Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 246 Even "Great Beings" Fear Social Death (3K)

"No!!!"

"Arods, have you forgotten who polishes your mirror every day, keeping it sparkling clean?!"

"Have you forgotten the pure friendship we shared?!"

Do you remember who always revealed your deepest secrets to you?

The butler of the Mechanical Heart was so frightened that he was incoherent. He racked his brains trying to find some connection with the "Magic Mirror" in order to awaken the conscience of this despicable creature.

However, even a "mirror" would probably be powerless to do anything about this, because this mirror has no conscience whatsoever.

"No, no, no, little one, can I tell you in private? Please don't answer casually!!!"

Seeing that his attempts to seize the mirror and awaken Arrodes' conscience had failed, Iconsel Bernard turned his attention to Ron, who held the power of life and death over him.

Without a doubt, if this extraordinary individual, who lacks self-awareness, answers "yes" or "want," he can most likely retire directly or find a deserted place to spend the rest of his life.

The blond boy habitually pushed up his monocle and looked with interest at the mechanical heart butler, who was dressed entirely in black and had stubbornly fluffy hair.

Ron said with a chuckle:

"Heh, you wouldn't want your subordinates to know your secrets, would you?"

???

What are you saying? What kind of talk is that?!

'No wonder he was able to associate with Arodes so quickly. It seems that's how it's done for sacred objects to be bound to their owners within the church.'

Staring at the little brat with that "despicable" smile, the butler stood there dumbfounded for a long time, speechless.

Those words, carrying a strange undertone, sent a shiver down his spine, and inexplicably conjured up images in his mind that he absolutely could not utter aloud.

It took Ikonser several seconds to react, and a forced smile appeared on his dark face, revealing eight white teeth.

What are your requirements?

Under the threat of what is technically known as "social death," the official extraordinary beings finally bowed their heads to "evil."

As Emperor Roselle aptly said, "I fear not being ground to dust, but only wish to leave behind a pure reputation."

"Social death" doesn't care whether you're alive or dead; it treats everyone in the world fairly.

"I think this mirror is very interesting and it suits my taste. Could you give it to me?"

The blond boy touched the surface of the mirror again, causing the "magic mirror" in his hand to tremble, as if he had reached the highest level of pleasure.

"Little one, this is a rather dangerous Level 1 sealed artifact, and I don't have the authority to give it to you!"

Ikonser Bernard's smile faded, and he spoke seriously.

He seemed particularly resolute when it came to the interests of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, a wisdom born of his years of experience.

As he said, Iconsor did not have the ability to directly give the "magic mirror" to Ron, so whether he chose it or not, there was only one answer.

The adult world is always full of choices, but damn fate tells you that you can only take the most miserable path.

"Hmph, then call the person in charge, or I'll spread all your secrets!"

Ron remained unmoved, scoffing dismissively, and continued to threaten the Mechanical Heart Deacon in front of him with extremely "despicable" words.

Even Archbishop Horamik of Backlund probably couldn't make a decision on this matter.

Extremely complex thoughts flashed through her mind, and a bitter feeling once again filled her heart. Iconsel Bernard was completely plunged into despair.

But just then, the office door was suddenly pushed open, and a slightly aged voice came from inside.

"Alright, Ikonser, that guy isn't an evil Extraordinary. He's the Archbishop of the Radiant Cathedral, so strictly speaking, his status should be equal to mine."

"Archbishop Horamik!"

As soon as the aged voice rang out, Ikonser felt as if he had seen a relative. But before he could rush forward with snot and tears streaming down his face to accuse him, he froze on the spot.

The Radiant Church, isn't that a church that was established a while ago with the support of the church? I even installed the pews there.

No, wait, this guy is also an archbishop, just like Archbishop Khoramik!?

"You are Sequence Four!"

The butler blurted out words of astonishment, as if he had found the reason why Arodes was so obedient in the other party's hands.

Besides sharing similar tastes and equally despicable personalities, this kid's strength probably also played a significant role.

"Mr. Divine Messenger, it's so good to know you're alright!"

Meanwhile, Hilde, who serves as the sole bishop of Backlund and is the "master of time and space," also appeared, looking at the incarnation of "God" with some concern.

She did not reveal Ron's true identity because it was the will of "God".

Clearly, this "endless wisdom" also knows that his actions will tarnish his reputation and shatter his glorious and majestic image, just like his amusing behavior just now.

