Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 492 This mushroom of mine will make you linger! (Two-in-one, 6K)

"What? Susie, you're saying Mr. Ron ran off with another woman?!"

Inside the hotel's luxury suite, upon hearing the host's question, Susie pretended to ponder for a few seconds before finally emphasizing her dog head.

"Yes, Audrey, that guy was talking about innocence and having an affair. They were communicating with their voices muted. I read his lips, woof!"

Lip reading? Has Susie evolved to this level?!

No! The important thing now is that Mr. Ron ran off with another woman!

The noblewoman straightened the side of her dress, picked up the letter beside her pillow, and read its contents again with some skepticism.

It's no wonder Audrey thought this way; after all, that scoundrel Ron had a history of misconduct, so they had to be careful.

The handwriting is relaxed and casual, the strokes are steady, and there's no hint of deception.

"Sigh... Am I thinking too badly of Mr. Ron? What if he really is busy?"

Thinking this to herself, Audrey Hall puffed out her cheeks slightly, quite dissatisfied with this way of leaving without saying goodbye.

Even if I told you I wanted to leave and do my own thing, you actually left!?

With a helpless sigh, Audrey Hall picked up the three heavy crystal talismans and examined them closely with her emerald green eyes.

The crystal was dazzling, especially under the sunlight. After carefully examining it, a strange message suddenly appeared in Audrey's mind.

Those are the names and functions of the three talismans.

The three talismans have rather strange names, called "The Gaze of the Doorkeeper," and they have two main functions.

First, escape, ignoring any obstacles, forcibly removing itself from linear logic and inserting itself back into any node of the past within the framework of linear logic.

It is important to note that the past you return to must be one you have personally experienced, and it cannot have a wide-ranging impact; it can only affect yourself.

The pronunciation of the incantation that activated it was also imprinted in Audrey's mind. It did not belong to ancient Hermes, nor to any known language. If translated roughly, it was...

"Backtracking".

As for the second function, it is much simpler and more direct than the first. It involves selecting a certain range or specifying a particular person and pausing the selected target's time.

To activate this effect, the incantation must be changed to another type, which roughly translates to...

"Time and space".

After quickly reviewing all the information in her mind, the blonde, blue-eyed noblewoman froze on the spot, her hands holding the crystal talisman trembling slightly, as if she couldn't bear the weight of the talisman.

This is an authority that only gods can use, isn't it?

"It's incredible, it's amazing, it's beyond human imagination, it's truly, truly..."

"How magnificent!"

At this moment, even Audrey, who had received higher education, was at a loss for words. Her heart was filled with boundless longing, so much so that her face flushed with excitement.

To be honest, if she hadn't held this talisman, which symbolized powerful authority, in her hands, she would never have been able to imagine such an ability.

The greatness of the gods is not an exaggeration; take the words of the "original creator" for example:

They praise my essence, and their praise is true, without the slightest exaggeration. By what right do you say I'm narcissistic?!

Strictly speaking, this is the truth.

Carefully placing the talisman into a convenient cloth bag, the noble lady patted it with her fair hand before looking at the golden retriever sitting on the ground.

"Now it's just us left. Hmm, although I really wanted to go on an adventure when I was at home, I'm not as excited as I thought I would be right now."

Audrey patted the golden retriever's head and continued:

"Susie, do you remember the injured witch we encountered when we went to the herbal shop to buy supplementary materials?"

"It's that herbal medicine shop next to the Red Theater."

"Woof, remember, I found the Governor's Mansion by following her scent and the traces she left behind. Although she was very careful and even used her extraordinary abilities to conceal her whereabouts and interfere with the divination, I was still able to sense her intentions."

When this topic was mentioned, the golden retriever sitting on the ground wagged its fluffy tail wildly, clearly wanting to be praised by its owner.

"The audience" is naturally meticulous and good at observing, and when the "audience" is a dog, its tracking ability increases exponentially.

"Audrey, should we continue following them? But could we stay outside, a little further away from that herbal shop?"

As Susie spoke, a human-like fear appeared on her dog-like face.

It's hard to imagine that a dog could express facial expressions so vividly.

After a long pause, Audrey frowned and pondered:

"Why? Is there a problem? And Susie, what we did wasn't stalking!"

"Woof! I, I don't know either, I just felt that person was scary, very scary!" The golden retriever immediately shook its head, and its wildly wagging tail became listless.

Upon seeing Susie's reaction, the noblewoman's eyes flashed with surprise, and at the same time, she began to recall the details of purchasing the materials.

