Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 363 A novice teacher produces a novice student (3K)

Klein didn't think too much about directly killing Mrs. Jessica. Back in the day, who didn't dream of being a knight-errant?

Although the style of the hero doesn't quite match the world's art style, the spirit he embodies is the same.

Klein squeezed the throbbing hunger in the other's right palm, sensing the other's desire to eat but also the caution of being slapped, and suddenly an idea came to him.

He moved swiftly, placing his writhing hunger upon the "Pleasure Witch," and gave her the order to graze and devour her flesh.

The wriggling hunger pangs were clearly taken aback, as if they had never encountered such a good owner before, and were moved to tears.

Without hesitation, it split open a large mouth in the palm of the glove, revealing two rows of illusory white teeth. It devoured Jessica's corpse without even chewing it.

After Mrs. Jessica's body disappeared, Klein ignored what new abilities he had gained from herding and turned back to the long-faced man who had insulted the girl, his hunger churning within him.

"Eat quickly!"

He urged his writhing hunger to hurry up, because Klein could already hear footsteps just a few meters from the door.

The wriggling hunger clearly hadn't expected an extra meal. Excitedly, it swallowed the food without even chewing, even faster than before. It was truly an essential item for home and travel, and a great helper for destroying evidence.

At the same time, Klein's figure grew slightly taller, and the muscles on his face kept twitching and changing. In just a second, he transformed into Jessica, the "Pleasure Witch," with a bright and elegant appearance and eyes that seemed to ripple like lake water.

"cough."

Adjusting his voice, Klein touched his still-flat-chested breasts with a complicated expression, then helplessly crossed his arms, adopting a nonchalant demeanor to conceal this fatal flaw.

"Oh dear, can't you be a little gentler? Why are you treating ladies so rudely?"

Just as the gangsters were about to push the door open, Klein, disguised, pushed the door open first.

With the face of a "witch of pleasure," she crossed her arms and stood up, displaying a leisurely and carefree posture.

"Mrs. Jessica, what are you doing here?"

The gang leader swallowed hard, not daring to take a closer look at this mature woman who had a heart as venomous as a snake and superhuman strength.

"Hmph, do I need to explain to you what I'm doing here?"

Recalling the long-faced man's reaction to Jessica, Klein snorted and looked down at the leading gangster.

As expected, upon hearing this displeased question, the gang members present all shuddered, lowered their heads, and dared not utter another word.

"Alright, get lost and don't spoil my fun!"

Learning from Ron's arrogant demeanor from his memory, Klein turned his back, closed the door, and ignored the gangsters outside.

"Boss, should we go in?"

At this moment, a gang henchman came to the leader's side and pointed to the tightly closed door.

"You piece of shit, go by yourself, don't drag me down with you!"

Seeing that this good-for-nothing underling actually wanted to follow them inside, the gang leader kicked him in a huff.

As a man, he was indeed very envious of Mrs. Jessica's fair and tender body.

But as a human being, every time he saw those leaders who had spent a night with beautiful ladies looking exhausted and on the verge of death the next day, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Although they were allies of this mature lady, she probably didn't really care about their lives.

"What are you looking at? What are you all standing there for? Go do what you're supposed to be doing!"

Klein breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the order from the gang leader outside the servants' quarters.

He first tidied up the remains of the girl who had been mutilated, and finally used a ritual of sacrifice and bestowal to offer her up to the gray mist.

Although it seemed that Mrs. Jessica had a lot of privileges here, Klein did not want to do anything unusual.

For example, how could a cult member who disregards life and commits numerous evils suddenly leave the stronghold with a corpse whose face has been prepared for burial?

This could easily arouse suspicion, and if someone discovers his A, then he will probably be exposed.

Ha, this counts as a promotion and a raise. I never expected to successfully take over my boss's position on my first day undercover.

Only then did Klein relax, muttering to himself as he tried to mask his gloomy mood.

Hmm. The "Faceless Man's" ability is quite useful in this situation. Perhaps I don't need to steadily improve step by step within the Witch Cult. I can directly kill my superior, take her place, and go above the gray fog to communicate with spirits and obtain information. However, this method is not perfect. If she were a Puppet Master, I might choose to make her into a puppet. In a way, that would also be considered a replacement.

