Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 446, Part 452: Elves will never be slaves unless they are provided with food and lodging (3.2K)

"The Blood Admiral's intelligence officer? A member of the Rose School?"

"Strictly speaking, I would also consider myself a believer in the god of time and space."

"Isn't this like the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple, like family members turning against each other?"

Back on the White Agate, the belatedly aware Gehrman Sparrow suddenly realized that something was amiss.

He caused a scene at the bar and even gave the owner a severe threatening speech. I wonder if that counts as ruining Ron's business?

Holy crap, am I going to have to pay more money? I really can't pay it all back...

Actually, it's not his fault. Who knew that when he went out, he would run into a spy from the Rose School who had infiltrated the Kingdom of Rune.

No, they should be intelligence agents...

Leaning against the ship's railing, enjoying the sea breeze, Klein was lost in thought when he suddenly saw Ron carrying a wallet in his left hand and a familiar cloak in his right as he ascended the escalator and came to the deck.

Doesn't that cloak look familiar...?

With a gaunt, angular face, Gehrman Sparrow pushed up his narrow-rimmed glasses and suddenly remembered where the shadowy cloak came from.

Isn't this the magical item of that "Iceberg Vice Admiral" Fourth Boatswain, the one called "Flame" Danitz?

He's run into another brat. That guy's really unlucky!

"Hey, how's it going?"

Helman Sparrow, leaning against the ship's railing, gave a curt greeting.

"It's alright, at least I didn't cause any damage."

The blond boy dealt with it casually, then turned to leave the deck and enter the cabin.

You seem to be mocking something...

Seeing this, Klein sighed inwardly. Before Ron's figure disappeared from his sight, he quickly and carefully asked:

"Um, so what do you think of the members of the Grand Rose School, or rather, what do you think of this reformed organization?"

This was a question that had been on Klein's mind for a long time, but he hadn't asked about it in detail because of Ron's sake.

According to the information he had, the Rose School in the past was not as honest as it is now; they were ruthless and bloodthirsty cultists, which would be an understatement.

While some of these actions were in resistance against colonization by the Northern Continent, others were driven by indulging in desires and indiscriminately killing innocent people.

Putting aside other matters, just take the previous "Blood General" Señor, who is already dead, for example; he must have had many lives on his hands.

The fact that such a force could become good simply by converting to the "God of Time and Space" is something that adventurers find hard to accept.

The saying "Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot" depends on whether the people you killed before putting down the butcher's knife agree!

Upon hearing this unusual and somewhat philosophical question, Ron instantly turned his head away, saying with a disdainful expression:

"They are guilty and should not be pardoned. Therefore I say that they shall not enter the new kingdom, but only the innocent descendants shall enter."

"They should build a kingdom for their descendants, so that I may give them honey and milk freely, forevermore!"

"Your faith is very undevout; you should read more of the holy scriptures!"

As soon as the great ruler of time and space finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his room, ignoring the stunned Gehrman Sparrow.

These are Ron's original words recorded at the ceremony, and they are what all members who have believed in the Mother Tree of Desire must abide by.

"..."

Is it really that simple?!

It solves the problem in a single sentence, and it's the optimal solution!?

Klein stared blankly and scratched his head like a curly-haired baboon.

Just now, he thought about many philosophical questions, such as what it means for good to be rewarded and evil to be punished, what it means for murderers to pay with their lives and debts to be repaid, and what it means for the cycle of revenge to never end.

But he really didn't expect that such a complicated problem would be solved by Ron's casual remark, and it even sounded quite reasonable.

Wow... newborn babies are innocent, so Ron was focusing on that. Holy crap, he talks with such sophistication...

Klein felt a pang of shame. After pretending for so long above the gray fog, comparing Ron's demeanor and words of wisdom just now, he felt that Mr. Fool was just a knock-off.

Whatever he says is vague and uncertain, leaving people to guess; he never has this kind of calm and composed demeanor.

I learned a lot today...

……

"1 sulphur, 2 sulphur..."

"Sigh, I still haven't saved enough for the ferry ticket to Sonia Island..."

Winchester Kyle gritted his teeth, pulled out some change from his pocket, counted it over and over, and finally decided to buy a ticket to Bayam. He planned to spend a few days in that rich city known for its generosity before heading off to search for clues about the Elven homeland.

"White Agate, second class, thank you!"

As an elf whose bloodline is not so pure, it is still a bit difficult to make a name for oneself in the human world.

Putting aside the fact that they are few in number, almost extinct, and not as united and powerful as the vampires.

The suppression by the Church of Storms alone is enough to make it difficult for these pointy-eared people to move an inch in human society, and they dare not make any big moves.

Otherwise, how could Winchester, a race with extraordinary abilities, have fallen to the point of busking?

"And those pirates, if they see through my disguise and my illusion, they'll definitely capture me and sell me to some high-ranking noble!"

