Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 475 Oxen and Horses are Mr. Fool (3.1K)

Evening, Bayam.

Alcohol is the most beloved and cheapest form of entertainment for men on the high seas.

Numb yourself, feel blissful, brag to all sorts of people, and vent all kinds of emotions.

Ron pushed open the door and entered a small tavern in the City of Generosity.

As soon as he entered, he was enveloped in the commotion.

The cacophony of sounds was like the hawking of vendors at a market or dock.

The drunkards were spitting as they argued heatedly, some even laughing heartily, thoroughly enjoying the pleasure brought by alcohol.

With a flicker of his golden eyes, Ron locked onto an adventurer wearing a top hat, with a gaunt, angular face and a hint of madness in his eyes.

At that moment, Gehrman Sparrow was leaning against the bar, leisurely sipping his rich, foamy beer, looking like he was thoroughly enjoying life.

I'm struggling at the front, while you're struggling to eat at the rear?

Seeing this poor wretch enjoying himself so much, Ron felt a pang of resentment.

Lao Tzu was engaged in a battle of wits and courage with "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" and "Fallen Mother Goddess," even risking his last resort and scheming against each other. He didn't even have time to eat, and you, as the person who caused all of this, are here drinking beer!?

Drink your sister!

You deserve to die!

Ron grew angrier and angrier. He kicked aside the drunkard in his way, rushed to the bar, and gave Gehrman Sparrow a hard shove.

Holy crap!?

Gehrman Spalona's refined yet mad face showed obvious surprise. He never expected that someone would slap him for no reason after he had already put on such a dangerous aura.

Is there no law left?

Although Klein was a kind and gentle young man, he couldn't stand being bullied like this. A dangerous smile appeared on his lips, and an indescribable madness surged in his brown eyes.

No matter who you are, today I'll show you what a crazy adventurer really is!

"You dare laugh?!"

Seeing that this poor wretch was unrepentant and even showed a despicable smile, Ron became even angrier and launched another big confrontation.

Damn it, I've been busy with you all this time and haven't even had a hot meal yet, and you dare to mock Lord Ron!

???

When did he arrive?!

Fortunately, I didn't make the first move, otherwise Gehrman Sparrow's reputation would have been ruined.

The familiar voice brought back painful memories for Gehrman Sparrow. His face stiffened abruptly, and he couldn't help but show a look of disgust. He then quickly picked up his glass and took a slow sip to cover up his embarrassment.

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"The kids are growing up, and they're starting to dislike their dad."

Seeing this, the blond boy pouted pitifully and started spouting irresponsible nonsense again.

"Get to the point. Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

The mad adventurer twitched his lips helplessly, ignoring the theatrical Ron, and instead filled himself with wariness.

He knew the kid's style all too well; sometimes he knew the kid was doing it on purpose, but he couldn't find any evidence.

"A glass of Chin Langchi, please!"

Ron tossed his long, golden hair past his ears, plopped down on the wooden chair in front of the bar, and licked his lips with his pink tongue.

"Keep the change, please!"

With a snap, a ten-pound note was slapped onto the bar counter in Klein's dazed gaze.

"No, I need your change!"

The mad adventurer instinctively raised his voice, making it go off-key.

This is all his hard-earned money!

Although these are all debts, they were all made up of commissions he made while he was in Backlund.

The last era was like cattle and horses, and this era is the same.

Sometimes, Klein genuinely felt that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" had rather poor judgment.

"Why are you so worried about my money?"

Nonsense, of course you won't feel the pain if it's not your money.

The Crazy Adventurer rolled his eyes, turned his head away, and decided to avoid seeing it altogether.

"Didn't you say you were going to deal with the followers of the Primordial Moon? Why are you drinking here?"

"Also, that elf should be following you, right?"

Just then, Klein suddenly felt a finger poking him.

Upon hearing this, the adventurer pondered for a moment, cautiously glancing around to make sure no one was paying attention to him, before whispering furtively:

"I'll deal with them tonight. Danitz has been following me around and I've treated him like an accomplice, so I'm sending him around as bait."

"Moreover, I have an unexpected helper."

After briefly explaining the situation, Gehrman Sparrow feigned curiosity and asked:

"Do you know why they're targeting me?"

Upon hearing this, Ron glanced at Klein from head to toe with his golden eyes, and scoffed disdainfully:

"Hmph, you're asking a question you already know the answer to."

So what? And then what?

Don't you even want to say anything?

Seeing that the boy made no further move, the despicable "Fool" gave up his attempt to get a photo together.

"That elf is at the Azure Wind Inn; I even paid for her to get a deluxe suite."

Yes, Danitz is my prisoner, and his money is my money!

"When you go to pick her up, don't forget to pay the room fee."

A dozen or so sols.

"Alger, your loyalty and faith have been seen by the Lord, and the information you provided is extremely valuable!"