If he hadn't made a deal with the bearded man, he wouldn't have needed his "bishop" to take him away; he could have simply pushed everything onto the son of the ancient sun god.

But now he couldn't do that, so after thinking it over, Ron simply started to learn from Mr. Fool.

It's fun to use multiple accounts for a short time, and it's even more fun to use multiple accounts all the time.

What business is it of Ron Sothos's to have fun?

"Your Excellency, that mirror is an important sealing artifact of the Church, so it cannot be given as a gift. If you need other Level 2 sealing artifacts, I can give you one or two in my personal capacity."

The wealthy and powerful archbishop had clearly heard Ron's inappropriate remarks, and in order to prevent his unfortunate deacon from being killed, he had no choice but to personally take charge and express his opinion.

"Fine, if you don't want to send it, then don't. I'll give you that face."

With a small sigh, the blond boy shook his head in disappointment, discarding the mirror that sounded so pleasant to the ear, just like a scumbag.

Now that he is in his own position as "archbishop," he cannot do anything too disrespectful.

Moreover, there are many ways to obtain this mirror.

Although the archbishop did not agree, he could have easily found an opportunity to exchange it with the "God of Steam and Machinery".

What a big deal!

Most importantly, Ron Sothos has always preferred fair trade and never takes a penny more than his fair share from the people.

After setting down Arodes, the blond youth declined the invitation from the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese, the "God of Steam and Machinery," to have a drink, and swaggered away from St. Cirran's Cathedral with his "bishop."

Pushing open the church doors and gazing at the towering spire, Ron adjusted his monocle.

"God, I will definitely work hard to spread your faith in Backlund, so that the Radiant Church can become like this place!"

Seemingly sensing Ron's ulterior motives, Hilde immediately knelt down and swore an oath to the incarnation of "God".

Sigh~ I don't expect you to achieve anything great, I just hope you don't starve to death.

Hearing this heartfelt vow and recalling the tragic state of the Church of Glory, the "Time and Space Ruler" was deeply distressed.

Iron Gate Street.

Brave Ones Bar.

"You poor wretch, you're late! You made me wait here for a full half hour!"

"If it weren't for our agreement, I would have already gathered people and gone home!"

Watching Sherlock Moriarty hurriedly get off the carriage, the blond boy kicked his shin hard and muttered in dissatisfaction.

It was already dark, around seven or eight o'clock in Backlund.

"Sorry, Ron, I was busy with a commissioned task and I didn't realize I was missing the deadline."

Actually, it's not my fault; you should blame the fact that catching someone in the act is a real skill...

Klein Moretti muttered to himself, clearly not entirely convinced.

"Heh, a mission?"

"What kind of commissions can you make? Is it some kind of job to catch a cat cheating?"

Seeing that the great detective dared to talk back and that his apology lacked any sincerity, the boy retorted directly, showing him no respect whatsoever.

"In fact, I'm already considered to have a middle-class income!"

What's wrong with catching a cat cheating? This is earning money through labor, unlike you who just wants to take advantage of others.

Klein outwardly agreed, but inwardly he was grumbling, while revealing a warm smile.

The two continued arguing without stopping. Klein pulled the blond boy and pushed open the door of the "Brave Ones" bar.

Ignoring the astonished gaze of the nearly two-meter-tall burly man at the door, Klein pushed open the door and immediately felt a wave of heat, smelled the strong aroma of malt liquor, and heard a noisy commotion.

It's currently peak season for the tavern, so the place is a mixed bag of people, all of whom are arrogant and haughty, which is quite unfriendly to Ron, who is only 1.51 meters tall.

Klein adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, protecting the valuables while pulling the little kid by the back of the neck and squeezing him to the bar.

"A glass of South Wales beer"

"A glass of Leroy!"

But before he could complete the specific procedures and inquire about the location of Kaspas, he heard the blond boy beside him also order a drink.

Moreover, it is a strong distilled spirit.

"Ron, you're a child, you can't drink!"

Klein's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he immediately bent down, placing his hands on Ron's shoulders. His brown eyes stared straight into the stubborn golden eyes, lecturing him like an old woman.

Yesterday at Ron's house, he noticed that the little brat smelled strongly of alcohol and kept glancing at the bottles. However, because of what had happened last night, Klein didn't take this small matter to heart.

However, it seems this little brat has a drinking problem. How can someone so young drink alcohol?!

(End of this chapter)