Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 452 How Gehrmansparo Should Use the Restroom (3K)

"Heh, if you ask me, you'll have an easy time just giving up on him."

Ron frowned slightly and offered a sincere suggestion.

In the instant he began to investigate, he seemed to feel that inexplicable bad mood again, but after checking several times, the feeling of tightness in his chest disappeared, as if it were just an illusion.

"Hey! How can you just give up on something like this?"

"Don't dampen other people's enthusiasm, you faithless idiot!"

Upon hearing this, the elf girl immediately became anxious. After getting to know Ron better, she was no longer as reserved as before and revealed a part of her true personality.

However, this was still somewhat difficult for her, after all, she was from the "sailor" route, and being able to tolerate the boy's foul mouth was already her limit.

"I'm just stating the facts."

"Alright, to tell you the truth, I'm very interested in Atlantis, and I can help you with that."

"You should already know my strength, so this isn't a difficult thing for you."

In Ron's view, the so-called "Atlantis" may not be underwater, may not even exist in reality, and may even just be a symbol.

As for what it symbolizes, that is currently unknown.

Why are you helping me?

Could it be that she's taken a liking to me?

Winchester raised an eyebrow, the elf looking somewhat surprised, a clear look of astonishment on her beautiful face.

"I want to emphasize beforehand that I do not sell myself!"

Poverty may not diminish one's ambition!

She had no way of dealing with Ron, whom she had just met. Putting aside that utterly despicable contract, even if they were to compete on strength and cunning, she had no hope of winning.

Although Ron spoke very politely, he was implying the same thing.

Don't refuse a polite toast only to face a harsher punishment!

"Tch, a lump of rotten flesh, what's so interesting about it?"

What I value is beauty, character, spirit, and inner qualities...

Having achieved his goal, Ron rolled his eyes at the elf without saying a word and pointed to the servants' quarters in first class.

"You'll be living there from now on!"

The source material cannot be wrong, and Ron doesn't want to miss any opportunity that will help him defeat the Deathly Ghost.

Moreover, the Elf King Sonia Thorem is acting strangely in every way, and we must figure out what this means.

To avoid ending up like yourself.

Having gained trust simply, decisively, and without any hesitation, the young man, like a scoundrel, left his room to find his "old flame," Mr. Fool.

boom--

The first-class cabin door was pushed open, and Danitz was hunched over his desk, writing lines of Old Fussac. His forehead was covered in sweat, and he looked extremely anxious.

"Bullshit! Isn't it obvious who among the pirates deserves to die? Why do I have to write it?"

"And after you finish writing one, you expect me to bring it to the restroom for you to see? Do you think I'm a newspaper?"

Whenever Danitz thought of Gehrman Sparrow taking off his pants to release stress, looking at what he had written with a mixture of sarcasm, indifference, and madness on his face, he couldn't help but curl up that damned corner of his mouth.

Can you poop it out?

Isn't that so vivid?!

At that moment, he heard the noise and suddenly turned around.

"What brings you here!?"

"Quickly, quickly, please have a seat!"

Upon seeing Ron arrive, Danitz's smile froze instantly, as if there were spikes on the chair, and he jumped up high, giving up his seat.

The attitude was extremely respectful.

There was no way around it; he was terrified. Even when he went to Remnburg with Edwina and met the Archbishop of the Church of Knowledge, he had never been this nervous.

With a light wave of his hand amidst laughter and conversation, one of the four kings vanished.

This is something even the drunks in the bar wouldn't dare to brag about!

"You seem to be thinking about something interesting. What is it?"

Ron hopped a little and sat down perfectly, then saw the smile on Danitz's face and asked in confusion.

Klein, what's so great about going to the bathroom?

"Ah... I wasn't thinking anything..." Vice Admiral Iceberg, the fourth boatswain, seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"Uh, I was just wondering, if someone as cold-hearted as Gehrman strained while constipated, wouldn't the muscles in his face change too..."

Ok?

What kind of question is that?

The omniscient and omniscient god was momentarily stunned, then pushed up his sunglasses and muttered with a strange expression:

"He would probably sit upright on the toilet, expressionless, and speak in a cold, commanding tone..."

"Come out yourself!"

"If he had diarrhea, he'd probably just sneer and say..."

"Damn it! Spray slower!"

"If he still can't get out after trying for a long time, he will most likely reveal a dangerous smile, his eyes showing a crazy madness, and without saying a word, he will roll up his sleeves and use his hands to pry it open."

"puff!!!"

Ron's description was so moving that Danitz couldn't help but burst out laughing, disregarding all decorum.

Is this something a human could come up with?!

