Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 484 Remnants of the Former Dynasty, Renette Tinicul (6.2K)

"Reflection on the sea, reflection"

Ron pondered the word carefully, and an interesting idea immediately came to mind.

His gaze pierced through the "Book of Calamities," looking directly at the spirit of the "Queen of Calamities" within, and discovered that this widow of the Elf King was actually quite beautiful.

Her face possessed a unique elegance and nobility, radiating a bright and cheerful glow, with a hint of alluring charm in her eyes and brows.

Please don't misunderstand, Ron isn't the kind of indiscriminate small fry.

He was simply puzzled by some questions.

"In the Second Era, when all the extraordinary species grew up in a way that was completely distorted, why do all the elves have this distinctive feature? This doesn't fit the characteristics of the Stormpath at all!"

Looking again at Winchester, a hundred meters away, with his long, dark blue hair tinged with black and his eyes a deep blue that seemed to flash with lightning, Ron couldn't help but ask curiously:

"I have a question for you. When you were doing *that* with the Elf King, did you see him have a penis?"

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What kind of talk is that?

Such vulgar words, which no deity would utter, left Goshinam stunned for over a minute.

Listen to this, is this something a deity would ask his subordinates?

Is this a question that a proper deity would even think of?

Even if it's sexual harassment in the "workplace," isn't this happening way too fast?

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The Elf Queen remained silent, not daring to respond to Ron's words, fearing that this despicable fellow who even beat a widow might do something else outrageous.

"You lowly creatures are such a nuisance, always judging me with prejudice. Do you really think I'm that kind of person?"

Seeing this, Ron immediately understood what the elf was thinking and shouted loudly to prove his innocence.

He took a deep breath and then asked in an academic tone:

"I mean, does the Elf King have any feminine characteristics?"

Elves are generally good-looking, so Ron suspected that Sonia Solem, as a tyrannical ancient god, might have other characteristics mixed in with her.

The only ones who can use reflections or mirror images to create space are "doors," "witches," and Ron's authority over "space."

My authority is unlikely...

Lord Ron's nature is such that anyone who eats him, except with his permission, will die—a lesson learned through blood and tears by those who tried it during the Dark Ages.

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The way you put it, I thought you had some kind of unusual fetish.

Goshinam silently took a breath, feeling that this deity was even more troublesome than the hot-tempered Elf King. After pondering for a moment, he cautiously replied:

"No, I'm absolutely certain that there are no female characteristics whatsoever."

"Does he have authority over matters concerning the spirit world?"

Adjusting his black sunglasses, the boy asked again.

"No, no, that's a power reserved for Greta Garley, the progenitor of the phoenix. The king has always looked down on her!"

"Always looked down on you? You're so cool, you fit my aesthetic perfectly."

In Ron's logic, this was quite wise foresight; it was better to discriminate against power that was as worthless and despicable as death.

"Then how did He create the Elven Royal Court?"

"Of course...of course, if the king says it's there, then it's there!"

"You didn't know, did you?"

His golden eyes sharpened, and his tone became suspicious.

"Uh, I'm not one of the original spirits."

Well, what a pointless question!

Ron rolled his eyes at such guilty words.

You piece of trash, what else do you know?

And you still have the nerve to say that the Elf King has never hidden any secrets from you?

"As expected of the 'tyrant' approach, they never concern themselves with such trivial matters."

Ron curled his lips into a sarcastic remark, then closed the Book of Calamities, ignoring the Calamity Queen's explanations, and conveyed the news of another useless general joining his ranks to his followers via oracle.

Ron's power is now mainly concentrated in the former site of the West Bayron Highlands Kingdom, since this territory is the easiest to maintain and develop.

The former Highland Kingdom occupied nearly a third of the southern continent, and its territory was almost equal in size to that of the Kingdom of Fennepot.

This has led to a significant shortage of manpower, leaving them only able to manage domestic affairs, while expansion outwards is truly beyond their capabilities.

Although Lord Ron's prayers for children were very effective, it was not enough to cause the birth rate in the territory to skyrocket in just over half a year.

Only a sound economic system, a rational social structure, and a comfortable living environment can significantly stimulate the creation of new anchors.

"The founding of the nation will only take two months; time really flies!"

Bringing his thoughts back, Ron began to ponder matters concerning the Elf King, Sunia Solem.

Now, there are more and more suspicious points about this guy who died too young. No matter how you look at it, it seems like he has a big secret. Moreover, Ron has asked Adam about this issue in his spare time.

However, the other party stated that at the time, He was only thinking about killing, killing, killing, and had no idea to explore the stories behind each ancient god.

You deserve to die quickly, you useless old thing.

Evening, Bayam.

