Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 367 Do you even have hair?!? (3K)

"certainly!"

"Klein, don't be envious. People are different. He can be the father of a Sequence One because he has a wife."

"Do you even have a wife? You don't even have a hair!"

After putting the origami cranes into his pocket and preparing for the evening's entertainment, the blond boy began his usual sarcastic remarks.

Upon hearing this, Klein's smile froze, then he also curled his lips into a sarcastic remark:

"You talk as if you have anything to offer. At least I have some advantages, while you haven't even grown your first hair yet."

Although the great detective's sarcasm was like a gentle spring breeze, it was persistent and relentless, echoing silently in Ron's mind, causing the boy to break down his defenses.

To be honest, 1.51 meters is not short. Compared to some ladies, he is only a head shorter. The rest of the height is not a perfect match, but it is still a passable match.

Ron is not bad in terms of his qualities. If he really let go and find a wife, then all the noble ladies in Backlund would probably have to line up, and there might even be a few bold men among them.

After all, who wouldn't like such a cute, rich, perfect, and legally young boy?

"Hmph, Klein, your skills have improved in just a few days. Enough nonsense, what are you doing here? Speak your mind!"

With a disdainful snort, Ron didn't bother with other matters but instead asked Klein about his purpose in coming.

The great detective didn't waste any words. His expression turned serious, and he clasped his hands together, covering his mouth and nose.

"There are many things, but the most important one is that there's been some progress regarding the 'Witch Cult'!"

"I have good news. My undercover work was quite successful. I got promoted and am now in the lower to middle ranks of the Witch Cult, in charge of six or seven groups. I also managed to gather some important intelligence."

As Klein recalled the information he had obtained from Mrs. Jessica, he summarized the information that was composed of a jumble of disparate pieces of data.

"First, the Witch Cult is cooperating with the royal family. What I can confirm now is that the deal is not yet complete, and the royal family of Rune has not yet received their payment."

"Secondly, their transactions are related to human trafficking. After I became a member of the lower class, I saw people secretly transporting goods out of the city. I tried divination, but I could only divine the location of a jungle."

After saying that, Klein seemed to realize there was a loophole, so he pretended to lean close to Ron's ear and whispered:

"The divination is done with the help of Mr. Fool!"

After patching the hole, he straightened his back and delivered the last crucial piece of information.

"Third, the Witch Cult members have a 'work report' every month, uh, something like that. Only the middle and upper levels of the Witch Cult participate. It's very secretive, and in order not to expose each other's identities, they have to wear masks."

"I was recently promoted to this position due to a manpower shortage. I have to report there on the 1st of next month, which is next Thursday. I heard that a high-ranking member of the Witch Cult will be there, and his title seems to be 'White Saintess' Katarina!"

No sooner had Klein finished speaking than the blond boy lunged forward and grabbed his arm.

"take me!"

Ron was so excited that his voice trembled.

Given the Witch Cult's nature, this is hardly a work report; it's clearly an internal Witch Cult sex party!

All sorts of witches twisted and turned before his eyes, comforting each other. Just thinking about it made Ron's heart race.

If you're not a brother if you're partying with friends, are you even human?

Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, helplessly spread his hands, and righteously refused:

"This is an internal meeting; not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can attend!"

What do you mean by "cats and dogs"? Who are you implying?

Ron stared intently at the brown eyes for a good ten seconds before calming down and muttering:

"Fine, you'll regret it if you don't take me!"

What's so interesting about a bunch of low-sequence male-to-female transformations? They're not even as good as the scum witch I've already converted into a woman.

At least they are strong enough, have a respectable position, are loyal, and are very sycophantic.

"Then let Medici and you go. Taking down that Katarina will be a piece of cake. Once you catch her, you can end your undercover mission!"

After a moment's thought, the handsome young man concluded that, for the sake of this guy's safety, he planned to unilaterally end Klein's undercover career.

This guy really gave us a surprise, he actually got hold of the whereabouts of a high-sequence witch, and the information she had was more than enough. Even if Klein went undercover for a lifetime, he wouldn't have been able to reach this level.

Therefore, continuing to infiltrate and gather intelligence is not cost-effective.

"No, Ron, I think I should continue."

However, the great detective's answer surprised even Ron.

What's wrong? Are you starting to go crazy? You like being a woman now?!

Why?

"Ron, besides the information I just mentioned, the Witch Cult has many places in Backlund where people are imprisoned, and they even have an entire transport line at sea."

"Although this matter is inextricably linked to the royal family, they are, after all, part of the implementers, and I cannot turn a blind eye to this."

