Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 264 The Twilight Hermit Society, Fourth Round (3.2K)

The saying "Believe in the power of the gods, but not in their mercy" doesn't seem to apply to Ron.

In most cases, he doesn't care too much, displaying a kind of "carefree" and "unrestrained" attitude of "I am invincible, you can do whatever you want".

They are like gods who play games in the human world.

The "Goddess of the Night" is also aware of this.

Amanisis had been closely observing this ever since he relentlessly confronted the three of them in order to vent his anger for his little followers.

The detective with the Source Castle on his person, and his experiences and interactions with Ron, undoubtedly illustrate this point.

That is, only sincerity can be reciprocated with sincerity.

This phrase is undoubtedly laughable, despised, and completely ignored in this world.

That's the kind of thing that anyone who believes in is a complete idiot!

However, Amanisis thought this was not bad, at least she didn't have to worry about anyone scheming against her or stabbing her in the back.

"Amanisis, wake up! I'm not used to you not using underhanded tactics, not speaking in riddles, and not being a sneaky villain!"

"Heh, apart from his mouth, he's pretty good..."

After changing the subject and chatting with Ron for nearly half an hour, the female wolf sighed inwardly.

During that half hour, He asked many questions openly, many of which concerned the Old Ones' ascension and some of what Ron called "Old One common sense knowledge."

Great and boundless wisdom, naturally, is like a teacher, continuously imparting its teachings.

This made Amanisis feel like a complete idiot.

If I had known they would answer all my questions, why would I have gone to all that trouble to get information out of them?

"Ron, why...why did you tell me all this? You could have sold these for a much better price!"

Having acquired a considerable amount of knowledge, Amanisis asked cautiously, feeling somewhat uneasy.

"Oh, consider this payment for the information. You don't mind, do you?"

"I've paid. If your information is wrong, I'll come back to settle the score with you!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle. Although he asked if there were any objections, he used declarative sentences, which implied a sense of coercion.

Favors should naturally be repaid with favors, and Ron's selfless sharing of knowledge has even left the Goddess of Night in a considerable debt.

Klein is right: what's free is often the most expensive.

"..."

"Ha, liar... What 'sincere feelings' for 'sincere feelings'? This world remains as cold and unchanging as ever."

The Goddess of the Night was silent for a while, then clenched her teeth, realizing that she had been tricked by Ron. She had actually believed his "sincere" lies.

To be honest, He didn't want to waste this favor on something like this, especially after witnessing the "symbol" of the "pillar".

"Alright, I've told you everything you wanted to know. You can leave the gift and leave. Or do you intend to spend the night with me here?"

In the end, Amanisis, who was somewhat indignant, issued an order to leave.

"Hmph, fine, you really are a heartless bastard. I told you so much, and instead of kneeling down and kowtowing to thank me, you even tried to kick me out."

The blond-haired boy sighed helplessly. Before he could finish speaking, he felt the surrounding forces concealing themselves from him. Without putting up any further resistance, this nobody was thus kicked out of the Dark Heaven Kingdom.

"Hmph, just like that little slut Lilith said, he's a complete pervert. But it seems I can give him a good lesson in that area later."

Recalling the scenes of her encounter with Ron, the Goddess of the Night carefully analyzed the situation. However, after much deduction, she suddenly sighed, feeling as if she were flirting with danger on the verge of breaking through.

The oppressive feeling He had just experienced weighed heavily on His heart, and the balance of the anchor seemed to be broken. He looked up at the starry sky, lost in thought.

After a long while, Amanisis turned his gaze to the bag Ron had been carrying. He strolled forward, wanting to see what was in this hidden gift.

However, as soon as He broke the seal and opened the bag, He suddenly fell silent.

One bottle of women's hair removal cream stood out from the others, while another bag was full of desserts. It was obvious that someone hadn't been able to resist sneaking a few bites, and then, in a self-deceiving manner, had completely scrambled the order of the pastries.

"Oh, you little brat, how rude of you!"

The Lady Wolf couldn't help but growl, sensing the subtle provocation.

He could understand if it were hair care cream made from the Doningsman tree, but what the heck is hair removal cream? Does it want him to go bald because he doesn't sleep at night?!

Thursday.

noon.

After his secret rendezvous with the "Goddess of the Night" late at night yesterday, Ron returned to his room to await the arrival of the next day.

On one hand, he wanted to see if his men could find any clues in Backlund, and on the other hand, the gathering in the ocean of the collective unconscious was about to begin again.

This high-level "mutual aid society" can help him solve many problems, but of course he also has to pay a lot of compensation.

Ron's golden eyes lit up slightly as he saw the vengeful spirit diligently using its own channels to inquire about matters related to the "Cult of Spirits," and Medici, who claimed to be seeking information from the Great Serpent but was actually building his own legion at the Aurora Society's stronghold.

