Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 474 Susie: Too Much Dog Food! (3.2K)

"So, you mean Chick is the third party?"

"Hey, don't go spreading rumors. Witches are all like that; twistedness is a characteristic of their path!"

Bethel Abraham, true to his reputation as the most powerful "recorder" of the "apprentice" path, kept talking non-stop, reciting his own unofficial historical record titled "Two or Three Things About His Majesty the Emperor."

The more His illusory voice spoke, the closer it came to reality. The more He recalled the excitement he felt when he first recorded it, the more stable his mental state became.

Finally, under Ron's complex gaze, Mr. Men recounted a series of humanistic accounts with a strong Fourth Age flavor, such as Palles Zoroastrian peeping into the women's bathhouse and Amon holding his own wedding and inviting Adam to be the witness.

Although the story was told in a very abstract way and its authenticity was questionable, Mr. Ron was happy to hear this kind of dubious new knowledge.

They talked and talked, and an hour flew by.

"You mean 'Medici' is in love but can't have the woman, and wants to be a woman and have illicit relations with 'Urelius'?"

Sitting on a weathered rock by the shore, Ron slapped his thigh hard, almost shouting "Wonderful!"

If Medici heard this now, wouldn't his eyes explode with rage?

Well, His relationship with Ulrolius is indeed a bit ambiguous.

"Speculation, speculation, just speculation."

"In short, there are far more top-tier powerhouses in the Fourth Epoch than I imagined."

Mr. Men, who appeared to be middle-aged, with a stern face and hair of ethereal black, sighed. It was unclear whether he was marveling at the strength of the top powerhouses of the Fourth Era or at the abstract nature of these top powerhouses.

After stuffing the star-worms that had sprouted from his face into his missing eye sockets, Bethel Abraham's gaze inexplicably fell upon Ron.

"After talking for so long, I still don't know who you are?"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever heard of you before."

No, no, no need to apologize. I should thank you for never having heard of me.

Sensing Mr. Men's apology and desire to get to know him, Ron's eyelids twitched, and he immediately raised his chin slightly, speaking in a cool voice:

"Ron Sothos, if you're grateful to me, don't ask any more questions."

Especially, do not make up stories.

"Okay, your help is more important than my life!"

The stern-faced gentleman nodded in response, offering a somewhat uncharacteristically sincere thank you, while simultaneously pondering who Ron Sothos really was.

After that evil contamination was cleared away, He seemed to have lost a part of His memory.

Regardless of who it was, Adam and Amon most likely perished at His hands. He was able to confront the one on the moon head-on, dared to provoke him openly, and even intercepted the source matter.

It seems only they could achieve this level of skill. The authority of the gate is in my hands, and I haven't felt any attraction from its characteristics, so there's only one possibility.

He is very likely the "Lord of the Stars"!

No wonder he has this image

The King of Angels was unaware of the history after his exile, but the fleeting glimpse of the recent perilous battle gave Him some clues.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Why did you save me? Logically speaking, saving me doesn't seem to be the only way to solve the problem."

Mr. Men's words were very polite. Although gossip could help both sides get to know each other quickly, the terrifying power of Ron and the "Fallen Mother Goddess" making decisions for each other still made Him maintain His respect for those in higher positions.

It's about saving your life, it's not shameful.

Ron was displeased upon hearing this.

"How dare you look down on me!"

Lord Ron is richer than a country, wiser than anyone else, and wields all power. Having taken your special abilities, what's a little something left for you?!

The fact that you asked means you look down on me!

The blond boy's words left Bethel Abraham completely bewildered.

How did I underestimate you?

Isn't this a perfectly normal question?

How can I leave without bargaining?

Mr. Men was clearly a respectable man and well understood that "every gift comes with a price tag on it."

Whether it's out of genuine gratitude, to befriend the strong, or to return a gift, He has to do it.

Otherwise, given the nature of those in high positions in this world, He wouldn't even feel at ease living.

As for the three Star Keys and the uniqueness of the "Door" that were taken away, He believed that they were just Ron's spoils of war. Moreover, given His current state, forcibly advancing would likely lead to him going out of control and going crazy.

"No, I mean, how can I thank you?"

How can you thank me? What can you do to thank me for?

As everyone knows, Ron Sothos never makes money off poor people.

"Hmph, I remember there seem to be quite a few members in the Abraham family. If you want to thank me, just make them all convert to my faith."

"Remember my name, ruler of time and space, ultimate point to which all things return, all-knowing and all-seeing, boundless wisdom!"

The blond boy waved casually, left a sentence, and then disappeared.

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This title does not seem to belong to the Creator, nor does it belong to the true God in terms of authority; it appears to be from the past without a doubt.

Wait, I don't think I've agreed to be your subordinate yet, have I?

The serious and rigid Mr. Door stood there, stunned, looking around blankly but unable to find anyone.

Never mind, let's go back to the family first. I wonder how much the Abraham family has declined.

Ugh.

In the afternoon, Bayam.

Ocean Breeze Hotel.

"Mr. Ron, where have you been?"

"My goddess, I thought you'd left me to go find another woman!"

