Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 352 Your goddess tastes really good~ (3.5K)

"Oh, I don't think we need to be helped up here. You're too kind."

As they were about to come into the guests' view, the Archbishop of the Church of the Night in Backlund immediately stopped and, without changing his expression, spoke to Ron.

The apprehensive bishop did not take any drastic action against this dangerous fellow who appeared out of nowhere.

Ugh, what bad luck! Why did the gods of the Southern Continent come to Backlund? Why don't they go to Fursak and cause trouble for the Archbishop of the Church of War?

With a sigh in his heart, Anthony Stevenson gradually calmed down. Although he had doubts, he quickly came up with a solution: first, he would keep the other party calm and make a successful escape, and then find an opportunity to report this information to the goddess.

Under such circumstances, even the hot-tempered members of the Storm Church wouldn't be in such a hurry to return to the kingdom of their god.

If he were to get carried away with his passion and fight this mysterious being who is neither a "good god" nor an "evil god," then the entire kingdom of Backlund would probably be reduced to ashes by the god's power.

"Don't be shameless. Two fingers would be enough to deal with you; why would you need to turn the entire Kingdom of Backlund to ashes?"

Seemingly sensing the archbishop's thoughts, the blond-haired boy slightly raised his head and scoffed disdainfully. As his golden ponytail swayed, he suddenly noticed the centenarian's face turn bright red.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that he was reflecting on his thoughts and actions just now, which made him feel so ashamed that he couldn't face anyone.

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Anthony Stevenson was speechless for a moment, then took a couple of breaths, bent over slightly, and emphasized in a low, gritting voice:

"This is Backlund!"

This is a place watched over by the three gods. Aren't you afraid of being discovered as you swagger around like this?

"Heh, that's why I'm showing you my identity here, so you won't bother me in the middle of the night. We may not have much else, but we have plenty of pretty girls. It's not good for an old geezer like you to climb on the glass like that!"

"If you get caught, I'll report you for peeping. How will you ever face your new job as archbishop?"

"I'm doing this for your own good!"

Recalling Medici's act of carelessly tossing his underwear around, the blond boy spouted a bunch of nonsense, then loosened his grip on his hand and strode forward.

Ron was very familiar with the working mechanism of the night watchmen. He hadn't forgotten Tingen's extremely forgetful old captain, who always sent the squad on missions in the middle of the night or the early hours of the morning.

Thank you so much!!!

Withdrawing his hand and covering his little finger with it, Anthony Stevenson exhaled, his eyes turning dark and deep.

Just then, the archbishop suddenly saw the boy with a ponytail stop in front of him and wave as if he had something to say to him.

His dark, deep eyes instantly returned to normal. After hesitating for half a second, Anthony Stevenson still stepped forward.

From what we can see now, this being doesn't seem to have any obvious malice, or rather, all of his malice is in that broken mouth.

"Actually, you don't need to bother informing the Goddess of the Night. All three gods know I'm in Backlund, and your goddess even knows my address!"

Ron paused, then stood on tiptoe, grabbed the archbishop by the collar, and whispered in his ear:

"And I've also secretly gone to the Dark Heaven more than once in the middle of the night..."

The boy paused again in his very soft voice, then continued in an even more careful, furtive, and clandestine manner:

"What I mean is, I should be considered one of you now!"

Thump, thump, thump...

A rapid heartbeat suddenly erupted from the centenarian's body. Although he had never had a girlfriend in his life, he had seen Ron's "awkward" posture many times before.

What does it mean to sneak into the goddess's kingdom in the middle of the night?

What does it mean that we are in the same camp?

What are you saying?

"you"

These ambiguous words caused the archbishop's eyes to widen to their maximum, and his body to tremble, as if he had just stumbled upon a shocking revelation. He looked at Ron as if he were a madman.

In his view, the hidden meaning in the boy's words was undoubtedly blasphemous, defamatory, slanderous, and the hateful whispers of evil gods and demons.

However, when Anthony thought that the other party was also a god, he suddenly felt that Ron's words actually had some credibility.

If the goddess is older, she might prefer this kind of young man.

"Bullshit!"

Damn it, isn't this an evil god? He's tempting me to betray the goddess step by step!

Upon realizing this, "The Bishop of Fear" instantly sobered up, muttered a curse under his breath, and at the same time, a very awkward, indescribable, complex feeling welled up in his mind, like eating shit but unable to refute it.

It's really uncomfortable.

The old gentleman, with his white hair and beard and clean face, carefully examined Ron for a moment, then stopped hiding his gaze, his eyes turning dark, becoming deep and mysterious.

Just a few seconds later, the archbishop's eyes widened uncontrollably, as if he had received secret confirmation from the archbishop himself.

"Oh dear, you... oh dear..."

He pointed at Ron with a trembling hand, shook his head and sighed deeply, until finally he flicked his sleeve, completely ignoring the nasty fellow, and strode forward.

Damn it, why is it so messy?

Audrey Hall watched this scene from afar. In her opinion, Ron was helping the archbishop in, which showed that he was a man of excellent character and learning, very polite, and knew how to respect the elderly. He was even more knowledgeable about etiquette than the nobles.

However, the subsequent situation left her somewhat confused.

What exactly did Mr. Ron say to the Archbishop that led to his final expression? I can't figure it out, but it feels strangely familiar.

