Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 358 Family Status (3.4K)

"But I'm just a magician."

Before he could even utter a word of refusal, Klein fell silent.

Because he has finished digesting the "Magician's" potion, the next stage is Sequence Six, "Faceless Man".

Raising his head and adjusting his decorative glasses with gold rims, the unshaven Klein saw that same wicked smile as always.

"Ron, can you tell me why?"

And you're so amazing, capable of being both male and female, why don't you go yourself?

Klein forced a weak smile, muttering to himself that to make sure this wasn't some new prank by a brat, he had to find out the other person's purpose before deciding whether to help Him.

"Oh dear, there's nothing I can't say. You should know that Medici is a Hunter Path member, right?"

"Yes, I know."

Klein adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses again and nodded without any surprise.

Seeing this, the blond boy immediately shrugged, adopting a matter-of-fact manner, and said:

"Isn't it obvious? This guy has always wanted to cause trouble, and you, unlucky fellow, have a special connection with witches."

What does it mean that I have a special connection with witches?

"No, that's just a coincidence, and what you said is only part of the truth!" A glint of wisdom seemed to flash in Klein's eyes.

Ron wasn't the type to ask others for favors on behalf of his subordinates; he usually took matters into his own hands.

He's a rather proud guy.

"Don't believe me? Ask Him yourself!"

The boy raised his head, seemingly trying to look the 1.73-meter-tall detective straight in the eye, but he quickly gave up on this presumptuous action and reminisced about the beauty of looking down on everything in his negative state.

He sighed helplessly, then clapped his hands twice. The spatial arrangement of the living room subtly shifted, seemingly overlapping with a hidden world in a mirror.

Overlap in a practical sense.

"Bullshit! Can't you just say what you want to say?"

Medici, who suddenly appeared in the center of the living room, cursed loudly. His spirit body seemed to be torn apart, as if it could not withstand the instantaneous change in space. He felt dizzy and experienced a spatial dislocation of consciousness.

"Medici, you won't find the witch just by browsing in a sexy lingerie store."

Ron's little mouth uttered only one sentence, which made the translucent red angel's figure flicker, like a gas lamp with a faulty connection, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"If you can talk, then talk more. If you can't, then shut your damn mouth!" The war angel, who had turned back into an evil spirit, blushed and then cursed angrily with a distorted expression.

He had a love-hate relationship with his current boss, both in name and in reality. He loved that Ron was reliable no matter what he did, but he hated that sweet-talking mouth.

Because this always makes Him lose confidence in the special abilities of His own methods.

"I'm telling the truth, and you don't need to hide anything from me. I was watching you when you secretly wore a little skirt and wiggled your butt in the middle of the night."

"Shut up, you piece of shit!!! Those were Sauron and Einhorn, those two idiots, not me!!!"

Clusters of white flames tinged with blue erupted from the evil spirit's body, truly illustrating what it means for rage to rise three feet high.

This...this is Medici! When did he become a vengeful spirit, no, an evil spirit?!

Klein was completely dumbfounded at this point, even though he knew that the Ron family had many strange features and had prepared himself mentally.

But unexpectedly, the older sister in red, whom I had met alone many times, turned into a monster that looked crazy and somewhat irrational.

What exactly happened? It seems that high-sequence powerhouses can transform into powerful spirit beings after death by relying on their transformed spiritual bodies, but judging from Medici's appearance, he's dead!?

How is that possible?!

That's why Ron asked me to gather information about the witch cult. It's to obtain something to help this witch, who might be a demigod, recover!

Well, Medici can't really be entirely blamed for this madness.

Glancing at Ron's chattering mouth out of the corner of his eye, the great detective made a series of guesses in his mind and successfully deduced the general cause and result.

After a while, seeing that the red angel floating in mid-air was gradually calming down, Ron pushed Klein, who was full of doubts, forward and recounted the details of the situation.

"You mean this guy's got connections with the Witch Cult?"

With a burning gaze fixed on the smirking detective beside him, Medici's entire evil spirit suddenly calmed down, as if his previous madness was just an illusion of everyone present, or perhaps he was using the opportunity to berate some little brat.

"Heh, I didn't expect that you, a weakling who's about the size of a newborn bird, would not find the killer of Lanluus, but instead run into a witch cult that has gone underground and is hiding deep underground."

"I really don't know what to say. Sometimes I even doubt whether you're a 'magician' or a 'man' at all~"

I, an angel king, have investigated for so long. Even according to the law of extraordinary characteristics aggregation, I should be stronger than this guy. What makes him so powerful? Does his talent of taunting have any effect?

