Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 395 Where did I go wrong?

"I don't accept it! Why should you believe the two of them but not me?"

For every lie that occurs, one Amon will be hurt.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, "The wicked accuse first." Why can't you use your wisdom to analyze the situation properly?

Shi Tian adjusted his monocle and instantly understood the sequence of events using his "deciphering scholar" abilities.

He could tell that this little brat was deliberately picking a fight!

"Amon, nobody believes you. Klein was just hinting; it's very possible you've already fooled me."

"And Medici also testified that you are very likely to do such a thing."

At this moment, the living room on the first floor was brightly lit, and everyone in the villa was pointing and whispering about Amon. Some were gloating, some were kicking him while he was down, and others kept their eyes wandering, not daring to meet his gaze.

At this moment, the bewildered Angel of Time finally felt the malice from the world and seemed to understand what it felt like to be deceived and manipulated.

Suddenly, His conscience ached, and a sense of guilt welled up within Him.

Wait a minute, something's not right. If I didn't do it, why would I feel guilty?

As his monocle slipped off, Amon was taken aback when he saw Ron's slightly upturned lips and the cheerful smile that often appeared on his face.

Only when a knife is inserted into the body and you feel the pain can you truly understand the taste of pain.

As a mythical being born, Amon, though he plays among humans and is well-versed in human nature, is incapable of empathy.

The reason for this is that the starting point was too high, and the ancient sun god neglected to discipline them, or rather, did not discipline them severely, which led to the emergence of such a despicable creature.

Actually, after throwing that punch, Ron's anger had already dissipated by more than half, but he really didn't expect that Klein, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, would shift the blame onto Amon.

Ignoring his own disdain for the fortune tellers, Ron rushed downstairs and began spouting nonsense with a straight face, hoping to let the Time Angel experience the wickedness of society.

Pushing up his monocle again, Time Angel forced a smile onto his face. He shook his blue, slightly greasy work clothes and straightened his crystal monocle.

Then He picked up a bottle of red wine and poured Ron a full glass.

As he fell, an apologetic smile appeared on his face.

"sorry"

"Where did I go wrong!?"

Suddenly, the Time Angel swung a bottle and struck Klein on the head.

Ron's provocation was something Amon knew he couldn't avoid; his only options were to accept his fate, admit to the fabricated charges, and take the beating.

So if I die, you, the culprit, won't live either!

This is top-notch fraud, a fraud that no one could have imagined!

The wine bottle shattered, and blood and red wine were spilled all over the floor. The bewildered "Fool" was completely stunned, his head spinning, and he hadn't even realized that he had been slapped on the head.

Ron was stunned that Amon had actually learned the ways of the dead. He never expected that the three paths from the Dead Ghost would be more despicable and ruthless than the last.

"Klein, are you alright!?"

He exclaimed in surprise and immediately grabbed Klein by the collar and began shaking him from side to side. The great detective, who had been able to speak before, was now foaming at the mouth and unable to speak clearly.

After shaking for a full ten minutes, Ron sighed helplessly as he watched the great detective completely pass out. He snapped his fingers, reverting everything around him to a state where it had not been damaged.

"I've trapped that witch in your room. If you two have any information you want to ask, go ask her now!"

With a slight movement in his golden eyes, Ron looked at the red angel floating in mid-air to the side and casually tossed the now-awakened "Fool" over to him.

As for you

Looking at Amon, who was standing to the side, defiant and ready to be beaten, the blond boy snorted disdainfully and ignored him. Instead, he turned his gaze to Mercury Serpent, who was grinning coolly.

"It's all your fault. It's all your fault. You must have been incredibly unlucky to cause all this to happen."

The blond boy grew angrier the more he thought about it. He took two steps forward, snatched the dessert that Will Onsett had bought with his own money, and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites.

No, why do you always try to deny anything as soon as it's even remotely related?

The mercury serpent was speechless for a moment, but fate told it that it was best not to talk back.

"Uh, you're not actually looking for the witch to change your approach, are you?"

At the top of the stairs, Klein, who felt he was already quite familiar with the Red Angel, cleared his throat and asked the question he was most curious about.

As he asked the question, he reached out and touched the top of his head, trying to feel the wound that had been bleeding profusely just a minute ago.

Ron's ability is amazing. This doesn't seem to be a cure, otherwise my mind wouldn't be so clear and there wouldn't be any bloodstains left.

"Ha, it's a real shame you're not a hunter. Are all fortune tellers as courageous as you?"

"Not only did he dare to scheme against Amon, but he even dared to ask me such a question! Even Zarathustra back then wouldn't have dared to be so presumptuous in front of me!"

The Angel of War admired Klein's bravery, but also had some doubts about his intelligence.

Are you so brave that you don't even consider the consequences?

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then began to reflect on whether he had become too arrogant lately.

Yeah, there are some, but there's nothing I can do about it. You all acted like angels from mythology, you have no class at all, so how can you blame me?

As he pondered, Medici's clear eyes caught the great detective's gaze, and he instantly saw through Klein's thoughts, his expression turning as uncomfortable as someone suffering from constipation.

No matter how noble his status was, he could only be a cook in this villa, and Amon was even worse off, ending up as a worker on a bicycle assembly line.

According to his position, he was even below this detective.

"Oh dear, what a tragedy."

With a helpless sigh, the Angel of War uttered from the bottom of his heart the new term invented by Emperor Roselle.

Seemingly sensing Medici's low spirits, Klein felt a little embarrassed and hesitantly offered words of comfort:

"Don't overthink it. Ron is still a good person; at least he's nice to the people around him."

Recalling the team members in Tingen, and the old captain and Ms. Daly who were brought together intentionally or unintentionally, Klein felt more and more that Ron was behind all of this.

Yes, and Old Neil too, he was the one who reported him.

"Heh, you're right, but His usual personality isn't exactly easy for people to accept."

Take me for example. My edges have been smoothed out. If it were before, I would have led my legion to raze this villa to the ground long ago.

With another sigh in his heart, the Red Angel led Klein to the room where the witch was imprisoned.

(End of this chapter)