"The belief in the primordial moon is a recent target of the church's crackdown!"

"Go with your plan, and may the storm be with you!"

Dressed in a storm priest's robe, the bishop, his muscles bulging, punched his left chest with his right fist, full of confidence for the night's mission.

May the storm be with you!

Alger Wilson returned the same greeting, while secretly wondering about the bishop's words.

The followers of the Primal Moon have remained relatively inactive and are mostly based in the Southern Continent. When did the Storm Church declare that it would deal with them?

Hmm, judging from Relton's expression, this is most likely a recent order. Otherwise, why would he listen to me? Only a major achievement could make him control his anger and impatience.

The captain of the Orchid Avenger's eyes flashed, and he began to analyze the situation carefully from different angles.

Why are they specifically targeting believers of the Primal Moon?

What kind of secret is hidden behind this?

"The world" also seems to be dealing with those cultists, hiss.

Could it be Him?!

He can actually influence the decisions of the Storm Church? Could it be that some high-ranking member of the Storm Church secretly believes in Him?!

No, no, no. In the Tarot readings, He explained that there are differences between deities. Could the "Lord of the Storms" also refer to His opinions in some way?

Upon imagining this, the burly man's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

That's absolutely right. The "world" is in Bayam, and the "fate" that accompanies it is definitely also in Bayam, and is also dealing with the believers of the primordial moon.

The "world" is just a small matter and not worth worrying about; the important thing is the one behind it.

If it weren't for Him, how could the "Church of Storms" have made such a resolute and swift decision to launch a major crackdown on the Primal Moon Faith?

No, perhaps Mr. Fool was also involved behind the scenes?

Is something big about to happen?

Alger's brainstorming was even more outrageous than Mr. Men's gossip, as he actually arrived at the correct answer from the wrong direction.

As for whether this matter has anything to do with Ron, it certainly does.

Enraged by him, the "Fallen Mother Goddess" coughed up blood against the barrier, frantically pounding on the crumbling structure, wishing she could engulf the entire planet. The seven gods naturally couldn't bear to watch this appalling scene, and the "Lord of Storms" was even more so.

If they can't deal with the "Fallen Mother Goddess," can't they at least deal with these believers?!

"You're really lucky. No matter where you are, the right choice is always more important than hard work."

At that moment, a strong sense of confidence suddenly welled up in Alger's heart. He felt as if he had glimpsed something of a higher level, completely different from those bishops and scapegoats who were always calculating their merits.

Ocean Breeze Hotel.

Ron didn't care about the actions of the original moon worshippers, and even if he knew, he had no interest in getting involved.

Mr. Men's matter has been settled. Now the most important thing is to find the passage to the Western Continent and think of a way to deal a severe blow to the Old Celestial Venerable.

Using the source material would likely be detected by the Celestial Venerable, and investigating how the Elf King came from the Western Continent and whether it was possible for him to sneak in was the most important thing.

"The primary goal is to find the origin of the spirits, and incidentally investigate matters related to source matter."

Having sorted out his next plan, Ron raised an eyebrow at the elf he had pulled over.

"You just said that since coming to Bayam, you often dream of a grumpy old woman who says your faith isn't strong enough?"

Actually, I personally think your faith is very strong; you practically tell me where you hide your secret stash of money every day.

Ron silently scoffed in his heart, but acknowledged the silly elf's piety.

"Yeah, what did the God of Time and Space do to her? I don't understand why she would say that either."

"She said the God of Time and Space is trash, a nobody she's never even heard of, definitely a small fry in the ocean. Daring to come to the Elf race to cheat them out of their faith, he's practically asking for death."

"And He made me convert to the Elf King and His Queen, the Queen of the Scourge, saying that if I didn't convert next time, he would kill me. Can you believe how unreasonable that is?"

With her long, deep blue hair and eyes that seemed to sparkle with electricity, Winchester poured out her grievances. Pointing to the dark circles under her eyes, she continued pitifully:

"This is what that old woman did, you have to help me!"

At this moment, the noble lady sitting in the high-backed chair glanced at the elf, then looked amusedly at Ron's gloomy face, and raised her hand slightly, asking curiously:

"Uh, Miss Winchester, your race is elves, so why did you choose to worship, uh, the God of Time and Space?"

"Is that even a question? Of course it'll make you rich!"

"I remember the missionary I met said that as long as you have a sincere faith, the god of time and space will scatter coins from the sky—all glittering gold coins!"

"Besides, it's already the Fifth Age, who still worships that outdated Elf King? I've believed in him since I was a child, and he's never given me a single fish!"

It's clear you're quite up-to-date. However, whether you can get rich depends on how hard Mr. "Fool" works.

The God of Time and Space rolled his eyes and let out a helpless sigh.

(End of this chapter)