Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 478 Elf King, I will raise your wife and descendants (3K)

"What kind of expression is that? You're not satisfied with the slap I gave you?!"

Lord Ron was a kind man, and his greatest skill was doing to others what he would not have them do to him.

It means that if I'm unhappy, I'll definitely beat you up.

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"No, I was just listening attentively to your teachings."

After giving the elf, who had already become a lackey and was now betraying his master and ancestors, a fierce glare, Goshinam honestly replied.

Ha, just like Leodorus, so shameless, he won't learn his lesson until he's beaten.

Ignoring the Queen of Calamities' petty tricks, Ron quickly got to the point and said casually:

"You are Queen Goshinam of the Elves."

The fact that he used a declarative sentence was not a difficult secret for Ron to discern.

However, upon hearing this, the Queen of Calamities' face immediately darkened.

In this mysterious and dangerous world, revealing one's identity is not a pleasant thing. Sometimes, even a tiny mistake can cause an angel to fall.

How could He know?!

I clearly severed my special abilities and concealed them using my spatial abilities, so even a true god couldn't know.

Does He possess omniscience, foresight, or authority in the spiritual realm?

Is He warning me not to have any ulterior motives?

Seeing the boy's certainty, Goshinam felt a chill run down his spine. His azure pupils suddenly dilated, and he lowered his head even further.

After all, Ron had only been in contact with Him for a few minutes, yet he was able to guess His identity with such certainty, and not that of any other high elf.

this.

True God? Ancient God?

"At your service, sir."

If given the opportunity, I would prefer to express myself more subtly, rather than so directly.

The boy's true nature was revealed at this moment, making the Elf Queen feel troubled, and at the same time, she had a growing idea of ​​currying favor with him.

That's how the mysterious world works; you need connections to survive there.

"Hmph, very well, I'll ask you, does the Elf King have any little secrets you don't know?"

Ron paused here, feeling that asking this question might disrupt the harmony of the couple's relationship, so he frowned slightly, focused on the key point, and asked again:

"What I mean is, as the Elf King's wife, have you discovered any of His unspeakable secrets, or found that He is secretly doing something outrageous behind your back?"

"You mean those secrets where, even in death, you erase all traces before you die?"

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You don't need to explain in such detail.

Although she knew in her heart that Ron was asking about the Western Continent, the Elf Queen's eyelids still twitched involuntarily.

He suspected that if this guy hadn't been strong enough and high enough in rank, he would have been beaten up long ago for his behavior.

"The king has no habit of keeping records, nor are there any secrets that can be erased; He only has what He wants to say and what He doesn't want to say!"

"I am not one of the first elves. The king only told me that the origin of elves came from the western continent, and I know nothing else."

Hmm, I can tell the Elf King is a respectable man. Roselle, look at him.

A gentleman is open and magnanimous.

The boy muttered to himself, then glanced at the small elf who was dumbfounded upon learning Goshinam's identity.

"Did He leave anything behind before He was killed by the ancient sun god?"

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The Elf Queen suddenly clenched her fist, and her elegant and beautiful face became distorted.

What's the difference between asking me that and wishing my whole family dead?!

I'm so angry!

"Only some legacies were left behind, all of which are preserved within the Elven Royal Court, awaiting their descendants to retrieve them."

"In an age of strife, every race has its own secrets, things left behind by the king himself, which only elves with my blood and the king's blood can open."

At this point, Gohchinam paused for a moment, then shamelessly added:

"I know where it is!"

Upon hearing this, Winchester, unable to contain his inherited temper, immediately pointed at Gohchinam and shouted:

"Hey, what's the difference between you and me?!"

"A traitor who sells out his master for personal gain!"

"Queen of Calamity," the high-ranking queen of the Elven race, is this all?

How dare you scold me just now?

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Ron Sothos was completely stunned when he heard the Elf Lady's outrageous statement.

Do you still know that you're selling out your master for personal gain?

Oh no, she's trying to curry favor with me, I'm the bad guy now!

After thinking for a moment, the boy ignored the new pet and slowly said in a calm voice, "I can hear everything you're planning right here in Backlund. You want me to save you and help you recover."

"Your Excellency, this is just a small favor for you. I believe you are a person of noble character and would not make things difficult for a loser like me who has lost her people, her husband, and even struggles to maintain her angelic status."

As soon as Goshinam finished speaking, the dream world became quiet, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

After a long while, just as he was sweating profusely and trying to find another reason to defend himself, he heard that heavenly youthful voice say:

"Very well, I hope you remember your promise. It won't take me much effort to kill you."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, without asking how or where to help, as if he already knew everything, he simply waved his hand, and the dark and deep dreamscape around him quietly shattered.