Klein pushed open the window of his hotel room and stretched out his palm to feel the raging wind and rain outside.

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. Even though Ron has brought it to the brink of collapse, even though I reported it to the Storm Church, the Sea God Kavituva can still put up a final stand..."

"No, most likely the kid simply doesn't care about this sea serpent, otherwise, with his abilities, he would have already solved all the problems..."

Recalling how Ron raised his hand and grasped the power that caused the world to change drastically and the sun and moon to lose their light on the White Agate, Klein always felt that the boy now and the boy back then were two different people.

One is such a dog, the other is so handsome.

"No, how could Ron be handsome? If the conditions were right, I suspect he'd do something like kicking down a widow's door at night. Could that be some kind of divine power?"

To achieve their goals, they disregard worldly opinions.

Taking a deep breath of the slightly salty sea breeze, Gehrman Sparrow closed the window and stared sharply at "Flame" Danitz.

Hey, what are you looking at me for?!

"Uh, is there anything else I need to do?" he asked earnestly.

"It's nothing, why don't you leave?"

Gehrman Sparrow's words remained cold, and Danitz was stunned for a long time before he understood what the mad adventurer meant.

Yeah, why didn't I leave sooner?

Once I dealt with the cultists and divided the spoils, I could have left. We were just collaborators!

"Flame" Danitz scratched his head, completely baffled by the matter, unable to understand why he had unknowingly become a servant.

And it's quite amazing that it actually went out of its way to get involved.

"Um, can I leave now?"

He suppressed his excitement at the urge to slap his thigh and, like a servant asking his master for leave, hesitated and asked in a low voice.

"It's not possible now."

Klein resisted the urge to curl his lips into a smile, remaining expressionless and speaking in an unusually flat tone.

Why?

"Because you're about to raise your price, you're a qualified prisoner."

Bullshit, don't you know why I increased the bounty?!

Upon hearing this, Danitz was stunned.

He wanted to shout a rebuke, but Gehrman Sparrow's next words made him swallow his rebuttal.

"Do you have a way to contact your captain?"

What does he mean by that? Is he trying to lure the captain over by using me?

He wanted to get back at the captain?

You piece of shit, you won't get away with this!

The image of Edwina Edwards dressed as a maid inexplicably appeared in his mind. The fourth boatswain, Vice Admiral Iceberg, paled and exclaimed:

"No, don't even think about making a move on our captain!"

Danitz was very wary and took a very tough stance, managing to hold his own against Gehrman Sparrow's dominance.

However, a few seconds later he weakly explained:

"The Golden Dream is too far from Bayam; it's impossible to contact them by ordinary means or wireless telegraph..."

"So...so..."

As he spoke, he secretly glanced at Gehrman Sparrow.

Seeing that the other party remained cold and expressionless, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, he was genuinely afraid that this madman would shoot him without saying a word.

I thought you could keep being tough, but I didn't expect you to back down so quickly...

Klein chuckled inwardly, then pondered a second possibility.

Finding a suitable boat to search for mermaids is not an easy task. In Ron's own words, that sea area is quite dangerous for a small fry like him, and ordinary boats are definitely not suitable.

"Does your captain have a messenger? I can communicate with her privately through correspondence."

What?! Privately?! They even wrote letters?! And even communicated?!

What do you want to do?!

Don't push your luck!

"No! Our captain doesn't have a messenger! And nobody on our ship has a messenger!"

Upon hearing this, Blazing Danitz immediately became anxious, staring intently at Gehrman Sparrow as if guarding against a thief.

"..."

This is really difficult. I wish I had my own messenger...

The idea lingered in Klein's mind from the moment it appeared.

His brown eyes flickered slightly, and ignoring Danitz, who was intently watching him, he went to the washroom once again.

Klein remembered that Ron had a messenger.

"Perhaps I can ask him how to obtain a messenger..."

Half an hour later...

"Here you are, you stingy crab boss, this is the master's reply."

Habaka pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, his single, vertical eye looking at Klein with particular disdain, clearly still holding a grudge about paying for the potion last time.

The term "crab boss" was given to it by the other party.

Crab my ass!

Am I that petty?

I clearly didn't take any money from you in the end, okay?

Klein's eyes widened in shock, stung by the cruel words.

However, before he could even gather his thoughts, the messenger, with his single vertical eye and overall resemblance to a roguish boss, vanished, leaving Klein standing there dumbfounded.

slam-la-

With a blank expression, Ron opened his reply, and after reading only the first sentence, a tic-tac-toe mark appeared on the mad adventurer's forehead.

[Go to the spirit world and catch it yourself. You can have any type you want. Surely no one can't do that? Really? Really?]

If you shout "Klein Moretti is a weakling!" three times in front of me and kiss my feet, I might just give you one!

