Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 337 The Lovely and Charming Villain

If even that heartless Ron can donate 50,000 pounds, then what about me?

Klein Moretti, who has recently made a lot of money from commissions, looked hesitant.

Then I'll donate £500!

He gritted his teeth, stamped his foot, and made a decision in his heart as if cutting off a piece of his own flesh.

Look, if a person has a conscience, even if they are being exploited, they will still help the exploiter count the money.

Ron admitted that Klein was indeed cunning and had some foolish cleverness, but what good was it? In the end, he still had to obediently hand over the money.

And what she did couldn't be considered a lie!

"Donating money is no problem, Mr. Fool won't mind, and besides, I happen to know a church and have a good relationship with the bishop there!"

Taking a deep breath and forcing back his heartache, Klein forced a smile, his face devoid of joy.

Apart from Mr. Fool, the gods won't care about a mere 500 pounds; sometimes they care more about your attitude.

The "Time and Space Ruler's" act of eliminating Zarathustra was clearly helping the "Fool" eliminate a potential threat.

Now that you know, how can you not offer some thanks?

The extraordinary world is not just about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships and worldly wisdom!

"Hmm, shall we go now?"

The silver-haired woman pulled at her long, trailing black robe, straightened her bulging chest, and immediately stood up, heading towards the door.

She couldn't wait to see that poor wretch hand over his "public grain".

"No rush, no rush. Actually, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

Seeing the stunningly beautiful lady, who had amazed him, turn to leave, the great detective immediately stood up, a fake smile plastered on his face, and said with a mixture of embarrassment and awkwardness.

"Then I won't tell you!"

"Sometimes I wonder, did you come here specifically to visit me, or did you come specifically to ask me for a favor?"

Ron scoffed inwardly, immediately pulling a smirk and revealing his displeasure, which made the great detective feel uneasy.

"Well, well, we just happened to be there. There's nothing I can do about it."

"Lord Ron Sothos, you are so great, so reliable, like a brilliant star in the night sky, or the radiant sun at noon. You see, I have no relatives or friends in Backlund, and now I can only rely on you."

Before she could finish her fawning words, Ron felt a weight on her shoulders and was pushed back onto the sofa.

Klein, on the other hand, spoke with great emotion, like a young old artist, praising the little brat based on the words Ron had just used to praise the "Time and Space Dominator".

As everyone knows, Ron Sothos is more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, and Klein, who has had some interaction with her since her transmigration, is well aware of this.

With just a few flattering words, Grandpa Ke had "Endless Wisdom" all smiles.

As for whether this counts as taking advantage of Ron, Klein felt it was a mutually agreeable arrangement, and besides, wasn't he asking Ron for a favor?

"Hmph, I didn't realize you weren't blind. So, what's up now? Today I'll show you my power!"

Skill? All you can do is pinch your fingers, right?

Klein was taken aback. He suddenly remembered that although this little brat was a mythical creature, he had never seen what kind of extraordinary abilities the other party possessed, or what extraordinary path he had taken.

The high-backed chair in the gray fog did not display any symbols related to Ron's path, seemingly to highlight the angel's distinctiveness.

He didn't have time to reflect on whether it was because he was a weakling that he couldn't force Ron to fight at full strength.

He immediately returned to his seat and recounted the entire assassination attempt in detail, also recounting everything he had seen above the gray fog from the perspective of Mr. Fool's warning.

"Klein, sometimes I really don't understand. What heinous things have you done that make people keep trying to kill you?"

This is outrageous...

The sharp criticism was like a blade, piercing the magician's heart and leaving it in disarray.

"I, I..."

How the hell should I know...?

Mr. Fool was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to defend himself.

Yeah, so many people in Backlund are only targeting me to kill, right? Aren't you guys bullying an honest person?!

"Well, that's basically it. The assassin has probably tracked me down and is about to make his move."

"If I could beat them, I'd go myself..."

In the end, the detective, who had just regained his composure, softened again, because he simply couldn't stand up to a "Master of Puppets".

"No problem, it's a piece of cake. You and I will head out to find him now. Should we leave him alive?"

The tall, beautiful woman raised her silver-white eyebrows, and the murderous aura emanating from her blood-red eyes even made the surrounding temperature drop slightly.

"Well……"

The way you asked that makes me sound like the villain... It was clearly him who came to kill me...

Although Klein really wanted to agree, the way the question was asked made him inwardly resentful and he found it difficult to say it.

"Tch, that's just being dramatic... He's practically killing you, why would you keep him around for the New Year?"

……

Eastside.

Barrel Street.

"Ron, those two are the men who tried to assassinate me. What should we do now?"

