Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 292 God has redeemed your sins with money (3.4K)

Snapped! ! !

Fuck you!

"If you dare lay a hand on me again, I'll call for help!"

However, the crisp sound of a slap and the woman's threatening words interrupted Aye's next move.

He frowned, glancing nervously out the window, seemingly harboring an inexplicable psychological aversion to the idea of ​​"calling for help."

"You're not welcome here. If you don't have anything else to say, please leave!"

The female boss didn't dare to pressure the tax officer too much. Although she still didn't give him a friendly look, she didn't dare to go up and slap that disgusting guy again.

"Pah, you bitch!"

Aye spat, then straightened his crisp uniform and resumed his businesslike demeanor.

"I'm here to collect taxes!"

He raised his eyebrows, and his first words were the key point.

He already knew exactly how to deal with these "common people".

Given a good excuse, and as long as it complies with the "laws" that the city has always upheld, most of these semi-literate people will obediently comply.

And collecting taxes is the most convenient pretext.

As for the reasons, they made countless excuses, such as the front lines being under pressure and needing more funding, and that it was to protect our homeland and the kingdom promised by God.

"Again?! Didn't you vampires just finish recruiting last week?!"

"What kind of tax is it this time? A breast tax? Or a breathing tax? Or a clothing tax!?"

Hearing that the damned tax collector had come to collect taxes again, Grace's dark, bright eyes widened, her face filled with resentment.

However, out of fear of powerful figures and the rulers of the city-state, she dared not take action and could only resort to verbal sarcasm.

The satire criticizes these tax officials for their arbitrary tax collection, comparing them to bandits who have entered the city.

"Oh, madam, this is an insult to us! Every tax we collect has a specific name, but we've never levied such an outrageous tax!"

Straightening his hat with the badge on his head, the tax officer was completely unconcerned about the irony; after all, these guys would eventually give in anyway.

Otherwise, it would be illegal and would be punished as tax evasion.

Those who are punished often lose everything and are stripped naked.

Seeing that the prostitute in front of him was still defiant but powerless against him, Aye felt the power that his clothes brought. He curled the corners of his mouth, slightly raised his head, and looked down at her, saying:

"Madam, have you heard? The incarnation of 'God' has come to the capital! So the governors, priests, and elders all hope to hold a grand festival. They plan to pave the festival square with gold to welcome the arrival of God!"

"This is good news, and a great opportunity for you to wash away your sins. Think about it: if God's feet tread on the gold you have contributed, He will surely forgive your sins and praise your piety!"

The tax officer's words startled the female business owner, who instinctively blurted out:

"Are you telling the truth!?"

"Of course, Grace, although you hate me, I have never lied about official business!"

Aye answered with absolute certainty that he had never been so confident.

"Ha, even a crying child wouldn't believe that. Now, tell me, how much do you want this time?"

"Is it one-tenth, one-eighth, or one-fifth?"

Dressed in thick fabric, Grace was clearly tempted. If it really was as the tax officer said, then no one would care about her past, and she would not be discriminated against by those who knew.

This is the right path for the better life she yearns for. If there is a way, who would want to be a sinner?

In this alien city, a new law was added more than two months ago in order to curb the lingering effects of the "Mother Tree of Desire".

Anyone who tempts another into desire is guilty.

They not only cannot enjoy the help of the church or the protection of the law, but will also be subject to strict supervision and will be used regularly to pronounce judgments on their crimes and as negative examples.

Fortunately, as a prostitute, Grace was not executed like those evil men.

Unfortunately, as a prostitute, she had to be used as a negative example and publicized everywhere, attracting countless rumors and all sorts of unfounded speculations in just a few months.

While such a blanket approach is not ideal in the long run, it has indeed curbed the lingering influence of the "mother tree of desire" in the short term.

Of course, there are always ways to circumvent policies, and even with such strict regulations, some people still manage to find loopholes.

This is also why Aye dared to flirt with Grace earlier, because even if something actually happened after he flirted with her, he could still turn around and accuse her of being seduced.

Because the guilty are not protected by the law.

Then he can pay a not-too-great price to escape and continue living a carefree life.

Of course, this is on the premise that there are no witnesses!

If there are witnesses, he will be punished equally, which is why he became more restrained after Grace said she would call for help.

"One-fifth? Madam, your faith is far too frivolous! Have you forgotten your sinner status?"

"How many do you want?"

The female boss pressed on with eagerness, her dark eyes filled with anticipation, as if she didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"all!"

"What?"

"Boss Grace, there's a rule that sinners must give up all their possessions to receive divine forgiveness, because it represents piety and repentance!"

"However, we're old acquaintances. If you were to take off your clothes and dance, I could help you with some padding."

The tax official's emotionless words struck the porcelain shop owner like a thunderbolt, leaving her ears ringing and her mind in complete chaos. She couldn't even hear the disgusting words that followed.

