Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 487 Mr. Ron is Lonely (6.6K)

Infiltrating the "Morse Penitentiary" is the best way for Ron to explore the future, and it is also the most efficient and successful way to capture the "Hidden Sage".

Frankly speaking, this evil god's authority is similar to Ron's in some ways, such as "peeping," "watching," and "observing" the river of fate.

Last time, the "Hidden Sage" sensed this danger, which is why he hurriedly slipped away, making Ron a step too late.

"Damn it, these bootleggers!"

Ron cursed inwardly, "Don't you guys have any skills of your own?"

Suppressing the slight upturn of his lips, the boy pretended to be aloof, completely ignoring the frustrated expression on Bernadette's face.

There's no one better than a father in this world. A child without a father is like a blade of grass. Even if he is bullied outside, he can only swallow his anger and pretend that nothing has happened, forcing a smile every day.

"Was I going a bit too far? I bullied the widow, and now I'm bullying an orphan."

For a moment, Ron suddenly felt a pang of conscience and slightly reprimanded himself, then raised his head slightly and said arrogantly:

"Well, I was just stating a possibility, and I don't like children who are not psychologically mature."

Are you talking about yourself?

Unexpectedly, a god high above, looking down upon the entire real world, is actually like a hunter on the high seas.

Bernadette was in a dilemma because, as someone who used the "Spy" pathway, she didn't have enough vocabulary to describe Ron's actions.

She exhaled, easing the tightness and pain in her chest, and remained calm as she spoke:

"This is not a difficult task for me; I can perfectly place you within the Morse Order."

Bernadette paused for a moment, hesitated again and again, and finally said hesitantly:

"I believe this compensation, plus a reasonable request, is insufficient to meet my needs. What other compensation would you like?"

She was worried that Ron would only put in the effort, given his initial performance, which made it hard for her to feel at ease.

"You?"

Upon hearing this, Ron curled his lip and sneered.

Listen to this, a demigod seriously asking a god what reward he needs? How much do you look down on me, Ron Sothos?

"I think you'd be a good fit for the Hunter class. What would you be willing to give in order for me to help you?"

"Dignity? Body? Sealed artifact? Or perhaps offer me your soul and flesh?"

"What I want, you can't give me; what you give me, I don't want."

For Ron at this moment, returning to wholeness was what he longed for, and his second longing was to discuss philosophy with like-minded people, organize knowledge, and spread the light of truth to every corner of the world.

It's not really fair to say they share the same ideals; they're essentially just those creatures or humans that Ron finds appealing.

Ron would be delighted if they could use the knowledge they had acquired from him to bring about drastic changes to the world.

This is not only proof of Ron's wisdom, but also a trivial pleasure in the long life of a god.

It's lonely at the top. If Ron doesn't humble himself and communicate with these weak creatures, he'll be very bored.

"Oh, you have everything you could want. To be honest, I'm lonely too."

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Alas, people at different levels of life see things from different perspectives. He doesn't care at all about the reward I offer. To Him, the world seems to have lost its meaning. Even humanity is just a repetitive history. With such detachment, isn't He afraid of losing control?

His divinity seems to have taken over, no, His "humanity" has also been preserved quite well.

Upon hearing this extremely mundane statement, the mysterious queen's eyelids twitched violently, but she didn't ask any more questions and stood obediently to the side.

At that moment, she felt like a farmer living hand to mouth, fantasizing that the emperor used a golden hoe to cut weeds and tend the fields every day.

"Sir, it's quite simple for you to join the Morse Order. I have a subordinate who is a mid-to-high-ranking member of the Morse Order. With her guarantee, infiltrating shouldn't be too difficult."

Run! Run fast!

That guy was definitely a demigod; even the captain didn't feel that kind of pressure from him on a higher level of life!

Misor King sprinted at top speed, skillfully navigating the various paths of Bayam. He would occasionally turn his head to peek behind him, afraid of seeing that nightmarish golden hair.