Medici subtly glanced at the "One Who Unifies All Things" with a slight twitch of his lips, then looked at Klein and said slowly and deliberately:

"Sherlock, I don't need your help with this. Just tell me your terms if you can help me find the Black Witch!"

The War Angel paused for a second. He had intended to say that he didn't need the help of a weakling like him, and that he only needed to trade information to him. However, upon seeing the look that "obedient" Ron gave him, Medici immediately changed his mind.

Seeing this, the blond boy nodded in satisfaction, and then slowly and deliberately said:

"I also have a mission: to use the cooperation between the Witch Cult and the royal family to find out where Arista Tudor's secret tombs are located. I originally wanted to do this myself, but I have something more important to do!"

Ron, who habitually tossed the genie in his hand, decided to entrust the task to the troublesome Klein.

The primordial will and the Outer Gods are eyeing him covetously; he must prepare early.

As for why he didn't do it himself, it was because he had made a promise to Adam not to interfere with His incarnation ceremony.

In truth, Ron was quite reluctant to keep his promise. For a great being that has existed since time immemorial for countless years, such a verbal agreement would not have any impact on him.

"To do this is no different from being a treacherous traitor, a despicable rogue, a beast that is not human, or a mysterious lord!!!"

The blond boy stretched out his arms, proudly proclaiming himself in his will while simultaneously belittling a despicable foil.

Seriously, that's enough! You can't stop talking about me after just three sentences, can you?!

The old Celestial Venerable felt offended, and his frenzied fluctuations of will instantly subsided. It seemed that he was already used to it and did not pay attention to Ron, who was likely to take advantage of him.

"Uh, Ron, I'm going to the restroom. I'll get back to you in a bit!"

This sounds very dangerous; it would be best to consult a fortune teller first...

Klein hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse immediately, because the temptation to look at the desecrated stone tablet was too much for him to resist.

This means that the potion recipes after the fourth sequence of the Diviner are secure!

This is called being prepared for a rainy day...

With a silent grumbling to himself, Krahn got up and headed to the restroom in the lobby on the first floor.

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Inside Baron Kessel's guest room.

After taking two deep breaths, the Witch of Pleasure stood up with her feet, feeling the warmth leaving her body, and immediately kicked the dead man off the bed.

Just then, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Baron Kessel walked in wearing a top hat.

"Heh, you really know how to pick your time. Are you coming too? Actually, I wouldn't mind having you here tonight."

The witch showed no restraint in the face of her husband's arrival, as if she were already used to this situation.

She knelt on the white bed, panting, her eyes, like still lake water, gazing at her husband with a dreamy, unfocused look.

Suddenly, Jessica's whole body trembled almost imperceptibly, and her face showed obvious panic.

"Is everything done?"

The pale-faced, sparsely-haired baron spoke without a trace of emotion, and his cold blue eyes were terrifying, making it impossible to meet his gaze.

"Well, of course, they're just a few ordinary people; it's not some high-difficulty mission."

The alluring witch stiffly forced a smile, then turned and began to complain to herself, seemingly to no one in particular.

"Honestly, witches are welcomed everywhere, but you don't even glance at me. Sometimes I really wonder if you're even a man. Maybe you just enjoy watching your wife do this kind of thing with other men?"

"Take off your mask, whether you're a man or a woman, I can give you unimaginable pleasure."

Before she could finish her probing words, Jessica felt her neck being grabbed tightly and lifted off the bed. Her face flushed red, and she kicked and flailed her legs as black flames erupted from her body.

However, the black flames did not burn Baron Kessel's spirit as the witch had predicted, nor did they inflict any terrible curse on him. Instead, they flowed over his body like liquid.

Just then, the voice of the personal male servant came from outside the bedroom door.

"Baron, Mr. Patrick Jason has come to visit to discuss the transfer of Honest Man Steel's shares that were mortgaged to Charlas Bank."

The tightly clenched hands suddenly loosened, and the baron with his cold blue eyes glanced at his nominal wife, sneering:

"In fact, apart from witches, most apprentices are also very popular."

"You only approached me for a higher social status, but I don't mind. I really like your desire to mate with everyone around you."

"Jessica, remember the contract we signed. Now that you've received the gift, keep your speculations to yourself!"

As soon as the Baron's cold, cruel words fell, the door slammed shut, leaving only the Baroness, her face pale, kneeling on the cold floor, speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)