Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 399 People who love to sneer will have very bad luck (3.3K)

Ron's eyelids twitched at the sight of the tranquil mercury serpent. He always had the feeling that he was wasting money on supporting such a useless person.

Simply put, the more you look at it, the angrier you get, and the more you think about it, the more you feel cheated.

This isn't someone who's here to be a servant; this is someone who's here to be a master!

It has to be said that the servants in Ron's household are all incredibly eccentric. Even the vengeful spirits who initially joined, trembling with fear, now lack the necessary respect for their master.

I need to find something for Him to do, otherwise why should I support Him?

Ron's golden eyes flickered slightly as he glanced at the newspaper slammed on the coffee table, along with several news reports that were clearly slanderous and fabricated.

Inside the luxurious mansion of Baron Syndras in Queens.

"Baron, I have made arrangements. Your friends trust your character, and this matter will not affect your reputation."

"However, there were also those reporters, those two socialites, and their children."

The butler, with his gray hair and stern, serious expression, bowed slightly, a cold glint flashing in his blue eyes.

"No, it's not necessary. This is Backlund, a society governed by the rule of law."

Baron Sindras, his black hair streaked with silver, was neatly combed back, revealing a broad forehead and a slightly high hairline. He shook his head, his face showing no sign of displeasure.

His face was round, but lacked enough flesh to support it; his cheekbones were quite high, and wrinkles were clearly visible everywhere.

Unlike most people of similar age in Loen, this baron had no beard, his cheeks were clean-shaven, and his blue eyes were so light they were almost colorless.

"What's needed here isn't fighting and killing. If we take any action and someone gets hold of something against us, these rumors will actually be proven true."

"We just need to deny it and make sure the police investigate thoroughly!"

"We don't need to lift a finger; those reporters will resign under pressure, and those two socialites will have no one inviting them to balls anymore."

The Baron didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: in Backlund, losing your job and not having anyone to hire you will only lead to gradual bankruptcy, and the best outcome for a socialite who loses her connections is to become a prostitute.

As one of the wealthiest men in the Kingdom of Rune, and one of the most famous bankers and business owners, Baron Syndras greatly enjoys the pleasures that money and power bring.

This ability to subtly change the future of one or several people is what he excels at and enjoys most.

Being high above and having things arranged for him subtly made him feel like a god.

High above Backlund, a god whose "authority" is money, power, and connections!

The butler nodded, not surprised at all. Those reporters and socialites were too low-level and lacked sufficient knowledge; their fate was entirely their own misfortune.

"Baron, what about this young fellow?"

"Duke Negan always seems to have a grudge against him, as if there's a deep-seated hatred between them."

A newspaper was handed over, with a blurry black and white photo on the black and white page, showing a proud-looking blond boy.

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Baron Syndras fell silent for a moment, never expecting to be defeated by this underage boy.

It's amazing that he had a child late in life.

"Baron, he doesn't look like a minor, and according to our surveillance, his factory is even smuggling goods to West Bayron. He could very well be a spy sent by the rebels."

"Should we report this to the three major churches, or leak some information to MI9?"

Taking the newspaper, Baron Sindras examined it carefully, and finally, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips as he said, feigning indifference:

"No need. Pallas Negan will handle that. We just need to use our influence to raise the prices of some raw materials, making Honest Steel unprofitable."

The baron hadn't finished speaking, but his meaning was clear: if income couldn't cover expenses, it meant bankruptcy, and whatever the other party's schemes were, they would all be in vain.

"Go and prepare some gifts and invite the military personnel to come here as guests. More important than that, I care about the stability of the Southern Continent."

"Can't those barbarians just fight each other properly according to the script? They're killing people, but I'm losing millions of pounds!"

Chaos is the only way to create wealth. The primitive accumulation of capital will inevitably be accompanied by piles of bones. Whether it is the dark and gloomy factory workshops of Backlund or the burning, killing and looting in East Byron, there is no essential difference between the two.

Starting wars and provoking armed conflicts is the beginning of primitive accumulation.

The stability of the Southern Continent provided a secure guarantee for local prices and resource production. Some farmers who had made their fortunes through plantations faced their final demise, their property was divided up, and the Southern Continent people, who had been forced to work almost like slaves, gained more autonomy.

But in business, what's good for others can be bad for you. Dongbailang Import and Export Company can no longer buy goods at low or even free prices most of the time, and profits keep evaporating out of thin air. Excessive profits are a thing of the past.

This is practically cutting off his flesh and drinking his blood.

"I want to fund the deployment of a batch of weapons to support some ambitious individuals, so that they can continue to create chaos and destroy those places where there is order again."

"By the way, keep an eye on the Spirit Cult. If necessary, give them some help and let them fight it out with those rebel dogs."

"I'm doing this for the good of those people in the Southern Continent. Look, if we hadn't brought civilization, they would probably still be burning candles in the night, performing bloody primitive sacrifices to some unknown evil god."

