Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 25 The Twilight Hermit's Meeting

"Little Ron, you can sleep here for the next couple of days. Until the Holy Temple is restored, you'd better stay within the security company and not wander around."

It was late at night, and the crimson moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating a corner of the house. The wall lamps in the night watchman's rest room were lit, their bright glow resembling the earliest campfires of humankind, dispelling the fear that represented darkness and crimson.

Looking at the energetic young man, Dunn pointed to a large bed made of two reclining sofas pushed together.

The bed was covered with bedding that Leonard had hastily purchased that afternoon, costing a total of 6 sous and 8 pence. He did not ask Mrs. Oriana for reimbursement for this expense; it was said to be a private donation from him.

"But I don't need to sleep!"

Ron told the truth that as a pillar of the state, he had never done anything so meaningless.

Before, in Backlund, he would teach Heyzoll during the day and go out for a stroll (fishing) or find a place to sit and daydream (arguing in his head).

"No, little Ron, even if you are an insomniac, you still need to rest for four hours every day. Besides, you are still a child. If you don't sleep well for a long time, you won't grow tall."

Dunn ignored the boy's reasons and looked at him with a headache. His reason for believing that Ron was an insomniac was based entirely on the events described by Klein.

Because the ability to pull people into dreams is clearly something that can only be achieved through this method, and according to Dunn's speculation, this boy of about ten years old is probably experiencing the same nightmare as him!

"Could this be the illegitimate child of some high-ranking member of the church?"

Such questions filled the minds of every night watchman.

He had no time to think too much, because Dunn Smith was now facing an incredibly difficult task.

That task was to figure out how to get the child to sleep!

This posed a real challenge for the captain, who had been single for over thirty years.

"Little Ron, how about I tell you a bedtime story? After the story, you can go to sleep, okay?"

After much deliberation, this gentleman, whose hairline was receding, decided to follow the method advocated by Emperor Roselle.

After all, this emperor was an expert in every aspect, including telling fairy tales to his children.

"Hmm... what should I talk about?"

"Little Ron, let me tell you a story about tadpoles looking for their mother, written by Emperor Roselle!"

Before the blond-haired, golden-eyed boy could answer, the captain of the night watchman squad began to tell a story based on the fairy tale he remembered.

"A long, long time ago, there was a group of..."

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"In short, the tadpoles finally found their mother with the help of missing person notices and the police."

"How's it going, Ron? How's the story?"

After finishing this educational fairy tale, Captain Ron, who had little self-awareness about his memory, looked at Ron, trying to get the boy's praise.

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"Not bad!"

Ron pursed his lips and gave a reluctant compliment.

Thus, Ron Sothos temporarily infiltrated Blackthorn Security Company and temporarily infiltrated the side of the Celestial Venerable's successor.

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Ron currently has two big dreams.

One option is to resurrect himself and reclaim his authority.

Second, kill those two old Dengs!!!

Klein Moretti is his current main target because the other party has his own Source Castle.

If we add to that his personality, character, morality, and morality are similar to those of the Deathly Ghost, then perhaps even before he reaches Sequence Zero, the Deathly Ghost will likely be resurrected in his body at Sequence Two or Sequence One.

After all, the closer one gets to Him, the more likely one is to become Him, because even if such a resurrection vessel has an anchor, it cannot resist the erosion of the old ghost's will.

No one is more qualified to speak on this than Ron.

"After all, it's precisely because of my completely opposite personality that I've been able to contend with Him for so many years!"

"Just you wait, kid, I'll find out what you're really made of sooner or later!"

Ron's eyes were firm as he stared straight at Klein in front of him.

"Ron? Little Ron!?"

A gentle, aged voice rang out, instantly pulling Ron back to reality.

"Little Ron, you're daydreaming again. Giving you a lesson always gives me the illusion of becoming a midnight poet."

Instead of harshly criticizing the blond boy, the elderly gentleman in front of him first spoke humorously, making a joke.

"Alright, Ron, we've studied long enough. It's lunch break time!"

Old Neil took out his pocket watch from his inner pocket, glanced at it, and seeing that it was almost noon, waved his hand to signal the end of today's lessons.

Two and a half days have passed since Ron infiltrated Blackthorn Security.

Ron kept a close eye on Klein for two and a half days.

In the past two and a half days, he has completely corrupted all the security company personnel with his harmless appearance, causing them to lower most of their guard against him.

Of course, this excludes Klein Moretti, who is the victim, because a certain brat always stares at him from behind, even following him to the bathroom.

However, Ron doesn't plan to follow Klein today, because today is an important day.

1349 7 Month 15 Day.

It was the day the bearded man invited him to a mysterious party.

There, he might find the information about his lost authority. When the time comes, he can gather all the authority and be resurrected, and then he can beat the Heavenly Venerable and kick the Primordial One!

Once Ron figured this out, he felt much better, and even Klein Moretti, who had been staring at him, suddenly seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

The midday sun shone through the glass, making the lounge exceptionally bright. Ron sat on his bed, using his spatial abilities to isolate himself from the real world.

He took out the cross pendant from his pocket, and a part of his consciousness drifted into the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness. Then, a flash of white light appeared, and his figure suddenly appeared outside the door of a magnificent steeple church.

For some reason, he always felt that this church matched the original guy perfectly.

Ron stood there unconsciously, thinking and thinking, raising his hand and controlling his five fingers to extend and bend, bend and extend, until finally he shook his head and sighed.

There are too many, really too many.

Judging from the current situation, Ron felt that he would need to work harder to put down the original coffin lid.

Because that guy occupied five pathways, each of which represented the hope of His resurrection and return.

How many coffins would that take?!

Without much time to think, the boy gradually came to his senses, raised his hand to push open the giant archway covered with various mysterious patterns, and stepped inside.

As soon as he entered, his view opened up instantly. The interior of the church was extremely spacious, with various gold ornaments and mysterious patterns frequently seen on the walls.

Although there is a lot of gold decoration here, it does not have that glittering, nouveau riche vibe. Instead, each gold pattern is incredibly intricate and bears the heavy marks of a long history.

In contrast, the areas with fewer decorations and gold patterns are filled with paintings imbued with religious significance, making the entire church appear sacred and solemn, unconsciously inspiring awe.

"Heh, a newcomer has arrived..."

Thanks for the monthly ticket, Bai He!

(End of this chapter)