The crimson moon still hung high, its crimson hue seemingly even more intense, like bright red blood splattered across the land bathed in moonlight.

The fighting a few blocks away had long since ended, and this neighborhood, untouched by any damage, seemed to silently tell the story of the cultists' doom.

"ah"

Miss Elf suddenly sat up in bed, her forehead covered in sweat, her azure pupils, which seemed to flash with lightning, dilated continuously, as if she were reliving everything that had happened in her dream.

"It's incredible that she's the Elf Queen..."

"And that despicable fellow managed to enter my dream and render a god powerless?"

"By the God of Time and Space, this is terrifying! I'm doomed to be a servant for life."

Touching his pointed ears, Winchester Kyle's personality wasn't as reckless as he'd imagined; on the contrary, it concealed a great deal of sensitivity.

Is the Elf Royal Court the so-called "Atlantis"?

Where exactly is the homeland of the elves?

What kind of predicament did the Queen encounter that made her turn to that guy for help? Wasn't she afraid of unknowingly becoming his servant?

Also, who exactly is that despicable guy? I've never heard of him before.

Everything about elves tickled her curiosity like cat claws.

After all, she had never seen any of her kind with pointed ears since the elven settlement hidden in the mountains was destroyed.

Hmm. Okay, these things don't really concern me. Although I have elven blood, that's all ancient history. Ugh, this is so frustrating.

She rubbed her head in frustration, feeling as if the barrage of questions was about to burst her brain.

Although he often says that he will dedicate everything to the "God of Time and Space", he prays devoutly every day.

But at this critical juncture, Miss Kyle had absolutely no idea what to do.

After all, her faith was one-sided, and she didn't know any of the high-ranking members of this church of gods, let alone whether the "God of Time and Space" knew or not that He had an elf believer.

She pretended to be very familiar with this god only to scare Ron.

"Who knows if that brat has any designs on me? He's so powerful, this is the only way to keep him from going too far."

"Alas, great God of Time and Space, if you could truly hear my prayers, resolve the troubles of your devout believer, or even just give me a quick and accurate answer, I would gladly spend my entire life as a servant in a church."

The gods are ethereal and elusive; even divine pronouncements are often vague and ambiguous.

"What are you muttering about? Even if you're a servant, you have to see if they want you. Stop trying to freeload."

Just then, a voice came, and the elf lady's face showed obvious joy, as if she thought she had received a response.

However, as soon as she turned her head, she suddenly saw Ron standing by the window, and the joy on her face immediately disappeared, replaced by a look of disgust.

Out of fear of the boy's terrifying strength, the useless elf simply pointed to the note pasted on the door.

Humans and Ron are not allowed inside.

What a vengeful guy.

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As expected of her hot-tempered older sister, although she appears calm and rational on the outside, there's still a small chance that she'll lose her temper and do something reckless when she gets angry.

"Disrespecting those in high positions is not an excessive offense, even if it means being used as a human sacrifice."

Ron commented expressionlessly, noticing that the elf lady's face instantly drained of color, and her pointed ears twitched.

Fortunately, the boy didn't seem to care about that, and continued to speak in a heavy, authoritative statement:

"You have the blood of the Elf King in your veins, which is why you can feel that faint connection calling you back to the past."

what?

I've never been to school, don't try to fool me. I am a descendant of the Elf King.

Are you kidding me?

Winchester Kyle suddenly froze, unsure whether to feel doubt, excitement, or sadness.

"So you mean I'm also related to that Queen of Calamities by blood?"

At this moment, Miss Elf suddenly realized a serious problem: she seemed to have been pointing at her own family tree and cursing for days and nights.

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

"I was afraid you'd feel awkward, so I chose to tell you secretly; it's just politeness."

???

Now they're acting like human beings?!

Although Winchester was quite annoyed by Ron's inhuman behavior, he chose to keep it to himself.

Sigh, let's think about the good things. At least I have a long-standing royal bloodline.

Thinking of this, the elf raised her eyebrows, and a hint of her family's arrogance appeared in her eyes.

"How do you know I am a descendant of the Elf King?"

She boasted loudly with pride, her method so utterly clumsy that Ron couldn't bear to look at her.

The boy crossed his arms, pushed his sunglasses up his blond head, and looked at the elf with a pitying gaze.

After a long silence, he added quietly:

"This is not a good thing for you, as it means you may very well become the resurrected vessel for the Elf King."

(End of this chapter)