With a helpless sigh, Winchester Kyle took the ticket, faced reality, and cautiously left the ticket hall.

It's impossible for her to be irritable; life has worn her down. Even after encountering such a despicable person yesterday, she still chose to swallow her anger.

Because God said...

"The wise hide from trouble, while the foolish go and suffer..."

……

"Achoo!!!"

"Who's talking about me?!"

In a daze, "Flame," with a bounty of 3000 pounds, awoke from his coma.

"I... I actually got knocked out by a little brat with one punch?!"

Is robbing the rich to help the poor really that dangerous?

They clearly only targeted a little kid who looked like a rich kid!

Looking around at the streets, Danitz's long-dormant memories surged back, and he frantically touched his backside and checked his belt.

After finding that his buttocks were no longer sore and his belt was normal, he breathed a long sigh of relief and began to check the rest of his body.

As a proper Intis person, this is the most normal reaction.

In Trier, the homeless also had to protect their vital organs at night, otherwise there was a high possibility of localized bleeding.

"Bullshit! My wallet, my magical item!"

Heartbreaking screams echoed through the deserted streets, telling a tragic story.

"You piece of shit, don't let me find out who you are, or I'll have the captain grab you and put you on the ship so those guys can take turns fucking your ass!!!"

…………

early morning.

As the first rays of dawn break across the horizon, a refreshing, cool sea breeze carrying a hint of saltiness greets you.

Waaaaah—

The sound of the ship's horn echoed rhythmically from afar to near and then back to far away in Damir Harbour.

People were busy with their own things. Some hurried back to the ship, some wiped the lipstick marks off their faces before returning to the White Agate, and others carried local specialties, constantly looking around.

"How luxurious! Not only are they protected by bodyguards when they go out, but they even have servants to wait on them. When will I ever be able to do that...?"

Winchester Kyle, carrying her suitcase, squeezed through the crowd. Looking at the family of four in front of her, unrealistic fantasies welled up in her mind.

As an elf, she really did bring shame to her ancestors.

"Next!"

As the ticket inspector's gaze quickly swept over her ticket stub, she successfully followed the crowd and boarded the passenger-cargo ship.

Upon reaching the deck and scanning the area, the elf's pupils constricted slightly as she spotted a man with a cold, angular face. She immediately lowered her head and brushed past him.

Winchester Kyle's intuition told her that this guy was quite dangerous, or in other words, he looked like someone you didn't want to mess with.

With a cautious and careful mindset, avoiding any trouble, she navigated the complex cabin passageways and arrived at her reserved cabin after turning a corner.

However, the moment her gaze fell upon the cabin door, the entire elf suddenly froze.

"I thought you'd be a few minutes late, but you're surprisingly quick..."

Ron pushed his black sunglasses up with his fingers, turned to Winchester who was standing there dumbfounded, and greeted him.

He waved his hand and said leisurely:

"What? Don't you recognize me?"

You stingy bastard, I'd recognize you even if you were ashes!

"Who are you!? What are you doing here!?"

How did you know I was coming here!?

Suddenly alert, the elf took a big step back, clenched her fists, and assumed a fighting stance.

Is it divination?

No, I was very careful not to leave anything that was connected to me.

Or is it a prophecy?

That's also unlikely. Prophecies are full of symbolism and require interpretation. How could there be a prophecy that's so specific, down to a particular room number?

"..."

How did I know?

Didn't you pray this morning that I would bless your journey so you'd have a safe trip? And you were still worried, repeating it several times...

Looking at the believer in front of him who seemed a little dim-witted, Ron silently complained to himself.

Without hesitation, he immediately began rambling incoherently:

"It's simple. Just find the tickets in the ticket hall. There will always be some clues there."

So that's how it is! That scared me to death...

Hearing this, Winchester Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, but she did not completely lower her guard and continued to look at Ron with sharp eyes.

"Then why did you come to me? I don't remember ever offending you!"

If this guy isn't an extraordinary being himself, then he must have someone else extraordinary behind him. The fact that he chose to wait for me here likely indicates that he has sufficient strength and confidence...

These damn humans!

Winchester's eyes suddenly turned sharp, as if they contained blue lightning, making ordinary people unable to muster the courage to confront him.

Although the elf lady did not feel threatened by Ron, whether outwardly or inwardly, this precisely illustrates the seriousness of the matter.

"Don't be nervous, I went out alone without a servant. I think your singing is pretty good..."

"Don't even think about it, I will never be your slave!!!"

However, before Ron could finish speaking, the elf lady immediately let out a furious shout.

How dare you mention singing?!

I am an elf, a descendant of an extraordinary race, how could I be a human...

Ding ding ding—

The crisp sound of the gold coin striking the wooden planks of the ship's cabin as it sliced ​​through the air halted Winchester Kyle's anger from its escalation.

"Be my servant, and I'll pay for all your expenses!"

(End of this chapter)