Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 369 Today, let me, "The Fool," stand up for you, Amon! (3K)

It wasn't very sincere, and there were obvious signs of acting, but the fact that she let this guy through my Hermes back door shows she values ​​her a lot.

The "mind reader's" performance naturally did not escape the eyes of the angels of this path. Although Hermes did not delve too deeply into it out of consideration for Ron, the noble lady's insincerity was still clearly revealed.

Hermes glanced furtively at the grinning Ron again, then fell silent.

Because He simply couldn't understand why this guy would want to place this mind reader into the Psychological Alchemy Society.

Needless to say, the potion recipes were kept by the leader and ended up in this guy's hands. As for the properties, that's not a problem either. Even if this noble lady aspires to become a demigod and needs to collect the corresponding materials, it's not a big deal for "Time".

So what is He trying to achieve by doing this?! It can't really be for that little bit of psychology knowledge, can it?

"Audrey, do you think some people become more corrupted as they get older? Is it because they're influenced by their surroundings?"

"If it were me, knowing how filthy my heart was, I would have committed suicide long ago, to avoid causing trouble for others."

Before the high-level employee could even come up with a solution, Ron smirked and started chattering sarcastically from the side.

Bah! You shameless scoundrel! Your heart may be clean, but your mouth is filthy!

Forget it, we're all on the same side. Even if we become demigods, it will only strengthen our foundation. Not to mention, whether we can succeed is still unknown.

Hermes's old, wrinkled face twitched slightly. He felt a little ashamed and decided to give his own people more trust.

"It's nothing serious. I'm just curious why you would recommend someone to me."

"Young lady, joining the Psychological Alchemy Society is very simple. I will speak with the people in the society to avoid any unnecessary guidance or probing beforehand."

"Thank you, sir!"

As soon as the aged voice fell, the noblewoman's emerald eyes lit up with surprise. She lifted her skirt slightly and curtsied, politely expressing her gratitude.

"Don't forget about our business!"

Seeing Ron's visibly improved mood and hearing his cheerful voice of gratitude, the senior employee suddenly understood something. He then gave a worried instruction before disappearing into the sea of ​​collective subconsciousness.

"Audrey, you should thank me instead of that old man."

"Thank you too, Mr. Ron~"

I really appreciate sincere and lighthearted thanks, or rather, praise; it seems to lift Mr. Ron's spirits.

This wasn't the first time Audrey had noticed the blond boy's preferences, but what puzzled her was what was troubling Ron so much that he even needed external help to adjust his state from time to time.

After thinking for a moment without gaining any insights, Audrey suddenly remembered the old man from before and asked curiously:

"Mr. Ron, was that a high-ranking member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

"no!"

The boy's answer was simple and easy to understand, directly denying Audrey's "justice" guess.

no!?

"Then why would the Psychological Alchemy Society make such a decision?" The blonde, blue-eyed woman frowned slightly, suspecting that the mischievous Mr. Ron was joking with her.

"It's simple. The Psychological Alchemy originated from Hermes's legacy, and there's only one possibility that the old man could influence it."

Ron spoke in a flat and detached tone, while secretly glancing with satisfaction at Audrey Hall's utterly undignified and astonished expression.

"Yes, that's right, Audrey, you guessed correctly."

"Just as you think."

The noble lady had already stood up, and even with her mind-reading abilities, she could hardly suppress the shock in her heart.

That's Hermes!

The greatest pioneer in human mysticism!

He created the Hermes in the ancient Hermes language!

Why does he look like an unremarkable old man?

Moreover, Mr. Ron seemed to know Him and they appeared to be quite familiar with each other.

At that moment, Audrey felt an epic sense of myth coming to life.

"Mr. Ron, I'm not an adult yet, don't lie to me!"

Holding the boy's shoulders and shaking him repeatedly, the noble lady had forgotten all the etiquette she had learned since childhood. It wasn't until she saw Ron's unseeing gaze fixed on her that Audrey came to her senses and regained the demeanor befitting a "mind reader."

"I... I'm just a little excited, just a tiny bit."

She gave an awkward laugh, picked up the steaming cup of black tea, and drank it all in one gulp as if she couldn't feel the temperature.

There's really no need to get so worked up. There are plenty of people in this villa who are far more capable than this old man.

With his mood soaring, Ron raised his head slightly and then leaned back on the sofa cushions like someone with severe cerebral palsy.

"Don't worry about Hermes, you're on my side, He won't doubt you."

"What brings you here today?"

Upon hearing this, the noble lady did not speak, but instead stuck out her tongue and took a few breaths of cold air to relieve the burning sensation inside her mouth.

