Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 360, Big Brother, it's time to take your medicine~ (3.1K)

No, I didn't. Don't talk nonsense. I'm a model citizen of the new era. What do you mean by greedy and lustful? I'm thrifty and good at managing a household.

Klein made no attempt to hide the twitch of his lips, revealing the absurdity in his heart.

No matter who you are, you'd feel uncomfortable facing such hurtful words. If you don't show any expression, you'd seem too restrained, which wouldn't fit the persona of someone bewitched by a witch.

"Hmph, Sivir, what are you pretending to be so prim and proper for?"

"Alright, we're short on time, so we won't waste any more time talking to you."

The mature lady suddenly straightened her back, her watery eyes fixed on Klein without blinking.

"Haven't you always been curious about what organization we belong to? Haven't you always been looking forward to the moment you advance to Sequence Seven and gain immense power?"

"I can tell you right now that once you advance to Sequence Seven, you can become a full member of our team!"

No, madam, I am not curious at all, nor am I looking forward to it.

"Why must it be Sequence Seven?"

Klein muttered to himself, then looked knowingly at the alluring lady whose body was covered only by a semi-transparent silk dress.

"Heh, it's very simple. Only by becoming a Sequence Seven can one get closer to the Origin. And every year, many people in the organization fail to advance due to one problem or another."

"The organization you've joined is the Gnostic Order, which can be traced back to the Abrahamic and Witch families of the Fourth Age. However, once you drink Sequence Seven, you'll truly become one of us, a member of our Witch Cult!"

Gnostic... Wow, it's also related to the Abraham family. No wonder I'm so connected to witches. Based on past information and some characteristics of the gray mist, it's clearly attracting the "diviners," "apprentices," and "thieves." Roselle's diary, along with the cursed characteristics of the "Mr. Door's" ramblings during the full moon, undoubtedly indicate that the Abraham family's path is most likely the "apprentice" path.

Klein was taken aback, feeling that there was a great coincidence here, as if he had returned to Tingen, which was shrouded in the shadow of 0-08.

It's no longer a coincidence that you can easily run into trouble that most people would never encounter in their entire lives; it's more like something was deliberately arranged for you.

"You don't need to know too much about the specifics, and I don't want to waste my breath explaining it to you. This is the Sequence Seven potion for the 'Assassin' class. Once you drink it and successfully advance, you will understand everything."

Seeing her subordinate's shocked expression, the voluptuous lady covered her mouth and chuckled. Then, she took out a bottle of blue potion from a small box beside her. The potion had tiny, shimmering lights inside and emitted a strong, foul stench.

Judging by appearance alone, this potion is undoubtedly very beautiful, but the fact that even the cap can't stop the stench reveals its true nature in some ways.

Mrs. Jessica placed the small bottle on the table, her eyes fixed on Klein, as if to say, "Drink it quickly. Once you drink it, you'll understand what I mean. Once you drink it, I'll give you the pleasure you've been longing for."

"Once you're promoted, I'll take you to meet some important people."

Hey, this is so unfair! You didn't even explain the name of the potion for the Assassin's Path "Sequence Seven"?

The great detective shook his head inwardly, seemingly recalling the instigator who died from the bomb, and genuinely believing that it wasn't his fault at the time.

Judging from the current situation, this witch clearly wants to trick that poor guy.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and, feigning a mixture of trust and apprehension, picked up the bottle of "witch" potion.

The first step to infiltrating is to dress as a woman!

Backlund, Hilton District, Charas Bank.

Jumping off the carriage and adjusting his specially made top hat, Ron took the lead and entered the not-so-famous bank.

But as soon as this guy entered, he saw a bustling crowd lined up in long queues under the organization of security personnel, handling business at various windows.

As an inviolable and great being, the blond boy was quite dissatisfied with this, believing that queuing was an insult to his divinity.

However, as a benevolent and great being, Ron felt it was nice to occasionally share joy with the people.

Revealing his true identity at the most crucial moment will undoubtedly leave a deeper impression on these weak creatures.

When the time comes, what awaits them is endless praise and honey-like adoration.

The endless wisdom of that magical brain circuit made him smirk, his foolish appearance resembling that of a farmer's simple-minded son.

"Uh, please, mind your image. Lots of people are already looking this way..."

Feeling the burning gazes around her, even the vengeful spirit, who was supposed to be abstinent, couldn't bear it.

She bent down slightly and whispered a reminder in Ron's ear, which brought the little minnow back to his senses.

"Hmph, what are you looking at? Look again and I'll gouge your eyes out!"

The merciful God of Time and Space was naturally not too cruel; he merely offered a gentle word of advice and then ignored the gentlemen and ladies whose faces were already flushed red and whose expressions were one of astonishment.

