Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 449 What is Provocation?

"Today, I'm going to earn money standing up."

The boy waved his hand and answered calmly, as if it were just a trivial matter.

Fighting pirates for bounties—Ron couldn't understand why Nast Solomon wouldn't do such a lucrative business.

This not only allows for blatant attacks on competitors, but also reduces rivals and can even bring about genuine order.

A maritime order that is recognized by all citizens!

Therefore, one should broaden one's horizons. When the time comes, collecting protection money or making merchant ships pay their share is more efficient than robbing poor people.

The seas are too chaotic now. Although Nast is nominally the King of the Five Seas, the other three kings and seven pirate generals may not really care about him.

What's the point of this?!

If you're looking for death, don't drag me into it. The King of the Five Seas only doesn't kill those who give up resistance, not that he doesn't kill anyone...

"May I ask who you are, sir?"

Seemingly intimidated by the boy's imposing manner, Danitz swallowed hard and, mimicking the phrases and gestures invented by Emperor Rosell, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Ron.

"Hmph, you'll find out later."

Ron scoffed, adjusted his flowing black sunglasses, turned around, and walked out of the room.

But just as he stepped out of the room, he suddenly turned his head and waved to the two people and the elf inside.

"You, come with me."

Let's record the heroic figure of Lord Ron Sothos!

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"Was there a response to the telegram requesting assistance?"

On the White Agate, surrounded by giant waves, Ireland in the captain's cabin nervously questioned the first mate.

Although it may not be too late to ask the Church of Storms for help now, there is still some hope.

"No, our telegraph machine isn't responding at all. We're very close to Damir Port; the people there should be able to receive it..."

The first mate's answer sent Ireland's heart sinking. As a qualified MI9 informant, he understood that the surrounding waters seemed to be completely blockaded.

Not only was the ship stuck and forced to circle in place, but the telegrams it sent out were likely to suffer the same fate.

At that moment, through the glass window, Ireland suddenly noticed that the surrounding waves were gradually stopping and became extremely calm in an instant.

A nearly 100-meter-long, jet-black three-masted sailboat slowly emerged from behind the waves, like a monarch inspecting his homeland, causing people to unconsciously lower their heads, its majesty so imposing that it was impossible to look directly at it.

This is the legacy of the Solomon Empire of the Quaternary Period, the Black Emperor.

On this giant ship, hundreds of meters long, a group of pirates and sailors were ready.

They either fired flintlock pistols into the air in an attempt to threaten passengers who wanted to resist, or swung grappling hooks to measure the distance between the two ships, wanting to launch a looting operation as soon as possible.

Many other pirates, however, pointed at the White Agate with grins on their faces, their eyes filled with mockery of their prey and greed from the bottom of their hearts.

"What the hell is he doing out here at this hour?!"

Just as the captain's heart was in his throat, he suddenly saw a familiar figure come from the cabin onto the empty deck.

The figure was not tall, with blond hair tied in a ponytail and wearing jet-black sunglasses with a flowing texture.

It was Ron Sothos, the fishman who had been slapped down that night.

Is he trying to provoke Nast Solomon?

Recalling the boy's foul mouth and all sorts of outrageous behavior, Ireland was so frustrated he almost spat out blood.

"Stop him!!!"

The captain scrambled out of the captain's cabin, disregarding all decorum and composure.

However, it was all too late.

"屮!"

Ron arrogantly stepped forward, started in C gear, and gave the pirates a friendly greeting by raising his middle finger.

His appearance was already conspicuous, and his arrogant behavior on the empty deck instantly attracted the attention of all the pirates.

What is this thing?!

How dare he!?

At that moment, all the noisy pirates on the Black Emperor were stunned, as if question marks were popping up above their heads.

Having been pirates for over a decade, they had never seen anyone so arrogant.

Even the other pirate kings who were also among the Four Kings, which one of them wouldn't politely address the Black Emperor as Earl White Maple when they saw it?

And now, he's been insulted by a little kid who hasn't even grown his first hair yet.