As an extraordinary individual who uses his brain a lot, he just acted like an idiot, getting into a conflict with someone whose background he didn't know. This is not his usual style at all!

"No, it's that guy's mouth that's infuriating. I need to get back to the Black Death as soon as possible and tell the captain about this!"

With a glint in his eyes, the "eloquent one" stepped over a layer of sewage and turned around nimbly. Just as he was about to get into a carriage on the road, he heard a gunshot.

boom--

not good!

Misor King's pupils contracted slightly, and he reflexively bent over and leaped backward, trying to return to the alley he had just rushed out of.

He had confirmed that the area was absolutely safe, and that the attackers must have been shooting in the street.

"Damn it, which lunatic dares to launch an attack on the streets of Bayam?!"

At this moment, there was not much time to hesitate. His figure was like that of a cheetah, and he darted to a blind spot in no time.

Snapped!

A crisp snap of fingers suddenly rang in my ears. Deep in the alley, a tarot card spontaneously combusted without wind, instantly sending flames more than three meters high into the air. A figure stepped out of the flames from the orange-red flames.

He was over 1.75 meters tall, wearing a silk top hat, a black trench coat, a shirt and vest underneath, and his trousers hung straight down. His overall attire was impeccably groomed.

"Missor King, the second mate of the sick general, has a bounty of £5400."

Gehrman Sparrow's brown eyes gleamed wildly as he twitched his left hand, his voice cold yet tinged with excitement, as he slowly and deliberately revealed the origins of the person before him.

He truly hadn't expected that attending an extraordinary party with Danitz would lead to such a discovery on the way back.

Although the characteristics of cultists can fetch a lot of money, pirates are still more valuable in comparison.

Because after a successful hunt, not only can you take away their extraordinary characteristics, but you can also receive a generous bounty from the church and the military.

This is practically walking money, driving impoverished, crazy adventurers into even more utter madness!

"Who are you!?"

"The Eloquent One," Mithril King questioned sharply, somewhat hesitant to meet the gaze of the adventurer opposite him, whose eyes seemed to glow with a green light.

"His eyes were like those of a 'hungry wolf' who had been sailing for months without touching a woman!"

boom--

The thought of "The Eloquent One" had barely crossed his mind when another gunshot rang out. Gehrman Sparrow had no habit of wasting words and knew all too well what it meant to strike first.

"The Clever Speaker" Misor understood this as well and was already on guard. The moment he saw the flash of the gun, he casually tossed a ring he was holding tightly to Klein and dodged quickly.

But just then, he suddenly saw two white flashes, like lightning, emanating from the eyes of the guy ten meters in front of him.

The interrogator—a piercing to the soul!

"ah!!!"

His body suddenly froze on the spot, and he let out a miserable wail. An indescribable pain, as if his spirit had been pierced, filled his mind, like being stabbed with a steel skewer and being twisted.

A spray of blood spurted from Misor King's shoulder, and he staggered backward, almost falling to the ground. His left hand hung limply; the shot had nearly destroyed his entire left arm.

He actually dodged it...

It seems that even with their wheezing hunger, these pirates shouldn't be underestimated...

Gehrman Sparrow frowned slightly upon seeing this. He had actually aimed his shot at the man's head, but he hadn't expected it to miss so much.

The wriggling hunger has now become quite seamlessly integrated with him, and the combination of his abilities is even more unpredictable.

Seeing the "Clever Speaker" roll to the ground and create some distance with his tumble, Klein's left glove suddenly changed, revealing a hint of madness, and his cold, reserved brown eyes seemed to straighten up.

Psychologist – Long Wei!

An invisible pressure spread outwards from Gehrman Sparrow, and Misor King, the "Clever Speaker," suddenly trembled violently, remembering the "demigod" who had almost kicked him to death.

An overwhelming fear surged into his brain, turning his face deathly pale. His survival instinct compelled him to scream at the top of his lungs:

"Help! Murder!!"

"Help! Murder!!"

Upon seeing this familiar scene, even the ruthless Gehrman Sparrow was momentarily stunned.

