Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 514 The Noble Lady is Fragrant and Soft (Two-in-One) 6K

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On the irregularly shaped throne cast in brass, Ron stood with his feet on the "Wishing Lamp" and his buttocks on the top of the broad backrest.

His golden eyes held a complex expression as he stared blankly at the scene thousands of miles away.

"None of these three methods are easy to deal with. I've been neglecting Klein's education lately, and it's simply..."

"This is getting more and more outrageous!"

Not only are their reckless and self-destructive tendencies becoming increasingly innovative, but their despicable and filthy methods are also becoming more and more sophisticated.

Ron was genuinely afraid that once Klein became an angel, he would become the second-in-command, Amon.

Thinking of this, the blond boy raised his foot and stomped hard on the "wishing lamp" under his feet, grumbling angrily:

"I wonder who they learned that from. Couldn't they have learned something good?"

"Oh……"

Upon hearing this, the "Lamp God," who was hiding inside the lamp and relying on the uniqueness of the Judge and the connection to the source of some disordered nations, let out two disdainful sneers.

Let me tell you, don't you have any idea who you learned from?

If it weren't for the fact that he was truly outmatched, then "Child of Chaos" would definitely jump out and mock him, venting his anger.

"What? You have something to say?!"

The extremely grating chuckle immediately caught Ron's attention. His face flushed red, and he turned hostile, stomping hard twice on the "Wishing Lamp" that was trying to connect with the source matter.

Frankly speaking, as the rulers of the rules and the great beings who establish laws and create nations, it is absolutely intolerable to be insulted in this way.

Hearing Ron's condescending words only fueled the "Child of Chaos's" rage.

"You bully me when I can't contact the Source, and you still bully me when I can? What was the point of me trying to contact it?!"

"Damn it! Even if you are a pillar, such humiliation will surely bring a backlash from the rules, and even a pillar will suffer severe damage!"

"Sooner or later, you will pay the price and be trampled under my feet!!!"

"I'm sorry, but I think you're absolutely right. That mysterious successor is definitely not a good person..."

The grand ambitions in one's heart are no match for the ways of the world.

In a secluded place where no one can see you, and when you are completely outmatched, it is not shameful to compromise.

There's a saying, isn't there?

The gods do not cease to be gods because of the denial of the weak, so in other words...

Even if I'm trampled underfoot, it won't change the fact that I am the creator of the rules.

"The only reason I didn't resist was out of respect for Him..."

After silently hypnotizing himself with a couple of phrases, the "genie" felt he had achieved a mental victory.

However, after feeling the "King of Kings" ruling from behind the curtain trample on His head, His mood soured again.

Who knows what went wrong with that bastard who was just above my head after throwing those two mental imprints back more than a decade ago?

He clearly wanted Him to connect with the Source, but when he sat on the throne and looked down on everything, this competitive bastard had to interfere.

They actually wanted to be above Him, the "Son of Chaos"!

Moreover, He also expects Him to obey His commands, to be fast when He says to be fast, and slow when He says to be slow, and to let Him do things His own way.

They claimed they were afraid you wouldn't be able to control the "disorderly country."

Is this even human language?

"I have now established initial contact, and I suggest you leave me here; only in this way can we achieve the best results."

In utter helplessness, all that could be uttered was a sigh. The genie, without joy or sorrow, offered his advice.

Upon hearing this, the impossibly handsome young man pondered for a moment, then surprisingly nodded and said:

"Locklight, put your hand on your heart and tell me, how have I treated you?"

"Heh, it's nothing special."

"Wishing Lamp" sneered.

Of course, He wouldn't dare tell the truth, so he could only be cunning and act like a salted fish whose edges had been worn down by life.

Upon hearing this, the boy immediately frowned, his handsome golden eyebrows furrowing in displeasure.

"Hey, what do you mean 'just so-so'?!"

"Tell me honestly, have I ever treated you unfairly?"

I first entrusted part of the disordered kingdom to you, then I obtained the unique path of the Judge for you, and now I've helped you reconnect with the disordered kingdom.

"How dare you say 'it's nothing special' to my face? I've never been this good to my godson!"

"Without me, you'd still be a sealed object exploited by Bernadette!"

