Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 366: Browsing History is Evidence (3K)

"Is He still out of ideas?"

After wandering around the kitchen like a hamster, Ron, munching on a small cake, came to the living room sofa and circled around Amon, who was hanging upside down, again and again.

The mocking gaze made Shi Tianshi's face twitch, wishing she could break free from the control of the wishing lamp and give this despicable guy a good punch.

"No, but I can tell that He is deceiving me."

The red angel spirit floated in mid-air, its long red hair simply coiled behind its ears, and its charming yet heroic face revealed an extremely confident expression.

That's how Amon is; he's a stubborn bastard who never tells the truth.

You know nothing!

Suspended in mid-air, Shi Tian, ​​who was deceiving and whipping the rules, was so angry that he was about to explode.

He, Amon, was honest for once, but no one understood him at all.

Looking at Ron's smug expression, Time Angel suddenly understood a principle.

Stealing, playing pranks, and taking away someone's fate are too low-level evils. The most sophisticated form of fraud is to frame someone flawlessly, causing them to be abandoned by everyone, and then taking their place as a stranger.

Most importantly, while the victims are devastated, they also see the real perpetrators at large, living freely.

Upside down, he pushed up his monocle, and Shi Tianshi's slightly distorted face returned to calm, a strange sense of knowledge flashing in his dark eyes.

Compared to Ron's actions, Amon was still too inexperienced. His evil deeds were not outstanding, and his despicable acts were not outrageous. At most, he could only be used as a scapegoat.

"I can help you look into His past and see if He really stole the money."

Seeing that Amon had not yet been tortured into confessing, the handsome young man, who had been acting like a big shot, swayed his golden ponytail and gave a rather sincere suggestion.

However, before the Red Angel could say whether to refuse or agree, Ron stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Hiss... I remember the first time I saw this clone was in the Southern Continent. I even shrunk it down and flicked its penis..."

Upon hearing this, the huge living room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and Amon's face, which had just calmed down, gradually turned green.

"I remember not only I played it, but Palle..."

"I admit, I stole the money!"

Before the boy could finish speaking, Amon immediately and "willingly" confessed to his crime without the slightest hesitation.

Compared to being exposed for being flicked on the penis by Palez Zoroaster, being wrongly accused is just that...

He is an angel, and although he is shameless, he still has some concern for his image...

"Hey, little crow, how are you going to make it up to me?"

"Perhaps you could steal a little from the donation boxes of the three major churches. What, surely the great Angel of Time wouldn't dare?"

"Ha, shut up, Medici!"

Sunday morning.

A hand holding a quill pen is writing an important letter with a "swish, swish, swish" sound.

[My dear Klein, I have some good news for you. The factory is now finalized, along with a complete set of industrial equipment. The inventor of the bicycle can now go and set up the production line. To be honest, I'm not that interested in this.]

Based on the shareholding agreement we drafted that day, you now own 38% of the bicycle project. At the current price, that's a whopping £2000—enough wealth for a poor wretch like you to stay home for a lifetime.

But don't get too excited yet.

The "Crawling Hunger" ability is a loan to you; even disregarding its intrinsic value, its inherent characteristics alone are worth at least ten or twenty thousand pounds.

After finishing writing the letter urging Mr. Fool to work and earn money to pay off his debts, Ron breathed a long sigh of relief.

Even between brothers, accounts should be kept clear. Recently, he discovered that this detective had become quite lax, not doing his job properly and always thinking about crooked ways to make quick money.

How utterly decadent!

The blond boy stuffed the letter, which was enough to drain Klein dry, into the envelope, handed it to the messenger, leaned back, and began to swing his short legs in mid-air before finally slumping softly into the chair.

With bicycle production settled for now, the next issue is sales. As the largest shareholder, we can't expect the heavily indebted detective to handle this.

Ron also has his own plans for this, which is nothing more than buying and acquiring various channel companies.

Or make a good GG (Girlfriend) or a good slogan, such as "Goddess of the Night," "Lord of the Storm," or "God of Steam and Machinery," and everyone who rides it will say it's good.

In Loen, if such a slogan hadn't attracted the attention of the three major churches, bicycles would have sold like hotcakes, and the audience would certainly have included not only the wealthy working class but also some nobles.

Of course, the above was just a joke. The most important thing next is to acquire various companies and industries to achieve capital repatriation, use Rune's money to buy Rune's resources, and finally transport them all to the Southern Continent.

Whether it's shipbuilding or military industry, we should buy if we can, and if we can't, we should force ourselves to buy.

From a macro perspective, these funds are all circulating within the Kingdom of Rune, but the resources converted from their profits are constantly flowing outwards, which is no different from getting something for free.