Bird Mustang narrowed his eyes, sensing something amiss. As the second mate of the King of the Five Seas, he undoubtedly had a deeper understanding of the extraordinary world.

At sea, the Black Emperor was a household name, yet this brat was so arrogant...

Perhaps he has some kind of confidence or trump card. Could he be a demigod, or is there a demigod on this ship?

However, before he could make a detailed analysis, an extremely strong, fishy stench hit him.

"vomit"

Bird Mustang's face turned green instantly, partly from being provoked by Ron, and partly from being disgusted by Ron.

Under the captain of the White Agate's horrified, complex, and desperate gaze, Ron opened a can of wolffish and tossed it onto the Black Emperor.

shit

Ron's actions stunned Danitz, who was cowering behind him, and he seemed to understand what a true "provocative person" was.

Even without extraordinary abilities that make people resentful, one can achieve the same goal through words and actions!

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What's the difference between this and throwing shit on someone's car?!

Following behind Ron, Egerman Sparrow remained expressionless. Although he trusted Ron completely, he couldn't help but silently marvel in his native tongue at what it meant to do whatever one wanted.

As for the elf lady who followed at the very back like a quail, she remained completely silent, praying in her heart to the god she believed in so that she could overcome the difficulties.

After all, she didn't have much money to begin with, and if she got robbed, she would be left with nothing but dirt when she got to Bayam!

"Why don't you give it a try? Trust me, it'll do you good."

At this moment, Ron, who looked like he hadn't had enough, handed over a can of wolffish and looked at "Flame" Danitz, who was covering his face and trying to hide his appearance.

What the hell? What grudge do you hold against me?

"Ah, ha, ha, ha, you can do this yourself. I don't really like canned wolffish."

Danitz refused with great reluctance.

"Hmph, what a coward. No wonder you can only be a simp with unrequited love~"

The blond youth disdainfully looked away, then pointed at the pirates who were churning the water and shouting provocations, before turning to look at Gehrman Sparrow behind him.

"Gelman, do you think they deserve to die?"

"These hundreds of people, including Nast Solomon, do you think they deserve to die?"

He asked with a rather serious expression.

Why are you asking me?

Klein was taken aback, then was startled by Ron's words.

"You're going to kill them all?"

For the first time, Gehrman Sparrow's tone changed slightly, as if he couldn't believe that Ron was going to go on such a killing spree.

In Klein's mind, if the goal was to punish pirates, killing the ringleaders would be enough; he hadn't really considered how to deal with the remaining henchmen.

Because there are just too many of them, even if it's one shot per person, it would probably take until bloodshed to achieve the goal.

Moreover, killing is a vice; killing pirate leaders is hunting evil, but killing hundreds or thousands of pirate soldiers is somewhat...

Klein couldn't imagine the scene of having thousands or tens of thousands of lives on his shoulders, even if that was the deserved fate of those pirates.

"Why not kill them? They have a lot of lives on their hands, and they've robbed countless passenger and merchant ships!"

"What? You pity them?"

"Or do you believe that the law does not punish the masses, and that it is enough to only execute the ringleaders?"

"I remember an old saying from the last era: 'Use thunderous methods to show the heart of a bodhisattva.'"

Ron smiled as he looked at the hesitant Klein, having thoroughly grasped the petty-bourgeois mentality in him.

The boy's words were like the whispers of a demon, leaving Klein with mixed feelings. He understood that Ron's favor was not for nothing. Although the boy was usually all smiles, he hadn't been trained for fun.

To become a truly great person, one must not only have sufficient status, but also the ability to distinguish right from wrong and the courage to wield an iron fist.

What kind of behavior is this, hesitating like this?!

After hesitating for a moment, Gehrman Sparrow's face twitched slightly, then he said in a deep voice:

"Eliminate evil completely!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden lamp, like a wild dog unleashed, shot out from Ron's waist and headed straight for the Black Emperor, which roamed the five seas.

(End of this chapter)