Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 511 Arrogant and Overbearing Klein (5.3K) - Two-in-One

While preparations were in full swing at the Governor's Mansion, Klein, with Ron's handsome face, strolled along leisurely without any hurry.

He strode with an air of nonchalance, displaying the most arrogant demeanor of both his past and present lives, like a proud and haughty rooster strolling leisurely down the street.

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He really got away with it.

Wherever he went, he was met with intense gazes, which made Klein's feelings rather complicated.

"This face is so eye-catching! My presence seems to have increased dozens, even hundreds of times..."

At this moment, the fortune teller Lao Liu, who always crawled in the gutter, felt uneasy all over, as if something was crawling on his body.

Are you trying to attract so much attention because you're afraid bad guys won't be able to find you, Ron?

You little brat, if it weren't for a deity, you'd probably be captured and sold into slavery long ago, instead of being raised as a homeless child like I was back then...

After sensing that someone was already following him from dozens of meters away, Klein silently grumbled to himself and unconsciously quickened his pace slightly.

If we don't leave now, the chrysanthemums will start to feel the chill!

To be honest, Klein wasn't the real Ron.

Even though he was very talented as a faceless man and had years of experience in deceiving people by impersonating gods.

However, the blond boy's long-standing indifference and divine aura were something that a mere Sequence Six could not completely imitate.

Moreover, Mr. Fool's type is completely different from Ron's, so it is necessary to show the necessary character traits at all times.

Only in this way can the disguise be perfect enough to shoulder the responsibility of attracting the attention of a demigod.

"I bet I was just strolling around the streets, and news of me has already reached the Governor's office. Although the patrols are cautious, fortune tellers are very sensitive to scrutinizing eyes..."

"After all, only in this way can we attract the most attention; we always need to give the target some preparation time..."

As Klein's thoughts raced, he forcibly looked away from the various signs on the street, which revealed parts of the little brat's character, and then he inwardly grumbled.

He entered a tavern, hesitated for a long time, but still took out a five-pound note and slammed it on the table without any hesitation.

"Give me your strongest drink, keep the change!"

His heart was breaking, but he outwardly pretended to be perfectly normal, as if those mere five pounds were nothing more than five pennies to him.

"I don't care about this small amount of money at all..."

He muttered to himself expressionlessly, not quite accepting this kind of unwarranted spending.

After wandering around the streets for a while, he suddenly spotted a familiar singing sprite in the distance.

Klein knew that others had already made preparations, so he pretended to be generous and tossed a few ten-pound notes to the street-singing elf.

After experiencing the troubles of the wealthy, he got up with a heavy heart and headed to the governor's mansion.

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"Halt! Entry to the Governor's Mansion is prohibited for unauthorized personnel!"

The handsome blond boy had just taken his first step when he was stopped by the guards at the entrance of the governor's mansion.

Klein didn't need to think carefully at all; his delicate and cute little face immediately showed a disdainful expression, and then, as if he had inherited Ron's ominous qualities, he immediately said to start in C gear.

"Damn it, are you blind?!"

He arrogantly raised his foot and kicked, sending the guards standing at the archway flying several meters away.

Cool!!!

Although arrogance and domineering behavior are not things that a positive character should do, Mr. Fool, who has always been cautious, is now feeling a kind of pleasure in bullying men and women.

Mr. Fool, the savior of suffering, is Ron the wicked murderer and arsonist.

If it weren't for the lack of strength, who wouldn't want to get things done standing up like Ron?

Ignoring the guards who had been kicked down, Klein stepped over them and was about to smash open the iron gate with his fist when a serious-looking, old-fashioned man in his thirties or forties with a receding hairline, dressed in the uniform of a naval admiral, strode over.

"That's... Emilius Levitt!?"

"Is this brat so powerful? I just arrived, and a demigod has gone to such lengths to personally greet me at the door!?"

Sigh... When will Mr. Fool have such face? But if he were exposed now, he'd definitely be seen as an evil god...

Without time to think too much, Klein felt somewhat nervous as Emilius Levitt approached with a forced smile.

