Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 287 Ron's true identity is actually (3K)

"I...I'll try my best."

Using the Joker's ability to maintain a composed expression, Klein answered with little confidence.

To be honest, he was sweating a little, because judging from Medici's clenched teeth and furious expression, she seemed to take this matter very seriously.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if you can't find out. After all, the person behind this is 'cowardly' and has a dirty heart!"

"Thank you so much for your compliment."

These heartfelt and distinctive words successfully made the detective's lips twitch.

After a long silence, Klein finally came to his senses, and, pretending to organize his thoughts, cautiously probed:

"Um, Ms. Medici, why are you investigating this matter?"

"Hmm, judging from her exchanging 'filthy words' with me last time, she's most likely a follower of the 'True Creator,' etc. How come I didn't think of that last time and just exchanged it like that!?"

"Is this a warning from my spirit? But why?"

Suddenly, Klein froze, realizing an important issue, and soon he had a guess.

This means that the gap in their levels is too great. He might realize the problem and explode if he activates his spiritual vision to take a look!

Just like the baby in Megao's belly!

"Damn, are all other worlds this dangerous? How do the people in this world survive?!"

Mr. Fool felt a wave of fear wash over him, his heart pounding faster as he realized he was just as capable of causing trouble as that little brat.

At this moment, Medici, with his red hair piled high, took a drag of his cigarette and a sip of his drink before reluctantly answering:

"Ahem, Lanius is mine, uh, in Roselle's words, my 'brother.' Even though he went down a path of no return, I still need to know who killed him!"

Ha, lying

"Oh, I see. I'll keep an eye out for you, but I can't guarantee success!"

"Actually, Ms. Medici, I have a question. How did you meet Ron? To be honest, he never revealed his background to me."

Upon receiving this reply, Klein inwardly grumbled, then casually changed the subject.

Since they don't want to talk about it, it's best not to ask. If you take it too seriously, Sherlock Moriarty might never leave this villa.

Given Mrs. Sharon's character, his fate was self-evident.

Shifting the topic to Ron wouldn't seem so abrupt, and it would be even better if they could find out some important information.

"Compared to this, who's so good at causing trouble and even dares to confront that 'evil god' of the primordial moon, and who shows no respect for the deities of the various churches, changing his appearance is nothing."

"Could he be a descendant of some ancient family, or perhaps a rebellious offspring of some deity?"

Lacking the necessary information, Klein could only rely on his habitual guesses based on the online articles he had read.

Time travel, having a cheat code (Source Castle), and encountering a big shot or someone with an amazing background at the beginning are the standard tropes of old-school online novels.

Ron's behavior did not "disappoint" Klein; he caused trouble everywhere, not keeping a low profile at all, as if he was afraid of not having enough trouble.

"Oh"

With a casual chuckle, Medici tilted his head to look around, then said in a low voice:

"I made a deal with Him; we have a 'cooperative' relationship!"

He first emphasized one point, then went on to add:

"I don't know His origins, I only have some guesses."

"Him!?"

Klein exclaimed in surprise, his head buzzed, and he felt as if his head was as big as a bucket, and he couldn't breathe properly.

Because Medici didn't use "he," "she," or "it," but rather "He," referring to the mythical creature.

That single word alone speaks volumes about Ron's status and power.

This must at least be a Sequence Two being, who in the Second Age could be called a being from God!

As for higher-level Sequence One or True God, Klein didn't even dare to think about it, because it was simply unimaginable!

In Roselle's diary, Klein reads that Zarathustra, a Sequence Two cultivator, was making contact with a fellow countryman who was also a transmigrator. This was the limit of what Klein could imagine and accept.

"How could that be? If Ron is a true god, I'll eat the glass. A Sequence Zero god like that?"

It took Klein Moretti a full three minutes to come to his senses and accept the fact that a mythical creature had been lurking beside him all along.

At that moment, Klein suddenly remembered what the very strange "secret society member" who was imprisoned in the basement had said.

Beware of Ron Sothos. He's not human. He harbors a sinister secret. He's infiltrated the Night Watch, and he's here to...

"Mythical creatures are indeed not human, but we really need to think carefully about that brat's intentions."

As his thoughts raced, Klein began to consider what mythical creatures might covet what he currently possessed.

The extraordinary properties of the Puppet Master. Azik's Bronze Whistle. Over one hundred pounds in cash.

After silently counting once and stealing a glance at the magnificent decorations around him, Klein decided to change his approach and avoid further humiliation.

"The only connections I have with higher levels and higher positions are 0-21 and that gray mist space. The former was lent to me by Ron, and the latter..."

