Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 356 Omniscience and Omnivision (3.2K)

That's basically it.

After much deliberation, Audrey Hall finally revealed the truth, telling everyone that Susie was no longer an ordinary dog.

Sigh~ Why do I always encounter strange things when I'm with Mr. Ron? Like Archbishop Anthony, or being unexpectedly led astray by Hazel, or Susie revealing herself on her own? I always feel that no secret can be kept from Him, and even if you try to hide something, it will soon be exposed in an unexpected way.

It's as if Mr. Ron is the center of the world, and nothing can hide around him. Perhaps this is the special characteristic of angels?

Recalling the chaotic events that had begun at the start of the party, the noblewoman felt quite annoyed.

Since becoming an "audience member," she had never felt so uncertain about everything around her. At this moment, Audrey felt like a lucky audience member in a theater who was called up to interact with the actors, with no idea what would happen next or what was about to happen.

Because she herself had already entered the stage and was forced to become part of the performance.

"Susie is actually an Extraordinary One!"

"No, it's an extraordinary dog!"

"No, that doesn't feel right. Something just feels off."

Looking at the golden retriever in front of him that could speak the Rune language and whose intelligence was not much worse than that of a human, Hazel Macht fell into deep thought.

Compared to the aristocratic lady's meticulousness, the politician's daughter was more surprised by Susie's true identity.

This was the first time she had ever seen a living supernatural being.

"Woof woof woof woof."

Facing the gazes of its owner and the other two people, the golden retriever Susie simply sat by the door and barked innocently twice.

The blond boy clearly understood the dog's language.

"Ha, it's saying I'm just a dog and know nothing else."

The boy's voice echoed in Audrey's bedroom, interrupting the two girls' thoughts.

"Mr. Ron, can you understand what Susie is saying?"

Upon hearing this simultaneous translation, the noblewoman was so shocked that her mouth gaped open. However, she quickly realized the impropriety of her behavior and immediately covered her mouth with her gloved hand.

As expected, she once again took off her mask, unconsciously revealing her innermost essence.

"What, want to learn? I'll teach you."

"In any case, I will be sending church night watchmen to protect your family's safety in the near future. As for whether the person behind this has other motives, that is not within our consideration."

The less you do, the fewer mistakes you make; if you do nothing, you make no mistakes. Faced with this special situation, Anthony Stevenson's first priority is undoubtedly to protect the interests of the Church of the Night. As for other matters, we'll deal with them later.

As the Great Being has said, things are moving in the direction they were intended to go, and there is no sign of any guidance, because no one has done anything.

"Okay, then I'll trouble you to teach it!"

Earl Hall, sporting a neat little mustache, nodded after a moment's thought. In any case, as long as the Church could guarantee the safety of himself and his family, that would be more than enough.

With the security issue resolved, the Archbishop relaxed slightly, his deep eyes fixed on the relieved members of the Senate.

"Your daughter appears to have become an Extraordinary, but she's currently at a low-sequence level."

Anthony's words were startling, causing the count, who had been a handsome man in his youth, to tremble slightly.

It wouldn't be good for the church to know about this. Although the Hall family has a number of extraordinary individuals, Audrey is different.

"Haha, I know. I found out after she gave me the information last time. After all, the extraordinary materials in the family's treasure trove can't be faked."

"However, Audrey has grown up, so I didn't expose her. I plan to give her some advice after she comes of age."

"Bishop Anthony, although I'm not an extraordinary being, it doesn't seem that dangerous in the lower ranks, and the advancement speed should be very slow, right?"

The words of noblemen are quite refined; in just three sentences, they expressed their doting affection for their daughter and indicated that this was not a big deal.

"Yes, promotions are indeed very slow."

Of course, this is on the premise that the role-playing method is unknown.

Anthony Stevenson added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

He understood what Earl Hall meant, but the issue wasn't whether Audrey Hall was an extraordinary being.

Lohensothos, the ruler of time and space, the ultimate point where all things return to oneness, and the all-knowing and all-seeing infinite wisdom.

This was the secret message the goddess gave him when he secretly tattled on her. The three-part title and the authority it conveyed undoubtedly indicated that this was a true deity walking on the earth!

But the most important thing is that your daughter actually brought this great being, who is on par with the Seven Gods, into the bedroom!

"Cough, it's nothing, you."

The Archbishop of the Church of the Night pondered for a long time, twitched the corner of his mouth, but in the end he still did not tell the truth to his optimistic old father.

"Yes, I know something about your daughter. She seems to have some connection with a 'friendly' being. Don't be alarmed; this being has close ties to the church."

He must have a very close relationship with the goddess.

Based on the gossip he had deduced, the archbishop added a sentence in his mind, casually glancing at the dumbfounded members of the Kingdom's Upper House.

