Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 351 Audrey: Huh? ? ? (3.3K)

Tuesday night.

The carriage wheels rolled forward like a poet, leaving not a trace on the hard stone road.

The crimson moon shone brightly, its misty light draping the streets in a hazy veil. A tall, blond boy, about 1.6 meters tall, sat in the four-wheeled carriage he had just bought.

As for why he's 1.6 meters tall, it all started with the women's underwear Ron saw last night.

Attending a ball inevitably requires a formal dress, but in Ruen, the elaborate long dresses designed for women are somewhat inhumane. The layers of corsets, the heavy, overlapping skirts, and the clattering high heels when walking are a bit unacceptable to Endless Wisdom.

Upon seeing the elaborate dressing process and the morbidly tight corset that even her perfect figure couldn't handle, the silver-haired woman from twenty-four hours ago immediately shrank to 1.5 meters tall, and righteously retorted:

"I have become a woman, that's true, but that doesn't mean I've started to like stockings, semi-transparent underwear, or wearing skirts."

Anyway, this remark was meant to be both spoken and heard, which angered Medici so much that he slammed the door and left, and resolutely resigned from his position as a coachman.

With no other option, Marich, through Sharon's recommendation, successfully landed the job of a coachman, a position with virtually no competition.

The reason Ron grew ten centimeters in his youth form was for the dignity of endless wisdom; height-increasing insoles are something you deserve.

He raised his hand to touch his long, golden hair tied in a ponytail, took off his annoying monocle and tossed it aside. The handsome young man's golden gaze unconsciously drifted toward the vengeful spirit who was wearing an awkward, fake smile.

"Actually, I think it was quite good that you had a blank expression before."

After hesitating for a while, he still offered a sincere word of advice.

Because Sharon looks like a ghost when she doesn't smile, but when she does smile, it looks very awkward and doesn't match her own temperament at all, making her appear both eerie and terrifying.

"Hmm." The flat, monotone reply revealed the servant's genuine enthusiasm.

"Mr. Ron, we've arrived."

At this moment, the carriage stopped, and Maric's shouts came from outside the carriage.

This guy is clearly much better than Sharon; at least he knows to address Mr. Ron with respect!

If we were to choose the best service attitude from among the blond boy's oddly shaped servants, Arya, that scumbag witch who only cares about her master's body, would rank first, and second would be Marich, who was promoted from "probationary employee" to "full-time employee".

Medici always called him by his name, and Amon disdained to speak to him. As for Sharon, it was better not to talk to her. But now, in this cold world, someone actually addressed him as "sir"!

After putting the demigod-level monocle into his pocket, Ron jumped off the carriage and, unnoticed, tiptoed to pat the bewildered Marich on the shoulder.

"Do a good job, and the important task of reviving the leader of your Rose School's Temperance faction might just fall to you!"

The handsome blond youth habitually painted a rosy picture for his outstanding employees.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ron."

Marich was clearly startled. He stiffly forced a smile, glanced guiltily at the rows of horse-drawn carriages around him, and said a polite but restrained word.

Saying such things in front of a count's house where people come and go—are evil gods this arrogant now?

Just then, Marich's wary gaze suddenly spotted a carriage with a black curtain hanging behind him approaching. He immediately led his horse, trying to clear some space.

However, when he saw the full view of the carriage with the black curtain hanging over it, beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

A huge black holy emblem hung on the back half of the rather plain carriage, which looked so dazzling under the elegant gas streetlights and the crimson moonlight.

With a creak, the simple carriage stopped to their side, as if guarding against a sudden escape by the cultists.

We're doomed! We've been exposed!

Maric stared stiffly at the biggest cult leader, countless escape routes flashing through his mind.

Although he knew that the "God of Time and Space" was already famous, and that the Seven Gods had tacitly approved of it, neither accepting nor rejecting it.

However, the Seven Gods are the Seven Gods, and the Church of the Seven Gods is the Church of the Seven Gods; the two are not the same.

Even the followers of the Eternal Sun, one of the Seven Gods, are considered cultists in this country, so let alone them.

Once the Church of the Seven Gods determines that they are unstable, arresting them is inevitable!

"Are you from the Rose School? Is it really okay to shout this kind of thing in the street?"

The carriage curtains were drawn back, revealing an elderly man in an archbishop's robe, with deep-set eyes and a clean face. The visitor was none other than Archbishop Anthony Stevenson of the Church of the Night, who had come at the invitation of Earl Hall to discuss some important matters.

The archbishop glanced at the somewhat wary "zombie," then frowned as he looked at the handsome young man with a golden ponytail.

He didn't make the first move, nor did he make any bold attempts. Instead, he smiled and nodded from the side like an ordinary old man, as if to say, "Give me some face."

This is the gate of a great noble family; if a fight were to break out, the scene would be very unpleasant.

Ron's existence remains a secret to the entire mystical world, and the Seven Gods have mostly only heard of him, not all of them have actually seen him.

"Hmm~, we are from the Rose School, would you like to join us?"

