Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 512 Leodorus's Water is Abundant (6.K) - Part 2

"The School of Life?"

"I think I've heard of this secret organization at a tarot reading."

"It turns out that one of their key members was captured by the Governor's Office, and that member named Roy King was also the teacher of that chubby pharmacist."

"I discovered the witch I was tracking through him, and eventually traced her all the way to the Governor's Mansion..."

"We've come full circle! What a coincidence!"

Audrey fell into deep thought, while secretly remaining on guard.

This "generous city" rooted in the sea is so small that, amidst the scheming of various forces, they eventually all become entangled in the same situation.

The noblewoman's wariness did not interrupt Richard's words; his tone remained unchanged and even carried a hint of admiration.

"I had planned to come back to rescue Roy King later; given his luck, he wouldn't be in any immediate danger."

"However, fate told me that today was the perfect opportunity, and sure enough, I happened to arrive just in time for a large-scale banquet being held at the Governor's Mansion."

"Ha, now both the Witch of Despair and Emilius Levitt will focus on the banquet, inevitably leaving gaps in their defense."

"That being arrived just in time. A quarter of an hour ago, I thought I had no chance and was almost gone..."

"Poor Roy King, he's really lucky today."

Hearing the old man's words, Audrey muttered to herself:

"That being... he's referring to Mr. Ron?"

"You didn't need to emphasize it so many times. I can tell you're trying to find out some information, but unfortunately, that Mr. Ron was Mr. World in disguise..."

"And another thing, did you decide to rescue your comrade based on luck? That's too, uh, too superstitious..."

The girl hesitated for a few seconds before finally finding the right words. Maintaining her composure as a spectator, her appearance remained perfectly normal, even her breathing was steady. Finally, she pursed her lips and asked tentatively in a strange tone:

"Do you know that person?"

Upon hearing this, Rijkaard immediately pulled up his blindfold and chuckled as if he had expected it:

"In the extraordinary world, it seems that no extraordinary person who is well-informed does not know that person."

"After all, nobody wants to become the next King of the Five Seas."

At this point, Rijkaard paused, as if realizing something, and then said in a questioning tone:

"Hiss... Little girl, I was guided by fate to seize this opportunity to infiltrate the Governor's mansion, but how did you manage it?"

I used a lot of luck to find this opportunity, while others can infiltrate it so easily. Wasn't all my luck wasted?

Are there really geniuses with incredible luck?!

Upon thinking of this, the white-haired old man immediately revealed an expression of deep hatred.

"Could it be that you're in cahoots? Otherwise, it's impossible for it to be such a coincidence..."

However, before the aged voice could finish, Rajud denied his guess.

"No, if that's his style, he could just turn the Governor's Mansion upside down if he wanted to do something. Why go through all this trouble?"

That person's whereabouts cannot be predicted by mere fate.

I am merely a demigod, not a first-order Mercury Serpent. How could I possibly have the ability to predict matters related to the gods?

Even with good fortune and a sense of destiny, one can only be disturbed and obscured at a higher level.

Because the gap in their levels is too huge!

The aged voice fell silent, and the old man with the eye patch gazed thoughtfully at Audrey, who was hidden beneath a black robe. For a moment, the scene seemed somewhat comical.

"..."

"So, since you knew something was wrong, why did you say so much?"

The analysis from the demigod was logical and well-founded, making Audrey's scalp tingle slightly while she couldn't suppress her urge to complain.

She never expected that in just one encounter, the entire plan would be dissected and exposed by a demigod with so many flaws.

However, this demigod relied not on rigorous logical reasoning, but more on guesses based on good luck.

This dealt a heavy blow to the noblewoman who was in charge of the project.

"Actually, I feel like I've always been pretty lucky. Good luck, good luck. Extraordinary abilities are related to luck. Which path leads to being an extraordinary person?"

"I remember the Life School has two paths: 'Pharmacist' and 'Monster'."

"The name 'Pharmacist' doesn't quite fit, so is it a 'monster'?"

She entered audience mode, her thoughts racing, analyzing her current situation from different angles.

Perhaps because she had gained a lot of experience from going on adventures with Ron earlier than expected, Audrey's emerald green eyes suddenly sparkled.

Why would he say these things to me? A demigod is not a novice in the mystical world.

"Logically, to avoid any accidents, he shouldn't have called me over, let alone revealed that he belongs to the Life School."

