Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 479 Ron's Night Party "Mr. Fool" (3.1K)

The boy's words were like a thunderclap, startling the elf so much that she trembled violently and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

What's the use of crying?

"No, no way! The Elf King has been clearly recorded as having been dead for a long time. How could this be? Besides, I am His descendant!"

Winchester's expression completely spiraled out of control. Her bright features lost their usual harmony in panic, and even her limbs trembled uncontrollably, leaving her limp and slumped on the bed.

"Ah, believe in the power of the gods, but do not believe in their mercy."

Seeing the believer's panicked expression, Ron spoke solemnly, then added:

"The Elf King conquers north and south, spreading the glory of the elves, and you, in your dreams, also conquer north and south, spreading the glory of the elves."

"If it weren't for me, Goshinam would probably have forcibly corrupted you, distorted your mind, changed your beliefs, and lured you to search for the remnants of your bloodline, ultimately causing the Elf King to awaken again within you. Otherwise, why do you think I slapped him so many times?"

"You really think I'm bored?"

"Even after I explicitly warned Him, He still dared to attack in secret. I've already shown mercy by not killing Him outright!"

"Only when those in positions of power in this world are beaten into submission, terrified, and stripped of their dignity can they obediently act like dogs and dare not harbor any ulterior motives."

No one knows more about training those in high positions than Ron.

Even someone as powerful as the "Goddess of the Night" was eventually tamed and subdued, wasn't she?

Winchester stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, at Ron in disbelief, as if he were looking at a terrifying monster or a madman without reason.

"Then, then, why did you help me? I don't have any money to give you."

"I'm just a nobody, why are you keeping a close eye on me?"

The next second, she finally asked the question that had been weighing on her mind for so long, her voice trembling and stammering.

Didn't you beg me to help you?

You're supposed to be very devout, so why don't I recognize you when you're standing right in front of me?

Ron smirked, clearly aware that most of his actions would tarnish the divine image, so he didn't even strike a single blow, and chuckled as he said:

"You are my servant; if I don't side with you, who else should I side with?"

"No, it should be called a pet now."

Winchester's horrified expression froze instantly. Recalling the dream and everything that had happened on the White Agate, he felt the boy's unfathomable image suddenly shatter, and the familiar sense of provocation seemed to return.

That's just right!

The elf clenched his fists tightly under the covers, his anger overflowing, as if he would risk his life to punch the despicable man in front of him at any moment.

"Look, you're in such a hurry again."

Ron didn't care, of course. He just chuckled, turned around, pushed open the door, and left.

However, before leaving, he added a meaningful remark.

"The more you resemble the Elf King, the more likely He is to awaken in your consciousness. The deep-seated connection in your blood is not glory but a curse."

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Winchester fell silent for a good ten seconds before she murmured softly:

"Thank you, thank you so much for telling me so much, thank you for your help just now."

"Wait, wait until we find the Elf King's legacy, then I'll give you seven, no, I'll give you ninety percent!"

"I must keep the remaining tenth to donate to the church!"

She emphasized this point, seemingly to prove that she was not a greedy elf, but that giving Ron ninety percent was the maximum concession she could make.

What's the difference?

Ron gave a helpless groan, didn't answer, and slammed the door shut, leaving Winchester in the room in a daze, along with a golden retriever that was sleeping soundly and didn't notice anything.

"They dare to lay a finger on my followers; they're asking for trouble."

By the time Ron returned to his room, it was already late at night.

Since using the anchor to overturn the "Primordial Creator," Ron has been quite amiable towards his followers—no, his leeks.

Their main business is taking people's money and solving their problems.

However, the elf's situation is somewhat special. Her goal almost overlaps with Ron's, so it's not incomprehensible that Lord Ron would be biased under these circumstances.

After stretching again, the boy was about to go back to bed when he heard a series of prayers in his ear.

He initially thought it was the elf lady's usual praise, but upon closer listening, he realized that the prayer sounded like a male voice.

Ron pointed his finger down at the prayer lights in front of him and saw a luxury suite, and inside the suite, Gehrman Sparrow.

I haven't even contacted you yet, and you've already contacted me?

Why are you nagging me so late at night instead of sleeping?!

The blond boy's eye twitched. Through the connection of the prayer light, he saw Danitz next door, who looked ashen-faced, and immediately understood what had happened.

That hunter was so stupid as to chant the name of the primordial moon himself!

Although it was done under duress and inducement.

Although it was a surprise attack that came right after they arrived in Bayam, it was indeed both stupid and unlucky.

What's stupid is why they didn't say so earlier, even though two days had already passed; what's unfortunate is that this was indeed an undeserved disaster.