Holding Sharon's fair and cool hand, Ron arrived outside the equity transaction office.

Logically speaking, if one wanted to buy shares in Honesty Steel, the stock exchange located in the Hilton district would undoubtedly be more professional.

However, the steel company had already been mortgaged to the bank by its former owner, and it had taken out a lot of loans. Therefore, according to the law, the Honest Man Steel Company, which had missed the best repayment date, now belonged to Charas Bank.

As a cold-blooded bank that only cares about money and not people, it would naturally not run a steel company that was about to go bankrupt. The best way to deal with this situation was to sell the company and turn the collateral into cash and corresponding interest.

"Looks like we're going to have to wait in line for a long time..."

The young boy muttered something to himself to the servant, showing no intention of using his divine authority to cut in line.

Looking at the little kid who seemed a bit strange today, Sharon was astonished, as if she had seen a ghost, and was quite surprised that Ron was obediently queuing up.

"What kind of expression is that? I'm calling this hiding my identity, sharing joy with the people, and displaying the fine virtues of humility and modesty!"

Seemingly noticing that the vengeful spirit's expression twitched by 0.01 millimeters, Ron turned his head and carefully examined Sharon, whose long, light blonde hair was combed up and who was wearing a small soft hat.

She was wearing a black court dress with an intricate, layered design, almost identical to the one she wore when Ron first met her; she hadn't changed at all.

"..."

Faced with the handsome young man's self-promotion, Miss Vengeful Spirit simply watched, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if mocking the shamelessness of some nobody.

"Sharon, you've gone astray!"

"It must have been Amon, or perhaps Medici, who taught you!"

Upon seeing this, Ron frowned, feeling that the servant who had been so respectful and trembling with fear towards him had disappeared, replaced by a cunning and venomous fellow.

But when exactly did this change?!

It seems that things turned out this way after I started looking for the Star General and teasing her a few times... or perhaps it was after we "opened up" to each other a few days ago.

Looking at the vengeful spirit, who appeared outwardly as bitter and resentful as before, but whose inner self had become strange, Ron raised an eyebrow and decided to wait until he got home that night to talk about it.

How dare you treat your master like this! I'll teach you a lesson tonight!

Time passed slowly, and after chatting with the servants for a while, the line shortened.

The blond boy didn't linger any longer and immediately pulled the servant carrying the money to an empty office.

"Good morning, ma'am. What kind of service do you need?"

The bank employee's gaze bypassed the blond boy who was only 1.5 meters tall and had a somewhat youthful face walking in front, and instead greeted Sharon who was walking behind him.

?

"I need to conduct some business!"

The bank clerk's nonchalant attitude immediately infuriated Ron, who slammed his hand on the solid wood table to vent his dissatisfaction.

I, the great "Prime Minister of Time and Space," am here to share joy with the people. How could I possibly encounter such an oblivious fellow as you?!

"Can't you tell that I am the master and she is the servant?"

The boy questioned loudly, pointing to Sharon, whose lips were upturned by two pixels, as if to demonstrate his own importance.

"Found it."

"Then why are you ignoring me...?"

"Minors who are only 1.5 meters tall do not have the legal effect of adults."

You son of a bitch!

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Upon entering the prepared bedroom, Klein took out a copper penny and performed a secret divination.

After confirming that no one was monitoring the area, he immediately and carefully set up a spiritual wall to prevent any noise from the bedroom from alerting the witch outside.

After doing all this, he lit three candles and began chanting incantations to summon the messenger, spreading his spiritual energy.

"I, in my own name, summon the powerful being who roams the spirit world, the unfettered free spirit, the messenger belonging solely to Ron Sothos!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Klein saw the candle flame representing him turn a dark green and rapidly expand to a height of over ten centimeters.

The next second, Habakak, who was only three centimeters tall, emerged from the candlelight that had turned a dark green.

Clearly, Ron's messenger and Ron himself share some inexplicable similarities, except that the former finds it easier to feel superior to the latter.

As soon as Habakak, a high-ranking spirit being, emerged, he sensed the aura of a great being above the spirit realm.

Its wicked grin suddenly froze, and it then removed its tiny top hat, no bigger than a finger, and bowed.

"Is there anything I can do for you?"

Hmm...very polite, much better than that little brat...

"Ahem, this is a bottle of magic potion. Could you please keep it safe for me? You need to leave the empty bottle for me."

To be honest, Klein hadn't expected Mrs. Jessica to be so generous before he arrived, offering the potion directly instead of the recipe.

A Sequence 7 potion can cost several thousand pounds!

Faced with this unexpected situation, Klein had no choice but to seek outside help, since he couldn't possibly drink the potion himself.

(End of this chapter)