"Isn't he afraid I'm from the Governor's Office, or an enemy of the School of Life?"

"If it were me, I would rather pretend to be truly blind..."

So, he's testing me?

"This demigod of the Life School couldn't confirm Mr. Ron's authenticity, nor did he know if we were enemies, so he risked testing us?"

"Hmm, if they were enemies, a demigod would definitely run faster than me. If they weren't enemies, I might even get some help?"

"How cunning! They even said everything is just luck!"

If it weren't for the inconvenience of the occasion, the noble lady would definitely have crossed her arms, puffed out her cheeks, and made a sullen face.

However, to maintain her image, she merely furrowed her beautiful eyebrows and revealed a bright smile beneath the black robe that only covered the upper half of her face.

"Sir, no matter what, the enemy of my enemy is my friend."

As soon as the sweet voice faded, Audrey Hall saw the demigod of the Life School in front of her breathe a sigh of relief.

However, she didn't stop, and continued speaking in a carefully chosen tone:

"Sir, you are here to rescue members of the organization, and I am here to rescue people as well. With that person's tacit approval, my companions have already attracted the attention of all the extraordinary individuals in the Governor's Mansion."

"This can't last long, I think we should hurry!"

The noblewoman spoke hastily, as if the unfamiliar demigod she had only met for less than three minutes was a long-time collaborator.

The audience, no matter who they are, are all black once you cut them open, not even the elegant, beautiful, honest and intelligent noble ladies.

With just two sentences, he brought both sides to the same side and subtly conveyed that he had powerful backers and that he himself had certain value to be exploited.

Faced with a strange demigod, this was the best solution Audrey could think of in a short time.

"Are they trying to pull me onto their ship? And what do they mean by 'your companion' attracting the attention of a demigod?"

"So it really was a counterfeit. No wonder I happened to run into it here. But thankfully, if it had been the real thing, I would have been in big trouble."

"What does it mean to have been tacitly approved by that being? Was it with permission to transform into that being's appearance?!"

Rajud's eye twitched slightly beneath his blindfold, before he forced himself into a mechanical, calm analysis.

He pondered for a moment, gaining a clearer understanding of the current situation. Instead of refusing the noblewoman's invitation, he smiled and said in the same tone:

"Then we might be going the same way. I know where the Governor's Mansion's prison for high-ranking criminals is located. Perhaps your target is there too."

"Audrey, you're amazing!"

Hearing this, Audrey mentally pumped her fist, seemingly very satisfied with her handling of the situation and her ability to adapt. Her tone remained unchanged, and she merely nodded slightly with a slight upturn of her lips.

"No problem, everything will proceed smoothly under that person's watchful eye."

"But why do I always feel like I've forgotten something?"

She pursed her lips slightly, quickly putting the question out of her mind. The most important thing now was to find evidence of the royal family's human trafficking as soon as possible and to rescue the imprisoned slaves.

The magnificent hall reflected the bright morning sunlight. Even during the day, the crystal chandeliers overhead and the gleaming brass candlesticks still radiated heat and brilliance, making the magnificent hall seem like heaven.

Although the banquet at the Governor's Mansion was prepared in a very rushed manner, it was still held in a very proper manner.

After all, balls, banquets, and afternoon teas are considered standard for high society in the Kingdom of Rune.

As the governor's residence for the kingdom's overseas colonies, it naturally had to be well-stocked with drinks, tobacco, chefs, service staff, and various ingredients.

Fortunately, very few people attended the banquet; only the extraordinary individuals from the Governor's Mansion came to add to the atmosphere, so there was no need to consider their needs.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, Klein, though inwardly grieved, outwardly maintained a smile as he downed a glass of extremely strong distilled liquor.

At that moment, he was almost in a daze.

This wine is both spicy and hot; is it even fit for human consumption?!

However, Klein's troubles went far beyond drinking strong distilled spirits.

Before the banquet began, Emilius Levitt, using the excuse of being busy with official business, went to the side and whispered with the naval officers about something, occasionally raising his glass to show how much he valued this guest.

Before he left, the general with thick eyebrows and big eyes actually found a lady to accompany him.

"Your Excellency, you may call me Octavia. Would you like another drink?"

A woman in a black dress nestled beside Klein. Her attire was both passionate and daring, revealing a large expanse of her back, along with her delicate collarbone and a third of her circumference, to Klein's view.