Upon seeing the old man, Ron's eyes lit up. He immediately stepped forward and, as if they were old friends, took the archbishop's hand and shook it.

Anthony Stevenson was taken aback. He hadn't expected that the other party wouldn't understand his hint and would instead try to preach to him.

I am a high-ranking member of the Church of the Night. Didn't you see the Holy Emblem of the Night that's so big in the carriage?

Although they did not know who the other party was, the high-ranking members of the Church of the Night had already reached a consensus on the recent upheavals within the "Rose School".

That means neither provoking nor helping, and it's best not to have too much contact with them, but you must remain vigilant. If the other party takes the initiative to "provoke" you, you must protect the goddess's dignity.

Without a sound, the thick darkness enveloped the two carriages, and an aura of calamity spread, trying to dissuade the seemingly demigod from causing trouble.

Earl Hall is the representative of the Church of the Night for its interests within the kingdom. At the church's banquet, a demigod suddenly appears. No matter what, as the archbishop, he cannot allow the other party to act recklessly. It is best to eliminate all potential threats if necessary.

"You're just like your goddess; can't you just talk things out?"

Inside the carriage, the archbishop, who was quietly waiting for the boy to suffer his misfortune, suddenly felt his little finger being pinched in someone's hand.

Should we eventually have to take action? That would make things ugly!

Anthony Stevenson watched this scene calmly, while the darkness enveloped his little finger, which was being held.

"Annie, you said that Archbishop Anthony Stevenson of the Church of the Night in Backlund will also be coming? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Miss, I just found out too."

Inside the bedroom, "Justice" Audrey's emerald green eyes widened slightly, her expression revealing a hint of anxiety.

Surely they weren't using the ball as a cover to verify the information I told Dad was true or false. Although I used the excuse of getting the information from a occult gathering, the truth of the matter is indeed impossible to confirm.

My Goddess, I hope Mr. Ron doesn't run into that archbishop, otherwise... Oh dear, Audrey, how could you make such a basic mistake? It's all Anne's fault, why didn't you remind me sooner? It's also my fault, this is a ball, archbishops usually don't attend.

With her cheeks slightly puffed out, Audrey Hall could hardly imagine what would happen if a member of a secret organization had just stepped off a carriage and turned around to run into a high-ranking archbishop of the Church of God.

No matter how you look at it, this will cause problems!

Well, the best-case scenario is that they didn't run into each other, or that they did run into each other but Mr. Ron hid very well and wasn't discovered. However, given his prideful nature, that's probably very difficult.

Upon thinking of this, the impossibly beautiful noblewoman immediately and rather undignifiedly rushed out of her bedroom and headed straight for the hall where the ball was to be held.

She was going to check whether the two gentlemen had arrived early or late.

After jogging a few dozen meters down the porch, the noblewoman immediately stopped, raised her hands, and walked slowly and gracefully. A graceful smile graced her face as she nodded and greeted the nobles and councilors who had come to the ball.

Seeing that there was still a large group of people ahead, Audrey's smile froze. She immediately turned her head and pretended not to see anything. She followed the edge of the wall and passed through layers of obstacles to reach the area near the entrance of the hall.

Thanks to the audience's ability, she did not spot Mr. Ron and the Archbishop.

"Ah!!! Let go, let go!!!"

However, at that moment, she faintly heard a pig-like scream in her ear. If Audrey hadn't been a "mind reader," she wouldn't have noticed it at all.

This...this sounds like Mr. Anthony Stevenson's voice. Could it be...we really ran into him?

Her emerald-green pupils narrowed slightly. The noblewoman glanced at the oblivious waiters, security personnel, and guests, then hurried out of the villa to see what had happened.

The thick darkness enveloped the entrance to the luxurious villa. Audrey Hall had only walked halfway when she saw a handsome young man with a ponytail supporting an elderly gentleman with a clean-shaven face.

A bead of cold sweat seemed to trickle down the old man's forehead, soaking his archbishop's robes, while behind them followed a group of solemn-looking night watchmen.

The scene at this moment actually looked somewhat harmonious.

"Little An, look at you, you're already an old man and still a virgin. Why don't you stop believing in the Goddess of the Night and come to me? I guarantee you'll have a dozen sons by next year!"

Ron clenched his fingers, watching the Archbishop of the Church of the Night look like he wanted to refuse but didn't dare to. He slowly curled the corners of his mouth into a pleasant smile.

"I'll think about it, but could you please let go of my hand first?"

Anthony Stevenson forced a smile and replied that he never imagined he would encounter a "true god" in Backlund.

When the other person cracked his fingers, he sensed the oppressive aura emanating from the boy, a symbol of the cycle of time and space, the end of the unity of all things, and the radiance representing endless wisdom, which was deeply imprinted in his heart.

The oppressive aura emanating from the person before him was something an angel could never possess. Even the slightest hint of it was enough to remind him of the fear and tension he felt when facing the goddess.

what?

Seeing the scene before her and hearing the conversation between the two, Audrey Hall was deeply shocked and didn't know what to say for a moment.

As expected of Mr. Ron.

After a long while, she muttered something to herself.

(End of this chapter)