As the instigator of all this, Klein naturally felt guilty and could only pretend to mention the existence of Mr. Fool so that Danitz could chant the name of the "King of Yellow and Black" and thus use the "Source Castle" to purify it.

However, Mr. Fool's abilities are limited, and he can't tell whether it's effective or not, which is why we're in this situation now.

Outsourcing? Was this how it could be done?

Ron was amazed and opened the window to head to the hotel a few blocks away.

Since Klein has spoken, we can't just ignore him, can we?

"Mr. Ron, which wing are you going to see tonight?"

At this moment, the noble lady, rubbing her emerald green eyes, suddenly spoke up. She was leaning against the door, her silk nightgown loose and flowing, and through the moonlight, one could even see the perfect figure wrapped inside.

"Well"

Upon hearing this, Ron's expression froze, and a sudden sense of unease, as if he had been caught red-handed, welled up inside him.

No, why am I nervous? I'm going to see Klein to take care of serious business!

"No, Audrey, I'm going to take care of important business!" the boy said righteously.

"So, Mr. Ron's real business is sneaking into Miss Winchester's room in the middle of the night and secretly opening the window instead of using the front door?"

The noblewoman chuckled and teased, but as a mature viewer, she could still sense the boy's sincerity even if Ron wasn't deliberately deceiving her.

However, when it comes to romance, those who know, know.

"Oh dear, I wonder which young lady Mr. Ron will be visiting tonight. Is she more charming than me?"

These words made the noblewoman blush.

Frankly speaking, given Audrey's upbringing, she would have kept such explicit words to herself at most. However, facing this young man who often made her take off her mask, she didn't mind being honest with him and destroying her flawless yet incredibly fake exterior.

Would you believe me if I told you it was a man?

In the ensuing silence, Ron didn't dare to say a word.

After a few seconds, the handsome young man smiled and looked at the noble lady, teasingly saying:

"Audrey, this doesn't sound like something you would say, and sleeping in the same room as me isn't a choice a reserved noblewoman would make."

Before he could finish speaking, the noble lady puffed out her cheeks and said rather angrily;

"I'm an adult now, not a little girl who can make decisions for myself, besides..."

You've gone out to find other wings behind my back, how can I not keep an eye on you?

She said she'd only say half, then shyly stuck out her tongue and slammed the bedroom door shut.

I really am going to find a man.

Women are sometimes really hard to understand.

"Damn it, who knew they had some kind of magical hypnotic concoction, and they even made me unconsciously recite the name of the Primordial Moon!"

"If you hadn't used your special divination method, I wouldn't even have known! This is such a rip-off!!!"

"Damn it, Gehrman, am I going to die?"

You don't need to put "dog shit" and "German" together; I can tell what you're implying.

"You have already recited the name of my Lord and received a response; there is nothing to worry about."

In fact, I have already helped you get outside help.

Klein maintained his indifferent demeanor, inwardly cursing, even though he had just been terrified and covered in sweat.

If he hadn't made it a habit to go above the gray fog to summarize after the battle, he might have overlooked this point, leading to terrible consequences.

What good is dog shit? It can only protect me for a short time, not for a lifetime. Those who are protected by the official extraordinary beings because of their contact with evil gods may not show any abnormalities in the short term, but they will inevitably become twisted and die a miserable death in the long run.

Besides, "the Fool" doesn't sound like a good person either.

I haven't even had a chance to enjoy my property yet!!!

Danitz paced around on the floor, his face growing increasingly bitter, until finally, when he looked at the powerful adventurer with an expressionless face, he was like a deflated balloon.

"You piece of shit!"

"You're a man with facial paralysis, you'll never find a wife in your life, you poor wretch, you deserve to be single forever."

Suddenly, he mustered his courage and muttered something to himself, seemingly wanting to be tough before he died.

You've gone too far! Why are you even resorting to personal attacks?!

Hearing this, Klein cried out in his heart that he was wronged, but outwardly he still maintained his expressionless, stoic face.

Just as Danitz's muttering grew louder and his arrogance increased,

Gehrman Sparrow suddenly smirked and glanced coldly at the pirate worth 3000 pounds.

"I was originally thinking of finding an angel to take a look at you in person, but I've realized there's no need for that now!"

???

What? An angel?!

You, a mere pirate general, actually managed to summon an angel?

You actually summoned an angel for me?!

You're not so cold-hearted, are you?

Upon hearing this, Danitz's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He was actually a little touched, and he wanted nothing more than to slap himself across the face.

They went to great lengths to ask angels for your help, and you were just standing there cursing them.

I am no good at all!

"Uh, hehehe, is it the one from the White Agate?" Danitz rubbed his hands together and asked with an awkward smile.

"right!"

In fact, He is not just an angel; you owe me a huge favor. Sigh, my debt is about to grow even larger.

(End of this chapter)