Her voice had an ethereal, holy quality; her beautiful face and enigmatic smile exuded an irresistible allure; her dark eyes, like a deep forest, shimmered with a profound and silent light; and her golden hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall, occasionally releasing a faint fragrance that drifted into the numb nose of Klein.

Without needing to think, the experienced Klein knew exactly what was around him.

She's 100% a witch!

Based on his extensive experience, the witch's appearance and demeanor indicated that her rank was not low, and the aura emanating from her body even surpassed that of a "General of Disease," which undoubtedly signified something tragic.

Demi god!

Why do I have such a problem with witches?

"Moreover, I also have to act under the watchful eyes of two demigods, which doubles the difficulty."

Klein was scratching his head in frustration, extremely anxious.

Looking back on the bumpy road Mr. Fool has traveled, he has had so many encounters with witches that he can't even count them on his fingers.

Ever since Mrs. Sharon of Tingen wanted to learn history from him, Klein seemed to have developed some special quality, always attracting these extraordinary individuals who were rarely seen in ordinary times.

"Damn it, that damned 'Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Profound Yellow,' am I going to end up being captured and slept with by the Primordial Witch again?"

In Klein's view, the reason why his "luck in love" was so rampant must be inseparable from the influence of the Old Master, after all, Ron said that their fates were intertwined.

At this moment, although he was panicking inside, the "Faceless Man" remained outwardly calm as a rock. He leaned back leisurely, displaying a disdainful attitude, and said:

"There's even a witch inside the Governor's Mansion. It seems your extraordinary route is quite popular."

Octavia was taken aback, not expecting this great being to see through her identity at a glance. The half-smile on her face froze, replaced by a look of fear, and she asked in a low voice:

"Are you interested in me too?"

As she spoke, a uniquely feminine charm quietly blossomed, almost causing Klein to lose control and want to pull this witch into his arms.

But who is Klein Moretti? He's an experienced womanizer who can navigate a sea of ​​women without ever getting entangled with one.

He simply shook his handsome head and said in his clear golden eyes:

Actually, I'm very interested in your old photos.

It must be said that Mr. Fool's taunt was quite sharp, instantly turning the demigod-level witch's face ashen, and causing her hands, which were resting between her legs, to clench into fists.

"Sir, your joke is not funny."

Taking a deep breath, Octavia instantly regained her composure. Her expression was resentful, and she unleashed her full witchy charm, seemingly quite bothered by Klein's earlier mockery.

Her full, toned body leaned to the side, half of it pressing against the blond boy's body. A soft, warm touch washed over him, and through the daring dress, Klein could even clearly see two red buttons.

That wasn't all. Seeing that the boy in front of her didn't put up any decent resistance, and that he was even weaker than a "Sequence 5" in pushing her body, Octavia immediately understood.

"It seems Emilius's information wasn't false; he really does enjoy desserts, drinks, and beautiful women."

"They actually like this half-hearted approach, they really know how to play the game. Since they can't win over the royal family, it's not bad to have the religious sect do it."

As a witch, Octavia did not believe that any naturally beautiful woman could surpass her in terms of charm, appearance, or skill.

Upon seeing the information provided by Emilius, she did not choose to hide it; instead, she openly chose to seduce him.

Their witch cult lacks everything except charming women.

If a neutral deity can be won over in this way, then that would be an incredible stroke of luck!

Not to mention that her status in the sect would inevitably rise after success, just the fact that she would simply have a go with the "God of Time and Space" would certainly bring her, as a demigod, certain benefits.

So she boldly hugged the boy's arm, her breasts enveloping his arm, her long, bouncy legs trapping his fair, jade-like hand between them.

Where no one could see, a light drizzle moistened her dry palms, and soon the eyes of this "Despair Witch" filled with a misty, watery haze.

Even though he had entered a meditative state, Klein still couldn't help but swallow hard, and even had a fleeting thought of "dying under the peony flower, even as a ghost, I'd be romantic."

Although Mr. Fool is single, he is still a man after all, and the fact that he didn't pounce on her immediately is already a testament to his restraint.

"Help! Someone, please help!"

He mentally ranted, trying to distract himself and escape the witch's allure.

"If this continues, forget about holding off the two demigods. Once the witch pins me to the bed, my identity will definitely be exposed. I won't be able to break free without using my extraordinary abilities, but if I do use them, I'll definitely be exposed too."