The Demon Dog is actually myself?

On the streets of Bayam, Misor King, his left arm hanging limply and dripping blood, stumbled around like a headless fly. The indescribable fear in his heart nearly drove him to madness, and he could only instinctively stay away from the terrifying attacker.

His shouts attracted the attention of many pedestrians, but the travelers, merchants, vendors, and locals carrying luggage did not try to help Misor King after seeing his miserable state. Instead, they hurriedly retreated and stayed away from this dangerous man who rushed out of the alley.

Sure enough, the next second, they saw a slender figure wearing a trench coat and pressing down a silk hat dart out from the same spot.

boom--

The figure, carrying a revolver, seemed to have two white lightning bolts flashing within his wildly restrained brown eyes. He disregarded the fact that he was on a busy street and raised his hand, instantly shooting "The Clever Speaker" in the knee.

"Help! Ah!!!"

Misor King suddenly lost his balance and collapsed to the ground with a thud, like a wild dog with a broken leg. Completely losing the composure of a pirate general's subordinate, he began to crawl on the ground with his hands.

"Spare me! Spare me! I'll never be a pirate again! I'll never brag again!!!"

He screamed in panic, completely losing his will to resist. The lingering psychological shadow kept surfacing in his mind, and the bone-deep fear sent chills down his spine.

This wasn't just from the blond boy; it stemmed from an overwhelming fear of Gehrman Sparrow's insane actions.

At that moment, the "eloquent one's" hand, which was climbing forward, suddenly felt a tremendous force. His body, which was climbing on the ground, suddenly froze, and he saw the brand-new, shiny leather shoe stepping on his hand, as well as the straight, wrinkle-free trouser leg.

"Spare me! Have mercy on me! I have a lot of wealth."

Gehrman Sparrow remained expressionless. He lowered his head, looking down at his prey, his brown eyes seemingly no longer suppressing the madness and hunger within.

Danger!

Before the "eloquent speaker" could feel a sudden, inexplicable fear, another gunshot rang out.

boom--

Let you run!

The bullet pierced through the forehead and back of the head, and red blood splattered out along with grayish-white brain matter, spilling onto the open ground a few meters away.

The mad adventurer Gehrman Sparrow's act of killing people in the street not only caused gasps from the surrounding crowd, but also terrified Danitz, who had just rushed over after hearing the gunshot, to the point that he almost stopped breathing.

Bullshit! How dare he!

I was only gone for a short while, and he actually killed the second mate, a sick lieutenant general, right there on the street!

I'm actually grateful you spared my life by not killing me!

What a madman!

"Blazing Flame" Danitz's face turned pale and then red, and finally he felt his legs go weak.

It's even softer than when I spent the whole night partying at the Red Theater a few years ago!

Without wasting any time, he turned and quickly left the scene of the crime. Based on the experience of this 3000-pound, no, 4000-pound pirate, the extraordinary one from the governor's mansion or the scapegoat from the Church of Storms was probably on his way.

Hey, what are you looking at? It's just killing a pirate. Is watching a spectacle human nature?

Klein glanced around, feeling quite helpless. He had intended to use the flesh and blood of the eloquent ones to fill the last gap of his writhing hunger, but who knew that after he fired the shot, some of the people around him did not leave immediately, but instead hid and watched the show.

Hmm, isn't hunting this guy too easy? It feels like his strength doesn't deserve the 5400-pound bounty at all. That's enough to buy a house in Backlund. Moreover, the psychiatrist's "Dragon's Might" and "Mental Pierce" seem to have an effect on him that goes beyond his extraordinary ability level.

Could it be that being a pirate is so stressful that it causes mental health problems?

Without giving it much thought, Gehrman Sparrow immediately crouched down and began rummaging through his spoils in full view of everyone.

A wallet with only a dozen pounds in loose change and a ring were not particularly remarkable items.

Bah, you poor wretch!

Klein cursed inwardly, then quickly and discreetly picked up the "Corrupted Baron" extraordinary property that had been extracted from the corpse, and, without anyone noticing, used a magician's trick to stuff it into his pocket.

