Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 357 Go Undercover, Mr. Fool (3.3K)

Sensing Ron's gaze, "Justice" Audrey suddenly felt ashamed, because the blond boy's words and thoughts were not wrong at all, and they pierced her heart like sharp blades.

Sigh... Normally, I should maintain an elegant smile and not abandon my aristocratic dignity, but why can't I smile...?

Blonde, blue-eyed Audrey pursed her lips, then forced a smile:

"alien?"

Limited by the times, she had never heard of such a peculiar vocabulary.

"That's right. There are still many alien civilizations and powerful yet strange alien creatures in the universe. Some of them are intelligent, while others are wild beasts roaming the stars."

"However, this is not knowledge you should know right now."

Ron reached out and patted Susie's fluffy head, professionally resolving the noble lady's doubts.

"Mr. Ron, how did you know!?"

"Have you seen those extraterrestrial visitors?"

With her long, dark green hair styled in an updo and dressed in a black evening gown, Hazel's eyes lit up as she became very curious about the "alien civilization" Ron had mentioned.

To be precise, she was very curious about everything the blond boy said.

"Mr. Ron, why don't you lead us to find aliens?"

The girl walked over to Ron's side in a few steps and hugged the boy's arm again, acting coquettishly.

The softness of the girl, both close and distant, and her unique youthful vitality, made the little fish feel somewhat uneasy.

"Mr. Ron, have you really seen aliens? Could there be aliens hiding in the Northern Continent?"

Her gaze swept over Hazel, who was clinging tightly to the handsome young man's arm. The noble lady suppressed the flutter in her heart and gracefully sat down on the edge of the bed.

If she had the chance, she would also like to act coquettishly with Mr. Ron like that.

Who wouldn't want to hold Mr. Ron in their arms, so fragrant and soft?

According to the "mind reader's" observations, without exception, all the noble ladies who saw Ron at the ball had this thought in their minds.

Even worse, some gentlemen would ignore her and Hazel and secretly glance at this impeccably handsome young man out of the corner of their eyes.

Audrey, you must hold your head high. Although Mr. Ron is very cute, and is both arrogant and easy to talk to, you must not forget your status and the dignity of a nobleman...

Thoughts raced through her mind, but for the sake of the dignity and composure of a noblewoman, the young woman ultimately abandoned this potentially impolite act.

"Hmph, of course I've seen it."

Seemingly sensing what the two girls were thinking, Ron first pulled his arm away from Hazel's embrace, then squatted down with the golden retriever who was watching the show, and snorted disdainfully.

Why is life so hard? I treated these two guys like "brothers," but they wanted to hold me in their arms and play with me.

Boys must take good care of themselves when they go out!

"There are no hidden aliens in the Northern Continent, but there are two hidden alien ruins."

"I can show you around, but your strength is too weak. Two Sequence Eights will have to rely on my protection during this process..."

As the golden eyes flickered, images of the future appeared. The all-knowing and all-seeing god narrowed his eyes, concealing his surprise and astonishment.

In his observations based on "aliens," he saw some vague futures that were somewhat beneficial to him.

"Once you reach Sequence Six, I'll take you there!"

……

"Ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong..."

The doorbell rang at 67 Williams Street. Klein straightened his top hat and waited for the servants inside the mansion to open the door.

"Oh, it's you! What brings you here again?"

Ammon held a women's aesthetics magazine in his hand and helplessly pushed up his monocle.

Is this guy testing my patience?

In the eyes of the Time Angel, Klein was undoubtedly a piece of prime meat delivered to his doorstep, and coincidentally, the little brat was not in the villa.

What do you mean, "How did I get here?" Sir, you need to be mindful of your professional ethics. As a servant, how can you greet guests like this...

"Uh, something urgent, is Ron there?"

Seeing the strange look in Amon's eyes as he was being scrutinized, Klein felt that this guy was gay and that he would be devoured by him in the next second, leaving not even a trace of bone behind.

"Heh, you've come at the right time... That guy went to a ball and hasn't come back yet."

After hesitating for a few seconds, Shi Tianyi stepped aside to welcome this delicious piece of fat into the villa.

It's uncertain whether He can even become a god now, let alone covet the Source Castle. The fate of the Antigonus family ancestors in the Fourth Age already explains everything, and He, Amon, dares not take that risk.

At least one test subject is needed to see if, in the current environment, becoming an angel and controlling the Source Castle can withstand the spiritual will within the extraordinary characteristics.

Thinking of this, Amon unconsciously pushed up his monocle and looked at Klein Moretti, who was deliberately keeping a distance from him.

"You've come here several times, but I still don't know your name?"

Suddenly, a warm smile spread across his face. He sidestepped and flashed to Klein's side, putting his arm around his shoulder as if the two were long-lost brothers.

His deduction of his true nature was correct. Although following that little brat might bring some hardship, it could also bring tremendous surprises.

"Sherlock Moriarty, and you?"

