Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 504 "Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner" Alger (Two-in-One) 6K

Backlund, Hillston District.

Red Rose Hotel.

Wearing a wide-brimmed brown beanie, a stylish wool coat, and tall dark leather boots, Fowles Wall pushed open the hotel door, carrying a woman's backpack.

She had dressed up specially to meet her teacher, but she didn't stand out at the moment. She looked like most of the other people staying at the hotel, an outsider who had come to Backlund.

"A single room."

Fowles Wall, speaking with a Seashire accent, looked at the staff member who was scrutinizing her closely.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the kingdom has a rule that visitors from out of town must provide proof of identity."

At this point, seeing the puzzled look on the face of the woman who had come from out of town, the receptionist suddenly lowered her voice and said:

"If you just follow the news, you should know that the workers in the East District are causing a lot of trouble, and the church can only play a calming role and cannot actually solve the problem."

"Therefore, the Siviras field is worried that foreign spies might infiltrate and cause negative consequences."

The receptionist quickly explained, and Fors nodded slightly, handing over the forged identification.

"Do I look like a spy to you?"

Amidst the hustle and bustle at the front desk, she raised an eyebrow and asked with a slightly lazy and amused expression.

"Madam, how could that be? The spy is just a fabrication by the Siviras Field. I have my doubts..."

At this point, the receptionist's voice dropped again.

"I suspect this is just a show of force by the West Virus field to fool the councilors, because if they don't do this, they'll look useless. After all, you can't expect someone who looks like a foreigner to lead your strikes, protests, and marches..."

"How could a spy know so much about Backlund? Even those senators wouldn't have noticed!"

The receptionist spoke quietly as she quickly completed the registration and returned the identification to the languid woman in front of her.

Have a pleasant journey!

The languid lady nodded slightly, then took a step and quickly arrived at the third floor of the hotel, following the signs, and stopped in front of a room.

She cautiously looked around, and only after finding no one did she raise her arm and knock on the door in a pattern of three long knocks followed by two short knocks, and three heavy knocks followed by two light knocks.

A few seconds later, the door was opened from the inside, and Fowles squeezed through the crack.

"Teacher, why are you in such a hurry to meet me this time? Has something happened?"

As soon as she entered, she looked at Dorian Grey with a worried expression.

Inside the hotel room, the elderly gentleman with gray hair didn't keep them in suspense; instead, he chuckled and said:

"No, this time it's a good thing!"

good thing?

Fors was taken aback, then saw Dorian Gray relax, his whole demeanor was completely renewed, and the deep-seated sorrow had vanished without a trace.

What good thing happened?

I've never seen my teacher like this before. Could it be that he got married or had a baby in the last couple of days?

But he looks to be in his sixties or seventies. At that age, a normal person should no longer have that ability...

In the words of Emperor Rosell, is this what it means to be a late bloomer? No, it should be "still going strong in old age"!

As a qualified novelist, a master of romance, and someone who dares to use deities in his erotic novels, Fowles has a remarkable imagination.

However, she only thought about these outrageous speculations and didn't dare to say them out loud.

"I think I mentioned to you before that Lawrence, Anlisa, and I all come from the same organization, right?"

Dorian Gray was unaware of the students' speculations; his face merely betrayed his delight, his tone gentle yet tinged with seriousness.

Wait, why bring this up out of the blue? Have I already been exposed...?

Fowles Wall was taken aback, not understanding what his teacher meant, so he could only nod awkwardly and say with a forced smile:

"Yes, teacher, you did mention it, but you didn't say anything more."

Once a person tells the first lie, they need more lies to cover it up. The writer had no choice but to secretly become more vigilant to avoid giving herself away.

However, Dorian Gray simply shook his head and said with a sigh of relief:

"Heh, starting today, I will tell you everything. In fact, in the past, for safety reasons, we did need to take some precautions."

"But now, it's no longer needed!"

"Lawrence and I both come from an ancient family, a family whose name was extremely prominent in the Quaternary period: Abraham."

…………

It took Fowles a full half hour to barely process the history in his mind.

"Now that the ancestors of the Fifth Age have returned, there is no need to hide any longer, and as Abraham's student, you should naturally take on this honor."

"..."

Upon hearing this, Fors fell silent for a moment. Even as a novelist, she didn't know what kind of lies to make up next.

Mr. Ron's solution to the full moon ramblings is to bring the problem back to its root.

Should I be shocked? But this looks so fake!

Fowles wasn't particularly surprised by this, because the Full Moon Talk hadn't appeared for several months, so she was already somewhat prepared.