"His account, in the church books, can be traced back to the ancient Second Age."

The ball proceeded as scheduled, unaffected by the undercurrents hidden beneath the surface.

In the restroom of the lobby on the first floor, Mrs. Jessica, with her striking and elegant appearance, reached into the inside pocket of her dress and took out a small mirror decorated with mysterious patterns.

At this moment, the mirror did not reflect anything. Instead, it resembled a turbulent body of water, with ripples spreading outwards, as if some terrifying monster was about to emerge from the mysterious mirror.

The mission was completed so quickly? Could it be that he's going to kill everyone who found him, like last time?

The "Pleasure Witch" frowned slightly, then extended her finger, spreading her spiritual energy into the mirror.

The ripples vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by the image of a man draped in a black robe, with only the outline of his chin visible.

This mysterious figure in black robes was in a dimly lit environment, sometimes swallowed up by darkness and disappearing, and sometimes appearing in general outline like a ghostly figure.

"Sivir, have you completed your mission?"

The woman, with her striking and elegant appearance, asked about the specific details of the mission without any apparent unusualness.

"Yes, I disguised myself as a 'middleman' who wanted to check on the steel company's situation, bypassed security, and finally took out that guy."

The man in the black robe answered the entire "crime process" in a voice Jessica knew well, slightly hoarse.

"Very good, it seems you can use your brain now. An assassin is not just about killing; meticulously crafting a plan is the essence of an assassin."

"However, there's one more crucial aspect for an assassin, and that is..."

At this point, the "Pleasure Witch" frowned and shouted sharply:

"Take off your hood so I can see your face clearly!"

The man in the black robe in the mirror paused for a moment, then calmly removed his hood, revealing a handsome young man underneath.

His eyes were fixed on the beautiful woman in the mirror, and his throat moved occasionally as he swallowed.

"Heh, the most important thing for an assassin is caution. You did very well just now, not revealing your appearance immediately upon contacting me. It seems you've learned a lot recently."

"Alright, I'll cover for your actions."

"Meet me at our usual spot on Friday, and I'll give you what you want~"

After carefully examining her subordinate's face, Jessica no longer had any doubts. She immediately severed the connection with the mirror, straightened her clothes, and went out to continue attending the ball and looking for her prey for the night.

……

"Hmph, goodbye!"

In a secluded, deserted park in the East District, Klein smirked and muttered to himself.

A witch, right? Baron Kessel's second wife, right?

I'll report you tomorrow and send you to meet the Primordial Witch!

This is the next step in Klein's plan: to eliminate all evidence and completely cover up the clues so that no one will notice him, a mere private detective.

It seems I really haven't let down the name Moriarty...

Klein muttered to himself, and without wasting any time, he sacrificed the mirror and the blood-stained black robe to the gray mist. At the same time, he used 0-21 to create a paper angel for himself, completely eliminating the clues.

Klein pulled out his pocket watch, clicked it open, and glanced at it. He realized it was almost 11 p.m. After a moment of contemplation, he quickly came up with his next idea.

The crimson moon hung high in the sky, its radiance reflecting on the mist over Backlund, making the entire city seem as if shrouded in layers of thin red gauze.

After walking for several tens of minutes in the bone-chilling cold of late October, the great detective finally found a horse-drawn carriage.

"67 Williams Street!"

He was going to hand over all the reports he had obtained to Ron, because they were essentially all just trouble caused by little kids, and he was just the one who stuck his neck out.

"8 Sule!"

The coachman who was renting a cab at night quoted an astonishing number, which startled Klein.

8 Sole!? Why don't you just rob me?! Have I finally encountered a coachman who overcharges?

However, before Klein could finish his internal monologue, he heard the coachman opposite him say confidently:

"After eight o'clock at night, I'm the only coachman in this area."

He meant, "Take it or leave it, it's not like I'm the one in a hurry."

Good! You're ruthless!

Mr. "Magician" smirked, revealing a slightly comical smile, and reluctantly counted out eight sule for the fee before handing it over.

……

"Mr. Ron, I heard there's an abandoned house in the South Bridge area that's haunted by a female ghost..."

"Stop, Hazel, can't you come up with something original? All you ever talk about is female ghosts!"

The blond boy looked at the girl speechlessly, mercilessly criticizing her extremely narrow-minded thinking.

"Even if you said you were going to find aliens, that's better than a female ghost!"

"I see neither of you has ever killed a person, yet you want to go looking for monsters and deal with extraordinary villains?"

Ron turned his head and looked at the noble lady whose appearance was not much different from his own.

The two girls always talked about their adventures and the stories hidden behind the extraordinary world.

According to the analysis of endless wisdom, the reason is that they ate too much.

If it were Klein, he would definitely want to push all the troubles away so he could have a few days of peace.

(End of this chapter)