Baron Syndras took a sip of the blood-red wine, a cold smile playing on his lips, as he quickly racked his brains for a way to recover the lost profits.

Capital is the most fundamental source of conflict. Whether it's war or colonization, everything revolves around it. This is why, before establishing a nation, it's necessary to deal with the powerful figures in each kingdom.

The Seven Gods yielded because losing a few anchors wouldn't be a big deal; even if they were carried away by the big boss during the apocalypse, they would still be high and mighty gods.

The reason why the armies of various countries have stagnated and maintained stability is that the casualties are too great and not worthwhile.

But those noble lords who relied on burning, killing, and looting were different.

Their intelligence is like that of a baboon; they can't see the situation clearly at all and still dream of having the power of life and death. They really don't know fear unless you put a gun to their heads.

"Yes, Baron, I'll arrange it immediately."

Why take away my last bit of luck? Now all I have left is bad luck.

Will Unsett walked through the alleys of Backlund with his head down.

Because of its laziness, the Mercury Serpent, which was forced by its master to take on tasks, walked slowly.

Wherever He went, it seemed as if dark clouds shrouded the area, making it dark and gloomy within a ten-meter radius. Even rats and insects were frightened and fled in panic, not daring to approach.

This is the result of a 1.4-meter tall person suppressing the opponent with all their might!

Unlike the Sequence Six "Calamity Priest," which brings misfortune to both itself and its enemies, Will Onsetin, as a Sequence One Mercury Serpent, can affect only its enemies without affecting itself.

"Isn't that guy a bit too cunning? He left the bad guys to me, and went off to the stock exchange to wait it out. He'll get what's coming to him sooner or later using that method."

The Mercury Serpent muttered to itself as it walked quickly, soon arriving at the entrance of a rather large, luxurious villa in Queens.

"May I ask who you are?"

Which nobleman's child from Backlund is this?

As soon as Baron Sindras's butler stepped out, he saw a well-dressed man, about 1.4 meters tall, blocking the doorway. Adhering to his professional ethics, he immediately stepped forward and politely inquired.

"I was sent by Ron Sothos! He told me to tell that Baron Syndras you're in big trouble!"

"If you don't want to go bankrupt because of bad luck, you'd better obediently sell all your shares in Dongbailang Import & Export Company to him!"

Will Oncetin, hands on his hips, was yelling and shouting without any semblance of orderliness. Judging by his effort, he was clearly doing justice to the free food and drinks he had been getting these past few days.

Huh? Is this a declaration of war? But why is it a child?!

The butler was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"Little guy, don't cause trouble. Ron sent you to deliver a message, right?"

As Russell the Great said, destiny is in our own hands.

The butler suppressed a smile, muttered something to himself, and then returned to Baron Syndras's room.

"Baron, a young guest has arrived at the door. He's here to deliver a message from Ron."

"Oh, what did he say?"

The baron was puzzled when he saw the butler return, but he immediately became interested when he heard what the butler said.

They wanted to hear what the boy wanted to convey, so they sent someone over to dictate it.

"Haha, he said, he said, he wants you to hand over your shares in Dongbailang Import and Export Company, or else you'll be in big trouble."

"Hahaha"

Upon hearing this, the usually serious butler couldn't help but chuckle involuntarily, finding the whole thing utterly ridiculous.

"Sales, it seems your previous judgment was wrong. The boy in the newspaper looks like he was pushed into the spotlight. There must be someone behind him giving him advice."

"Perhaps the person actually pulling the strings behind the scenes is out on a date, and that kid wants to achieve something, so they sent someone to 'warn' me?"

"Got even worse luck? Does he think he's playing house? Hahaha."

Upon hearing this, even Baron Sindras, who was always mindful of his image, made a chuckling sound, his face turning red with laughter, and his body trembling uncontrollably.

This is absolutely hilarious. After all these years of backstabbing and intrigue in Backlund, this is the first time I've encountered such an abstract opponent.

"Go and fetch a gift. Tell the little guest outside that Emperor Roselle once said that destiny is in one's own hands. Let's see how he can bring me misfortune!"

"Yes, Your Excellency."

The butler immediately bowed, took out a box of valuable candies from the collection room, and strode quickly to Will Onsett.

"Young man, the Baron says that fate is in your own hands, and he wants to see how you can bring misfortune upon him."

Huh? You...

The man, who was 1.4 meters tall, was speechless for a moment. He waved his hand and did not accept the gift box. Instead, he found a clean place and sat down at the entrance.

However, before the butler could try to see the guest off again, a loud bang was heard, and smoke mixed with flames burst out of the huge villa windows.

The earthquake trembled, glass shattered, and even a three-story villa was swaying and about to collapse.

This is a gas pipeline explosion!

"What else can I do when I'm unlucky? I guess I'll just have to accept it."

At that moment, the butler, whose expression had frozen on his face, suddenly heard Will Unsett mutter to himself.

(End of this chapter)