Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 503 Amon is actually a filial son (Part 2) 6K

What nonsense are you spouting?

"You... struck up a conversation with that guy with the monocle?"

Ron looked at Fowles strangely, as if he were looking at a pitiful, unaware little white mouse.

"Yes, Mr. Fate, that guy even gave me a monocle that looked really expensive, saying that we were destined to be together."

"Magician" Fowles showed no unusual behavior; she simply raised her voice slightly at the end, expressing a joyful emotion, as if she had been tricked but was still helping the other party count their money.

"..."

"..."

In an instant, above the gray fog, "The Fool" and "Fate" stared at each other, seemingly seeing the bewilderment and shock in each other's eyes.

They've only been gone for less than two months, what on earth happened in Backlund?!

"Are you sure that so-called God has a blond beard?"

The blond boy cautiously asked again, his words carrying a subtle hint of surprise.

What's wrong, bearded man? Did you let yourself go after you died?

Or are you saying that you don't need to fight against the Outer Gods, so you can just give up?

Or are you trying to make up for the lack of companionship Amon experienced in his childhood?

Sometimes, Ron felt that the so-called former immigrants were rather abstract.

Leaving aside the retired, child-carrying, half-divide ancient sun god, and Amanisis who became a she-wolf, just the mention of Rosell is enough to make Ron exclaim that she is simply a genius.

His XP, in particular, is simply the best of the best.

"The Magician" Fowles pondered for a moment, seemingly recalling something, and after a while she nodded firmly and said:

"Yes, it does have a golden beard."

Ron's head buzzed, and he almost slid down the high-backed chair to the bottom of the bronze table.

Hopefully Sharon hasn't been corrupted by those guys...

"This isn't anything too unusual, but there's still something I need you to do for me."

"After the party, I will write a letter, and you can find an opportunity to personally deliver it to one of the monocle wearers."

In order to prevent you from encountering any undetected danger...

Ron muttered something to himself, without mentioning the payment.

After all, besides Fowles, he had many other ways to tell Backlund and his gang not to cause trouble, and the reason he sent her to deliver the letter was to make her more familiar to the public.

"I've been very busy lately. Besides the Celestial Masters in the Wilderness of Knowledge, I also need to find other powerful individuals who control Source Essence to help me. I won't be able to return to Backlund anytime soon..."

Ron wasn't entirely sure whether Amon would still harm innocent civilians.

He just instinctively thought that with his father, who was like an elder brother to him, watching over him, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"Uh...no problem, Mr. Destiny."

For a few seconds, Fowles paused, then replied in a low voice, not daring to mention the payment.

It's just a small matter of delivering a letter, I wouldn't even take the money if you offered me it...

Her mind was racing with thoughts.

At this moment, the blond boy brushed a strand of blond hair from his sideburns and suddenly asked curiously:

"Do you know what they mainly talk about in their speeches in the East District and the factory area?"

You mean this? I know it all too well!

Miss Magician's eyes lit up and she immediately said:

"They have been organizing strikes and marches, working to form a new workers' union—no, according to them, a workers' association—to unite all forces that can be united to get higher wages and shorter working hours for the workers in the East End, and to reject the deception and exploitation of unscrupulous factory owners and bankers!"

"Unlike the old workers' associations, which were susceptible to being bought off by factory owners, they genuinely fought for the workers' interests!"

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"Are you sure the ringleader is wearing a monocle!?"

Ron confirmed again, his tone subtly tinged with surprise.

Has Amon really had a change of heart?

Upon hearing this, Fowles immediately became interested and said in a relaxed tone:

"Of course, I even went to a factory with that man who wears a monocle to actually participate in the strike and demonstration. I even asked my journalist friend to help me write the news and report it in the newspaper."

"I remember that the name of that unscrupulous factory was something like Honest Man Steel Factory."

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Isn't this Lao Tzu's property?

Ron was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was already one of the most prominent capitalists in the Kingdom of Rune.

After all, most of Baron Syndras's businesses had already come under his name, and in terms of wealth alone, Lord Ron was truly the world's richest man.

This treacherous second heir isn't having a change of heart; he's clearly just looking for a convenient excuse to exact revenge.

That's despicable!

He must be made to work overtime, forty-eight hours a day, seven days a week!

Anyway, the bookworms of time can easily do that.

And Medici and his former master, even in death they still managed to extract a lot of profit from each other.

It would be best to have them possess factory machinery to provide power, which would save money on coal for steam engines.

Oh, and that 1.4-meter one, I'm going to have it assemble children's bicycles, screwing in tens of thousands of screws every day!

Even if the bicycle assembly line doesn't work, I have other factories!