The beautiful noblewoman muttered to herself, then lifted her skirt and bowed to the Archbishop of the Church of the Night who was walking towards her.

As a noble family that had relied on the Church of the Night for generations, Audrey could be said to have been raised under the watchful eye of this archbishop.

Good evening, Grandpa Anthony.

A smile of impeccable elegance graced her face, while her headdress, earrings, necklace, and meticulously designed dress perfectly accentuated Audrey's radiant beauty, the brightest gem of Backlund.

Good evening, little Audrey.

"Did your father send you to greet me?"

Anthony suppressed his turbulent thoughts, put on the expression of a centenarian, and nodded to Audrey Hall.

Upon hearing this, the noblewoman's smile froze; she was momentarily at a loss for words. Her jewel-like emerald eyes first glanced at Ron behind her, then she politely replied:

"Well, I just happened to be strolling around. My father didn't say much to me, and I didn't even know you were coming."

Really, you must believe me, most of what I say is true. Audrey, you've even learned to lie, and in front of the goddess's priests no less!

The blonde, blue-eyed young lady suddenly felt a little guilty. She felt that the Archbishop of the Church of the Night, who used to be very kind and no different from a centenarian, had become somewhat frightening, unconsciously making people feel afraid and not daring to look up at him.

"It seems your father has done a good job of keeping this a secret. Alright, little princess, I have to go in now."

The noble lady's behavior did not escape the notice of the Sequence 3 "Fear Bishop". He looked at the drafty little cotton-padded jacket with mixed feelings, then looked back at the hateful "evil god" who was looking in his direction. He then sighed and headed towards the luxury villa.

Even the goddess didn't say anything, so what could a mere laborer like him say?

"Good evening, Audrey, are you here to greet me?"

Seeing that the troublesome old man had quickly gotten out of the way, the blond boy immediately went to the noble lady's side and, with the politeness that Sharon had already found astounding, removed his hat and bowed in greeting.

"Of course, Mr. Ron, well, actually I thought it would be a lady coming~"

At that time, that guy will definitely be very surprised!

Her emerald green eyes blinked, as if Audrey was anticipating something.

Her gaze swept over Ron's platform shoes and landed on Sharon, who was following behind with a blank expression. She recognized her as the ghost from the haunted house adventure.

She must be an extraordinary being; even if she doesn't have Sequence 5, she should at least have Sequence 6. Also, Mr. Ron is wearing height-increasing insoles. Is it because he's not satisfied with his height? Then he could easily become something else entirely. Oh, I see, he's definitely not used to wearing skirts or ladies' evening gowns!

In fact, I find it hard to imagine that Mr. Ron, who likes to wear skirts, could change his gender but remain the same as before.

By simply noticing certain details, the "mind reader" was able to understand the blond boy's thoughts.

At that moment, countless dark points of light seemed to flicker in her vision. The remaining "Mind Reader" potion, which would probably take another month to digest, was miraculously digested!

this.

Audrey's emerald eyes widened slightly, surprised that she could digest the potion so quickly just by interpreting the meaning of a high-ranking person's words.

For some inexplicable reason, she recalled some of the more famous lines from the novels written by Emperor Russell.

Mr. Ron, I need your help in my spiritual practice!

No, that phrase is clearly not used for digestive potions!

"Audrey, although this way you digest potions quickly, I still don't recommend that you observe those in high positions. They will notice, and what you observe is not under your control. After all, you're not a performing arts student."

Looking at the noble lady's delighted expression and her inexplicably flushed face, Ron gave her a serious warning.

Seriously, do they all just treat me like a tool?

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ron, please follow me."

Reminded, the blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman nodded repeatedly, humbly accepting the instruction. Then she went to the left of the boy with the single ponytail and led him into the luxurious villa, to a secluded spot at the ball.

She hadn't forgotten the purpose of inviting Ron: to get his opinion on the news Hugh had brought, and if he could find the root of the problem, that would be best.

However, as a reserved, conservative, and respectable noblewoman, Audrey felt she couldn't just ask Ron questions as soon as he arrived.

This not only damages the Hall family's reputation, but also makes it seem like I'm using Mr. Ron.

She pursed her soft lips, suppressing the thoughts that kept flashing through her mind. Just as the noble lady was about to say something, she sensed something rapidly approaching from behind.

The familiar scent of perfume reached her nose first, and the surprised yet familiar girl's voice made Audrey smile.

"Mr. Ron, I didn't believe Audrey when she bet you'd come. When did you two become so close?!"

"I've come to your house so many times, but you're either busy or not home. I wanted to invite you to the dance party at my house, but I just can't find you anywhere."

"Am I still your good friend!?"

Wearing a black evening gown shimmering with gold glitter, and with her long, dark green hair pulled up high, Hazel suddenly appeared in front of Ron. She took a step with her right leg, clad in high heels, and sat down to the left of the blond boy. At the same time, she glanced at her "best friend" Audrey with a complicated expression, and then provocatively grabbed Ron's arm.

Upon seeing the expression and demeanor on his friend's face, the "mind reader" suddenly realized what the archbishop's extremely complex expression meant.

It means

I was here first!

Although there are many differences, the general meaning is the same.

(End of this chapter)