As he pondered this, Klein's expression suddenly became somewhat strange, and he unconsciously recalled the monocle-wearing men who had been toying with him while teaching him about mysticism over the past two days.

He always felt that this method seemed very similar to that of the Ammonites.

"Oh well, let's get out of here first. Let's go up above the gray fog and ask Jessica's spirit what's going on. It looks like there are still quite a few people imprisoned here."

"Dear Madam, would you like to see your name on this share auction agreement, or...?"

The bank manager, drenched in sweat, stared at Sharon, who remained expressionless, while his gaze also secretly drifted toward the boy, who was about 1.5 meters tall and supposedly already an adult.

Of the two, the latter is undoubtedly the one who can make the decision.

"Heh, actually, ever since this steel company was mortgaged to the bank, our major shareholder has not wanted to sell it. They even rejected the acquisition by the Royal Shipyard and the Constance Coal and Steel Consortium. You know, these are all really rich people, and the prices they offered were absolutely lucrative."

This bank manager, dressed in a suit, with a protruding belly and a receding hairline like most men in Ruen, tirelessly recounted just how much of a bargain Ron had gotten.

"Hmm~ So why are you selling it now?"

The blond-haired boy took a sip of his Marquis black tea and chatted idly.

"Then you've come to the right person!"

"Actually, I don't know either. All I know is that this shareholder went to see a nobleman, and I don't know if it was because of funds or some other reason, but after returning, he agreed to sell the steel company."

"Hehehe, what a coincidence! You're the first one here, and the price you offered is just right!"

With a stooped back, the bank manager, who had been providing excellent service, accepted the signed documents and agreements from Sharon with both hands, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Having completed this massive £30000 deal, his performance was enough to allow him to live comfortably for two years without having to work.

After organizing the documents, putting them into the warehouse, confirming the money, and finally taking the documents to another institution to change the signature, the bank manager finally returned two hours later, panting, and handed Ron the legally binding property certificate.

"From now on, it's yours!"

The blond-haired boy nodded, casually handed the document to the vengeful spirit beside him, and then got up and went straight back to his private carriage.

"Would you like to come with me to take a look?"

Raising his little head, Ron looked at Sharon with his golden eyes, seemingly pondering how to squeeze the most out of this easy-to-care-for vengeful spirit.

Stared intently at by the cute boy's golden eyes, Sharon seemed to recall the joke Ron had made when she first started working there. A slight downward slant appeared on her lips as she pretended not to hear anything and gazed out the car window at the scenery, like a puppet.

"Hmph~"

With a haughty hum, Ron strode over to the vengeful spirit's ear and whispered in a childish and cloyingly sweet voice:

"Little Sharon, based on my observations, there might be a blood moon tonight!"

"Wait until you can't move, then I'll show you what I'm made of!"

As soon as the vengeful blond boy finished speaking, a blush suddenly appeared on Miss Wraith's face. This blush was contained within her skin and was very light in color. If Ron hadn't been staring at Sharon's pale face the whole time, he probably wouldn't have noticed it.

The private carriage moved swiftly, and before long, Ron Sothos saw the gates of the steel company he had just bought.

From a distance, one could see a crowd gathered in front of the half-bankrupt company, completely blocking the only passageway in the area.

They wore linen shirts or dark linen aprons, their shirts and patched trousers stained with black coal dust—the most common attire for workers in the East End and the factory district.

At that moment, they were excitedly shouting something around a young man who looked to be around 20 years old.

"You can't just renege on your debts like this! You haven't paid me this week's wages yet. If you don't pay, I'll sue you all. I'll hire a top lawyer and have you sentenced to death!"

"My child is waiting for lunch, please have some compassion and don't just renege on your promise."

"You son of a bitch, Raymond, your father committed suicide a few days ago, but don't think you can use that to evade all of our wages!"

"That's right, I swear, no matter where you run, I'll find you and break your legs!"

Amid the commotion, the 20-year-old who was blocked showed a panicked expression. He took two steps back, trying to maintain a safe distance, but as soon as he retreated nervously, the workers outside seemed to receive some kind of signal and rushed forward to surround him, blocking all his escape routes.

Clearly, the young man's guilty conscience exposed his weakness, which boosted the morale of the shouting workers who were demanding payment.

If he refuses to return the money and insists on not paying it back, he might be able to intimidate some steelworkers who don't want trouble and find a chance to escape.

(End of this chapter)