He quickly suppressed the changes in his facial muscles and subtle body movements, then gave an arrogant and disdainful snort.

"You're Emilius Levitt?"

"Tsk, it doesn't look that great..."

Disappointment flashed in his golden eyes, but an air of arrogance emanated from him.

Yes, that's the taste! Demigods are nothing!

Klein's heart skipped a beat as he sensed the brat's arrogant, disdainful attitude.

He immediately put what he had just learned into practice, causing Emilius Levitt, who had already stood in front of the blond boy, to freeze in his tracks, as if a flame had suddenly risen in his heart and shot straight into his brain.

Having been a demigod for so many years, no one has ever dared to speak to him so loudly.

This is just a barrage of belittling and mockery. What did they eat to grow such sweet little mouths?

Aside from the demigod whose expression was slightly stiff, Lu Er'an and the guards behind him also looked at each other with their mouths slightly open, but no one dared to say a word.

So arrogant, won't you get beaten up if you go out?

Just as everyone was stunned and at a loss for what to do because of Ron's demeanor, Klein felt much more at ease and gained a lot of confidence out of nowhere.

Just freeze in place. Do you think you can handle a kid's foul mouth?

The boy raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, tilted his small mouth, and continued arrogantly:

"The local governor's office is truly impolite. Since they've seen me, why don't they bow?"

Klein, who looked like a young boy, stepped forward, his golden eyes revealing a hint of mockery, a touch of smugness, a dash of arrogance, and a dash of authority.

Besides Ron's arrogance and domineering attitude, Klein's provocation and pretentious skills were also masterful.

In that instant, the aura of the "god" was revealed. His words, spoken calmly and confidently with an air of authority, were so powerful that the demigod of the "Judge" pathway could hardly lift his head.

The fortune teller is like this; the whole process is a complete scam.

An immense pressure suddenly emanated from Klein. Although Emilius Levitt did not sense any extraordinary power, the psychological burden made the demigod's heart pound faster.

This is the power of the gods; simply by virtue of their aura, they possess more majesty than even the royal angels…

At that moment, Emilius was completely certain of the person before him. He took a breath and then smiled, saying:

"Your Excellency, my Lord of Storms, no matter what, as a devout believer, it is best to maintain a certain degree of reverence for the gods."

Upon hearing this, the boy shrugged noncommittally.

"I thought you were going to come right over and punch me. That would be the highest form of devotion to that guy."

Klein actually wanted to use the name "Leodro" to show Ron's cool and domineering heavyweight status.

However, he stopped abruptly as soon as he was about to speak, immediately employing the art of ambiguity and changing to a harmless form of address.

This isn't above the gray fog; you can't just casually call out the name of a god here, or you'll probably get struck by lightning and end up with extraordinary abilities.

"That guy..."

Emilius Levitt's face twitched. Although he had been a demigod for so many years, there were very few things that could frighten him.

But even the gods could still instill fear in him.

"Sir, please forgive our rudeness. After all, I am not an extraordinary person of the Sailor Path, and I am not very devout in nature."

Emilius made a self-deprecating remark, which eased the tense and heavy atmosphere.

As expected of a naval admiral, you're quite humorous. However, this is quite different from your serious and rigid reputation. I thought you would frown and be tough when facing gods. Indeed, everyone wears a mask to some extent.

At that moment, Klein felt the earth-shattering changes brought about by his different identities.

If he were to come to the governor's mansion as Gehrman Sparrow, who had hunted down the pirate general, he would likely only be received by the secretary.

He arrived here as a god, but in return he received comprehensive and impeccable service, to the point that even a demigod could only offer the most flattering words.

Klein admitted that he had indeed gotten a little carried away.

He called himself "The Fool" for bragging, but Ron was truly awesome.

"It's just a small matter; you can also change your faith."

"Alright, I'm not going to waste my breath on you. I'm here to collect the bounty. You've had so much time; you should have finished raising the funds by now, right?"