Ron became more and more agitated as he spoke, and by the end, a hint of grief and indignation appeared on his chubby little face, his lips pressed tightly together, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Hearing such sincere words, the Genie was deeply shaken. For a moment, he forgot about Ron's character and began to seriously reflect on whether he was the kind of ungrateful wretch the mysterious type.

"Could it be that I really misunderstood Him?"

Origin, characteristics, uniqueness—although the "genie" was reluctant to admit it, it was the truth. Ron had never tried to hold him back in this regard, nor had he ever treated him like a thief.

"Hmph, helping is one thing, but you trampled on my head, tricked me into signing an unequal contract, and are always threatening me..."

"I thought we had a good relationship, but I never expected you to be so heartless!"

Before the tearful accusations of the "Wishing Lamp" could be finished, the blond boy's twisted lies silenced her.

"Do you know how many people in the world would love to be trampled under my feet, but never have the chance?"

"Furthermore, the claim that I deceived you into signing the contract is completely unfounded. I ask you, haven't I been fulfilling my obligations under our agreement?"

"As for threatening you, I never did. Don't talk nonsense. You're just a coward. Even if you were a little tougher, what could I do to you?"

The more Ron talked, the more silent the "Wishing Lamp" became. In the end, it even wondered if it had been too stingy and had misunderstood Ron Sothos's good intentions.

After all, this guy really goes all out when something's going to happen!

Seeing that the wishing lamp, this complete idiot, had been manipulated into reflecting on his own actions, the blond boy was overjoyed. He took a step back and, biting his lip, whispered:

"We're friends, we're brothers, how could I possibly mistreat you?"

「!?」

The genie was deeply shaken, and then felt an indescribable sense of shame.

"He actually bowed his head!? This arrogant fellow actually bowed to me!?"

This is completely different from the Him of the past; they are two entirely different people.

Could it be that He really is a good person?!

However, before the genie could react, he heard the boy sitting on the backrest say seriously:

"Since you don't believe me, then I swear on my own essence that I will never betray you, my friend!"

!! ?

Are you serious?!

As the creator of the rules, He immediately felt the effect of Ron's words.

"You said it yourself, you actually dared to swear on your source material in front of me..."

At that moment, the "genie" seemed to see a wonderful opportunity to reverse the balance of power between the two sides.

As an "Old One," one can forget about defeating the "Pillars," but when it comes to restraint, the "Child of Chaos" has a way with it.

As for that bullshit brotherhood, who cares about that when it comes to real benefits?

So He immediately became serious and spoke with authority:

"I swear by my very essence that I will never betray you!"

Unconsciously, a new contract was established, and the two rules were mixed together, achieving a certain balance and a distortion filled with evil purposes.

An oath is an oath, a contract is a contract, but the judgment of betrayal is personally controlled by His Son of Chaos.

If His Son of Chaos is willing to betray, then both sides will suffer the same treatment and pay a heavy price in tandem!

Although the rules weren't perfectly distorted, this was the limit that the "genie" could achieve in that instant.

"Now, it's my turn to trample you under my feet!"

The golden, twisted figure swayed excitedly, but before it could gloat and spout nonsense, it heard the boy's relieved panting.

"Okay, you said it!"

Seeing that the fool at his feet had finally taken the bait, Ron immediately revealed a smug and self-satisfied expression.

"Fool, Sothos doesn't even have the source essence in his hands. What makes him swear an oath? He's lying to you!"

At this point, the "higher-dimensional observer" who had transformed into a pocket watch seemed to have had enough and pointed at the genie's nose, mocking him.

Upon hearing this, the golden, twisted figure suddenly froze, then looked incredulously at his good brother who had just been confiding in him.

The boy remained aloof, his face neither flushed nor out of breath, and even smiled at Him, revealing his neat little white teeth.

Damn it! It's that familiar smell again!

"You, you...you're despicable!"

I'm never talking to you again!!!

The "Child of Chaos" went black before his eyes, then disappeared into the lamp, utterly silent.

The best way to restrain the genie is to make him sign a contract with himself. If you want the "wishing lamp" to control the source of energy here, how can you not take some precautions?

"Hmph, if you weren't blinded by immediate gains, you would know this is just a trap."

"I'm leaving this place to you. With the contract in place, I believe you can handle it."

Ron pursed his lips and finally jumped off the high-backed brass chair.