It's perfectly normal for a deity to do anything.

Teacher, actually I've been a "Tarot reader" for a long time. Look at the hidden symbols on the back of my hand, they're very meticulous...

Silently muttering to himself, Fowles took a deep breath and sighed with regret:

"Teacher, I know a very good psychologist. Perhaps you should see him..."

The psychologist in question is naturally the "Justice" lady from the Tarot Club, and saying such things in this context is simply to demonstrate a normal person's reaction.

"You don't believe me?"

"Teacher, this isn't a matter of belief or disbelief. It's like when your peaceful life is just getting on track, and suddenly you receive a letter saying that you have an uncle who is a billionaire, has no children, and only you can inherit his wealth..."

At this point, Fors muttered to himself:

"That sounds like a scam..."

Dorian Gray's face turned green, but after thinking about it for a while, he realized that it really made sense.

So he didn't press the matter, and continued:

"Actually, I'm here today to tell you a way to save your life in extremely dangerous situations!"

At this point, Dorian Gray's expression suddenly turned serious.

"You need to recite a sacred name, and this great being will help you because you are a student of Abraham!"

Your honorable name is:

"The great gate of all doors, the guide to the endless starry sky, the key to all mysterious worlds."

"You must remember this!"

Dorian Gray, his temples graying, looked at his student with a headache. He hadn't expected that the student's words would become so sharp after only a month apart.

"Regardless, she is Abraham's student; an anchor that doesn't belong to an outsider should be more stable..."

There was no other way, after all, the return of the ancestor was said to have involved a huge favor, and he was not in good condition, so he urgently needed to gather the family members together, and each and every anchor was extremely precious.

"Okay, teacher, I've got it!"

No, in a real crisis, I would definitely choose Mr. Fool...

He nodded somewhat sheepishly in response. Just as Fowles was about to ask if there was anything else, Dorian Gray spoke again:

"You must also remember the name of another great being, who is the source of wisdom, the god of wealth, and the best teacher of scholars."

"The God of Wealth!?"

As a rather shallow pauper, Fowles immediately noticed the money, and his eyes instantly brightened slightly.

"Yes, God of Wealth, remember that this being is majestic and holy, who only does righteous things and possesses noble and pure virtues."

"He rarely responds to believers, almost never, but you can try it; it might work in a crisis!"

"Teacher, what is His name?"

If this being actually responds, would He give me a large sum of money for free?

"I can't wait to ask," Fowles asked, his voice full of anticipation and interest. He knew that the honored name didn't have to be said aloud, but there had to be something to look forward to, right?

"Good, you must remember that His name is the ruler of time and space, the ultimate point to which all things return to oneness, and the all-knowing and all-seeing infinite wisdom."

what?

Upon hearing this esteemed name, Fowles Wall trembled violently. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open, never expecting it to be an old acquaintance.

Do you have money?

There is a high probability.

But does it possess noble and pure virtues?

Lying will get you struck by lightning!

In that instant, Miss Magician felt a mix of emotions, as if she were recalling the excruciating pain during her medical examination and the joy of receiving two thousand pounds.

Huh? You still want money? I'd be lucky if He didn't slap me twice!

If we really encounter danger, I'll still choose Mr. Fool...

After all, Mr. Fool is cheap—no, it's more likely that the fees he requires are all at member prices…

………………

Nighttime, East District.

Inside Fat Duke's Tavern.

"You mean, this letter was given to me by my 'father'?"

"Yes, sir," the writer said with a strange expression.

"Impressive, impressive, you really are impressive! You even know my 'father'!"

Taking the letter, glancing at it, the Time Angel carelessly tossed it aside, then clapped his hands expressionlessly, while simultaneously retracting the twelve ring-shaped insects that were clinging to Fors.

have a finger in the pie

As a "thief," getting Amon to change is harder than climbing to heaven.

However, his half-dead father clearly did not agree, so he used the minor disturbances caused by his eldest son to further spread the influence.

They tried to make the angel of time too powerful to control, forcing Him to continue the cause of resisting capitalists.

Doing something meaningful is better than doing nothing. After all, the father bears some responsibility for raising the child to be the way he is.

As for whether Amon will give up, suddenly run away, and deceive everyone?

According to his half-father, this is absolutely impossible.

Because Amon will absolutely not give up easily before overthrowing Ron, the biggest capitalist in the Rune Kingdom.