Upon hearing this, the Kingdom's naval admiral nodded emphatically.

"Your Excellency, eight hundred thousand pounds is no small sum, and the final count is still underway."

"However, that is not important. What is important is that you have cleared away the greatest calamity on the sea. On behalf of the entire navy of the kingdom, as well as the merchants and passengers on the sea, I thank you for your help."

At this point, Emilius Levitt bowed respectfully.

"I hosted a banquet for you at the Governor's Palace, which, in Rosell's words, was a victory celebration."

"I wonder if you'd be interested?"

"As for the money, we will arrange for professional personnel to escort it to your address."

"Hmph, lead the way."

The moment money was mentioned, Klein's tense mind relaxed a little.

That's 800,000 pounds that's tax-free, enough to cover a year's rent for an earl!

Given the rivalry between the Loen Conservative Party and the New Party, this sum would be enough to secure a hereditary baronial title on either side.

Sometimes I think about it, and it's really ironic that a Saint of Sequence Three only has the title of a hereditary baron.

However, Klein didn't mind. He had already made up his mind that when he saw Ron again, he would shamelessly cling to the little brat's leg and try to get some reward money when collecting the bounty.

Even if it means selling his body, becoming a servant, performing acrobatics, being played with at Ron's behest, or getting beaten up, Klein is determined to be shameless!

Even if you deduct one-tenth of the commission, that's 80,000 pounds. Even if you deduct one percent, that's still 8,000 pounds!

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Mr. World is amazing! His acting is so realistic. I guess I need to reassess my relationship with Mr. Ron.

Moreover, Mr. World's demeanor seems somewhat familiar; that relaxed, as if he had everything under control aura seems familiar...

"Is it Mr. 'The Fool'?"

"Is he imitating Mr. Fool?"

"That's true. If we follow Mr. Ron's performance exactly, the difficulties he faces will probably increase dramatically."

"So, Mr. World's shrewd persona at the Tarot meeting was probably all an act. I really didn't see through it at all."

In the distance, Audrey Hall stood under a street lamp with a complicated expression.

The girl was dressed in a black robe, beneath which was a night-colored gown. She wore black gauze gloves on both hands, and her golden hair was meticulously styled, adorned with hair ornaments that looked extremely expensive.

Her exquisite face, comparable to that of a high-ranking witch, was adorned with light makeup, which made the girl's beauty even more captivating, like a golden flower blooming with bright radiance.

Pedestrians and carriages came and went on the street, but no one gave the stunningly beautiful girl a second glance, as if Audrey was in a blind spot for everyone's senses.

Hypnotists—the hidden voices of psychology!

This is an indispensable part of the infiltration process, and it is also the main reason why Audrey dared to enter the Governor's Palace to look for clues.

Upon seeing the figure disappear into the Governor's Mansion, "Justice" Audrey suppressed her tension, calmed herself down, and waited by the roadside for a few minutes before quickly walking into the archway of the Governor's Mansion.

Under the cover of psychology, the ordinary guards did not discover the girl's whereabouts. She was like a fairy dancing among the flowers, effortlessly entering an attic.

She concealed herself and carefully examined the interior of the governor's mansion through the crack in the door, comparing it with the information she remembered.

The intelligence was obtained by hypnotizing a servant in the governor's mansion when the plan was set up, so it is detailed enough and highly credible.

"Although the Governor's Mansion is only one-third the size of the Hall family's residence, it will still take at least 24 hours to search it completely."

A four-story red-roofed building stands across the front and back of the Governor's Palace. The building's structure is not straight, but rather subtly forms a square shape, tightly enclosing the office area.

Behind the office area is the residence of Admiral Emilius Levitt of the Kingdom's Navy.

There are not only a considerable number of extraordinary beings there, but also servants, soldiers, and officers, and perhaps even witches.

"However, most of the extraordinary beings have probably already gone to the banquet, which makes things much easier for me. I only need to guard against witches hiding somewhere."

"According to intelligence, the office area is clearly normal, and with so many people coming and going, it's simply not a suitable place to hide anything."

