Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 444 Successfully Making You Remember Me in the Shortest Time (3K)

A bad feeling, even a bad feeling in your mind!?

Is this world doomed to ruin?

I don't even have a wife yet!

The troubles between people are not far away; in fact, it can be said that a single sentence can make others feel empathy.

At this moment, Gehrman Sparrow was undoubtedly in that situation.

"Uh, what kind of premonition is it?"

After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Fool decided to help and asked with some trepidation.

"Sigh... It's not that bad, but it's not that good either. I can't predict it. Maybe I'm just in a bad mood all of a sudden?"

The blond boy glanced disdainfully at the single guy, shrugged, and said in a seemingly relaxed manner.

He was telling the truth, which was what puzzled the boy.

"I hope so. Get some rest..."

Anyway, this definitely isn't because your conscience has been awakened...

Klein inwardly grumbled at Ron's perfunctory attitude, but said a word of concern aloud. He then left the plate and the fishman's fat behind and closed the first-class cabin door from the outside.

"..."

The crimson moonlight was torn apart by the waves of the sea, like pieces of cloth splashed onto the deep black and blue gemstone.

"well……"

After a long while, Ron, who was making predictions, suddenly sighed.

Frankly speaking, for Ron, who has already acquired both pathways, there is nothing in this world that can be hidden from him, and his memory is absolutely infallible.

The moment Ron caught the mermaid, he did sense something amiss, but no matter what he did, he couldn't find the key to the matter.

It's as if the source of the anomaly is not in fate, but outside the universe, merely an invisible void.

"No rush, let's wait and see, we will inevitably encounter it in the future."

Leave today's enjoyment to today's self, and tomorrow's challenges to tomorrow's self. What's done is done...

Let's go to sleep!

Keeping this in mind, Ron took off his clothes, pulled up the blanket, and lay down, starting a group activity in the small theater.

…………

The White Agate, at full speed, arrived at its first port on the third day.

Damir Port.

This port is famous for its specialty cured meats, which are an indispensable part of the local economy.

Cheap, delicious, and unique, anyone passing by will buy some.

"Well……"

Ireland's gaze fell on the boy who was slowly passing by. He wanted to remind the boy of some island rules, but the words caught in his throat.

If those pirates were to face him, they probably wouldn't fare much better than that fishman, after all, he's quite strong...

Moreover, he didn't even try to hide his identity. Was it because he had absolute confidence in his abilities, or because he simply didn't need to conceal it...?

The captain's eyes twitched at the thought.

An image involuntarily flashed in his mind: Ron, who was two meters tall, muscular, and had a handsome face, passing by him.

"You seem to have some rude fantasy about me!"

Seemingly sensing Ireland's imagination, the blond boy suddenly turned his head, pulled down his sunglasses with his index finger, and stared straight at the other person with his golden eyes.

Ron's shout immediately attracted the attention of the passengers disembarking on the deck, drawing their gossipy gazes.

What do you mean I have some rude fantasies about you?

That's what you said!?

As a man of the sea, the captain understood the hidden meaning in Ron's words almost instantly.

Ireland glanced at the boy's face, which was more beautiful than a woman's, and his delicate and easily pushed-over body, and immediately became anxious.

"No way! Don't talk nonsense!"

"I'm the captain, and I'm married!"

The last couple who fought in public is still fresh in everyone's mind, and this situation is so similar. If this gets smeared, his supposed Ireland will turn into Ireland kneeling on the deck when he goes home.

Is he even going to stay in the game anymore?!

Rumors on the high seas are like this; their truthfulness is not guaranteed, but they are certainly very abstract.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I didn't say anything!"

Seeing the captain's seemingly panicked reaction, Ron smiled and shrugged, appearing completely innocent and pure.

"..."

Where did this brat come from? With that mouth of his, even a seasoned pirate with years of experience couldn't out-argue him...

Ireland remained silent, unable to resist taking a step back, not wanting to argue with Ron any longer, lest things get worse.

"Captain, I'm not very familiar with this area. Where do you think would be most suitable for an ordinary traveler like me to explore?"

Seeing that the captain was about to make a quick getaway, the blond boy immediately raised his hand and asked his question out of curiosity.

Where to go for fun?

What other entertainment facilities are available on the high seas?

Bar? Casino? Brothel?

But you're a minor...

"Well, you could check out 65 Oak Street, it's perfect for a tourist like you!"

……

65 Oak Leaf Street, the Ruen Library.

"Very well, I'll remember you!"

Ron glanced around the small library and, confirming there were no casinos, bars, or brothels nearby, muttered something viciously.

He suspected that the captain named Ireland was probably doing it on purpose.