Since Ron appeared, only he knows how much injustice he, a dignified angel, has suffered. Now that he finally has a chance to get revenge, and his own father is willing to help him, anyone would seize the opportunity.

"Why does this feel so awkward?"

Looking at the bustling crowd below the stage, Shi Tianshi had a feeling that something was wrong.

Logically speaking, these people should all become His clones, but once they become clones, they will lose their life-saving trump card against that despicable guy.

"Forget it, let's keep lying. When the time comes, I'll not only bankrupt that guy and leave him heartbroken, but I'll also make these little bugs lose their united belief."

"Mmm~ that taste, just thinking about it makes me feel wonderful."

Tuesday afternoon.

Ron awoke from his reverie, loosened his arms, moved his round face away from the slump, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Strictly speaking, he wasn't asleep; he was just enjoying the warmth of the embrace.

"So, you just left like that?"

Even the men of Intis would light a cigarette afterward and chat with the beautiful ladies for a few minutes.

Amanisis opened her deep, dark eyes, which resembled the bottom of a pool, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips. She reached out and poked the limp little fish with her finger.

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

Ron then acted shamelessly, slapping away the "Goddess of the Night's" jade-like finger.

He stood up from the bed, pale-faced, straightened his back, and unsteadily put on his clothes, wanting to escape this place of trouble as soon as possible.

The demonic wolf was truly terrifying; in just one day and one night, it was more exhausting than fighting the "Primordial Creator" for several days.

As expected of an old woman who has accumulated power for thousands of years, she is not someone to be trifled with.

The Goddess of the Night smiled as she stared at the small fry whose condition had clearly declined, the mockery on her lips becoming increasingly glaring.

Compared to the paleness on Ron's handsome face, His eyes were bright and watery, his brows were relaxed and his face was rosy and healthy.

"Heh, you're not impotent, are you?"

"They can't even satisfy me, yet they want all three of them together. Some people really know how to talk big..."

"Ha, you lecherous bastard~ You coward~"

"..."

"You, you, you shouldn't be so arrogant!"

Hearing such sarcasm, the blond boy almost choked. He raised his finger shakily, like a stubborn little fish that had been trained, and could only pretend to be tough.

He wanted to continue educating the little she-wolf, but the feeling of being completely drained and the beautiful goddess's open embrace made the great Ron Sothos hesitate.

There are no fields that are over-cultivated, only oxen that are exhausted.

Effort and reward are clearly not equal.

The boy may have wanted to use his power to cheat, but once he used his power, wouldn't that confirm that he was incompetent?

"Damn it! You just wait, I'll be back!!!"

The small fry flung his arm and fled in panic.

There wasn't a single drop left.

…………

Ron lit a cigarette, took a satisfying drag, and suddenly shuddered.

"How come Amanisis is even stronger than last time? Even with the Crimson Moon's blessing, she shouldn't be this fierce..."

"Damn it, she definitely cheated. I remember she had a very good relationship with the Earth Mother Goddess..."

"I wonder how Rosell manages to have so much energy. Perhaps we can discuss it when we find Him..."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and without dwelling on the romance of the previous night, the blond youth tidied himself up and, following the coordinates relayed by "The Fool," arrived at a secluded sea area.

That was a message from Mr. "The Hanged Man," containing the coordinates of the Thodol Empire's ghost ship.

If I didn't have important business to attend to, I could have spent the whole day with Him...

With a thought to himself, Ron locked onto his target.

He spread his arms and transformed into a golden shooting star, gliding down from the sky and crashing straight into the three-masted sailboat that was in autopilot mode.

A crew member dressed in a sailor's uniform pushed open the tightly closed door to the captain's cabin. His arm muscles bulged, and his face was flushed red to the point of turning purple. He looked like he could unleash three hundred percent of the fighting power of his enraged subjects.

As soon as he entered the captain's cabin, he shouted loudly to Alger, who was drawing a nautical chart:

"Your Excellency, something terrible has happened!"

"A cheap-looking young man showed up outside and said he wanted to rob us!"

Why are you yelling so loudly?

Although he was mentally prepared, Alger Wilson was still taken aback.

This was something he had discussed with Ron, so that not only would he not be suspected by the sailors, but Ron would also have complete control over the overall situation of the ship.

"And if they handle the situation properly and protect these sailors, they will certainly earn considerable merit..."

This is a win-win situation!

Upon seeing the reckless sailor before him, he immediately frowned and said in a deep voice:

"I've told you so many times, once we're at sea, we're pirates. You have to call me Captain."

