Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 464 Why don't you just become king? (3.2K)

Ron still greatly admired Audrey Hall.

It's not just about appearance, but also personality; the ability to transcend the limitations of the times is a kind of far-sighted wisdom, which is quite rare.

The impossibly beautiful noblewoman's eyes suddenly lit up, and she admired the wisdom of the god before her even more.

As expected of "all-knowing and all-seeing infinite wisdom," the problem that troubled me seemed to have been foreseen by Him long ago. From childhood to adulthood, everyone has praised me, calling me the most shining jewel of Backlund, and even my parents are proud of my performance.

But no one offered me such comforting words.

Audrey, take off the mask. Stop wearing it in public. It's just a fake you. No one is perfect. What you need is encouragement, understanding, and rest.

Recalling everything she had done, learned, and seen from childhood to adulthood, Audrey Hall suddenly realized.

When did I start to always wear a perfect, impeccable smile, display elegant and precise manners, and put on that thick mask, striving for the best and perfection?

Well, not all problems can be solved at once. You must understand yourself in order to find the way to "pull the carriage."

Thinking of this, Audrey felt a sense of relief and was also delighted by Mr. Ron's acceptance.

Surrounded by this "endless wisdom," the noblewoman believed she could certainly learn even more.

"Mr. Ron, thank you!"

She thanked him solemnly once again, and with a renewed warmth in her hands from her excitement, she gripped the blond boy's hand tightly, as if entrusting everything to him.

"Mr. Ron, do you really think I can hold the carriage and control the reins?"

Even with the boy's comforting words, the blonde girl was still somewhat uneasy.

"That's simple, just become the King of Rune, won't you?"

Huh?

Audrey Hall's emerald green eyes widened instantly, her breath caught in her throat, her heart skipped a beat, and her face was filled with astonishment.

real or fake?

In Audrey's mind, the best solution would be for her to gain a deeper understanding of the various conflicts and then use the influence of the great nobles to gradually improve the situation.

She even went so far as to consider demonstrating her abilities, successfully inheriting her father's title, and, with the help of the Church of the Goddess of the Night or Mr. Ron, forcibly amending the law to significantly resolve existing social conflicts.

but now

Isn't this a bit too exciting?

Our Hall family has been loyal for nearly a thousand years!

"But, but the royal family does have angels, the support of the Storm Church, and the ability to create gods."

Putting aside the facts, what Ron said was definitely the best, most effortless, and most effective way to achieve the goal.

Although Audrey hadn't thought about it that way, hearing the boy's suggestion still made her ponder the matter.

Soon, she discovered that things were not as simple as she had imagined.

"What are you afraid of? Just become a god, and that'll be enough!"

Ron curled his lip and looked at the completely dumbfounded "Justice" Audrey with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot, shaking his head inwardly.

How can someone so stupid and incompetent be entrusted with such an important task?

What a silly girl!

The moment Ron untangled the noblewoman's inner conflict, a comprehensive plan for raising an empress had already formed in his mind.

Whether out of a mischievous sense of humor or from the belief that "Ron's involvement is never a trivial matter," the boy thought this was the most suitable path.

Seeing that the girl was still in a daze, as if her brain could no longer process such a huge and complex amount of information, Ron took her hand and pulled her to sit down on a bench in the back garden.

The two snuggled together, completely ignoring the large golden retriever beside them.

"The audience's ritual of becoming gods allows the development of the times to conform to their expectations, and then at key junctures, within the prescribed trends of the times, they consume the magic potion."

"What a great opportunity! Why not take advantage of it? Besides, I happen to have some materials on hand."

The blond boy paused for a moment, then looked at the girl leaning against him and teased her with a smile:

"What? You don't like the title 'Queen Hall'? Perhaps you could call her 'Chief Regent Hall,' that sounds much more impressive~"

"Mr. Ron!"

Hey, this isn't a matter of liking or disliking, is it? This is simply unimaginable, no different from the ravings of a madman!

That's a ritual to become a god, and you're just telling me that? I... I simply can't afford it...

Besides, how could such a thing be accomplished so easily?

Having spent so much time with Ron, Audrey couldn't help but marvel at the incredible resilience of her nerves; most people would have been numb by now.

"Mr. Ron should be down-to-earth."

"Hmph, one day the dragon will take flight and soar through the skies!"

With her aloof demeanor and profound sense of authority, clad in an iron frame and wielding a straight sword, Her Majesty exuded an aura of sacred inviolability that Ron found incredibly captivating.

"Fors, what's wrong with you today? You seem like you're acting strange. Are you hiding something from me?"

Hugh Deercha, who is a full 1.5 meters tall, looked at his roommate with a look of doubt so obvious that even a three-year-old child could see it.

Could it be that she secretly started drinking heavily after I left, or became someone's mistress, or became addicted to gambling and sold her body for it?