"Mr. Ron, I'm actually here today to talk business with you."

"Heh, interesting. Learning so much ritual magic, are you planning to sacrifice yourself to an evil god? Be careful not to get drained dry~"

Amon pushed up his monocle, his words dripping with sarcasm towards Ron.

You're a damn evil god! Your whole family are evil spirits!

However, Mr. Fool, who took it personally, was dealt a devastating blow and muttered a resentful curse in his heart.

Frankly speaking, the most time-saving and effortless way to unleash the full power of the gray fog is through ritual magic; otherwise, Klein wouldn't have needed to come and learn these techniques.

"Knowing more isn't a bad thing. By the way, Ron said you were captured by him?"

After finishing today's lesson with Amon, Klein looked at Amon as if trying to make conversation, his brown eyes full of gossip.

"Heh, don't listen to that guy's bullshit. I came here voluntarily, but the treatment here isn't very good."

"Look, that little brat framed me the other day and used his strength to beat me up."

After describing what happened on Saturday night, Amon pitifully tore open his robe, revealing the bloody scar on his buttocks that had been stolen from him.

No way.

Upon seeing this, Klein was stunned. He hadn't expected Ron to be so ruthless behind the scenes. Although Amon was a bit of a smart aleck, he was generally a model student with excellent character and academic performance.

How could you hit someone?!

"Did you lie to Him, which is why you got beaten up?"

Clinging to that meager and shameful trust in the blond boy, Klein cautiously confirmed the situation.

"No, I swear on my life, I absolutely did not lie!"

"If you don't believe me, you can have a divination done to see if I've been framed!"

These words came from the bottom of Amon's heart, spoken with utmost confidence, each word deliberate and deliberate.

The golden coin was tossed up and fell, and as Mrs. Jessica's coin tumbled, it was caught steadily by a hand, with its five fingers spread face up, indicating that Amon was telling the truth.

"He just beat you up without you provoking him?"

Klein asked again with some doubt, but in his heart he was already certain that Amon was telling the truth.

That wretched brat is capable of anything except lying about serious matters, and the answer to this kind of thing can be found by confronting Ron face to face, so there's no need for Amon to lie to him.

"That guy is used to bullying us and exploiting us servants. Medici doesn't say it out loud, but he's always cursing us behind our backs."

"And His maid had to endure harassment, and she became so depressed that she refused to speak."

"As for me, I'm even worse off. Because I have so many clones, they not only give me the most work, but they also kill a few clones to relieve their boredom at the drop of a hat. Don't clones have lives too?"

"I heard he recently opened a factory, and the treatment he gives his workers is so bad that even other factory owners in Backlund are disgusted and condemning him!"

Amon delivered this long rant with great passion, and when he got excited, he even took off his monocle to wipe the corner of his eye.

This not only harms lives, but also harasses maids, and after buying the factory, they further exploit the workers in the East District!

Ron, are you even human?!

Upon hearing this, Klein's face instantly darkened. Based on his own past experiences and Medici's complaints about him a while ago, he was certain that Ron was indeed capable of doing this.

"You have to stand up for us! You're the only one who can talk to him now, you have to teach him a lesson!"

Pushing up his monocle, and seeing that the atmosphere had reached such a point, Amon suddenly grabbed Klein's shoulder, his dark eyes filled with sincere longing, as if he wanted to shout "Your Honor!" right there and then.

"Don't worry, I'll go take care of him right now!"

Perhaps it was the memory of the tragic fate of the workers in the East District, or perhaps it was the emotion of Amon’s “sincere feelings”, or perhaps it was the fear that Ron’s indifference to life would lead to something bad, but Klein felt an immense surge of power and immediately turned and rushed out of the room to the living room on the first floor.

He refused to believe it. Even if he risked his life, he couldn't let Ron's condition worsen. He clearly didn't have these problems in Tingen, except for being lazy and demanding.

"Klein, you're really something!"

"Cheer up! Don't embarrass yourself!"

"Give that guy a good lesson!"

Seeing that the great detective rushed out without the slightest hesitation, Amon changed his expression from wiping away tears, and waved with a smile, as if he were seeing his good friend off on his final journey.

"Ha, how easily fooled."

"No, it wasn't a lie; it was just that I used my eloquence to put everything together!"

With a pleased smile on his face, the Time Angel was about to transform into a mythical creature and find a crack in the floor to disappear into when he saw Klein, who had gone to settle accounts, turn back.

"You're coming with me!"

The great detective grabbed the Time Angel's arm, freezing the joyful smile on His face.

"You can go by yourself. Don't pull me. What kind of behavior is this, dragging and pulling me around?"

(End of this chapter)