Seemingly recalling the girl who died before his eyes, leaving not even a trace of her spirit, Klein's lips curled up in a somewhat comical way.

"You're such a pushover, that's dangerous. You could have just reported it, why did you do it yourself?"

Ron glanced at Klein with some surprise, as if he were seeing this somewhat timid and cowardly guy for the first time.

"Of course I know I can report it, but you need some specific information, otherwise you can't report it at all."

"And, if it's dangerous..."

"But we still have you, the great Lord Ron Sothos!"

At this point, the great detective's face lit up with a fawning smile. He immediately stood up, went behind Ron, and eagerly massaged his shoulders.

Seeing the poor man's actions, Ron was speechless for a moment, and instantly understood what Klein was up to.

Coming to report intelligence was a pretense; the real purpose was to drag him into the mess.

"Hmph, disrespecting those in high positions will get you made a living sacrifice!"

With a disdainful snort, Ron neither agreed nor disagreed, but instead adopted an impatient posture.

"Is there anything else?"

Hearing this and seeing the blond boy's attitude, Klein felt much more at ease, because since the kid hadn't said no, he probably tacitly agreed.

It basically means that you can help him out in a crisis.

"That's all, I'm going to study occult knowledge now."

"By the way, Ron, do you know any vampires in Backlund?"

Hmm. Vampires are also a good consumer group. Perhaps the profits obtained from the Rogue Party can be sold through him, but that stingy vampire will definitely take his cut.

With a sigh of relief, Klein immediately stopped massaging his shoulders and was about to turn around and go upstairs when he suddenly remembered the vampire he had rescued because of a commission.

"I've seen two, but I don't recognize either of them."

Ron Sothos nodded thoughtfully, his thoughts drifting to another matter.

That is, even the progenitor of the vampires has been bullied to such an extent, why doesn't he ask me for help?

Weird!

Since you know that my great and boundless wisdom loves you, why don't you ask for help?

Do you expect me to come and lick your boots?

Ron leaned back limply, watching Klein and Amon go upstairs arm in arm. He picked up the bottle and took a sip when the silver cross pendant in his pocket suddenly vibrated.

"puff!"

Annoyed, Ron pulled out his cross pendant, focused his mind, and carefully sensed it. He suddenly realized that it was that old man Hermes sending him a message.

Damn! I thought it was that bearded guy coming to collect a debt. It gave me quite a fright.

I've missed you since we last met.

Upon seeing the message, the blond-haired boy was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale.

Hehehe, got a fright, huh?

Don't underestimate a viewer's observational skills!

Are you crazy?!

These two messages almost made Ron's nose crooked with anger. The blond boy didn't hold back either and sent a message directly to question him.

[Old man, get to the point!]

A few seconds later, the silver cross pendant vibrated again.

Don't get so angry. What I said just now was an implication from the leader.

[Timeline: The organization has assigned you a task. Don't take the benefits and then not do the work!]

As expected of the "Ancient Sun God," he really knows how to seize every opportunity... Shameless...

With a slight twitch of his lips, Ron Sothos ignored the old man's nonsense and replied directly.

My house is very big; come to my house to discuss this.

[Backlund, West End, 67 Williams Street.]

After the reply was completed, the silver cross pendant fell silent.

The old man is pretty fast...

Ron tidied his hair in front of the full-length mirror, buttoned his shirt, put on his shoes and socks, and then sat on the sofa waiting for Hermes to arrive.

A minute later, in the sight of the Great Being, an elderly man wearing a hooded robe and walking furtively scaled the wall and entered the courtyard with a skill beyond His years. Finally, under the watchful eyes of a group of Ammons, he opened the door and entered the villa.

"Can't you just use the front door?"

Suddenly, Hermes, who was hiding in the psychology field, was startled. He looked in the direction of the sound and found a pair of golden eyes staring at him mockingly.

My circumvention was detected.

In that instant, Hermes' face twitched violently. Without hesitation, he pretended not to notice anything and silently repeated to himself:

You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me

With a straight face, the high-level employee quickly sat down on the sofa, deactivated his psychological invisibility, and said with a smile:

"Heh, I think it's best to be cautious."

This is Backlund, and we're a secret organization. Can't you have some self-awareness? Living in such a big house.

He sighed helplessly. Although he was a senior employee of the Twilight Hermit Society and could even be called the second-in-command, he had no way to deal with this new member.

The reason is simple: they simply can't beat them.

If conditions allowed, He would have transformed into a little dragon and given this brat a couple of punches.

(End of this chapter)