After Klein's divination, the two arrived here from 67 Williams Street.

As soon as he entered the street, the great detective, with his keen spiritual intuition and extraordinary luck, found the murderer directly.

The middle-aged man with thinning hair was clearly unaware of the seriousness of the situation. He strolled leisurely through the streets of the East District, seemingly in a very good mood, completely bewildered by the so-called "mysterious god".

Upon hearing this, Ron Sothos glanced at the great detective beside him and pulled him into a hug.

"Why don't you go and lead the charge? What's there to say about a Sequence 5 character with a Mystic Artifact? Just go for it!"

That delicate face and those beautiful, crimson eyes drew ever closer to the great detective's face, while the heavy object that taut the buttons of his white shirt pressed tightly against Klein's left arm.

Dark leather boots and black skinny jeans accentuated the perfect curves of her hips and legs.

Her long, silver hair, styled in large curls, was simply tied up and then let down, adding a touch of strength and authority to this woman with her aloof and powerful aura.

However, Klein had no interest in such a stunning beauty, the kind of woman one might only see once in several lifetimes.

Because he never forgot how wicked this beautiful woman was inside!

In their past lives, people always said that if a brother were to become a woman, he would be the first to come out and give everyone a good time...

However, at this time, Klein Moretti was skeptical of this view.

Because when you realize a woman is a brother, you're unlikely to overcome the psychological barrier, unless...

You've always thought brothers are great.

"Watch me!"

A tall, slender, silver-haired woman with a curvaceous figure exhaled a sweet breath.

She paid no attention to the crowd on the street, nor to the dumbfounded detective, and charged out with a long knife in hand.

He rushed straight out!

Is this all you've got?! Is this all an angel can do?!

Anyone can go out and chop people up with a knife!

You might as well just count on your fingers!

The great detective gasped in shock, inwardly cursing, and immediately rushed to grab Ron's hand, telling him to calm down.

Putting aside the issue of whether it's shameful for mythical creatures to resolve potential threats in this way, isn't the brazen act of blatantly causing trouble in the street to attract the attention of the extraordinary squads from the three major churches?

You might be able to run away then, but Sherlock can't hide forever!

Just then, a horse-drawn carriage sped by and was about to collide with the running detective.

"not good!"

Klein's mind raced. He immediately stopped and tried to dodge, rolling over and over again until he finally rolled away in vain.

Because at that speed, he and the carriage had no chance of changing direction in a short time, not to mention that the rental carriage showed no intention of slowing down.

Klein had intended to use a paper doll to avoid the impact, but the carriage seemed to be under some kind of magic, and it simply passed right through his body.

This... could it be a mirror world? No, unless I become a spirit, there's no way I can pass through the carriage...

Klein stood there, stunned, and immediately realized that this was Ron's extraordinary ability. He rubbed his warm arm, as if trying to find something different from before.

"This is the closest we can get to reality in the shallow latitudes; no one can find us here."

"If you want to do something despicable and shameful to me, this is the perfect opportunity..."

The sound of heavy objects hitting the ground rang out, and two human heads, with blood gushing from their necks, were casually tossed at Klein's feet.

That's... I'm sorry, but I only like women...

The detective's face twitched, then he stared blankly at the two severed heads on the ground.

At this moment, he felt that Ron's style was somewhat different from his own.

He's clearly out seeking revenge and eliminating a threat, so why does he act like a villain?

So arrogant and so nonchalant, they've solved the hidden dangers? Does having power really mean you can do whatever you want?

A nonsensical question flashed through his mind. Klein glanced at the little brat who had killed someone without batting an eye and suddenly sighed.

He somewhat regretted letting this naturally born mythical creature help him resolve the hidden dangers.

Although the enemy was defeated, Ron's mental state is probably quite worrying, and he will need more guidance in the future.

Thanks.

Klein pursed his lips, feeling a little guilty, and finally thanked him.

"It's alright, since I said I'd help you, I'll help you!"

The silver-haired woman nodded, casually tossing the knife aside. She first gave a serious reply, then her eyebrows relaxed into a wicked smile.

"Klein, if you're going to use psychic abilities, you can just use your brain. This guy's spirit is still there."

Just a heads-up, I'll turn around and leave.

He knew this penniless bastard Ron Sothos all too well. Since he didn't ask for anyone alive, this guy must be trying to get information from the dead.

I knew you did it on purpose, but that's precisely the problem.

The great detective sighed helplessly, suppressing his nausea, and with mixed feelings, he picked up the blood-soaked head and began the spirit communication ritual under the unseeing gaze of the killer.

(End of this chapter)