Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 381 Pales: You know nothing! (3.5K)

Kingdom of Loen, East Chestershire, City of Sturn.

It was late at night, and the crimson moonlight shone down from the sky, draping the sleeping people in a thin red veil.

Normally, this should be people's rest time, but in this era, it is very common for migrant workers to work overtime and stay up all night.

For example, the most inhumane Red Gloves squad of the Church of the Night, even late at night, the members still sit on small stools and hold meetings with great enthusiasm.

After about ten minutes, the meeting finally ended, and Leonard Mitchell pressed the doorknob and returned to the lounge, which was more significant on the surface than in practice.

"Old man, this is the fourth time. Although the scene was disguised to resemble the characteristics of the Aurora Society's madmen, and even the victims' bodies were not left behind, according to the church, it was indeed done by the devil."

"What's going on lately? We haven't seen a single demon in years, but now it's like, uh, like..."

The poet with black hair and blue eyes suddenly stopped speaking, as if he couldn't find a good adjective and didn't know how to continue.

"They've sprung up like mushrooms after rain, so stupid! Can't you even copy properly? You've read Russell's poems so many times, you've even memorized them!"

"Your memory is getting worse and worse. I remember your goddess wasn't like this."

Before Leonard could hide his embarrassment, an aged voice came from beside him, and as he expected, it was a sarcastic tone full of hurtful remarks.

"Hey old man, aren't you only interested in Russell's private life and the gossip from Trier?"

The poet classmate twitched the corner of his mouth and retorted rather stubbornly.

"You know nothing! I was just assessing Trier's current situation based on surface phenomena, and it's very likely related to demons!"

"If you don't understand, don't ask. I have my reasons for doing things. Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

Pallas Soroyas retorted angrily, clearly quite infuriated by Leonard.

"Come on, old man, what can you possibly see? According to the church's analysis, there's definitely a passage leading to the abyss near Backlund. What does that have to do with Trier?"

"And don't just stand there watching. Aren't you supposed to be very powerful? Aren't you a high-sequence demon? Can't you at least try to deceive the demon's malicious perception?"

Back in his room, Leonard stopped trying to hide his feelings. He tilted his head and tried to persuade the old man inside him to play his proper role in a normal speaking voice.

"Heh, I'm just an old and weak fellow, how could I have that ability? Besides, I have an enemy that I can't expose, otherwise they'll come knocking on my door."

The archangel of Sequence One curled his lip, indicating that he did not want to help and told Leonard to fend for himself.

Upon hearing this clearly dismissive remark, Leonard Mitchell, who had just sat down, jumped to his feet and demanded in a low voice:

"You old fool, how dare you say that? Why didn't you say that when you stole my wages to go to fancy restaurants?"

"And he even tipped the waiters generously, acting all high and mighty like a successful person. If I didn't have some savings of my own, we wouldn't even be able to afford rent!"

Leonard Mitchell was furious at the thought of what the old man had done.

Is this some kind of scam? You say you're hiding something? Where were you when you were taking my money and going out to have fun?!

"Hey, don't be so stingy. Young people are in the prime of their lives to endure hardship. I'm an old man, what's wrong with spending a little of your money? Besides, it's a clone that's going, not the real body. Anyway, you don't need to sleep or a house!"

"Alright, I'll help you this time, then we're even!"

Palez Zoroastrian did not slack off on the task assigned by Ron, figuring that finishing it early would allow him to retire sooner.

Hiding your tracks is difficult, but revealing them is easy, isn't it?

As for whether this would arouse suspicion, Pales was not worried at all.

Come or not, it's up to you. If you don't come, I'll continue to live a carefree life. If you do come, I'll retire with honor. Since becoming an angel, this old man has never been so carefree.

Having a powerful backer is a wonderful thing!

However, some people are happy while others are sad. A great nobleman of the Fourth Age can live a life of luxury unlike some poor wretch who can be easily satisfied with a few pounds.

so.

"Can't you be a little more frugal with your money?"

Leonard sat dejectedly in his chair, deeply understanding Klein's feelings and realizing that money was still more important.

Especially if you have an old geezer around who will secretly take things if you don't give them to him.

"Old man, I've always had a question. Since you can deceive the malevolent senses of demons, which are so troublesome, can you deceive other things as well?"

"Take a god who claims to be omniscient, for example. If He is deceived or misled, doesn't that mean He doesn't actually possess omniscience?"

You little punk, you really dare to dream. You think you can drag me down with you just because I spent a little money?

"Ha, no true God possesses omniscience, so can't you think of something beneficial to your life?"

After hesitating for half a second, Palez Zoroaster still gave a warning, lest this guy be too unlucky one day and die in his sleep without realizing it.

"The old man didn't have it before, but he doesn't anymore?"

"That omniscient being from the Southern Continent. Do you think he can know about you and me?"

Out of caution, the poet did not reveal the full name of the poet, but only a part of it.

Omniscience and omnivision were simply too far-fetched for him to comprehend; he couldn't even imagine them and didn't have enough reference points.

Seeing his host's foolish expression, Pales rolled his eyes helplessly.

"I've said it before, no true God can possess true omniscience!"

He first emphasized one point, and then, as if performing for someone, solemnly said:

"Secondly, He definitely knows us, and might even be watching you right now!"

"Finally, deception isn't out of the question. There's a way to fool such beings: make them willingly fall for the deception!"

The difference in their status is too great; they're not even on the same level. Tell me how to deceive them. Even if there's a unique quality, it's just a matter of effort to see through it, unless you don't actively provoke them and leave no meaningful clues.

Palez Zoroaster's thoughts flashed through his mind, but he did not provide Leonard with any "common sense" on this matter.

What's the point of a Sequence Seven knowing so much?

"Old man, do you mean that being has surpassed true gods? The last time someone described something like that was the creator who split into seven gods, right?"

Upon hearing the old man's answer, and recalling the "God War" he had witnessed during his mission in the Southern Continent, Leonard Mitchell's eyes widened instantly, understanding the unspoken implication.

"Stop talking nonsense and get on with your business. Don't bother me!"

With a disdainful sneer, Palez Zoroaster rolled over and went deep-sea diving once again.

He was already in good enough shape today, and if they continued talking, he was afraid he would be driven crazy by this ignorant and incompetent guy.

Bang bang bang!

"Hello, would you like room service?"

Just after the old man and the little man finished their usual bickering, Leonard's guest room door was suddenly knocked on, and a rough voice came from inside.

The moment that bold voice entered his ears, Leonard Mitchell imagined a burly man with a full beard.

This is room service?! Isn't that the kind of service you usually get at night? What do you mean by this?!

The moment he imagined it, Leonard's handsome face darkened, and he wished he could take out his revolver and shoot the guy outside through the door.

Bang bang bang!

"Hello, would you like to use our night service?"

The door was knocked on again. This time, the poet didn't hesitate. He pulled out his revolver, strode forward, and flung open the door, intending to throw this pervert who had been harassing him in the middle of the night into the police station to cool off for a few days.

But the moment he opened the door, he saw not the burly man he had imagined, but a gentleman wearing a black classical robe, a matching pointed soft hat, black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face.

At this moment, He was pushing up the monocle made of crystal that was steadily worn above his right eye.

Without a sound, a church filled with corpses and exuding an aura of sanctity surrounded the area, completely severing its connection with the outside world.

"Pares, there's one more thing. To deal with beings beyond the sequence, you need the same kind of helper!"

"How was it? Surprised?"

Having a dad is great!

(End of this chapter)