"The owner of the herbal medicine shop is most likely an extraordinary person, and when he looks at me, his gaze is always evasive, and he doesn't dare to look at me for long. Well, in psychology, this is a sign of insecurity. I have reason to suspect that he has some kind of unspeakable disease."

"There seem to be signs that birds have lived in the room. Does he keep birds as pets?"

"That's strange."

The sound of leather boots pattering on the floor seemed endless. The noble lady pondered for a moment, but still had no clue.

"If Mr. Ron were here, we could easily ask him for advice on this."

Ugh, I don't want that jerk at all!

I could easily ask Mr. Fool for such a simple question, but wouldn't it be making a mountain out of a molehill to consult the gods about such a trivial matter?

"Susie, we can start monitoring from the Governor's Mansion, avoiding the herbal medicine shop. As for the herbal medicine shop itself, we can..."

"Miss Winchester can handle it!"

Audrey's eyes suddenly lit up as she thought of a certain useless elf who ate, drank, and lived there for free.

As for whether the elf would help her, the noble lady already had a way to persuade it.

Money may not be everything, but you can't do without it.

"The Emperor's daughter really has her father's style, secretly dating a gigolo. Rosell must be turning in his grave!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, if the Great Emperor really did become the Black Emperor and has been resurrected, I wonder what his expression would be when he sees this newspaper?"

The sea is not as bustling as a metropolis; instead, it is filled with killing, sex, drinking, and boasting.

The scandals surrounding a pirate king are obviously far more eye-catching than these stories, or the tales of an adventurer killing a pirate.

"Sigh, I'm not destined to make headlines, but that's a good thing too, at least I don't attract attention."

Inside the hotel, Klein sighed helplessly as he read the news report about "Mad Adventurer" Gehrman Sparrow hunting down "The Clever Talker" Misor King in the street.

He thought that dragging a pirate's corpse down the street to the governor's mansion to claim a reward was exaggerated enough, but he didn't expect that after this performance, he could only occupy the second most prominent section of the newspaper.

To be honest, this was not Klein's original intention, but the encounter was too rushed and there was no time to carefully select the location.

"If I can get away with it without anyone noticing, I'll most likely choose to let him graze, then disguise myself as the 'Clever Speaker' and board the Black Death to see if I have a chance to take down the 'Disease Admiral'."

"She must be from a witch cult."

Pursuing the royal family's human trafficking has always been Klein's most important goal besides becoming stronger.

If you ask why he puts so much effort into things that have nothing to do with him, the only answer is that Klein is a good person.

Has your captain contacted you?

Gehrman Sparrow straightened his back, placed the newspaper flat on the table, and turned his head to look directly at the big pirate whose bounty had soared to 4000 pounds.

"Hehe, no."

Even if I had it, I wouldn't tell you.

Upon hearing this, Danitz forced a stiff smile, silently adding the second half of the sentence in his mind.

His real idea was to stall here with Gehrman Sparrow for weeks or months, and even if the captain contacted him, he would pretend not to, acting like a pawn to be abandoned, and not bring this madman who hunts pirates in the street onto the "Golden Dream".

"Damn it, this lunatic is too dangerous. My legs are still a little weak. That bastard Gehrman Sparrow!!!"

Although Danitz was very unhappy, he still greeted her with a smile, just like those streetwalkers in the Red Theatre, perfectly embodying what professionalism is.

Gehrman Sparrow didn't delve too deeply into it, nor did he expose Danitz's ulterior motives. He simply raised his chin thoughtfully and then said something completely unrelated.

"The underground party, the red-haired woman worth 500 pounds is named Elaine Soren, she is very close to the 'General of Disease', and is most likely his lover."

At this point, Klein paused, gave Danitz a cold glance, and continued:

"This is an opportunity!"

???

I've been the one going out to gather information these past few days, while you haven't left the house at all. How did you find out?

Did this madman use divination?

Damn it, thank goodness I didn't run away on my own.

Upon hearing Gehrman Sparrow's completely flat voice, Danitz was stunned and broke out in a cold sweat. He let out a heavy breath and then realized something was wrong.

What does "this is an opportunity" mean?

You don't actually think you can sneak into the Black Death using this, do you?

"German, you said it yourself, that guy is a woman, I think you can find some other way, oh my god!!!"

"Flame" Danitz suddenly jumped up from the back of his chair, scrambling to his feet in a disheveled manner, and looked incredulously at "Red-haired Elaine" leaning against the edge of the desk.

That pitiful posture, that lifelike movement, and that bulging, obviously heavy object almost made Danitz spit out a mouthful of blood.

Crazy! Even his transformation into a woman is so decisive!!!