Inside room 3024, Audrey Hall put down her fountain pen and looked at the boy who had suddenly appeared. Her slightly anxious heart suddenly relaxed.

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"How could that be!? I just went out to take care of some urgent business."

The little fish immediately felt extremely guilty, its golden head almost leaving afterimages as it nodded, clearly knowing that its behavior was far from moral.

After all, he never expected that simply borrowing the uniqueness of the Red Moon would end up with something like that happening with the little she-wolf.

It's really moisturizing and feels really good, but he still has to bear the consequences himself in the end.

"Yeah?"

The noblewoman was somewhat suspicious; as a "psychologist," she felt that something was amiss.

"Really! Audrey, you have to believe me!"

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I never said I didn't believe you, Mr. Ron. What are you hiding?

Thinking this to herself, the blonde, blue-eyed lady suddenly stood up, moved her beautiful legs encased in long, straight trousers, and sniffed Ron.

This bold and alluring gesture caused a slight blush to spread across her delicate face. Although she had already expressed her feelings to her admirer and Ron had responded, Audrey still felt shy and nervous.

Hmm, am I now Mr. Ron's girlfriend? Or fiancée? Or perhaps a nun serving God?

How should this be interpreted?

"She has a different kind of femininity!"

Suddenly, the noble lady raised her voice, startling the little fish so much that he stopped breathing for a moment.

He actually went to find another woman!?

Am I not pretty enough? Or am I not gentle enough? Or am I not attractive enough to you?

Without the blond boy needing to say much, the blue-eyed girl only needed to use a little trickery to know the final outcome.

"Pah, what a scumbag!"

Who would confess their feelings to a girl and then go out and fool around with other women at night?!

Although she said she didn't care about Ron's philanthropy, she couldn't help but feel jealous when it actually happened.

Audrey puffed out her cheeks and glared fiercely at Ron, while reaching out to rub the blond boy's face repeatedly, as if to see just how thick-skinned he was.

Although Ron felt guilty, he was not to be outdone. He pressed his palm against the noble lady's fair and smooth face, causing her puffed-up face to deflate.

The two exchanged blows, countering each other's moves, and eventually even resorted to fighting techniques, wrestling from the hotel's spacious living room into the bedroom with its large bed.

White pillows flew around and landed on Ron's face, while the bed sheets rolled Audrey, who had long, curly blonde hair, into a caterpillar.

The noblewoman arched her back as if trying to escape Ron's clutches, but unfortunately, the blond boy had already grabbed her ankle.

Suddenly, Audrey felt her feet loosen, and her neatly worn shoes and socks came off in an instant.

Then, a slightly cold hand pinched the constantly bending and struggling toes, wandering over the soft, white and pink spaces between the toes and the soles of the feet that had never been touched by anyone.

"Hahahaha. Mr. Ron, no, it tickles! Hahahahaha!"

After begging for mercy for nearly ten minutes, the boy and girl finally stopped their playful fight and lay down on the bed together.

"Mr. Ron, the girl has been buried, and although Mr. Maining has not yet recovered from his grief, I found him this morning, comforted him, and prevented some terrible things from happening."

"You paid for the funeral?"

Ignoring the noble lady's resistance, Ron pulled her into his arms and asked without any curiosity, as if he had expected it.

"Yes, Mr. Maining is a local from Bayam. I secretly let him find 50 pounds, hoping it will help him get through this difficult time."

"Mr. Ron, do you think I did the right thing? Enduring loneliness alone doesn't seem like something that can be easily dealt with."

Audrey was referring to the pitiful middle-aged man she had encountered at the Red Theatre the day before. Her tone was somewhat confused, as if she was beginning to doubt her own actions.

"Audrey, you just need to do the right thing."

"That's a good quality. What I like most about you is your kindness, and you shouldn't doubt it."

To be able to do this much clearly exceeds the average moral standard of nobles.

Ron rubbed his head full of blond hair and continued:

"You should be digesting the potion as soon as possible, accumulating the necessary experience, and becoming an angel. Isn't that what you ran away from home for?"

"Believe me, when you reach a high enough level, the problems that are bothering you now will no longer be problems, and you can solve them with ease!"

The noblewoman nodded upon hearing this, then fell into a long silence.

You can't get fat in one bite; she has to start from the very basics.

Uphold justice, hunt down evil!

"Oh no, I was so busy burying that poor girl at noon that I forgot to feed Susie!"

Suddenly, Audrey slapped her forehead and finally remembered the poor golden retriever locked in the next room.

She's no longer a pampered young lady, and Susie has lost her comfortable life of being waited on hand and foot.

She strained her back and stood up, about to put on her shoes and socks, when she saw a furtive golden retriever eavesdropping on her and Ron's conversation at the bedroom door.

Susie? When did she appear?!

"Um, Susie, what would you like to eat? Fish, or steak or pork chops? We're on an island, there's no dog food sold here."

The noblewoman's face flushed red instantly. Susie was now a smart dog; if she saw her being intimate with Mr. Ron, it wouldn't make any difference whether anyone else saw it or not.

"Woof! Audrey, I don't know why, but seeing you two makes me stop eating!"

(End of this chapter)