"Also, you said someone is trying to rob us. This is the open sea. Except for some demigods who have obtained their powers through special means, no one can board the ship under these circumstances."

"Are you sure he's alone and there aren't any other boats around?"

The Storm Church crew member paused for a moment, then scratched his head, and finally said urgently in a loud voice:

"I'm sure it really was him, flying down from the sky all by himself!"

Upon hearing this, Alger Wilson's eyes flashed with intelligence, and his expression immediately changed drastically. He then slammed his hand on the table.

"Damn it, stop those sailors! He's definitely a high-sequence individual!"

The burly man in the sailor suit paused for a moment, then realized that what his captain said made a lot of sense.

Why didn't I think of that?

No wonder he's a bishop!

"I'll go right now!"

He left the captain's cabin and ran wildly towards the outside.

Since Alger started playing the role of a pirate on the high seas, most of his crew members have never needed to use their brains, so all the sailors have come to appreciate their captain's wisdom.

"Sigh, time to get to work."

"It's impossible to see what it looks like from above the gray fog, but if we meet in the real world, we should be able to see the true form of the deity."

Suppressing his excitement and trembling hands, Alger downed the rest of the Sonia Blood Wine in one gulp, then straightened his clothes and leisurely went up to the deck.

"You're their leader?"

"It doesn't look that great, does it?"

?

Alger Wilson, who was walking briskly with a smile on his face, paused, his anger, which had been suppressed for many years, rising uncontrollably.

Those arrogant and belittling words seemed to have a magical power, echoing wildly in his mind. Even the caution he had maintained for many years could not suppress this violent anger.

Because of his background, Alger's biggest fear is being looked down upon!

"Alger, what's wrong? You have to hold it in, it's just acting..."

The captain of the Azure Avenger's smile remained, though his face flushed slightly. He squinted and carefully examined the blond-haired, golden-eyed boy before him, who successfully matched the image above the gray mist.

"But why does His complexion always seem a bit off, and why does He always walk with an uneven gait?"

"Could it be because after each Tarot reading session, He has to compete with Mr. 'The Fool,' and that's causing him too much strain?"

As Alger recalled the events of the tarot gathering, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Although the person before them was confirmed to be a god one hundred percent, the "Fool," as the host who convened the gathering, must also be an existence of the same level.

"Given His temperament, He will surely give Mr. Fool a lot of headaches, and there may even be occasional conflicts."

Realizing this, Alger's imagination became more and more logical, and he immediately showed a knowing look on his face.

He glanced at the sailors surrounding the blond boy and said seriously:

"Sir, we belong to the Storm Church, not true pirates. If you wish to uphold justice, you've come to the wrong place."

At this point, Alger Wilson looked regretful and then waved his hand, signaling all the sailors carrying guns and knives to leave.

"It would be very difficult to reach the island without a boat at sea. We can give you a ride for free, what do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Ron pretended to ponder for a moment, and finally nodded reluctantly.

"Hmph, you're smart to know what's good for you!"

The "Hanged Man" glanced around, lowered his arms to draw the attention of all the crew members, and then loudly commanded in an encouraging tone:

"Go and bring the best ingredients from the warehouse. We must welcome this gentleman, this high-ranking individual!"

Upon hearing this, the surroundings immediately fell silent, followed by a series of whispers. The sailors who had not been warned were talking amongst themselves, clearly having already pieced together the truth in their minds.

"It's a high-sequence individual!"

"As expected of the captain, he resolved the crisis so easily."

"With a storm raging overhead, my pants were soaked when that guy fell from the sky. I thought I was going to die today!"

"If we had made a move, we would probably be dead by now."

"The captain can actually negotiate with high-sequence beings! I... I... I want to have his child!"

Alger's lips curled into a slight smile as he heard the whispers, but the expression on his face shattered upon hearing the last sentence.

Keeping a straight face, he silently memorized the "0" among the group of men, then immediately took two steps forward and greeted Ron as if they were meeting for the first time.

The sailors were quite sensible; they knew this was the best way to avoid conflict. Although they didn't understand why a high-sequence item would fall from the sky, no one would risk their life.

Ten minutes later

A bright campfire was lit on the ship, and to the sound of the pirates singing in unison, Ron was laid out before him a feast of oysters, sea cucumbers, seahorses, scallops, scallops, and shrimp.

?

What do you seem to be implying?

The blond boy muttered to himself, turning to look at Alger beside him. The "Hanged Man" smiled knowingly, as if to say...

Don't worry, it's very nutritious.

(End of this chapter)