If the person opposite him were truly a woman, and she put on a pitiful act, Danitz would certainly have been very impressed.

But the thought that this body was actually Gehrman Sparrow made Danitz feel terrible.

"He's so convincing as a woman, if he were really just pretending to be a captain to fool me, that's bullshit! I shouldn't even think about it!"

Danitz's face changed several times before finally turning a stiff, bluish-black.

"Is it really necessary? You, as a hunter, have absolutely no right to look at me like that. Perhaps I should explain to you the relationship between you and the 'Witch' pathway."

Klein silently complained to himself, but didn't feel much pressure.

After all, he had dealt with witches more than once or twice, and had a mysterious connection with extraordinary individuals on this path. This often made Klein wonder if his "seduction" of Mrs. Sharon in Tingen had caused some kind of shift in his fate.

"Ron said that my destiny is the destiny of the Heavenly Venerable Fusheng Xuanhuang. Perhaps that person has a taste for this?"

Thinking to herself, "Red-haired Elaine" raised an eyebrow and gestured with her chin towards Danitz, saying:

"Go and get me a few women's dresses. I need to study them carefully. Also, go and contact the resistance now and find out where the real redhead Elaine is."

Bullshit! You actually went?!

Tuesday, Future.

"Ron, is he really that big?"

"Why not? How dare you underestimate me?! I'll grow bigger in a minute, okay?"

"But what's the use if it's limp and not firm at all? It can't even stand up!"

"Don't worry, you need to give it a little stimulation. Only in this way can you awaken this beast."

Cattleya, who was eavesdropping outside the ship's bottom hatch, trembled slightly. Unable to maintain the composure of a pirate general, she kicked open the wooden door and resolutely stormed into the laboratory of the inhuman biologist.

boom--

"What are you doing?"

The sound of the door shattering, mixed with a roar that abruptly stopped, echoed throughout the biological laboratory aboard the Future.

Cattleya strode forward and saw clearly what Ron and Frank were up to.

A soft, limp mushroom was perched on a semi-transparent experimental dish, completely covered by bright red, constantly wriggling mycelium, seemingly absorbing nutrients and moisture from the air.

This wasn't the most frustrating thing for Gadria. What was most frustrating was that the limp mushroom, under the boy's constant poking, seemed to gain strength and suddenly sprayed a lot of white powder into the air.

The crystal-white powder, exuding a refreshing wheat aroma, drifted slowly in the surroundings under a ray of sunlight.

"It's wheat flour!!!"

"Ron, you're a genius! You can make a huge amount of wheat flour from a single mushroom with just water and air!!!"

At this moment, Frank Lee, wearing a mask and a filter, cheered excitedly, jumping up and down on the spot, as happy as a child weighing over 200 pounds.

Wheat flour?

Frank actually did something useful and stopped trying to crossbreed cows and fish?

When Cattleya, who had been intruded from the outside but was ignored, was stunned for a moment upon seeing this scene, she then twitched her nose and took a light sniff of the white powder that had permeated the entire laboratory.

The aroma was rich and mellow, with a hint of sweetness that instantly lifted her spirits. The scent even gave Cattleya a pastoral feeling of being in a vast wheat field, with a gentle breeze on her face.

"It smells so good! It would be delicious to use this to bake bread."

That was Gadriya's first thought, but less than a second later, her brows furrowed sharply as she looked in confusion at the powder in mid-air that smelled of wheat.

"What is this?"

嗅~

"It's wheat flour, it smells so good! It would be delicious to bake bread with it."

The next second she frowned again, looking at the wheat flour in mid-air with undiminished doubt.

"What is this?"

嗅~

"It's wheat flour, it smells so good! It would be delicious to bake bread with it."

next second.

"What is this?"

嗅~

"It's wheat flour, it smells so good! It would be delicious to bake bread with it."

At this moment, Cattleya's thoughts gradually slowed down, as if she had developed Alzheimer's and was unable to think normally. Her deep purple eyes gradually became hazy as she looked at the mushrooms growing on her arm with confusion.

What is this?

She snapped one off and popped it into her mouth to taste its blandness.

"It's delicious! It's actually mushrooms!"

The invincible "Star Admiral" fell, her gaze finally settling on two pairs of heavy rubber boots, and the last sound she heard was Frank's panicked shout.

"Captain, Captain, what's wrong with you? Mushrooms are growing all over you!?"

Why am I growing mushrooms? Don't you know the answer?

Silently rebuking Frank in her heart, Cattleya's consciousness completely plunged into darkness.

The crimson moon hangs high, and the waves surge.