As a good friend, Hugh clearly did not trust Fors's self-awareness and attributed the bounty hunter's experiences to the writer.

"Hugh, what could be wrong with me? I'm perfectly fine. Don't overthink it, okay?"

"I urged you to leave because you were disturbing my creative inspiration at home, and the worst thing when writing a book is for someone to make noise next to me and interrupt my train of thought."

"But, Fors, don't you always work on your manuscripts at night?"

The bounty hunter's words immediately silenced the writer, who awkwardly scratched her head, unsure of what to say.

Just now, Mr. Ron notified her through the pre-arranged contact that he would be coming over soon to have a medical check-up.

Fors was naturally both apprehensive and overjoyed about this.

Although being coerced and ordered around was somewhat inhumane, the writer could tell that Mr. Ron was mostly just trying to scare her.

To put it in a twisted way, she herself seems to enjoy it.

If it were just one person, they could just bear it (and enjoy it) and it would pass. But the problem is that her roommate went home while doing a bounty mission, and the other person saw this embarrassing thing. No, if it implicates the other person, that would be bad.

If that happens, my reputation will be ruined!

The more she thought about it, the more anxious Fowles Wall became. She took a deep breath and began to make things up:

"Hugh, Mr. Ron is coming over soon, and something terrible might happen."

"?"

"Mr. Ron!? Really? Or not?"

"How did you know!?"

Upon hearing this, the 1.5-meter-tall girl's eyes suddenly lit up. Thank goodness, the bounty hunter hadn't forgotten this boy who was the same height as her.

And they were full of anticipation for the other party's arrival.

"..."

Hey, the important part is the second half of the sentence, okay?

"Yes, that's right. He's coming soon, and something terrible might happen. The reason I'm letting you go is because I don't want you to get hurt!"

The writer continued to fabricate stories, only to be met with the bounty hunter's utter contempt.

How could someone as good as Mr. Ron possibly hurt me?

"real!"

Seeing that his friend didn't believe him, Fowles emphasized it again.

At this moment, a gentle breeze swirled in the spacious living room, as if announcing the imminent arrival of an uninvited guest.

"Good afternoon, Miss Hugh is here too."

Brand new, shiny leather shoes, straight and clean trouser legs, a well-fitting black vest lining, and a height of at least 1.65 meters.

Ron makes a dazzling appearance.

!!!

The sight before him made Hugh's breath catch in his throat.

How is that possible?!

Is his height due to a second growth spurt?

That's really scary... Fowles didn't even frame me!

"Good afternoon, sir..."

Patting his chest with a resounding thud and standing on tiptoe, the bounty hunter revealed an expression of utter loneliness.

"Mr. Ron, how should I cooperate with you this time?"

Hopefully, the following events won't be too exciting...

The writer silently prayed, completely ignoring her friend's gossipy gaze.

"This is just a small matter, but it will definitely cause you a lot of pain. In fact, the reason we didn't do this last time was entirely for your mental health, but now..."

The blond boy flicked the crystal pendant on his wrist and then changed the subject.

"I can perfectly solve your problem, but the treatment process will be quite painful."

Based on the "Fallen Mother Goddess's" precautions, Ron believed that it would be impossible to forcibly establish a connection simply by using the power of the Red Moon.

No matter how many times the full moon state is applied, Mr. "Door" will definitely not respond.

Yeah, only a fool would respond!

The evidence, of course, is that there was not a single full moon or blood moon during this month-long period, which is completely inconsistent with the previous pattern.

"Uh, how painful could it be?"

Fowles couldn't help but take a step back, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Heh, a minor surgery. I can remove the curse hidden within your body and rooted in your mind, except the process is no different from actually cutting you with a knife..."

Unlike Medici's alchemical body, Fors's pain was real!

"I, I, I..."

"This is an order. You have no choice but to obey. Don't worry, you won't die."

Before the writer could even come up with a reason to refuse, Ron forcefully dragged her towards the bedroom.

There's nothing we can do about it; it's impossible to say that Ron was completely without ulterior motives.

But in the fight against the Outer Gods, someone has to make a sacrifice, right?

"Hey, you don't need to hold onto my clothes. I already told you you're not in any danger. Even if you die and your spirit dissipates, I can still bring you back."

"Hey, don't lie on the ground! Why are you taking off your clothes?"

"Don't worry, it won't hurt at all. I'll make it up to you..."

The blond boy looked speechlessly at the "magician" who was throwing a tantrum on the ground, and finally managed to calm him down after much persuasion.

"Tch~ I didn't expect you to be such a coward. A little pain can make you back down."

He scoffed dismissively, mockingly.

Upon hearing this, "Magician" Fowles immediately objected and began to refute him with reason and evidence.

"No, no!? I'm not scared at all! I'm just a little... scared..."

Isn't that still being a coward?!

(End of this chapter)