded a hurried and arrogant pedestrian from the East End, Ron's little face darkened even more horribly.

In just one hour, this great and powerful man was robbed a total of 12 times in the East District. Eight of them were robberies, and the remaining four were all sexual assaults.

Although "Endless Wisdom" had foreseen this, it still couldn't help but curse Medici, that bastard, in its heart, since it was it that suggested coming to the East End.

"Kind, compassionate lady, could you please spare me some food? I haven't eaten for days."

Just then, Ron saw two vagrants with thin faces and tattered clothes walking towards him, one after the other.

The former staggered, as if he had no strength left, and collapsed to the ground, pleading for help.

The latter's steps were slightly stiff, though very subtle and not easily noticed, but it always gave people a feeling of awkwardness.

Ron’s gaze swept over Edmund in an instant, making him suddenly tremble and unconsciously take two steps back.

"While I don't mind being called 'Miss,' theoretically you should call me 'Sir'!"

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The blond boy withdrew his gaze, proudly raised his head, and was very satisfied to have finally encountered a normal homeless person.

"Uh, kind sir, I haven't eaten in ages."

Upon hearing Ron's correction, Sean, who had been pleading on the ground, immediately changed his tune, secretly delighted, thinking that he had finally encountered a big fish.

"So, your wish is to be full?"

Ron lowered his head, looking at the lowly man at his feet, and voiced his doubts.

"Yes, young sir, please have pity on me and my brother. We haven't eaten a single piece of noodles for three whole days."

"Young sir, please have pity on me. I haven't eaten a single piece of bread for four whole days."

But before Sean could finish his plea, a voice even more humble and earnest came through.

Although the sound wasn't loud, it was just the right amount of sound that could be clearly heard, precisely reaching Ron and Sean's ears.

Sean's eyes widened in surprise; he hadn't expected that even in the field of begging, there could be such intense competition.

"Your requests are not a problem to me at all. However, I have one condition: since I have satisfied your hunger, you should remember my name!"

The blond boy looked at the two people lying on the ground in front of him. One of the beggars, who was hesitant and too embarrassed to admit it, spoke arrogantly.

"Thank you, kind sir!"

"You are a very generous gentleman."

"Storm above, you must be sent by the Lord to save us!"

Upon hearing Ron's words, a glimmer of light appeared in the eyes of Sean and the beggar who joined them later, as if their hope for life had been rekindled.

"Hmph ╯^╰."

Pshaw, the storm is above... You should thank the great master of time and space...

Hearing their praise, Ron scoffed and muttered to himself before breaking free and heading to the bakery a few dozen meters away. He planned to correct their erroneous views once the transaction was fully completed.

Before long, Ron, who had spent a few sous, returned with two servings of oat bread.

"Kind sir, there are three of us here, and two orders of bread might be too much..."

Seeing the food in the blond boy's hand, Sean became somewhat anxious. He hadn't expected that this seemingly wealthy guy would be so stingy.

They made it sound so nice, but in the end they only gave them two loaves of bread to get rid of them.

I can eat three servings by myself!

The seasoned homeless man thought with a touch of bitterness.

"Do not be blinded by what is before you. I have said that since I have satisfied you, I will satisfy you forever."

"This bread, even if you keep eating it nonstop, you'll never finish it!"

The great being noticed the homeless man's confusion and bewilderment. He lowered his head, tore open the packaging, and broke a loaf of bread in half.

But then, a miraculous scene unfolded.

The bread in Ron's hand didn't look any different at all. It was as if it had fallen into some kind of absolute logical paradox, causing the bread to split into two pieces!

"this!"

Sean and the other homeless people were so amazed by this incredible scene that they couldn't stop staring. They all got up from the ground and quickly rubbed their eyes.

"My God, how did you do that...?"

"This...this can't be a magic show, can it...?"

The two homeless men gasped in amazement, looking at the kind blond boy in disbelief.

"This isn't magic; this bread is absolutely real!"

Shaking his head, Ron tossed the bread to the homeless men in front of him, letting them try it themselves.

Taking this opportunity, he glanced once more at Edmund, who was standing there staring blankly at everything, and pushed up his monocle made of crystal.

"As for why I gave you two portions, the reason is simply because there are only the two of you here."

A smile crept onto the blond boy's lips as he looked at the two homeless men wolfing down their bread and gave them the answer to their earlier confusion.

There are only the two of us here!

Upon hearing this, Sean's mind went blank for a moment. A chill ran down his spine, and he quickly retreated to his companion's side, watching the homeless man who had joined the begging party with great vigilance.

However, he discovered that the other person's movements were almost exactly the same as his, retreating at the same speed and with the same look of astonishment!

Just then, the veteran homeless man's nose twitched, and his face contorted instantly, as if he had smelled something extremely disgusting.

He had smelled this smell before; it was the smell of another of his comrades who had been killed long after he died!

This is the stench of a rotting corpse!

"Sean, I remember now. I... I didn't commit suicide by poisoning myself. It was my wife who committed suicide by poisoning herself. I jumped into the Tasok River when we went bankrupt."

The illusory, dreamlike words entered the homeless man's ears. Sean looked at Edmund in front of him, his expression stiff, his skin pale and swollen. In that short moment, Edmund began to rot rapidly, oozing out streams of disgusting pus.

His already dull eyes shifted slightly, forcing out streams of deep red, foul-smelling blood as he turned to look at himself.

"you!"

"Sir, it's that man up ahead. I just saw him this morning!"

Before the terrified screams could even begin, the voices of patrolling police officers suddenly echoed through the street.

He ran at breakneck speed, followed by a three-person trainee inspector team. They carried various small boxes on their bodies, as if they contained tools needed for their work.

Upon seeing the scene before them, the three men immediately accelerated, instantly overtaking the patrolling police officers leading the way. Their actions were extremely decisive. After visually estimating the blond boy's height and confirming that there would be no accidental injury, they immediately pulled out revolvers from their armpit holsters and fired a golden bullet with a "bang."

The bullet seemed to carry the warmth of the sun, instantly dissolving most of the strange "water ghost's" head.

The two homeless men were terrified. Seeing this illogical scene, they scrambled to escape, simultaneously dropping their "infinite bread," because this was also illogical.

However, their operation failed because two other members of Mechanical Heart arrived quickly and subdued them.

"No, no, I'm not a monster!"

"Yes, yes, that's right, I am a homeless person, but this has nothing to do with me!"

They begged loudly for mercy, fearing that a revolver would slice off most of their heads.

"Be honest, we'll naturally check if you have any problems!"

The members of Mechanical Heart did not let their guard down and immediately pressed their revolvers against their foreheads.

"He, he's the monster! He gives us so much bread we can never finish it!"

"Yes, yes, he's so handsome, he can't be human. He, he's a wizard! He just used magic to turn one loaf of bread into two, three, or even four!"

Under the threat of death, the two homeless men betrayed Ron without hesitation, which made the blond boy's eyelids twitch and he was speechless.

Hearing these incoherent words, the squad leader of Mechanical Heart's expression changed slightly. He hadn't expected such a sure thing to turn out to have so many variables. He immediately raised his gun, pointed it directly at Ron, and said seriously:

"Put down your weapons, raise your hands, and surrender immediately!"

(End of this chapter)