"Hmph, the progress is so slow. I'm still waiting for you to assemble your legion and then send you to fight in the Southern Continent."

Ron was well aware of Medici's underhanded tactics, and he was always very tolerant of this kind of ambitious and promising "leeks" (a term for easily exploited individuals).

Finally, it was noon, and the pale sunlight shone in through the window, while the gray sky remained as always.

Ron pulled a silver cross pendant from his pocket, and with a portion of his will, he arrived outside the church in the ocean of the collective unconscious.

With a loud bang, the magnificent, ornately decorated church suffered its monthly calamity, enduring inhumane and brutal treatment.

Fortunately, this was just a figment of imagination; otherwise, Hermes's monthly work would definitely include repairing doors.

"Good afternoon, sir. To be honest, the timing of this gathering is quite strange. Don't you all eat lunch?"

The boy's familiar voice came from outside the door, causing the high-level worker to tremble and shiver.

Adhering to the principle of listening to the opinions of the members, Hermes originally did not want to greet this guy, but when Ron took the initiative to bring it up, he also greeted him.

Good afternoon, Mr. Time!

"Ugh, how disgusting! How many times have I told you, I like cute young girls and mature older women, not some old geezer who's about to die!"

So you just want to mess with me, huh?

Hearing this condescending remark about deliberately staying there, waiting for Him to fall into his trap, Hermes's face twitched again. He didn't dare to respond, fearing that this filthy-hearted fellow would produce some strange evidence and call for him to become the leader.

Good afternoon, everyone!

With a bored pursed lip, Ron's gaze swept over the group. Besides him, there was the bearded man at the head of the table, Hermes, the high-level employee, and the remaining three members of the party.

One of the three members had a beard that hung down to the ground, and his body was covered by a black robe. He was the old man "History" who had been hurt by Amon. The other two were naturally the crosstalk duo "Hunter" and "Giant".

As for Arya, the witch, and her twisted figure wearing a black crown, they did not come, leaving the entire church hall empty.

"Hey, is your organization going out of business? Looks like you're not good at running a business, why don't you sell it to me?"

Seeing that there were only a few people, the blond boy was in a bad mood. He looked at "Adam," whose beard had been repaired, and shouted a provocative remark.

"Ha, your church in Backlund seems even worse than this one."

You son of a bitch!

Upon hearing these dismissive words, Ron's eyelids twitched, as if he had been thoroughly mocked.

"I didn't realize you were so prone to hiding your fever!"

After a moment of contortion, the blond boy came up with a good word and retorted sharply.

His actions caused the four people present to lower their heads, keeping their eyes down, pretending they hadn't heard anything.

"Can the party start now? We're already past the designated time."

Ron waited for a while in his own chair, then nudged Hermes beside him.

"No rush. To be honest, this is the norm for gatherings like today's. Members prefer helping each other out privately rather than communicating here."

Hermes first offered a chuckled explanation, then continued:

"Then let's not wait for the other members, let's start the party."

As soon as the high-level employee finished speaking, the illusory figure of the "hunter," with its wide-open mouth, looked at Ron.

"Mr. Time, I wonder if you have any time lately? Regarding the last transaction involving the blood of the 'mythical creature,' I have already dispatched people to find out the location and information of the temple in the jungle that belongs to the primordial moon."

"There seem to be a lot of good stuff in there!"

The hunter hesitated, but the meaning he was trying to convey was all too clear.

"Oh? Looks like you've taken over that territory?"

"No, Mr. Time, this is a free gift from our friendly neighbor!"

When the lie was exposed, the "hunter" didn't blush at all; instead, he readily admitted it.

"Okay, I have plenty of time. I'll come find you after the party!"

The blond boy nodded in agreement. This did not conflict with his investigation of "Death" and "Underworld"; it was just something that happened along the way.

Salinger's base of operations is in the Southern Continent, so the focus of the investigation should also be on the Southern Continent.

After the brief transaction, the gathering of only a few people felt rather quiet. Just as Ron wanted to entrust a task regarding "Death," the old man of "History," who was hidden at the very edge, suddenly spoke up and asked:

"Everyone, has any of you heard of the 'God of Mysteries'? Recently, some members of the Secret Order have been promoting His faith, claiming that He is an existence older than the ancients, even older than 'Lord'!"

The magnificent church fell silent, except for Adam, who sat at the very head of the table, who looked up at Ron, who was equally bewildered.

His gaze seemed to say, "Little brother, what's wrong with you? Even if I give you uniqueness, you're still useless?"

"Tsk, you scoundrel, no wonder you've been so well-behaved lately."

Sensing the silent gaze, the blond boy pushed up his monocle and instantly recognized the pseudonym of his "good brother".

The world is only so big; what's meant to happen will happen eventually.

(End of this chapter)