Klein's lips twitched, as if he wanted to break free from Amon's "arm in arm," but as a "magician," he didn't have that ability.

"Hey, nice fake name. You can call me Amon. I keep my word. Come to me if you have any problems."

When you trust me enough, I'll betray you and take the Source Castle from you. That will be very interesting.

Tossing aside the women's aesthetics magazine in her hand and suppressing her wildly gleeful smile, Time Angel, as usual, picked up her wine glass and poured the great detective a glass of genuine Ormere red wine.

Klein picked up his glass, took a sip, and immediately frowned slightly.

Hmm. It's rich and layered on the palate, but why does it taste different from before?

"Is this a fake?"

Ron said that this guy seems to be the angel king of the "Thief" pathway, and that cheating is as easy for him as eating and drinking.

His distrustful brown eyes stared straight at Amon, causing the usually honest Shi Tian to freeze in place, all smiles vanishing from his face.

Damn it, can't you taste it yourself to see if it's real or fake?!

"Ha, Medici's assessment of you is very accurate; you're quite adept at provoking!"

After gritting his teeth and making a comment, Amon sat down on the sofa and, under the bright light of the gas wall lamp, continued to read the women's aesthetic magazine with great interest.

"Is it really necessary to be so stingy? Is this the King of Angels?"

Seeing Monocles's behavior, Klein took another sip of his drink and muttered something under his breath.

Meanwhile, on the sofa, Amon's forehead veins bulged, and he immediately turned his body away from Klein, his main idea being to avoid seeing or hearing about it.

A long silence fell over the spacious living room, which was filled with art and atmosphere.

Not long after, just as Klein was about to finish his last sip of wine, the sound of a key being inserted into the lock came from outside the villa.

"Klein, what are you doing here?"

The blond boy, still sweet-talking after the ball, managed to make the great detective's face turn ashen with just one sentence.

What kind of talk is that? You're not deliberately targeting me, are you?!

He first glanced at Amon, then at the arrogant little brat, his forehead veins bulging. He then followed Amon's example and immediately turned his back to Ron, out of sight, out of mind.

"It seems your investigation didn't go well."

Without Klein needing to say anything more, the great "God of Time and Space" immediately saw through the despicable man's intentions.

"You knew? You were following me!?"

The blond boy's words startled Klein. He turned his head sharply and stared in astonishment at the golden eyes that seemed to be able to observe everything.

"Ha, Klein, we've known each other for so long, how come I'm only finding out now that your IQ is also lacking by a penny?"

"Don't you even look at the time? It's midnight!"

"If you had nothing else to do, would you be visiting at this time?"

"Tch~ Idiot, moron, nobody!"

The blond boy stepped forward, lifted the entire sofa with one hand, and, to Klein's horror and astonishment, turned it 180 degrees, successfully making the great detective turn around to face the terrifying, violent little brat.

Holy crap, this works?!

"You nobody, now tell me everything that happened to you, and let me see what you've accomplished!"

Before Klein could react, the blond boy pinned him to the sofa with one hand, and he was unable to break free for a moment.

You think I'll just say it because you tell me to? Don't I have any pride?!

"Well, here's the thing..."

Faced with this brat who was acting crazy again, Klein immediately backed down.

Without the slightest hesitation, he recounted the unexpected incident he had encountered and how he handled it, half true and half false.

"In short, that's the gist of it. I plan to report it tomorrow. As for that steel company, Ron, I can tell you honestly, it's a problem."

Of course, you can also solve the problem...

As soon as he muttered to himself, Klein felt his shoulders relax.

"Report? Klein, I remember you're still a virgin, right?"

"If I were Amon, I would definitely go and enjoy myself before leaving; witches are a rare sight!"

Ron raised an eyebrow, giving him a knowing look.

To be honest, this expression looked quite awkward on the face of a handsome young man who seemed naive and inexperienced.

"Ha, that's impressive. Don't project yourself onto me; this is what it's like to be single all the time!"

On the other sofa, Amon curled his lip in disdain, only daring to retort to such slander.

"Ron, if you need me, I can give you the opportunity. I can report it later!"

Klein glanced provocatively between Ron's legs, and before he could even look up, he felt a warm, soft hand pinch his little finger.

"Klein, what I mean is, since you haven't been discovered, this is a golden opportunity!"

"You might want to consult Medici and see what he thinks. He's been staying out all night lately, and he's almost gone crazy looking for the Witch Cult."

"Furthermore, I have some investigative tasks for you. If you can complete them, I will reward you with unimaginable rewards!"

"For example... letting you see the entire blasphemous stone tablet!"

As soon as the blond boy finished speaking, he saw Klein's face suddenly turn red, his breathing became clearly audible, and his brown eyes became so bright they seemed to be shining.

Ron raised his little head and revealed that extremely wicked smile again.

"so……"

"Become a witch and go undercover, Klein!"

(End of this chapter)