Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 255 I'm doing this for your own good!

"Sharon, you've worked so hard! I didn't know you were such a capable worker!"

Ron stood on the sofa and pretended to pat the "vengeful spirit" lady who was resting next to him.

"But why do you always have that expression? I feel like smiling would be really good for your mental state!"

As he spoke, the blond boy's small, fair hands reached out and touched Sharon's pale, delicate face.

With a slight exertion of his two palms, he easily made the "vengeful spirit" twitch her lips into a smile that was even uglier than crying.

Feeling the cool, delicate touch of his palm and smelling the unique scent of the "vengeful spirit," Ron's hands groped around aimlessly, causing Sharon's face to display a variety of strange expressions.

This member of the Temperance faction of the Rose School offered no real resistance, allowing the handsome young man to manipulate him at will.

Or rather, she did put up a decent resistance, but even after becoming a "vengeful spirit," Ron was still able to touch her.

After the tarot gathering ended and a dress was offered as a sacrifice, the blond boy began to "tease" his new servant.

Ron always wanted to break down Miss Wraith's serious demeanor in order to see another side of her.

Unfortunately, his actions were not very effective, because the other party was like a real puppet.

"Controlling my desires is more beneficial to my mental state."

In the end, Sharon, who had been manipulated by the blond boy for a long time, said this.

Her face flushed slightly, and she no longer restrained herself. Instead, she boldly reached out and grabbed Ron by the back of the neck, lifting the blond boy beside her up without much effort.

He picked it up in a highly "insulting" manner.

"Hmph, actually I think you're pretty good at being sarcastic."

Looking into those azure eyes that were level with his own, and swinging his short legs that were more than twenty centimeters off the ground, Ron grunted in dissatisfaction and broke free from his restraints.

He wanted to go forward again, grab the new servant's arm, and ask her to play cards with him, but just then, the blond boy suddenly saw a pink figure push open the door to the lobby on the first floor.

The figure was wearing a pink dress with intricate patterns, had black hair and brown eyes, and had delicate features with a round, chubby face.

He rudely pushed the door open with a "bang," and upon seeing Ron, he gritted his teeth and roared:

"You little brat, prepare to die!"

Klein Moretti took two steps at a time, his legs shorter than Ron's, and rushed forward at top speed.

He seemed to have some irreconcilable hatred for the blond boy, and rushed over to Miss Wraith's astonished gaze.

He wanted to pin that wretched brat down on the sofa and give him a good beating to extinguish the fire of anger in his heart.

On the way here, the great detective had already decided that even if he lost completely again, he would still fight back!

Extending his right arm, stepping forward with his left foot, and using his waist and back muscles, Klein intended to use his fighting skills to trip Ron's hind legs and knock him down onto the sofa.

But before the great detective could get close, he suddenly felt a tightening around his neck, his feet lost their footing, and a sudden feeling of weightlessness washed over him.

He stared wide-eyed ahead, but all he saw were the boy's golden eyes, level with his own.

Shaking his short legs, Klein Moretti was surprised to find that he was being lifted up by a little kid who was only 5 centimeters taller than him with one hand.

"Hmph, Sherlock, I didn't know you had a habit of cross-dressing. This might really be a shameful hobby!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and looked down at the penniless man in his hand with an air of superiority.

His eyes seemed to say, "I'm not the shortest anymore!"

"You bastard, stop pretending to be innocent. This dress is clearly yours..."

Before Klein Moretti could finish speaking, he suddenly realized something and immediately looked up, staring incredulously at the handsome blond boy.

This dress was a sacrifice Ron gave him, and judging from the time of the sacrifice, it wasn't enough to support him to go out and buy a new dress.

and so……

"Ron, tell me honestly, is this dress yours?!"

"You're a boy, how can you dress as a girl?!"

"Although you are very beautiful, even more so than some women, you must recognize your gender and constantly monitor your mental state!"

A sharp cry suddenly rang out, the words containing the worry and concern of an "old father".

Klein suddenly realized a problem even more serious than shrinking himself: this little brat might have some unknown fetishes.

How can this be allowed?!

Wearing women's clothing not only indicates that this little brat is going astray, but also that his mental state is somewhere between "perverted" and normal.

Let alone the latter, even the former is unacceptable to this guy with slightly conservative ideas.

Yes, he's still secretly drinking heavily!

Is this something a normal teenager should be doing?!

Klein Moretti's face suddenly darkened. Although he was only 1.45 meters tall, he exuded the aura of an adult.

He immediately broke free from the boy's grasp and began to educate this "naughty" fellow.

"Ron, remember your gender, and don't try to take shortcuts..."

Hearing Klein's rambling, Ron pushed up his monocle and gave a "heartbroken" look.

Klein Moretti's heart skipped a beat at that little expression, and he instantly forgot about being teased. He quickly asked with concern:

"Ron, what's wrong? Is something bothering you?"

As a guardian, Klein felt he needed to observe and comfort this problem child more closely.

In order to prevent this little brat with magical powers from causing any great harm to society at some point.

"Ahem, Sherlock, I was actually trying to help you out of kindness, but I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful!"

"Help me...stop farting..."

Klein Moretti's face twitched, and he muttered something to himself.

Making him smaller and even dressing him in a skirt is helping him?

"snort!"

The detective, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, imitated Ron's usual arrogant manner, snorted disdainfully, and glanced at him with his eyelids raised.

Thanks to the Joker's extraordinary abilities, Klein's imitation was so convincing that Ron, who felt utterly disrespected, clenched his fists slightly.

"You should know about role-playing, right?"

"I'm helping you prepare for this role-playing, it's for your own good!"

The blond boy shrugged, shamelessly finding a perfectly legitimate reason.

"Playing the role in advance?"

"That's right! Sequence Six of the Diviner's Path is called the Faceless Man. The rule of role-playing is that you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself!"

"Therefore, cross-dressing is one of the necessary conditions for role-playing."

The boy's innocent voice echoed in the empty living room. Ron hummed and began to explain his "good intentions".

However, Klein, who already knew this wicked guy well, looked completely unconvinced.

"Ron, stop lying. If cross-dressing is just acting, then is having me serve you also acting?"

Hearing the boy's shameless explanation, Klein almost laughed out of anger. He immediately straightened up, stared straight at the lying brat, and loudly retorted.

"Uh, yes!"

"In a sense, it's not wrong!"

The blond boy was stunned for a moment, not expecting that this poor guy was so perceptive that he had actually noticed his good intentions from a long time ago.

If a mysterious servant doesn't serve the mysterious, then what kind of mysterious servant is he?

Although he is not the same as the "Lord of Mysteries", he also contains the will of the Celestial Venerable. When Klein served him, the Celestial Venerable also enjoyed this part of "serving".

So what is this if not pre-arranged acting?!

"Hahaha, Ron, do you think that because I always indulge you, it means I'm easy to fool!?"

"You're trying to fool me like this? You're not thinking this was all part of the pre-production act, are you?!"

"Could there be something related to 'lowering IQ' in the fortune teller's sequence?"

Mr. "The Clown" was so angry that his face contorted with rage. He laughed loudly, grabbed the boy's shoulder with one hand, and said through gritted teeth, word by word.

"Uh, yes!"

"You little brat! I'm going to teach you a lesson today!!!"

(End of this chapter)