Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 441 Lord Ron's Intimidating Power

"What happened?"

"Quickly call the ship's doctor! Blood is gushing out three meters high!"

"Unrelated personnel, please move aside! Stop fighting! Stop fighting!!!"

Chaos erupted at the bow of the ship, and the fight between the two men quickly attracted the attention of the captain of the White Agate, the just and righteous Irishman.

The middle-aged retired navy man immediately directed the sailors to separate the two men who were wrestling. At the same time, he checked their condition and breathed a long sigh of relief after finding that they only had minor injuries.

I'm fine with dying anywhere, just not on my ship.

As for the emotional distress suffered by the couple, the White Agate is not responsible.

"Captain, it's him. He was the one who spoke a few words to these two men, and then they started fighting."

At that moment, a water finger pointed at a blond boy wearing sunglasses not far away and whispered to Ireland about what had just happened.

The White Agate was not just an ordinary passenger ship. As a transit station for MI9 to monitor intelligence at sea, its crew and captain would naturally be wary of some extraordinary individuals.

Clearly, Ron's ability to instigate was met with skepticism from the captain and many of the sailors.

"I am the captain of the White Agate, and I cannot allow any dangerous individuals to board my ship!"

"I'm asking you, did you start their fight?"

Ireland stepped forward, exuding an indescribable air of authority, and asked sternly, giving the boy no warning.

"This has nothing to do with me. I just asked a few questions, and they started fighting amongst themselves."

Ron shrugged, his handsome face showing an innocent expression that evoked a pang of heartache in the onlookers. Without pausing, he continued:

"Captain, Russell once said that couples who quarrel at the head of the bed make up at the foot of the bed. I sincerely suggest that you bring over a bed so that they can quarrel from head to foot."

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Does "fighting at the head of the bed and making up at the foot" mean this? You jerk!

That's clearly a fight at the head of the bed; by the time they get to the foot of the bed, the man and woman will say, "Oh well, let's just keep fighting."

Upon hearing this, the usually serious Ireland couldn't hold back any longer. His imposing aura vanished instantly, revealing a lewd smile often seen on men at sea.

However, seeing that the boy in front of him was only fifteen or sixteen years old and had an innocent look on his face, he suppressed the urge to make a lewd joke.

"You'd better behave yourself, I'll be watching you!"

After a long silence, the captain couldn't see anything special about the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He took a deep breath, put Ron on his watch list, and then gave him a serious warning.

The White Agate isn't off-limits to "extraordinary people," after all, few can distinguish the special group hidden among the majority.

As long as you don't cause trouble and you're not evil, the White Agate will naturally treat you as a passenger.

Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!

The blond boy nodded slightly, understanding the captain's underlying meaning. He then adjusted his black sunglasses and said sincerely:

"Actually, I've always been very honest, and people who know me speak very highly of me!"

shameless

Having already approached, Gehrman Sparrow, who was watching the show, muttered a disdainful remark to himself.

"You're being honest? I hope so! Damn it, don't cause any more trouble!"

Ireland, however, didn't even turn around; he simply waved his hand, expressing his distrust verbally.

The farce came to an end. The two lovers, who had just been fighting to the death, were now separated. They looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes filled with indignation and the heartache of betrayal.

One of them was lusting after the woman's body, and the other was lusting after the man's money. In Ron's view, this was perfectly understandable and none of his business.

But they shouldn't have shown affection in front of Lord Ron. As everyone knows, Lord Ron is the kindest person. With just a few words, he successfully made them see each other's true feelings, thus avoiding the final tragedy.

"What are you looking at? If you keep looking, I'll ask you a few questions!"

At this moment, the blond boy glanced at the onlookers around him and threatened them fiercely.

That little face of hers is just so incredibly cute.

The onlookers were horrified. Having already witnessed Ron's foul mouth, they all scattered like birds, leaving the sailors maintaining order dumbfounded.

"Donna, how scary! He actually scared all those adults away. I wonder if he can scare away those pirates at sea?"

In the crowd, a little boy tugged at his sister's sleeve, looking at the conspicuous Paul with a mixture of fear, excitement, and a touch of adoration.

"Denton, that's a bad kid, don't be like him!"

"If you follow his example, Dad will definitely get a stroke from all the stress!"

Donna, as the older sister, has much stronger logical thinking than her younger brother, and she immediately saw that Ron was the type of person who would give parents a lot of headaches.

She lowered her head and solemnly warned her younger brother, Denton.

"Oh? Then his parents will be angry every day, and won't they have to resort to corporal punishment like Russell described?"

Upon hearing his sister's words, Denton was stunned. To be honest, he immediately imagined a horrific scene in his mind.

The siblings' whispers naturally did not escape Gehrman Sparrow's ears.

The newly minted adventurer had no expression on his face at this moment, as if he was born not to smile, and he clenched a fist the size of a sandbag.

That's right, it was me who was disciplined with a stick!

It's all tears when I talk about it. This scene of being beaten up by a little kid and turning against the heavenly general is probably unique in the whole world.

Suddenly, Klein saw Ron wave to him and walk towards him with a big smile.

Don't come any closer! I don't know you!

You may be shameless, but I still have a sense of shame!

The adventurer felt a chill run down his spine, and turned away as if he had seen some kind of plague.

"Mr. Crivus, I still need to settle my luggage. I'll chat with you again when I have time."

"good!"

Krivis, a former adventurer and now a bodyguard, nodded and gave a concise reply, while also turning his wary gaze toward Ron.

He found it difficult to comment on this threat.

Why are you running away? Do you think I'm going to eat you? This is blatant discrimination.

Seeing the crowd scattering like birds and beasts around him, and Klein running away quickly as if he didn't know him, Ron curled his lip, disdainful of arguing with these ordinary people.

Adjusting his fedora and black sunglasses, Ron walked into the cabin with an air of arrogance and successfully found his room.

He took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, realizing it was already afternoon tea time. He immediately took out a can of wolffish from the King's Treasury.

Ron hesitated for a long time, but finally resisted the urge to eat and decided to go to Klein that night to enjoy this rare delicacy with him.

Hmm, let's have some cream puffs to tide us over for now!

(End of this chapter)