All property!

To clear one's name of "guilt," all of one's assets are required, which is more stringent than previous tax collection methods.

In that case, she will be busy working hard to make her next meal, the newly opened porcelain shop will go out of business and close down, and she will most likely fall back into the same vicious cycle.

If it weren't for the wealth bestowed upon her by the "God of Wealth" a few months ago, then wandering the streets, continuing to sell her body in dark alleys, and being despised by everyone would have been the fate befitting her status and position.

"Okay, okay, wait a moment, I'll go get it right away."

Grace pursed her slightly pale lips, her expression dazed for a long time, before finally answering weakly.

When Grace discovered the gold nugget that had fallen into her hat, she believed it was a sign of God's salvation, but now God was taking everything back from her.

She sighed deeply, but her yearning for a brighter life still drove her to give up all her possessions.

How much wealth does she have?

At this moment, a cold and indifferent female voice came from behind the wall. The voice was very clear, but it made people feel cold inside.

The silver-haired woman carefully put away the cloth covering her legs, walked forward barefoot, and looked directly at the tax collector.

"Ms. Grace, oh, we have a guest!"

Are you from out of town?

Startled by the sudden sound, Aye took two steps back, feeling relieved that he hadn't gone too far.

Otherwise, he would most likely have to go to court.

"Whoever you are, I hope you understand the rules here, and it's best not to tell anyone else what just happened!"

"I have connections, while you, an outsider, won't be taken seriously!"

The uniformed man sternly threatened, a tactic particularly effective against newcomers who didn't want to cause trouble.

"Ha, you're right, you have connections, but I don't!"

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired woman almost laughed out of anger. She put on a beautiful smile and repeated her question once again.

"How much wealth does Grace possess?"

"Miss Sothos, this is my matter."

When the porcelain shop owner saw that the stranger she had kindly taken in was about to stand up for her, she quickly stepped forward to dissuade him. However, she was stopped halfway through her sentence by blood-red eyes and was unable to finish her sentence.

"Someone saw her pick up a piece of gold the size of a human head!"

"Miss, this has nothing to do with you, unless you're willing to pay for it for her."

Before those greedy words had even finished, Ron raised his hand and swung a gold nugget the size of a human head onto the ground.

The gold nugget weighed exactly the same as the gold Grace had received when she had nothing.

"Take this piece of gold and give it to your 'god,' so that He won't hurt His foot!"

"Get out of here, and don't let me see you again!"

The silver-haired woman kicked the heavy gold nugget next to the tax collector, then impatiently waved him away from the porcelain shop.

"Grace, you're so silly, really."

"You actually believed such an outrageous lie?"

After doing all this, Ron turned to look at the shop owner, who seemed at a loss for what to do.

"This is not a lie. If, if the incarnation of God really has come, then we should indeed treat him well and offer him the most precious things!"

"Perhaps He will forgive my sins."

A gentle female voice retorted, but her confidence seemed somewhat lacking.

"Ha, foolishness, complete and self-consistent believer logic!"

Ron curled his lip in disdain and made a sarcastic remark about the prostitute who had been convicted in front of him.

Given the chance, she hopes her followers can be smarter, instead of being easily manipulated and taken advantage of.

"No, Miss Sothos, you can't say things like that, what if someone hears you?"

"Tch~ So what? I told you, I said Sear is a complete idiot, Roy Moore is a blind chosen one, and most of the Rose School's higher-ups are idiots!"

Ron had actually foreseen that situation, since although the Rose School had a high degree of cohesion, infighting and the distribution of benefits would certainly still exist.

After all, the great ruler of time and space did not turn all these people into puppets or clones.

They still possess their own logic of thought and their own will.

The current situation, which is not clear and is even somewhat chaotic, is inevitable.

What Ron didn't expect was that someone had already used his name to amass wealth to this extent, and without any attempt to hide it.

"Stop talking, Sothos! I'm not joking, be careful someone hears us!"

Grace broke out in a cold sweat at the stranger's inappropriate remarks. She quickly covered the pale lips to stop the more offensive words from following.

"So, now that you've paid the money, you'll be forgiven for any offense you've committed?"

Feeling the soft yet somewhat rough hands, the silver-haired woman felt a strange emotion. She tore off her restraints, wanting to ask her believer for his specific thoughts.

"Maybe."

The porcelain shop owner was also uncertain, because she couldn't get a divine answer.

"Foolish! If it weren't for me, you would have already handed over the money you depend on for survival!"

Ron made another sarcastic remark, then fell silent.

"Grace, tell me your story."

After a while, the silver-haired woman put the cloth back on her legs and looked at the prostitute, resting her chin on her hand.

"Perhaps, after you tell your story, the gods will personally forgive you?"

She then added.

(End of this chapter)