After a moment of contemplation, "Justice" Audrey bent down, sometimes hiding in a corner, sometimes using the bushes to conceal herself, and arrived at the back of the governor's mansion unnoticed by anyone.

The beautiful noblewoman was stunned for a moment as soon as she entered.

A figure dressed in a black robe, similar to hers, was lurking suspiciously ahead. He would sometimes hide behind the archway, sometimes slip into a corner, and sometimes circle around behind the guards, like a thief.

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Audrey fell silent for a moment, scratching her blonde hair somewhat embarrassedly.

Others are a mirror of oneself. The noble lady realized that what she thought was a graceful, elegant roll and dodge was not as dignified as she had imagined.

He could even be described as quite pathetic, and if Ron were here, he probably wouldn't hesitate to laugh at him.

"Who is he? It can't be such a coincidence, can it?"

The noblewoman pursed her lips and hid behind a bush, peeking out her golden head to carefully observe the black-robed figure who was rolling around unnoticed.

A gentle breeze blew by, and the hood of the figure in the black robe slipped down, revealing an old man holding a bush and frantically rolling and hiding.

His hair was as white as snow, his face had no obvious wrinkles, and he wore a black eye patch that completely covered his eyes.

An eye mask!?

blind!?

How did you manage to evade so many soldiers on patrol?!

Even though she had already been promoted to a Sequence Six "Hypnotist", Audrey still couldn't suppress her urge to complain.

But just then, as Audrey was about to take another closer look, the old man wearing the blindfold slipped. He seemed to have sensed something. A vicious dog pounced on its prey and hid behind a thick tree trunk, then poked its head out and looked in Audrey's direction.

He saw me!?

Although she was in a state of psychological invisibility, the spiritual premonition of being discovered was so strong that the noble lady did not hesitate. Relying on her psychological invisibility, she immediately got up and tried to slip away quickly from under the noses of the patrolling soldiers.

Even with her eyes closed, her psychological disguise could be seen through; she must be either a Sequence Four or a Sequence Five who wields a sacred relic.

This situation was far beyond her expectations, and there was simply no chance to salvage it.

But just then, Audrey Hall's unlucky foot slipped, and her body, which was about to straighten up, stumbled forward and squatted back down.

"Shh, keep your voice down. There's a Witch of Despair hiding inside the Governor's Mansion."

An aged voice entered Audrey Hall's ears from afar, causing her to freeze in place as she prepared to cast the spell, her mind racing with a myriad of thoughts.

There's another witch? The Witch of Despair should be a demigod, so why would the royal family allow a demigod from a cult to reside in the governor's mansion?

What does he mean? Why is he telling me all this?!

Judging from the old gentleman's behavior, he was not from the Governor's Office, and could not even be considered neutral. He was likely an adversary, otherwise he would not have needed to be as secretive as I was.

Having figured this out, the noblewoman felt a little more at ease. She cautiously peeked out and looked at the old man with the eye patch again.

"Come here."

The old man with snow-white hair kept waving, gesturing for Audrey to come over to him.

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The blonde girl pondered for a moment, gripped the talisman in her pocket, and then carefully got up and changed position in the corner.

As soon as she reached a bush within five meters of the old man, she saw the old man, who seemed to be a demigod, chuckle:

"Hey, audience, I haven't seen an Extraordinary being through this route in a long time."

"You're a member of the Life School? You also received a message from that fat guy Darkwell to rescue Roy King?"

Darkwell?

Isn't that the name of the pharmacy owner? I remember Susie was very afraid of him.

Audrey's brows, hidden by her black robe, furrowed slightly as she hesitated before asking in return:

"Darkwell, who owns a chubby owl?"

"That's right! It's that idiot!"

The old man sighed repeatedly as he spoke.

How could Roy King's student be so stupid? He should be grateful that the "Rose School" has been "incorporated" and that the traitors of the "Life School" are not so free to act. Otherwise, the sealed artifact would have been taken away long ago, and he would have been hacked to death long ago!

(End of this chapter)