Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 313 Russell's Thirty-Six Stratagems—Entrapment (3K)

"Me, me"

Faced with her older sister's teasing, Miss Vengeful Spirit was speechless and had no idea how to express her thoughts in this situation.

"Hmph, does that mean we have to restrain ourselves in this area too?"

Ron took Sharon's pale, bloodless hand, and gently scratched her palm with his slender fingers. He gave a haughty hum, causing the obedient, ascetic vengeful spirit to lower its head.

Seeing that this boring vengeful spirit would behave in such a way, the silver-haired woman became very interested.

She took another step with her bare feet, wanting to try something even bolder, but at that moment, the vengeful spirit's figure suddenly became ethereal, leaping onto the glass and fleeing in panic.

"How boring... He's just a blockhead. If it were Medici, he would definitely get angry and talk back to me, and use his powers to fight me."

"When the time comes, I can pin Him to the ground and beat Him!"

Ron really wanted to make Sharon, a very proper person, less dull and taciturn.

Ron Sothos's favorite thing to do was to persuade prostitutes to leave the profession and to drag respectable women into prostitution.

And wouldn't it be a waste not to tease such a beautiful little vengeful spirit?

Stretching, Ron walked forward. After taking a couple of steps, she turned her head and calmly instructed her other self, who remained stationary:

"Keep an eye on that Amon, don't let him slack off!"

"Hmph, don't come back and die out there!"

In another timeline, Ron is clearly very unhappy that the original Ron is out having fun while he stays home.

"Heh, if you keep nagging, I'll send you to the Earth's core to monitor the chaotic sea."

"And what's wrong with your mouth? You could donate it if you don't want it!"

The silver-haired woman gritted her teeth and made a threat, then added a self-deprecating remark.

……

Tuesday, 8:00 AM.

Simim Island.

"Hey, look, we have two distinguished ladies here."

"On Simim Island, no noble lady would want to come to this Palm Tree Tavern, which is filled with scum, villains, hooligans, and drunkards!"

Buck-toothed Gale put down his wine glass, opened his eyes wide with all his might, and stared greedily at the two ladies who pushed open the door and entered.

One of them had long, light blonde hair and azure eyes, with a delicate face. She wore a small black soft hat, and on this tropical island, she was wearing an elaborate, layered black court dress, as if she was completely oblivious to the humidity and heat in the air.

The other one looked even stranger; she wore a black robe with silver patterns and lace trim, and underneath she wore a white fitted shirt with a black floral collar.

Her long silver hair cascaded down, and her blood-red eyes exuded the aura of a superior. Dark trousers completely encased her brown boots, perfectly highlighting the curves of her long, slender legs.

The leather boots slammed on the ground with a crisp "clack-clack" sound, as if stepping on the hearts of the drunkards. Combined with her aura of authority, the silver-haired woman successfully made the thugs and villains in the tavern lower their heads, not daring to look at her for long, as if they were facing someone of high status or a natural enemy.

The drunkards remained silent for a while, but in the end they didn't dare to flirt with the beautiful lady who exuded an aura of authority and her servants. Instead, they all turned their attention to the buck-toothed Gael who had started the argument.

"Don't believe that buck-toothed guy. He overlooked the last type of person in the tavern: a conman, hahaha!"

"Exactly! I guarantee this guy won't take more than three sentences before he asks you if you know about the Ghost Empire, using that to swindle your money before disappearing without a trace!"

Among the drunkards, someone shouted loudly, as if trying to win the favor of the mysterious silver-haired lady and thus embark on another shortcut in life.

"Drink your drinks quietly, you scum!"

"Madam, don't listen to them. I wasn't lying. Think about how dangerous the sea is. I was just trying to dissuade some naive people from losing their precious lives. And to learn such a valuable lesson, a small reward is worthwhile!"

"What they lost was money, but what they gained was a beautiful and precious life, do you understand? Life!"

Bucktooth Gale slammed his glass on the table and roared. He ignored the drunkards' taunts and instead put on a greasy smile, revealing his signature buck teeth, and gave an explanation that was refreshingly unique.

"Sigh"

His answer naturally drew a chorus of boos from the tavern.

"You're a complete bastard, so you want to teach me a lesson?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, first expressing his own opinion and then offering a "sincere" suggestion.

"No, ma'am, to be honest, you look intimidating and don't need this kind of lesson."

"However, I sometimes do legitimate business, operating with integrity. Everyone who has used my products says they're good, and no one has ever given a bad review!"

Stroking his own hair, the conman and information broker proclaimed himself.