Having seen through everything, the blond boy immediately revealed his evil capitalist face and mentally pronounced the final fate of the four who had caused him trouble.

After the conversation ended, silence returned to the gray fog.

A few seconds later, Ron's small ears twitched. He heard the Hanged Man beside him cough lightly and say with a strange expression:

"If we're talking about things we encounter that are hard to figure out, my friend does have a ghost ship that was left over from the Quaternary period."

"Rumor has it that even the Church of Storms couldn't fully understand the ghost ship's purpose, and most of its rooms were off-limits, with only a few safe living areas left."

Mr. Hanged Man, you certainly have a lot of friends...

Klein, the "Fool" who was sitting at the top, thought to himself, while secretly glancing at Ron, wondering if he could still squeeze some more out of this guy's intelligence.

Ron's first reaction was that "The Hanged Man" was bragging, making a mountain out of a molehill, just like "The Magician."

But the next second, he suddenly realized that what the other person was saying was not a lie.

"You dare to sail around in a boat without even the Church of Storms noticing anything unusual?"

"It's my friend, not me."

Alger first emphasized one point, and then elaborated:

"That's a ghost ship left over from the time of Tudor."

"Most of the ship is safe, except for a few rooms hidden in the corners that are very dangerous."

"Everyone who went in disappeared; not a single one came out."

"Mr. Destiny, you can come and see for yourself where those rooms lead to..."

This is the ultimate goal of the "Hanged Man".

Alger firmly believed that connections mattered in the underworld.

Even the Church of the True God is like this, so it goes without saying that the entire Extraordinary World is like this.

Inviting Ron aboard was a great opportunity. On the one hand, he could learn some of the ship's hidden secrets, and on the other hand, it would allow them to further develop their relationship.

Most importantly, if there really is a secret, wouldn't the demigod's potion formula and properties be readily available to them?

Using the church's resources to build your own network is a win-win situation.

"Even if He refuses, there's nothing to lose..." Alger thought to himself.

Ron pondered for a moment, his golden eyes fixed on the rough face for several seconds before he chuckled and gave his answer.

"Yes, there are indeed some issues. I can go take a look, is that alright after the party?"

He asked quite politely, but couldn't hide the urgency in his voice.

Upon hearing this, the "Hanged Man" immediately showed a hint of embarrassment, almost blushing.

Because he only just remembered that the Azure Avenger was resupplying at the church's port.

Sigh, even after all these years, I'm still blinded by huge profits and not rational enough...

"Well, my friend isn't available right now, but he'll be going out to sea tomorrow afternoon, then there won't be any problems!"

Alger, the "Hanged Man," awkwardly shifted the blame, feeling that his seasoned, shrewd image had been ruined.

Fortunately, it was my friend who made the mistake, not me. Although no one would believe such a lie, at least it's acceptable on the surface...

"no problem."

The blond boy nodded slightly, then looked around at the Tarot Club members, wondering if there was anything else he could gain.

Unfortunately, this is the only clue that can be considered somewhat useful for now.

After concluding this discussion, the Tarot Club moved on to a free exchange session.

The members shared information with each other, discussed the common monsters in the Extraordinary World, and the various uses of Giant's Language, Elven Language, and Ancient Hermes Language.

After a dozen minutes, all members except Ron stood up, bowed, and finally left the magnificent palace, which was filled with gray mist.

Ron was the same. He thought he would return to reality as usual, but seeing everyone leave and him not reacting at all, he immediately turned his head to look at "The Fool".

Hey kid, what's up?

Without needing to say a word, the blond boy's gaze already clearly expressed his attitude.

"Ha, can't I talk to you if there's nothing wrong?"

"The Fool" Klein still maintained his airs, trying to keep up his momentum and increase his confidence in this way.

Upon seeing this, the blond boy stopped pretending and immediately leaned back in the high-backed chair, crossing his legs on the bronze table.

Judging by his posture, he's so arrogant that he's practically holding a cigar that smells of tobacco between his fingers.

"I have a question. Is it dangerous for No-Face to transform into your appearance?"

At this moment, the world, which had been sitting quietly in the corner, spoke up in a hoarse voice.

Turn into my likeness? What are you trying to do, kid?

Ron suddenly became alert. Judging by his own experience, he didn't think Klein would do anything good with his face on his person.

What if he goes out and hooks up with a few young women and wives? Wouldn't that make Ron Sothos lose all face?

In a flash, the blond youth raised an eyebrow and said leisurely:

"If you want to do bad things, I suggest you become like Amon."