"That's not right either. Judging from Ron's behavior, he—no, He shouldn't know that I am the Fool. Besides, the incantation is in Chinese, so He couldn't possibly understand it. After all, no one in the major churches could understand Roselle's diary, which is enough to demonstrate the secrecy capabilities of Chinese."

"Unless, unless He knows what this gray mist is, and senses its presence on me—yes, He senses the Fool's presence and actively chants His name."

"I remember Ron telling me that He has two enemies. He helped me, this 'favored one,' to curry favor with 'Mr. Fool,' and then use that to get in touch with Mr. Fool. And the reason He carried out the assassination of Intis's ambassador—a task personally given by Mr. Fool—was as leverage to get Mr. Fool to help Him deal with those two enemies?"

"But the problem is, Mr. Fool is just a clown, what have I done to deserve this?"

Suddenly, a sense of guilt welled up in Klein's heart. It came from the lies and deception. He couldn't imagine how disappointed Ron would be in him if he knew the truth.

"sorry"

Silently cursing himself, Klein took a sip of wine with a solemn expression, deciding to advance his rank as soon as possible.

"Ha, you've figured it out? He didn't even tell you that?"

"Don't overthink it. Ron is just that kind of jerk, looking down on everyone as an equal. That little brat is incredibly arrogant!"

"You can talk to Him when He comes back, and things will be fine once you open up."

Seeing Klein's actions, Medici patted him on the shoulder again, offering words of advice.

"Indeed, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known that 'mythical creatures' looked like that."

"No, kid, that was an individual act, don't generalize it to the whole group!"

Medici twitched the corner of his mouth again, promptly ending the conversation.

"Thank you, Ms. Medici. I must go now. I'll keep an eye on your request and hope to find the real culprit as soon as possible!"

"In fact, never."

After a few more minutes of silence, Klein finished the rest of his drink, politely rose to take his leave, and departed from Ron's luxurious mansion.

"Sherah, what is your ideal in life?"

In a secluded space, a silver-haired woman with a beautiful jawline gazed at the ferocious creature before her. Her blood-red eyes flashed with endless brilliance, as if they contained all the truths of the world.

That cool voice posed the question, a question that was both very simple and complex.

"Roy, what about you?"

Seeing that Sear was still organizing his thoughts, Ron walked barefoot to his follower's side and patted his shoulder.

Frankly speaking, there is generally no right answer to this kind of question, and whether the answer is good or bad usually depends on the "boss's" preferences.

"Hmph, why are you so nervous? Since you won't say anything, I'll start!"

Finally, the silence aroused the beautiful lady's dissatisfaction. She slightly raised her chin and said in a cool voice:

"The meaning of life is simple: eat well, drink well, and have fun every day. That's what most people are pursuing!"

Ron shared his own philosophy of being lazy and gluttonous.

As for why the silver-haired lady wanted to discuss this topic, it was, of course, to prepare for the establishment of a nation.

As we all know, if you want your subordinates to run fast, you have to make a big promise. The great and boundless wisdom that brought up this topic is simply trying to use it as an excuse to give his two capable lieutenants a good pep talk.

Russell is right: when your boss talks to you about life, it's either about taking a pay cut or making you work overtime!

"The meaning of my life is to follow in your footsteps!"

Roy Moore was clearly much smarter than before. Although he was a little upset, he was still very grateful for everything his god had given him.

"Very good, Roy. Think about it. Once you become king, you can swagger back to Backlund and even receive the highest level of hospitality from King Rune!"

Brushing her silver hair behind her ear, Ron nodded in satisfaction, feeling a surge of confidence. She then turned her blood-red eyes to look at the ready-to-go Si'a.

"And you, Si'a?"

The cold voice asked this question.

"Great Ruler of Time and Space, in my view, the weak creatures on this planet are all cowards. They are wrapped in cloth all day, hiding in brick caves, and are restricted by all sorts of heretical shackles of morality, law, and ethics. Moreover, they are enslaved by the Seven Gods and need to constantly chant 'Gods protect us,' but the so-called Seven Gods are far less powerful than you!"

"Therefore, my ideal is to liberate humanity and unleash their true nature; this is the humble wish of my divine son, Siea, which I cannot shirk!"

As soon as Searle finished speaking, the mysterious space fell into silence.

Ron opened his pale mouth, but ultimately failed to make any promises.

Because she really didn't expect that she would have such an ignorant and tactless subordinate.

"Keep your voice down!"

Using any excuse, the silver-haired woman kicked Seu'a, who had lofty ideals, hard with her bare right foot.

Ron was annoyed by what this guy said, and it sounded like he was desperate and ready to do something rash.

Your ideals are so amazing, then what are mine?!

(End of this chapter)