As the snowball grows larger and involves more and more industries, the Ruen royal family will only have two options.

First, assassinate Ron Sothos and end this sinister business empire!

Second, accept the faith of the "God of Time and Space," and if you can't defeat him, join him and become one of our own.

As for whether doing business would result in losses... Ron didn't even bother to think about it.

Trensost is a kind man; the Ghost Empire's wealth, comparable to that of a nation, is no joke.

"We still don't have enough talented people under our command. Klein, that penniless wretch, has his own problems. Medici only knows how to wage war. Amon is lucky if he doesn't cause trouble. Sharon is too thin-skinned and doesn't know how to use dirty tricks at all..."

Unbuttoning his white shirt to reveal his fair and smooth skin, the blond-haired boy thought and thought, and the only one he could use was that scumbag witch Kan, who was on a secret mission.

"Tsk, they're about to make their move, aren't they? I've missed you terribly, Arya..."

He pinched his increasingly chubby belly, and the handsome young man, barefoot and without shoes or socks, left the bedroom and picked up today's Honest Man's Daily from the coffee table in the magnificent living room.

Ron glanced around and pouted as he saw today's headline.

[The Black Emperor, the Robin Hood! It's reported that last night, a man clad in heavy black armor and wearing a twisted crown single-handedly destroyed the Rogue gang's stronghold in the East District, ransacking all the safes and rescuing nearly a hundred innocent kidnapped girls!]

【…】

"Tsk, this isn't something the Black Emperor should be doing!"

After reading the feature article, Ron sighed inexplicably, his golden eyes scanning downwards again.

[A member of the Kingdom's Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee has been murdered. According to police reports, Ms. Nancy Swail was found dead in her home last night. Just last night, all committee members received threatening letters, along with a bloodstained, limbless rag doll. Police tests confirmed that the blood was that of the unfortunate woman!]

This is a trampling of the kingdom's laws, a provocation against public safety!

Lord Hilbert Hall, Chief Secretary of the Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Committee, is determined to find the culprit and, undeterred by danger, delivers an important speech to the coal merchants who are obstructing the pollution investigation...

Not bad at all. They're not completely brainless. By doing this, all the attention from the official extraordinary individuals will be focused on these people, making it much easier to kidnap that duke...

With just a glance, Ron discovered the underlying meaning of this news article.

The Constance Coal and Steel Consortium condemned Honesty Steel, arguing that its arbitrary wage increases were an attempt to disrupt market balance, and that excessive costs could lead to… (The sentence is incomplete and requires further context.)

It is said that a serial killer was brutally murdered by a mysterious figure, and the chivalrous thief Black Emperor has suddenly appeared. Could he be connected to this incident? Could he be the mysterious figure who killed the serial killer...?

I spent a few minutes reading today's newspaper, then folded it up so that others could read it easily.

Just as Ron was unkempt, unbuttoning all his shirt and picking up a bottle of liquor, ready to laze around all day, the doorbell of the villa rang.

His ears twitched as he overheard the conversation coming from the doorway.

"Why are you here again?"

"Disciple" Amon looked at the great detective in front of him with a slightly disgusted expression.

"Your lesson isn't finished yet, shouldn't you come and learn?"

"Is Ron there?"

Klein responded with a smile and subtly expressed his intentions.

After taking off his heavy wool coat to ward off the biting chill of the morning, and feeling the spacious living room that was already quite warm, the great detective couldn't help but marvel at the luxury of the wealthy.

Klein felt a pang of heartache just thinking about the daily cost of keeping the three-story villa warm with a fireplace on.

He raised his head, and without needing to look around, following Ron's habit, his gaze went straight to the soft sofa, where he saw the blond boy holding a wine bottle and lounging around.

"Why are you here again?"

As expected, Klein stepped forward and heard the standard greeting from the Ron family, just like always.

"Good morning, Ron. What, you're so amazing, don't you know why I'm here?"

What are you pretending for, you little brat? I'll get you on my back someday.

Unrealistic fantasies flashed through the great detective's mind, while he greeted the boy with feigned politeness. Without waiting for the blond-haired boy's response, he took out his wallet and pulled out a paper origami crane.

"This is what Allen asked me to give you. He listened to your advice and found that he wasn't so unlucky anymore, but he still wants you to use witchcraft to help him avoid disaster."

"Then he needs to find the Goddess of the Night!"

Setting down the bottle, Ron abruptly stood up, took the exquisitely crafted origami crane, examined it carefully, and made "tsk tsk tsk" sounds of admiration.

"Ron, is this really related to the Mercury Serpent?"

(End of this chapter)