He paused for a moment before starting to fabricate a story:

"If you become like me, you will inevitably suffer terrible things. Maybe you will turn into a pile of flesh, or maybe you will become one of my possibilities because you are too close to me, or even become my fanatical believer. Even if I ask you to call me grandpa, you will smoothly change your address..."

How vicious!

"The Fool" Klein felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this, secretly glad that he hadn't been reckless enough to try it.

He took a deep breath and tried to get to the point:

"I assassinated the diseased lieutenant general, and then on my way back, I encountered 'Justice' from the Tarot Society."

"She invited me to help investigate evidence of human trafficking by the royal family. You know, I've been investigating this myself, so I accepted the invitation. However, according to intelligence, the latest leads all point to the Governor's Office, so..."

Hearing this, the blond boy finally understood what was going on.

"So you want to become like me, using the pretext of collecting a bounty to swagger into the Governor's Mansion and gather intelligence?"

"Klein, you're such a clever little devil."

"If that's the case, no problem. But you must be mindful of your words and actions. Be elegant, cultured, and above all, uphold your authority and power. Don't embarrass me!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Klein's lips curled into a cold smile, and he mocked in a completely emotionless tone:

"Heh, there's no need for that."

Do you have any shame?

What's wrong with you?

Ron was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, then flew into a rage. He slammed his hand on the bronze table, and the entire gray mist above the Source Castle surged up like boiling water.

What do you mean by this?!

"You poor wretch, you're asking for it!!!"

Just as the small fry jumped forward, about to give "The Fool" a good beating, Klein quickly changed the subject.

"Miss 'Justice' seems quite dissatisfied with the Augustus family of the Rune royal family, and Amon's actions in the East District and the Factory District are likely under your influence, aren't they?"

"Ron, what exactly are you trying to do, making such a commotion?"

Upon hearing this, the blond boy stopped and pondered before saying:

"You can eat shit however you want, but you can't say whatever you want. This has nothing to do with me. It's just that many people are dissatisfied with the Ruen royal family, so I only gave them a chance..."

As the blond boy finished speaking, he plopped down on the long bronze table next to Mr. Fool.

"So I think you should step up your efforts and solve the problem at its root."

"And if it succeeds, you'll have done a great service to the emperor, making a hereditary noble title a piece of cake. You'll be rich then, and you won't have to worry about finding a wife at all!"

"And even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about Benson and Melissa."

Are you trying to rebel?

Perhaps you should consult with someone as experienced as Roselle...

Ron's last words struck a nerve with Klein. Although he couldn't help but grumble inwardly, he was still seriously considering his suggestion.

But as he thought about it, Klein seemed to realize that something was not quite right.

No, I'm the leader of the Tarot Club, why would I work for a member of the Tarot Club?!

He suddenly realized that the little kid was setting a trap for him.

mean!

"Klein, otherwise when will you ever get married? You're such a shy virgin that even witches are too embarrassed to approach you."

"It's time to find someone. Look at Rosell, and then look at Dunn. Maybe they even have kids now. And the government employees just took their exams a few days ago. Benson might even have someone. You're the only one who doesn't."

"You need to be anxious, you need to feel a sense of urgency."

"Are you still prepared to spend your life with your puppet after becoming a Master Puppet?"

"We're not getting any younger, it's time to..."

stop!

Why are people still pressuring people to get married these days?!

"The Fool" Klein's body trembled slightly. With a single wave of his hand, he instantly kicked Ron out of the Source Castle. Then, looking surprised and uncertain, he leaned back in the bronze high-backed chair and gasped for breath.

Clearly, having been an older single man in his past life, he has a deep-seated psychological aversion to being pressured to get married.

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"No way, does this guy like men?!"

Ron's thoughts were not disturbed upon returning to the real world. He stroked his chin, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

Without hesitation, the blond boy stood still and loudly chanted:

"A fool who doesn't belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the king of yellow and black who wields good fortune..."

"Do you like men? This is not allowed."

Naive. Even if you kick me out of the Source Castle, I still have plenty of ways to get back at you.

Within seconds, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky above Ron's head, and a torrential downpour began.

The torrential rain, accompanied by waves, instantly submerged Ron, soaking his hair and clothes until they were completely drenched.

Hmph, this nobody's got quite the stubborn streak...

The blond boy disdainfully gave the middle finger, and as the wave crashed in again, he vanished without a trace.

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After contacting the "Knowledge Wilderness," Ron found himself with a brief period of free time.

Adhering to the dedicated attitude of "the wolf does everything when there's work to do, and does nothing when there's nothing to do," he carried the uniqueness of the Red Moon in both hands and arrived at the Dark Heaven.

"What are you doing here? I don't want to see you right now."