You bastard!

Skipping over this pointless nonsense, Klein turned the letter over and finally saw some serious information.

This includes, but is not limited to, precautions on how to conduct the ceremony, what incantations are most suitable for oneself, and how to fill out the contract.

At the end, Ron specifically reminded everyone:

[You can use the position of the Source Castle to establish a contract. If you, in your despicable nature, do not wish to abide by the contract, you can tell me, and I will help you change it.]

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"The contract signed by Source Castle can be changed? Doesn't that mean if Ron really becomes inhuman, no one in this world can stop him?"

After a moment of silence, Klein burned the letter, threw it into the toilet, and flushed it.

Now that "Kavituwa" still has some spare capacity, there's no need to rush if he wants to take advantage of the situation. He just needs to be one step ahead of the Storm Church. And Klein naturally can't be idle in his spare time, so he decided to try "recruiting" messengers.

A fierce wind raged and torrential rain poured down; the divine power of the sea god reached the capital of the Rothschild Islands and radiated to some of the surrounding islands.

"Um, are we going to Sonia Island next?"

In a not-so-high-class hotel room, the elf looked at Ron with anticipation, as if she wanted the words "You're going to carry me to victory" written all over her face.

"No, we want to go to the Ancient Elf Island!"

Ron answered calmly.

The elf girl froze for a moment, then shouted loudly in dissatisfaction:

"Isn't that still Sonia Island?"

What's the difference between these two? One is the ancient name, and the other is the modern name.

"Ha, the difference is huge; one is the past, and the other is the present."

Ron thought that instead of investigating them one by one, it would be better to go back in time, grab Sunia Solem by the collar, and ask her if there were any secrets and how she came out of the Western Continent.

However, this behavior has some side effects, as it alters existing history.

Meanwhile, in the Western Continent, there was a guy who could turn the real into the fake and the fake into the real, which made Ron somewhat hesitant to use such a powerful, brick-throwing method to achieve his goal.

Because the Celestial Venerable also controls history, the "King of Time and Space," while not as powerful as Ron's "King of Kings of Time and Space," is still formidable.

Once Ron changes history, the Lord of Mysteries will definitely notice immediately. Given His status, who knows how many more variables will be added?

"So, we have to do something for Him!"

"Since Atlantis doesn't exist now, I must go back to find it; it's only a matter of time."

Although he thought this way, figuring out how to cause trouble for the Heavenly Venerable was still a problem. If he wanted to put the "Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Prosperity" in a difficult situation in a short time, there was only one possibility.

This caused all the source matter of the Western Continent to riot, and all of it was directed at Him.

Only in this way can a pillar be so overwhelmed that they have no time to care about anything else.

Seeing the boy's expression turn serious, the noble lady dried the golden retriever and offered her opinion.

"Mr. Ron, perhaps you could broaden your thinking and see if any other ancient gods discovered and recorded the Elf King's secret?"

"Take, for example, the 'Giants King' Olmir of the Second Age."

She meant that they were searching for some lost history, which might contain some hidden clues, and the Silver City where Little Sun lived had a high probability of preserving these.

The idea was wonderful, but reality was cruel.

Her understanding was too limited to comprehend Ron's predicament, which left the boy feeling somewhat disappointed.

A relationship between partners is not just a purely physical one, or something that can be maintained for a lifetime with just a kiss.

At the very least, the difference in their levels must be acceptable.

I remember asking the Earth Mother Goddess, but she was very stubborn and wouldn't tell me no matter how much I hit her.

Ron nodded silently to himself and began to ponder how to deal with the "Hidden Sage".

"Perhaps I should pretend to be weaker and try chanting His name?"

Late at night, Bayam.

"One gold coin for each message delivered."

Klein's lips twitched slightly as he looked at the four heads he was holding and uttered a sentence that struck straight to his soul.

A gold coin is worth a whole pound, why don't you just rob it?

"Ahem, is there anything else you require?"

He asked rather cautiously if there were any additional charges or rose-themed packages, then he would end the summoning and restart the ceremony.

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The four identical heads with blond hair and red eyes, bright appearances, were silent for a moment, then blinked and stared straight at Klein, as if confirming something.

"If...there's...any...way...to...help me find the body parts."

"I will help you as payment."

The four strikingly beautiful heads spoke up one after another, making a request that Klein hadn't expected.

Is this what Leonard often refers to as the treatment of a protagonist?

He silently mocked himself, then asked as if to confirm:

"Where can we find the pieces of your body?"

Seeing that this guy, who possessed the aura of a great ruler above the spirit realm, did not refuse, Renette Tinicul felt slightly relieved.