But why does it feel surprisingly compatible with Gehrman Sparrow's style of doing things...?

"Hahaha, you're a genius! How come I... I never thought of that?"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

whoosh-

"Bullshit!"

At that moment, a note transformed into a flying knife and swiftly flew from the direction of the washroom.

Although the throwing knife was made of paper, it was actually sharper than refined iron. With just a light swipe, it cut off a strand of yellow hair.

"Blazing Flame" Danitz felt a chill run down his spine and quickly looked at Gehrman Sparrow, who had somehow emerged from the bathroom. Feeling quite annoyed, he took a small step back.

The gaunt, angular-faced adventurer stood rooted to the spot, his gaze, which seemed more like a frenzied, unrealistic stare, fixed on the "Flame" who had slandered him behind his back. His expression grew increasingly cold.

Although Danitz was not the mastermind, but...

If I can't handle Ron, I can at least handle you!

"Uh, you guys talk, you guys talk."

Without needing his "master" to give any orders, "Blazing Flame" instantly sensed that something was wrong. He chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the stares fixed on his back, and dashed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

"What do you want from me?"

Gehrman Sparrow shifted his gaze from the vanished figure, still maintaining his taciturn demeanor as he looked at Ron who had returned, secretly on guard.

"Can't I talk to you if there's nothing wrong? Don't look at me like that."

"Do you know how much control 'The Fool' has over Source Castle?" Ron asked, feigning ignorance.

This is also a way to enter the Western Continent, but according to the boy's estimation, Klein, whose fate is in some ways equivalent to "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", may not really be able to help him.

But there are always exceptions; giving it a try doesn't cost any money.

"We probably can't control much. To achieve a qualitative leap, we'll probably need to be at least a demigod."

Keep pretending. Would it kill you to just ask me directly? Why do you have to beat around the bush?

Klein muttered to himself, then, reflecting on his exploration and control of the gray fog, gave a rather conservative answer.

"Oh, is that so? 'The Fool' is truly a useless old bastard. Klein, don't get me wrong, I wasn't talking about you!"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy sighed, then patted Klein's clenched fist, making him relax completely.

I really appreciate your comfort, you jerk!

Klein rolled his eyes at the handsome young man, then, with a thick skin and a rather earnest expression, said:

"What's wrong? Is something the matter? To get Mr. 'Fool's' help, the most important thing is sincerity!"

If you ask me directly, I might actually help you!

"Sincere? How dare you say that?"

Ron immediately flashed a sarcastic smile, so sharp that Klein couldn't even open his eyes.

"In my opinion, all the members of the Tarot Club are traitors. One of them not only worships the 'Goddess of Night,' but also the 'God of Steam and Machinery,' the 'God of Time and Space,' and finally, the 'Follower.'"

Why do you have to bring up something you don't want to talk about?

Klein inwardly scoffed. Although none of this was his intention, it was certainly not something to be praised.

Every conversation with the boy was the same; unsurprisingly, I always ended up at a disadvantage, and was then belittled to an unbearable degree by the mediocre.

How pathetic, Mr. Fool!

"Ron, what do you think of the Goddess of the Night?"

Suddenly, Klein became serious and asked a question that had been on his mind for a long time.

Ever since Ron gave him the choice between killing all the pirates or just the ringleader, the adventurer felt that his perspective on things had undergone a very subtle change.

"She's a wicked woman who'll invest in you for any personal gain, Klein. I'm telling you, never trust that wicked woman!"

"To be honest, she does want to help you, but only if you have 'Mr. Fool's' Source Castle. As for not having a 'Source Castle,' just look at that unfortunate fellow, Roselle."

Upon hearing this assessment, Klein nodded; it was not unexpected or surprising.

After all, the fact that Roselle's antics didn't attract the attention of the Goddess of Night speaks volumes.

"Ron, since you want Source Castle's help, why not borrow it from Mr. 'The Fool'? He'll surely grant your request!"

Klein spoke with great sincerity, his eyes carrying a clear-eyed naiveté.

I have no grudge against you, so why do you want to harm me?

Ron suddenly fell silent. His golden eyes swept across the adventurer's face, then fixed on the adventurer's eyes with a disdainful sneer:

"Forget it, I'm afraid I'll become stupid. Being too honest isn't a good thing."

"Okay, that's settled then."

Hey! Explain yourself clearly, what do you mean by "becoming stupid"?

Watching the little brat's disappearing figure, Klein slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Frankly speaking, since Ron came to ask him about "Source Castle," he must have encountered some kind of predicament.

He genuinely wanted to help Ron, but...

"Sigh, there's nothing I can do."

(End of this chapter)