Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 36 Hope

"We got separated!?"

"Death behold! How could such a thing happen to you!"

Hearing the exclamation of the disheveled blond boy in front of him, Ron pushed up his monocle, suppressing the small pang of guilt in his heart.

It's all the fault of the dead...

Faced with the boy's question, Ron once again told a lie.

It wasn't that he had any ulterior motives; he simply felt that telling the truth would frighten the boy in front of him.

By this time, Ron had gotten used to his current state. He instinctively wanted to observe these weak humans up close, but he also resisted this behavior to some extent.

Perhaps, as Yuan Chu said, that faint emotion began to shake his will, making him completely unlike his former self.

No, I am who I am!

Ron lowered his eyes, analyzing the strange emotions in his heart, while also diverting some of his attention to mentally confront the two guys who were mocking him.

"Ron, are you from Backlund?"

"Is that how you spell it, Backlund?"

The boy in front of him kept his head down. Roy Moore stopped asking about the boy's experiences and spelled out the word Backlund in his not-so-fluent Rune.

When Ron spelled out the word, he could hear the eagerness and longing in the man's voice.

"Yes, I am indeed from there..."

"real!?"

Before Ron could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Roy Moore's delighted voice.

"Ron, I've heard that Backlund is the most prosperous place in the world, and that it covers a very, very large area. Is that really true?"

Roy Moore was somewhat excited and couldn't wait to ask about something he had been concerned about for a long time but had no ability to verify.

He stood up, gesturing with his arms to draw a large circle, as if to illustrate how enormous Backlund was in his mind.

Ron thought about it for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, it is indeed the largest human settlement."

"Roy, you seem to know a lot about that place? Are you from there too?"

As soon as Ron uttered those words, he saw Roy Moore in front of him deflate like a punctured balloon and immediately slump into the creaking chair.

"My father is from there, but I haven't seen him in a long time..."

"Perhaps ten years? Or perhaps fifteen?"

"Everything I know is what my mother told me; she said my father was a true gentleman..."

Roy Moore's mood grew increasingly somber as he spoke, until finally it was almost a soft murmur, as if he were recalling his mother's last words of nagging in his ear.

And what about your mother...?

Ron wanted to ask that question, but seeing the boy's appearance, he swallowed his words.

Obviously, a mother wouldn't let her child run around in shabby clothes, especially in a place that discriminates against the Ruen people.

"Don't be sad for me, Ron!"

"I'm very strong, and my father is definitely still looking for me!"

Perhaps sensing the change in Ron's attitude, or perhaps unwilling to believe that he had been abandoned by Ron's father, Roy Moore suddenly perked up and carefully took off a worn-out amulet from his neck.

This amulet is pitted and uneven, as if it has been frequently held and rubbed in someone's hand, covered with the marks left by time.

"Look, this was left to my mother by my father, and then passed down to me by my mother!"

"My mother said this was a keepsake my father gave her before he returned to Rune, saying that he would definitely come back one day and take my mother and me to live in the Kingdom of Rune!"

As the boy spoke, his emerald green eyes lit up slightly, filled with a false hope and expectation.

Perhaps deep down, even he himself didn't believe that his father, whom he hadn't seen in a long time and had forgotten what he looked like, would really come to take him home.

However, people need hope to survive, even if it is false.

Ron pushed up his monocle and watched the scene expressionlessly. As an Outer God with a little humanity, he really couldn't understand what the boy in front of him was hoping for.

Shouldn't we discard those unrealistic fantasies in situations like this?

These fantasies only cause more pain. Although they may provide temporary confidence, they will lead to unimaginable setbacks when hope is shattered.

Just then, the wooden door, made of several old planks pieced together, was opened from the outside.

The wooden door creaked and groaned in resistance.

"Roy, we're back!"

A slightly cool, girlish voice came from the doorway, interrupting Ron and the other person's conversation.

The girl's voice was somewhat childish, indicating that she was not very old. Ron turned his head and saw a little girl with chestnut hair and eyes of the same color standing at the door, looking him up and down.

When she saw Ron looking at her, she lowered her head somewhat shyly, revealing a boy behind her who looked similar to her.

These underage children are likely the sole owners of this wooden house.

"Elsa, you're back!"

"And Jordyn Jr."

Roy Moore greeted the girl warmly as soon as he saw her, and of course he didn't forget the shy boy following behind her.

In fact, given their mutual help and supportive relationship, they didn't need to do this.

But Roy Moore did this for one purpose only: to introduce Ron to his two companions, who were even more enthusiastic and cheerful than Ron had imagined.

"This is Ron, the one I met today. He came from Rune!"

Once his two companions entered the house, he couldn't wait to introduce Ron.

"A Ruen person?"

Elsa asked a question. As a thoughtful young woman, she was well aware of Putuo City's attitude towards outsiders.

Even those of them who have half-Southern Continent blood face discrimination and beatings on a daily basis. Some even capture them and use them as spies for the colonists to exchange for rewards from the Self-Defense Forces.

But in this situation, how did a well-dressed boy from Ruen, who wasn't much older than them, get here?

"Ron said he came here with his father, who was a merchant, but he ended up getting lost on his own."

Noticing his companion's confusion, Roy Moore quickly explained to Ron.

He seemed very enthusiastic about this new friend he had just made, perhaps because Ron and his father came from the same place, or perhaps because Ron was one of the few people who agreed with him and did not laugh at him.

"Is that so..."

"Welcome, Mr. Ron."

Elsa suddenly realized what was happening, and then gave a faint smile.

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