When Cattleya woke up, it was already late at night. Her groggy consciousness was suddenly jolted awake, and she stared in astonishment at the ceiling of the captain's cabin for a long time, unable to come to her senses.

After a while, she turned her head and saw Ron Sothos sitting next to her, flipping through her occult notes.

Cattleya's vision went black, and she abruptly turned her head to the other side, out of sight, out of mind.

Seeing this, Ron chuckled, put down his notebook, and shamelessly said:

"You're awake? That was all an accident."

"Shut up!"

Faced with the gigolo's explanation, Cattleya naturally didn't have a very pleasant tone. To be honest, she somewhat regretted introducing Frank Lee and Ron to each other.

She could have easily dealt with all the "dangers" that Frank had created, but today that mushroom had overturned her understanding, as it could silently eliminate a powerful Rank 5 expert!

That's Sequence 5, not some cabbage!

At this moment, Gadriya felt a void in her heart. After studying magic for so long and drinking so many potions, she was still not as good as a man-made mushroom.

What a ridiculous thing this is!

"Hmph, I still prefer how you are when you know my true identity."

The blond youth scoffed and curled his lip, not caring about the overstepping of his authority. After all, Lord Ron was a reasonable man; how could he be so petty?

"Eat something; it will help you recover your strength."

He simply stood up and shoved a piece of toast with a rich wheat aroma and buttered mushrooms into Cattleya's face.

The familiar, rich aroma of wheat once again filled Cattleya's nostrils, but this time she didn't see the vast wheat fields; instead, she saw countless vengeful spirits and evil spirits beckoning to her.

"vomit"

"Take it away, take it away now!!!"

She struggled to get up, knocking over her plate with one hand, and almost vomited.

"I don't want to see you. Seeing you reminds me of that damn mushroom."

Gadriya leaned against the wall, panting heavily. Her expression was contorted as she tried to shoo Ron away, attempting to keep the "evil" pretty boy away from her.

Ron shrugged, looking nonchalant, and said:

"Okay, then I'll go find Frank and continue the experiment."

Are we still going?

If this continues, the Future—no, this world—will probably be destroyed by you!!!

"etc!"

With deep purple eyes and wearing thick glasses, the "Star General" suddenly stretched out her palm. Her expression was heavy and complicated, and she sighed helplessly.

"You're not going anywhere. Starting today, you're staying in the captain's cabin!"

The Future is basically full of problem children, and Ron is like the source of all evil; whoever gets involved with him suffers.

If Frank has already been corrupted to this extent, Cattleya really can't imagine what the other members would become if they encountered Ron.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy smirked and said with a smug look:

"Oh, you want to share a room with me? I didn't expect you to be so ambitious, even going after your mother's boyfriend?"

Seeing the young man's behavior, Cattleya was surprisingly calm. She simply replied:

"I'll have crew members take turns watching you, around the clock. Don't even think about getting away with it!"

At this point, Cattleya paused, her deep purple eyes fixed on Ron as she continued:

"The 'Morse Ascetic Order' sent me a message, telling me to come and make contact with you, and also to see if there's any chance of stealing the '0' level sealed artifact from you."

The blond boy raised an eyebrow and asked with amusement:

"so what?"

"so."

Xing Shangjiang's gaze sharpened slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.

"Therefore, I think it's better to go all the way when making a performance."

As soon as she finished speaking, she jumped up from the bed, her hands radiating a dazzling silver-white starlight, and shouted as if she had lost her mind:

"Pretty boy, I've put up with you for far too long!!!"

Caldelia seemed to be furious. Without caring about anything else, and without even knowing Ron's background, she directly used her extraordinary "astrologer" ability to create a starlight prison around the blond boy.

The next moment.

"ah!!!"

A woman's exclamation instantly startled the crew members guarding the captain's cabin. Their expressions changed simultaneously, and they kicked open the heavy wooden door of the captain's cabin and rushed inside.

However, upon seeing the scene inside the captain's cabin, their expressions changed simultaneously, and they rushed out in a rush.

Ron pulled a soft, mushy mushroom from his pocket. The mushroom began to emit a rich wheat aroma, and soon the captain's cabin was completely covered with a crystalline, pure white powder.

Upon seeing this, Cattleya was like a mouse seeing a cat, shrinking into a ball and tightly covering her mouth and nose.

"Ha, am I wrong?" Ron asked dismissively.

After a moment's hesitation, the general finally nodded.

"Where did you go wrong?" Ron asked again, raising his chin slightly.

How am I supposed to know where I went wrong? You were the one who kept provoking me!

Cattleya pondered for over a minute before finally shaking her head in resolute determination.

Mom, someone is bullying me!!!

(End of this chapter)