Damn it!!!

"Klein, you need to calm down. We need to buy enough time. Think carefully about what this brat will do in this situation. Are you going to go up and slap this witch?"

"No, while that might be arrogant, it's not suitable for me. With my strength, let alone one slap, even ten slaps to a demigod's face wouldn't leave a red mark."

"Are you going to make a dirty joke?"

"No, that's no different from adding fuel to the fire."

"I need to find a topic to talk about. My current identity is that of a great being, so the topic must be ambiguous, making it difficult for people to understand my thoughts. Only in this way can I demonstrate the unfathomable nature of a deity."

Klein Moretti's mind raced. As a cunning fortune teller, he immediately came up with a brilliant idea. He narrowed his golden eyes, revealing an extremely pleased expression, and muttered a double entendre:

"Hmph, you're quite the character."

Upon hearing this, the witch, who had been somewhat apprehensive, immediately broke into a knowing smile, feeling much more at ease.

"Oh, you're really joking, sir. You can see for yourself how deep the water is in other people's waters~"

Upon hearing this, even though Klein was prepared, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He immediately took over the conversation, looking at the witch who was breathing seductively in his ear with his golden eyes, which were free of any desire or impurity.

"Is that so? I still think the sailors of the Church of Storms have more water than water."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his legs clamping his hands tighten suddenly, as if he had been startled.

What does He mean by bringing up the storm in the church at this crucial moment?

"The actions of the gods all have hidden meanings; it seems He is hinting at something to me."

The Witch of Despair felt a jolt in her heart and furtively glanced at the incredibly handsome young man. But when she saw the god's playful, teasing, yet subtly authoritative gaze, she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look any longer.

"He knows everything!? Could it be that, as Emilias said, He stands with the true gods!?"

Octavia's face paled instantly, and she could only stammer out a soft explanation:

"Sir, are you dissatisfied with our behavior?"

"We have not taken even a single slave from your country."

Upon seeing the witch's behavior, Klein's aroused desires subsided considerably, and he spoke in a strangely ambiguous tone:

"Hmph, you know perfectly well whether you've ever caught them or not."

"We dare not deceive Your Majesty!"

This reply, as gentle as a spring breeze and drizzle, was like an unknown abyss. The attitude of the dubious deity was even more unfathomable at this moment. Even as a demigod, Octavia still felt boundless pressure under such circumstances.

It felt as if, from outside the real world, one terrifying gaze after another was watching us.

"The effect is so good? Did I underestimate the power of the gods?"

Klein was quite surprised. He had returned to his old ways of deceiving people, but he never expected that just one sentence could frighten a demigod-level witch like this.

"It seems I have quite a talent. I can't put any more pressure on her, or it might backfire. Since she's so honest, could I perhaps get more important information from her?"

A thought flashed through his mind, and Mr. Fool, without hesitation, chuckled and began to fabricate a lie in a nonchalant tone:

"I know what you're thinking. Don't try to play tricks on me. Why do you think I went to all this trouble to come here, and why do I need a good reason?"

"Actually, I don't know why. I just know that saying this will make people think, will make them think I have some ulterior motive."

Although Klein spoke casually, his words weighed heavily on Octavia's heart like a mountain. She clung tightly to the boy's arm, her teeth clenched so tightly they felt like they were about to break.

"Yes, why?"

"If they truly intend to cause trouble, why come in person? Sending their angels would have solved everything."

Could it be that there's some unseen conflict between Him and the seven gods, meaning He isn't entirely on their side?

Just as the Witch of Despair was conjuring up a series of divine schemes in her mind, she heard that tall, imposing figure speak again leisurely:

"With your intelligence, I believe you can understand what I mean. I have some questions to ask you now."

"Do you know the specific plans the Ruen royal family had for transporting slaves, and what the main routes were?"

"I don't like them. They've been on the throne for too long. I think it's time to replace them with someone more obedient."

What do you think?

"."

Octavia fell silent for a moment, wishing she could cover her ears and not hear this divine scheme.

She never imagined that this deity would have such a grand scheme; simply because he disliked the royal family of Ruen, he was about to overthrow the monarchy of a country with a wave of his hand.

"After hearing all this, I'm afraid I'll be silenced!?"

(End of this chapter)