"Fragments...are in the hands of the Rose School; they may be obtained by defeating demigods."

what?

Klein immediately looked troubled.

Sister, even if I could, let alone whether I could, that little brat would tear me apart!

"Is it the one who believes in the god of time and space?"

He carefully confirmed this, silently reciting Ron's name in his heart, and dialed the hotline to report the incident.

Although it's not very ethical, Ron and he are best buddies.

"yes!"

As soon as Renette Tinicul finished speaking, a boyish voice, tinged with a touch of immaturity, rang out in the room.

"Klein, you single dog, couldn't you have called me during the day? Why did you have to call me at night?"

Even though he was far away on Simim Island, Klein's thoughts still caught Ron's attention.

Ron was furious when he discovered that this guy was casually beckoning to him when there was no real danger.

One second I was whispering sweet nothings to the noble lady and about to kiss her, and the next second I was interrupted by the "incoming call". How annoying!

"Hey? Klein, not bad. Is this your messenger? How about we switch?"

The boy appeared in Klein's bedroom, where he was alone. As soon as he appeared, he met the gazes of eight eyes in front of him.

"What are you looking at?"

The first three heads of Renette Tinicul spoke in turn, while the last head did not speak, but merely opened its mouth.

Upon seeing this, Ron immediately laughed and opened his little mouth to imitate it perfectly:

"What are you going to do about it?"

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Upon hearing this, the four bright and elegant heads frowned slightly, seemingly a little angry.

"It's very impolite to mimic other people's speech."

Ron completely ignored the reprimand; he immediately raised an eyebrow and continued to imitate, word by word:

"That's how I always talk. You're being too nosy."

"You...you...you..."

These words left Renette Tinicul speechless with anger. All eight of her eyes were fixed on Klein, causing the adventurer to break out in a cold sweat.

"You don't know who He is!?"

Klein pointed at Ron, noticing a blind spot.

"Why should I... want to know about this annoying guy?"

"Ron, do you know who she is?"

"Aren't all beings in the spirit world the same?"

"They don't even qualify me to observe them closely!"

The boy shook his head, revealing a look of utter disdain; his prejudice against the old Celestial Venerable ran deep in his bones.

"You're not allowed to mimic my speech!"

"Go to school. Go to school, what are you going to do about it?"

Seeing the boy's face, Renette Tinic was furious. Blood gushed from the severed neck, staining her dark, gothic dress crimson.

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Klein was speechless for a moment; this scene was something he had never imagined.

In his imagination, this spirit creature named Renette Tinicul might have some grudge against Ron, or she might be a pitiful spirit creature being bullied by a boy.

After all, it's clear that the body parts are in the hands of the "Rose School," which makes it hard not to have doubts.

Whether it's calling on Ron to deal with the hidden danger, or giving this despicable bullying boy a good lesson, it's all within Klein's consideration.

However, he overlooked the possibility that neither of them knew the other.

"Don't think I can out-argue you just because you talk a lot. Your speaking frequency is the same everywhere."

"Pah! Pah! Pah! Despicable! Shameless! Vulgar!"

Seeing the argument escalating, Klein inexplicably hardened up and took two steps forward, quickly shutting up the blond boy's foul mouth.

"Stop arguing! It's all a misunderstanding!"

This despicable fellow perfectly absolved himself of his fault, immediately changing the subject with a smile:

Let me introduce you both.

"This is Ms. Renette Tinicul, an excellent messenger."

Klein pointed to the "ancient evil creature" still spurting blood from its neck cut and enthusiastically introduced it, while secretly pinching Ron's arm to tell the guy to stop embarrassing him.

The boy was very honest; upon hearing the name, he immediately froze on the spot.

"Damn, Renette Tinicul, isn't that the teacher who raised Sharon?"

"How could He be summoned by this poor wretch as a messenger!?"

The little fish's head exploded with a loud bang before he realized that he seemed to have done something stupid.

Ron simply couldn't imagine how Renette Tinicul would complain about him and say bad things about him when Sharon met her teacher.

This isn't to say that the dignified Lord Ron is afraid of his wife (laughs), but rather that Miss Wraith is extremely stubborn and the kind of person who can't be coaxed no matter what.

It's already difficult enough to appease a noble lady or a nobody, let alone add a cold and stubborn vengeful spirit. How can anyone live like this?

"Ms. Renette Tinicul, this..."

Before Klein could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the boy grip his arm tightly.

Ron quickly removed his sunglasses, a pleased smile playing on his lips. He pulled a monocle made of crystal from his pocket and said in a rather cheerful voice:

"Hello ma'am, I think I don't need to introduce myself. Wasn't the prank just now quite amusing?"

Ron Sothos is a piece of trash!!!

(End of this chapter)