After flexing his left hand's fingers, Klein decided to restrain himself and satisfy his craving for a later time.

Devouring flesh and blood is an evil thing. Although the Mad Adventurer's character is crazy, it doesn't mean he would do such a depraved thing in front of so many people.

As for the negative effects of the wriggling hunger, Klein wasn't too worried, because with Ron's seal, it would at most go on strike if it couldn't eat for a day, and wouldn't backfire on the user.

He stood up and coldly scanned the crowd, but suddenly spotted a large golden retriever hiding in a corner and a very familiar, beautiful woman.

Gehrman Sparrow suppressed a smile, his gaze lingering for only a moment before he bent down, grabbed the "Clever Speaker's" ankle, and dragged the other's brain- and blood-splattered body forward.

He's going to the Governor's Mansion to collect the reward!

"That's insane!"

"But what did that gentleman mean by glancing at me just now? Does he know me?"

Crouching in the corner, Audrey, dressed in casual men's clothing and with a somewhat androgynous style, pulled her head back and looked back at the large golden retriever hiding behind her, who had also pulled its head back.

Originally, she and Susie went out to inquire about the "Morse Penitentiary" and to find auxiliary materials for the "Hypnotist" potion, but they did not expect to encounter such a thing.

For a moment after hearing the gunshot, she thought some pirates were carrying out a robbery, but when she arrived, she found that it was the exact opposite of what she had imagined.

The pirate who was arrogant and domineering on the high seas, and was even warned by everyone not to offend him, was actually killed on the street!

"Is this how adventurers capture pirates? That's so cool!"

The noblewoman's delicate face unconsciously revealed a hint of excitement, feeling that this way of solving the problem was so simple, full of an aesthetic called violence.

"Woof, Audrey, you're just a psychiatrist, only slightly better than a dog. Even combined, we're no match for that terrifying guy."

Compared to her owner, who still retained some girlish sentimentality, the golden retriever was much more rational, and unceremoniously poured cold water on her, extinguishing the flames burning in the noble lady's heart.

"Well"

Upon hearing this, the noblewoman's face fell, followed by a sigh, and she spoke calmly in a tone imbued with scholarly rigor:

"Susie, you're no longer an ordinary dog. By normal standards, I'm much better than a dog!"

"However, direct combat is indeed the audience's weakness. Although Mr. Ron said that the audience will undergo a qualitative change after Sequence 4, this also shows that below Sequence 4, the audience is still only good at influencing from the shadows."

No, why would I compare myself to a dog?

Suddenly, Audrey twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling as if she had fallen into a strange, competitive mindset.

She shook her head inwardly, clearing her mind of all the chaotic thoughts, and then carefully analyzed the situation:

"Susie, that gentleman's gaze lingered on me for a second, and even paused when he saw you, showing obvious surprise."

"Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but he should be an extraordinary being, and his behavior is enough to show that he knows you're not an ordinary dog."

As she spoke, Audrey Hall fell into deep thought, pacing back and forth in her secluded hiding place, resting her chin on her hand and frowning in contemplation.

Very few people know that Susie is an extraordinary dog; only a small group of people in the Tarot Club know. No, they should all have some expectation of it, since I always buy extraordinary materials in duplicate.

That gentleman was a member of the Tarot Club!?

Is it Mr. "The Hanged Man"? No, that doesn't match his image at all. Compared to him, the gentleman just now looked more like...

"world?"

The "psychologist" was taken aback and had some doubts about this guess.

After all, the gentleman from the Tarot Club, who seemed to know a lot but remained low-key and silent, displayed a personality completely different from the gentleman they had just met, yet the two shared a certain similarity in temperament.

"Mr. Ron seems to have said at the Tarot meeting that his companion on the sea was Mr. 'The World,' so that should be correct."

Recalling the fleeting look of surprise in the man's eyes and his expressionless face, Audrey Hall gradually formed a guess.