"Goddess of the Night" Amanisis spotted Ron as soon as he started speaking. Her beautiful face was expressionless, and her tone was slightly disdainful.

"I've come to return the uniqueness of the Red Moon; I'm a person of my word..."

The handsome young man, without blushing or skipping a beat, found a good excuse, a smile playing on his lips, and stepped forward to hang the Red Moon Uniqueness around Amanisis's slender waist.

Feeling the handsome young man's hand brush against her waist, Miss Wolf's beautiful face flushed slightly. She slapped away the blond boy's hand with annoyance and said coldly:

"I can hear your scheme even across the Sunya Sea."

"We've been married for so long, why are you still bothered by this?"

The blond boy curled his lip upon hearing this and said in a teasing tone.

"Who said we're an old married couple? It's just that we slept together once, and you're getting this worked up?"

"Goddess of the Night" delivered a sarcastic remark without backing down, then chuckled and pinched the handsome young man's cheek.

The dress she wore last time was torn to shreds by Ron during the intense battle and was no longer usable, so this time the aloof goddess did not wear a complicated long dress.

Instead, she wore distinctive clothing from the previous era, which gave her a unique aura of a professional female executive.

A white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, paired with a metal necklace around her snow-white neck, gave Miss Wolf a capable and neat air. Her pencil skirt reached just above her knees, and her rounded calves, wrapped in patterned black stockings, reflected an alluring luster under the red moonlight.

She wore high heels, leaving only her ankles exposed; this seemingly proper outfit possessed a captivating charm.

After appreciating the beautiful scenery before him several times, Ron suddenly felt that this stunningly beautiful woman, who could be considered a work of art, seemed to be missing something.

He took off his sunglasses, stood on tiptoe, and put them on Amanisis's head.

"I think glasses are more professional."

Ron muttered something, then reached out his fair hand and touched the roundness hidden under his skirt.

"Stop fooling around, I have something important to tell you."

Amanisis slapped Ron's groping hand away again, then coldly remarked, as if offering advice:

"You seem to be looking for the Source, so why don't you go find the River of Eternal Darkness? I remember I've already told you where you can find it, and that would easily give you an advantage."

Upon hearing this, a smile immediately appeared on the blond boy's face.

"What, feeling like you got ripped off?"

"You seem disappointed that I'm not going to find the River of Eternal Darkness. Do you expect me to fetch you a bucket of its water?"

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"Hmph, no, it's just that I hate some people who take advantage of me and then do nothing in return, without even caring about me."

Upon hearing this, the noble goddess did not hide anything and readily admitted it with high emotional intelligence.

To be honest, after that one night, Amanisis thought Ron would do something for her, but the bastard did nothing and was heartless after the affair ended.

Seeing this, the blond boy just pursed his lips, after all, in his opinion, this was more in line with the personality of the "Goddess of the Night".

No matter what they do, they always have a little scheme in mind; even when it comes to sleeping together, they can still find a way to plot against you.

Ron could tell that this guy was quite complex, possessing both genuine sincerity and an attraction to power, as well as the desire to bind him to one side of the world and a complex calculation of currying favor with him.

How so?

Interesting.

Seeing the boy in front of her trying to get close again, Amanisis snorted coldly, tensed her thighs, and kicked Ron hundreds of meters away.

However, the blond boy was fearless, grabbing the long leg and sending the wolf girl flying backwards along with her entire body.

He pinned Amanisis down with her back facing up, then raised his arm and slapped her hard across the round, firm flesh.

Snapped!

"Are you stupid or am I stupid? The River of Eternal Darkness is connected to my source matter. Anyone with a brain knows that the bastard is very wary of it. If I'm not mistaken, the tributaries of the River of Eternal Darkness seem to have been drawn out using the authority of the 'Gate'."

Snapped!

"Isn't going to find the River of Eternal Darkness in this situation just asking for trouble?"

Snapped!

"Even if that tributary still exists, would you dare use the river water if I gave it to you?"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The source material is mixed with certain spiritual imprints, which Ron confirmed after meeting the "Celestial Master". They are one, but can be distinguished from each other. Who knows what kind of weird tricks the Dead Ghost will pull.

What if these anomalies cause the source material to possess the threads of a spirit body?

Therefore, Ron didn't even consider this obvious "trap".

If it's just simple exploitation, that's fine, but to communicate with the spiritual will within the River of Eternal Darkness and carry out a secret plan, it's a bit like walking into a trap.

Who knows if the spiritual connection might be a ghost in disguise?

When it comes to exploiting loopholes and accomplishing the impossible, Ron never doubts his old rival's abilities.

Bang bang bang bang

(End of this chapter)