Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 344 Servants Who Share the Same Foul Play (3.4K)

Monday morning, inside Ron's luxurious mansion.

"Lamb stew with peas in the morning, lamb stew with peas at noon, and lamb stew with peas again in the evening..."

"Great God of War, congratulations, you remind me that I don't actually need food to survive."

Looking at the lamb that appeared 100% of the time on the table, Ron muttered something and pushed it aside.

"You were the one who said you wanted to eat Rune's specialties!"

Floating to the side, Medici Soren Einhorn, who had transformed back into a demon, shouted in unison, seemingly having been tormented by Ron these past two days.

"But you can't have the same thing every day!"

With a muffled thud, Ron slammed his hand on the table in obvious dissatisfaction.

The plates on the table flew up and fell down together, making a crisp sound as if silently proclaiming the wrath of the "Time and Space Ruler".

"Ha, how pretentious! Do you perhaps enjoy eating dark bread with tea?"

"What edible food could possibly be found in this wretched place like Rune?!"

The war angel's pale, evil face flushed red with anger. He gave a sarcastic remark and then left the table without looking back.

Eat it or don't, it's up to you. If you don't eat, I'll feed it to the dog. Grandpa's not serving you anymore!

Medici's attitude was somewhat driven by personal grudges, especially given the unreasonable behavior of a certain scoundrel.

Ron's status has decreased by one.

Faced with this situation, the silver-haired woman didn't know what to say, but nodded to Amon, who was watching the commotion from the side.

She picked up the plate and handed it over, muttering, "There are no dogs or cats here, so it would be a waste to throw it away. Here, take it and eat in the corner."

Upon hearing this, Amon, who had come closer, visibly twitched his forehead into a zigzag shape. He politely accepted the plate, then slammed it all down on that hideous face, a gesture that also carried a hint of personal grudge.

Ron's status has been reduced by one again.

Clearly, even the Time Angel, known for her "good temper," could not tolerate the silver-haired lady's arrogance and rudeness.

Wiping the soup off his face and removing a few pieces of lamb, the great being didn't say much, only glancing at the vengeful spirit who was quietly watching everything from the side.

"Sharon..."

"Serves you right."

The vengeful spirit, with her delicate features and long, pale gold hair, had shed her former weakness. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her sharp eyes, coupled with her now somewhat sarcastic tongue, made Ron realize what it meant to teach a disciple to starve the master.

Sharon looked helplessly at the pitiful Ron, feeling a little sorry for him. But she pursed her lips, rubbed her bottom, and thought about what Ron had done these past two days. In the end, she left the restaurant with a series of "tap tap tap" footsteps.

Does he deserve it?

He deserved it!

Using a wishing lamp to create rules within one's own villa to prevent servants from slacking off is indeed a despicable act.

In particular, some of the rules are so inhuman that they have been distorted to the point of being almost unintelligible.

For example, one of the rules is that you can't be lazy, and the definition of the wishing lamp is that you can't be idle. Even if you have finished your work, you will be whipped if you are idle!

The scene was spectacular.

Several of Amon's relatives died, as if he was being deliberately targeted.

Medici was slapped in the mouth, as if to punish Him for His past sins of arguing with the Great Being.

As for the vengeful spirits who were only at Sequence 5, they were all whipped on their buttocks.

The delicate skirt was torn to shreds, and her smooth skin was marked with red welts and bloodstains. Sharon was furious and immediately slapped Ron hard across the face.

"You can coerce me, you can kill me, but you can't insult me!"

No one would believe that Ron wasn't behind all of this.

"But I really didn't do this. What does it have to do with me that the rules have been twisted..."

"It's all that poor bastard's fault for talking about investment or something, otherwise I wouldn't have followed the factory rules and regulations in the industrial zone..."

Muttering a dejected remark, the little fish once again shifted the blame onto someone else.

It's impossible to be wrong; how can something so great be wrong?

Turning around, pushing back his chair, and regaining his composure, Ron reached out and grabbed at himself, restoring the lamb stew with peas and the plate that had fallen to the ground to their original state.

The mutton, with its rich aroma, broth, and peas, rolled back onto the plate as if a replay had been pressed.

The province should spend its money wisely; Emperor Rosell's words were true.

Inside the restaurant, her slender, pale fingers, which had been loosely clenched, suddenly changed direction and gripped the living room mirror, which was covered with a gold-threaded carpet.

The deep blue light seemed to twinkle like stars, and the endless spatial dimensions were like a fragile piece of white paper, easily pierced in an instant.

Unbeknownst to anyone, in a mysterious world that represents horror, terror, and a mirror space of another world, a hand suddenly appeared, giving the witch no chance to resist, grabbing her neck and pulling her back sharply.

Suddenly, images appeared in Aria's eyes: a dimension where only light existed, an abyss supported by flesh and blood, a world composed of terrifying and sharp screams, and a dimensional space hidden beneath the real world.

Countless scenes flashed by in an instant. The scum witch was like a passerby traveling to endless dimensions, dragged by a hand to a brightly lit and beautifully decorated restaurant.

"Aria? Can't you just use the front door?"

Ron reluctantly let go of her hand. She had thought it was some petty thief, but it turned out to be her own servant.