"How did you know I came here to do business, and not to have a drink?"

The silver-haired woman took the strong distilled liquor that Sharon had gone to buy, took a sip, and her bloodshot eyes made the information broker feel a little guilty.

"Honorable lady, please trust my professionalism. I said from the beginning that no one dressed like you comes here to drink, and those who come to a tavern without drinking obviously have something else to do."

"But I happen to be good at other things!"

Once again revealing his signature buck teeth, Gail made no attempt to hide his analytical skills and the keen observation of someone involved in organized crime.

"Heh, it seems every tavern offers this kind of service. I've been to quite a few, but yours is the most welcoming."

"Your competitors either make me wait in line, act all mysterious, or are as timid as sewer rats; they can't give me what I want at all."

Ron nodded slightly, found a chair, and sat down to chat with the information broker.

The guy in front of him was Ron's final target. Although the informant from the "Rose School" said that the Star General was on this island, the intelligence did not include Cattleya's location.

Admittedly, the island isn't very big, and Ron could find it if he looked carefully, but why go through all that trouble?

With just a little trickery from her boundless wisdom, Cattleya would obediently come to her door.

Spread the word that someone is looking for the Star General, and establish a persona that is not to be trifled with, and you can naturally entice this pirate general.

Whether for his own safety or to ensure he was well-informed, the pirate general would certainly have found out who was after her before setting sail.

This would result in her being completely eliminated, as even if she sent her subordinates, Ron could still pinpoint her location in an instant.

"That was so refreshing! I'll have another one!"

The silver-haired woman handed the empty glass to the wronged spirit standing beside her, savoring the taste of the alcohol as it went down her throat.

What plan? I think you just want to drink.

Sharon clearly believed her own guesses regarding the plan that Ron had initially told her with such righteous indignation.

After all, no one would drink all the strong distilled liquor in the tavern while looking for information brokers. If you think about it carefully, this is the third tavern, which is also the last one on the island.

Sharon glanced furtively at the silver-haired woman's still flat stomach, then walked expressionlessly to the bar to continue serving drinks.

"Madam, you've come to the right person. My colleagues are far less capable than me. What would you like to know?"

"Tell me, where is Admiral Cattleya, the Star General!"

As soon as the beautiful lady finished speaking, the buck-toothed Gail trembled three times and jumped high as if his buttocks were on fire.

"You're courting death! Are you trying to kill me? You can give me some different information!"

"Madam, believe me, although you may seem intimidating, the Star General is even more so. She has many subordinates and can send a large group of pirates to wipe out anyone who tries to spy on her!"

The intelligence broker, sweating profusely, painstakingly explained the dangers to his clueless client.

"Tch~ Admiral Cattleya is just a cowardly pirate, and her subordinates are nothing but a bunch of small fry. What's so arrogant about her?"

Ron made no attempt to hide his disdainful mockery, which made the information broker's eyes widen in disbelief. The voices of the surrounding drinkers suddenly quieted down as they all turned to look at him in astonishment, wondering who was so arrogant as to have such a big mouth.

Seeing this, the silver-haired woman curled the corners of her lips and continued loudly:

"Thank you for the information!"

Shut up! You don't want to live, but I do!

Buck-toothed Gale's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He never expected that this beautiful woman was just as his grandmother had said, with a heart as venomous as a snake.

"I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

He immediately shouted loudly, attracting more attention, and tried to wash off the dirty water that had been splashed on him.

However, this was of no use.

People at sea always love to watch the excitement and enjoy the drama.

I've seen several people sneak out the back door, damn it.

Wiping away the cold sweat that had broken out in his body, the information broker decided to pack up and leave immediately to avoid being targeted by that terrifying pirate general.

"Ma'am, we're closing early today. Please find someone else to handle your business!"

Without even glancing at Ron, he immediately disappeared into the chaotic crowd in the tavern, eventually escaping through the back door.

"How boring. I hope this guy makes the right choice!"

The silver-haired woman tucked her long silver hair, which was covering her ears, behind her ear from inside the hood, muttered something, and once again drank her wine with a clear conscience.

Ron didn't trick this information broker just for fun; the other party only had two choices in this situation: either hide away secretly so no one could find him, or surrender to the Star Admiral.

As for the integrity of those at sea, the great and boundless wisdom never held any expectations.

After drinking several large glasses of strong distilled liquor and forcing the vengeful spirit to drink with him, which was refused, Ron looked at the sky outside.

"Sharon, it's almost time, let's go back to the hotel."

(End of this chapter)