"That gentleman who seems to be from the world must be very good at acting; perhaps his extraordinary path is related to that."

"What a coincidence."

"Yes, that's right, that style of doing things must be him."

Inside the Ocean Breeze Hotel, the blond-haired boy lay on an armchair in the luxury suite, confirming the noble lady's doubts.

There's no need to hesitate about betraying Klein.

Around noon, Ron had finished his discussion with Bernadette and they reached an agreement: she would help Ron deal with the "Hidden Sage" by providing a range of assistance, including bait, and in return, Ron would help her father remove the contamination after he achieved his goal.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating the spacious room.

The girl's face was bathed in golden sunlight, the fine downy hairs on her face shimmering in the light, making her dignified appearance, comparable to that of a high-ranking witch, appear as if she were an angel.

Ron turned his head to look at the noblewoman sitting demurely beside him and noticed that her expression carried a hint of sorrow.

Missing home?

Or perhaps...

"Did that guy bully you? I'm going to go and give him a good beating right now!"

The boy suddenly became agitated, straightened up, and was about to go and cause trouble for Gehrman Sparrow.

Just then, the girl glanced at Ron helplessly, stood up, and pressed him back into the armchair.

"Mr. Ron, your reasons are simply not sufficient, and besides, you don't need a reason to do something wrong."

The "psychologist" could naturally see that Ron was just trying to start a conversation with her; as for beating up Mr. World...

There seemed to be a hint of sincerity in his tone.

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Miss Justice fell silent, and after a long while she hesitated and whispered:

"Mr. Ron, I'm afraid I can't accompany you."

As she spoke, her voice quickened noticeably, as if she were urgently explaining something:

"In the morning, I discovered signs that the Governor's Palace was holding a large number of people, which is very likely related to the royal slave trade. I also saw quite a few gang members who claimed to be slave traders."

One of her goals in choosing to run away from home was to thoroughly investigate these matters.

Audrey knew that Ron had his own purposes, so the boy had always accommodated her, whether it was searching for the elven ruins or looking for clues about the "Morse Penitentiary," he always made her involved.

"A god wouldn't need to go to such lengths to accomplish such a small matter. My presence is clearly hindering Mr. Ron."

The noblewoman sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of sympathy for the blond boy who was always alone.

As a "psychologist" and having been in contact with Ron for so long, her understanding of Ron goes beyond his appearance.

She could sense the boy's loneliness, which was not just a distance in terms of social status, but also a sense of alienation from the world, a feeling that everything was just a drama.

"He always attacks others with words so that they will remember him. No one can understand what he is thinking. Even I sometimes find it difficult to truly understand his intentions."

"Most importantly, I can't always stay by His side and hold Him back. Moreover, the gap between my level and Mr. Ron's is obviously too great. If I want to comfort Him and communicate with Him, I can only be limited to a superficial level of knowledge."

Her mind raced, and the noblewoman slowly reclined in the armchair, her face pressed against Ron's chest, her arms wrapped around the boy's neck, as she spoke in a slightly apologetic tone:

"Mr. Ron, I'm so sorry I can't stay with you. I...I..."

She talked for a long time, but I still couldn't get a clear answer.

Feeling the softness against his body, Ron's golden eyes paused slightly before a smile appeared on his face.

"Audrey, this is a good thing. If you want to do it, then do it. Even if you come with me, you'll only be a hindrance."

That's how the little bastard spoke; with just one sentence, he tore the noble lady's sadness and hesitation to shreds.

"Mr. Ron!"

Suddenly annoyed, the girl nudged the boy's chest hard with her head.

"Audrey, this is indeed a good thing. If you want to become queen, you must have evidence of the slaves sold by the Loen royal family so that you can overthrow them."

"Besides, you've already adapted to the outside environment and you're doing just as well without my care."

"Striving to improve yourself is the best way for you to get closer to me."

"Remember your goal, and remember the kindness you chose to leave behind comfort. I hope that after you see everything clearly, you can still maintain your love for life and retain your innocence and kindness."

(End of this chapter)