The ageless witch stood there, stunned, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the endless horror and fear of weightlessness. After a full ten seconds, her curvaceous body trembled slightly, and she looked hesitantly at the beautiful woman who was at least 1.75 meters tall.

"Owner?"

She hesitated, somewhat afraid to acknowledge him.

"Who else could it be but me? Arya, your faith doesn't seem very devout!"

The silver head was slightly raised, and that arrogant posture finally brought back familiar memories for the ageless witch.

"Master~ Why have you changed like this~ I still prefer the old you~"

With a voice as melodious as a lark's and eyes like a forest deer, Aria knelt on the ground and, as always, kissed the toe of the "Time and Space Ruler's" shoe.

What makes a good servant? This is a good servant!

Compared to the actions of those three guys, Aria, the useless witch she had known the longest, was actually the one she respected the most.

Look, this is how a servant should treat their master!

At that moment, Ron Sothos was suddenly moved!

"Get up, there's no need for this between us."

His cool voice held a hint of relief. Silver hair fell down, flowing through the loose neckline of the ageless witch into her most secret place. Ron bent down and helped up his servant who shared his interests.

"Have you completed all the tasks I assigned you?"

With expectant eyes, the silver-haired lady gazed tenderly at her competent servant.

"Master, I'm sure I'll surprise you!"

Aria's eyebrows relaxed, and she smiled sweetly.

Her expression was extremely confident, as if she was absolutely certain of the task Ron had given her, and it seemed she had even exceeded expectations in completing it.

"real!?"

Ron's blood-red eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked in surprise, unable to believe that this useless witch would ever be anything but useless.

From Ron's perspective, Arya, who is in Sequence 3, certainly has many possibilities, but to say that she can achieve progress and be reliable, those possibilities are definitely low-probability events.

"Master, in fact, I didn't do anything, I didn't even kill a single Sequence Nine!"

"What!?"

Ron was taken aback.

Sure enough, a loser is still a loser; how could a salted fish possibly turn things around?

"Master, please don't panic. The situation in the Southern Continent has become clear. The Rose School is no longer radical; instead, it's gradually becoming conservative. How can I complete the mission of killing the enemy demigod under these circumstances...?"

"That way, your servants will never see you again."

As the witch spoke, she knelt down on the ground, tears welling in her eyes, and hugged Ron's long, taut legs tightly.

Her beautiful face kept getting closer to the silver-haired woman's lower abdomen, but she couldn't find the familiar buttons or the boy's cute belly button.

"Then why did you come back? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"

Ron's face fell sharply; he was very unhappy with this deception.

"Master, I've returned on a mission. Do you remember your chosen ones' plan?"

"Kidnap high-ranking officials from various countries and force them to cede interests in the Southern Continent!"

Warm breath sprayed onto her flat yet supple abdomen, and the ageless witch exuded amazing charm. Her tongue kept licking and prodding, and her saliva soaked a small piece of fabric, making Ron feel itchy.

"Oh? Who are you planning to kidnap?"

……

"Hugh, are you serious!?"

"You and Fowles must leave this place, the farther the better, or you can stay here to avoid being found by that extraordinary being who is even more powerful than Mr. A!"

Inside Earl Hall's luxurious villa, Audrey recovered from her shock and calmly analyzed the situation, returning to her audience mode.

According to the bounty hunter, her father, a member of the Kingdom's Upper House, is likely being targeted by an evil secret organization.

According to the information shared at the Tarot meeting, Mr. A should be the Shepherd... If someone is even stronger than him, wouldn't that be a demigod, a saint?!

Taking a deep breath, the noble lady seemed to have forgotten the etiquette she had maintained since childhood, and walked around the bedroom in a rather undignified manner.

Her emerald green eyes darted nervously, and beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

Suddenly, the clever "mind reader" realized a problem.

His father was one of the most powerful and influential people in Rune. Why would an evil organization commission a bounty hunter whose background was unknown when it planned to kidnap him?

Unless they're all lunatics or idiots, the most prudent plan would be to hire one of their own as a servant in the Hall family...

Audrey Hall seemed to have grasped something, but perhaps due to her lack of experience, she couldn't quite understand the intentions of the person behind it all.

I have to tell my dad and mom about this, but that might expose that I'm an extraordinary person... The tarot session is this afternoon, maybe I can ask for everyone's opinions, but no, that would expose my true identity!

The noblewoman's delicate collarbone and snow-white neck flushed slightly. At this crucial moment, she couldn't think of any friends who could offer advice or help her clear her mind.

Audrey, you're such an idiot! You keep saying you want to become stronger and protect Daddy and Mommy, but what happened at a time like this...?

Whew… She took a deep breath and used the psychological techniques she had learned to calm herself down again.

Cons has joined MI9, and my exposure of my Extraordinary status will definitely have repercussions. While Grelint has become a pharmacist, she's not particularly adept at strategic thinking, and Hazel… she's still suspicious of Susie…

Who else...?

At that moment, Audrey's jewel-like green eyes suddenly lit up as she remembered someone trustworthy who knew her true identity.

Mr. Ron—no, I should say Ms. Ron!—is intelligent enough to understand the intentions of the person behind this!

"Bravour, Mr. Fool!" she thought sincerely, and the noble lady, whose beauty rivaled that of the silver-haired lady, quickened her pace considerably.

(End of this chapter)