Asking an omniscient god to come to the library to read books is no different from openly mocking him for having little knowledge.

"In this world, even a dog will provoke others!"

Ron sighed helplessly, somewhat regretting not going to the bar with Klein to have some fun.

However, seeing Klein's disgusted expression at the time, Ron didn't want to join in the fun.

After all, the rumor that a crazy adventurer would take his child out to sea to make a living was something Ron and Klein could foresee.

Walking on the sparsely populated cobblestone path, Ron suddenly twitched his ears.

A beautiful and melodious song drifted on the wind, attracting the boy's attention.

Although the song was beautiful and melodious, and every line was purifying to the soul, Ron couldn't understand the lyrics at all, and had no idea what the singer was trying to express.

"Unintelligible syllables, not language, just singing nonsense?"

After listening to a few sections, Ron Sothos, a great artist, gave his definition of the music.

Following the sound of the song, he quickly noticed a beautiful woman with black hair and blue eyes playing music at the end of the street.

She had bright eyebrows and white teeth, and her azure eyes were very bright; if you looked closely, you could even see a hint of lightning flashing in them.

This woman looks to be in her early twenties, with a near-perfect figure. Even a nobody would give her an 80 out of 100.

During the pause in the accompaniment, Winchester Kyle straightened his slightly wrinkled vest and ruffled cuffs.

A bunch of penniless bastards, please, please, boss! Ideally, we could get a lot of sulphurs at once...

She kept muttering to herself, her fingers moving faster on the seven-stringed lute, while her unintelligible humming quickened its pace, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Street performances don't actually make money, especially not from poor people; how much you earn depends entirely on luck.

Winchester Kyle could make a fortune with just a few hums, or she might sing until her voice is hoarse and only earn a few pennies.

Right now, her luck wasn't particularly good or bad. Although the seven-stringed zither box in front of her was mostly filled with coins, there were quite a few of them.

At that moment, the blue-eyed girl, who was humming a song to earn money for her journey, suddenly brightened up, her eyes filled with surprise as if she had seen gold.

A boy who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old approached. He seemed to be attracted by the singing, nodding his head slightly in rhythm, as if he could understand it.

Look, the boy's clothes are brand new, his leather shoes are shiny, and they have big brand logos on them.

Look, the glasses on the boy's head are so novel, constantly exuding an aura of money—no, of art.

Without needing to look closely, everything on Oak Leaf Street seemed to lose its color and become inconspicuous in comparison to Ron's glamorous appearance.

Rich people!

“…………”

The moment Winchester Kyle saw Ron, he immediately gave a slight smile and began humming even more enthusiastically.

The music from nature, mixed with the gentle sea breeze, was so peaceful and tranquil. It was as if some kind of magic had been cast, and soon there was no noise, and everyone was listening quietly.

One minute

Three minutes.

Ten minutes.

twenty minutes

After humming for a long time, Winchester felt like his throat was about to burst into flames, and even his voice, which had been carried by the wind and the sea, had become hoarse.

Logically speaking, she should have stopped performing long ago and started counting her earnings in a cheap hotel, but for the sake of this seemingly wealthy blond boy, the blue-eyed girl decided to give it her all.

If you've been singing for so long and haven't achieved anything yet, then all that singing before was for nothing!

This is a rare opportunity; you don't come across rich people so easily. Winchester, you need to be on your toes. These kinds of people are just rich and gullible. If you just stick with it, you won't have to worry about food for the next few weeks!

Thirty minutes later.

The discordant notes of the seven-stringed lyre dispersed the surrounding crowd, while Winchester, hoarse and unable to speak, stared intently with his blue eyes, like a stubborn mule, at the blond boy who was still nodding slightly.

I refuse to believe I can't squeeze a single penny out of you!

Perhaps the boy in front of him heard the blue-eyed girl's inner thoughts, or perhaps he felt that the performance had met his expectations. He reached into his pocket, and under Winchester's expectant and delighted gaze, pulled out a penny and steadily tossed it into the wooden case of the lyre.

"."

Silence was the dominant theme at the scene.

Is this appropriate?

After a long pause, the blue-eyed girl uttered a question in a trembling, extremely hoarse voice, so much so that it was impossible to tell whether it was a man's or a woman's.

"."

Ron remained silent. He pursed his lips, seemingly realizing he had gone too far, and then tossed down another can of wolffish and strode away, leaving the singing girl bewildered in the wind.

"You poor wretch, what are you pretending for if you have no money? What are you listening to if you have no money? Go ahead and act all high and mighty!!!"

God of Time and Space, how could such a despicable creature exist, whose ancestral graves seem to have been abandoned?!

(End of this chapter)