He raised his hand and grabbed at the four members of the "Twilight Hermits" on the island, throwing them onto an island thousands of nautical miles away. He then gave a final instruction to the "Hanged Man" from afar, and threw the "Azure Avenger" into a safe channel. Finally, he clenched his fist tightly, sealing off this sea area layer by layer, completely isolating it from the real world.

After cleaning up the mess, the blond-haired boy offered a few more words of advice to the genie before disappearing from the scene.

…………

"This is information I got from the Witch of Despair. I've been targeted recently and have gone into hiding, but I suggest you leave Bayam as soon as possible."

Above the gray fog, after tossing the paper document bag and all the warnings to the VIP members of the Tarot Club, Mr. Fool finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

He said he was running away, but his legs were just as fast.

Thanks to the invitation from "Admiral Iceberg," Klein plans to lay low on the Golden Dream for a while.

Now, the entire "Church of Storms" and the "Church of the God of Time and Space" are searching for him, this blasphemer.

Although no specific portrait is provided, the reward is tens of thousands of pounds.

In this situation, without even a second thought, it must have been the work of a little kid.

"Sigh~ This hot-tempered guy is not to be trifled with, and the Rose School is even more extreme..."

"Well, it's time to focus on finding the mermaid. I'll ask the Hermit Lady if she's interested during today's tarot reading."

"We must keep a low profile lately. We absolutely cannot let the identity of Gehrman Sparrow be confused with the wanted 'Blabour,' or we'll be in big trouble!"

After completing all the subsequent plans, Klein nodded in satisfaction and returned to the lavatory of the Golden Dream.

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Inside a cramped hotel room.

As the bronze doors slowly closed, the blurry image of prayer in Audrey Hall's mind also came to an end.

"Mr. World was just inside the ship's cabin. Has he already run away?"

"Why does it feel so familiar..."

A night had passed since they infiltrated the governor's mansion.

When Audrey felt the oppressive aura emanating from that high-ranking person, she was so stunned that she stood frozen in place, unable to move.

Fortunately, the wrath of the gods was not directed at her, so after the rumbling on the ground subsided, Rijold, quite the loyal friend, grabbed her and ran away.

And by sheer luck, they managed to avoid the "Storm Church" high-ranking deacon "Sea King" Yancottman and successfully escape from the governor's mansion.

Audrey had no idea how Klein had managed to escape.

"But thinking about it, with his acting skills and extraordinary ability to transform into anyone, it's not impossible for him to get away with it..."

"That's amazing. How did they manage to plot the death of a demigod-level witch..."

"He can put his arm around Mr. Ron's shoulder, which means they've known each other for a long time. And he has never searched for Emperor Roselle's diary. Mr. Fool's relationship must be complicated. Could he be a confidant?"

If that's the case, then it's not surprising at all...

Inside the hotel room, Audrey took a deep breath, her emerald green eyes flashing with countless thoughts. After more than ten minutes, she finally sorted out her current situation.

The Church of Storms discovered the witch's whereabouts and rescued the imprisoned slaves. Admiral Emilius Levitt of the Kingdom's Navy was removed from his post as governor due to lax management. Before the arrival of a new governor, he must cooperate with the Church of Storms to thoroughly investigate the spies within the governor's mansion.

Upon investigation, Austin Levitt was found to be a prime suspect and was removed from his post, suspended from duty, and imprisoned. He will be sent to the Royal Court for further trial.

So much happened that night. Although Backlund and Bayam were far apart, the royal family seemed to have a plan in place, issuing instructions by telegram and handling everything properly.

This efficiency was many times faster than before, leaving even Audrey, who came from a noble family, somewhat bewildered.

"After obtaining crucial intelligence and rescuing the slaves from the governor's mansion, I also need to lay low for a while. Although I've been very careful, it's inevitable that I'll leave some traces, like that guard I hypnotized."

With her thoughts racing, she pushed open the door of the dockside hotel and walked toward the passenger ship docked at the pier.

"Audrey, I'm home!"

The blond boy excitedly pushed open the door to his room at the Ocean Breeze Hotel. He greeted the room with a cheerful shout, then suddenly froze.

Where is my wife, who is so big?

The hotel room was completely empty; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Ron rubbed his golden eyes. He had intended to go and search for it, but suddenly an endless gray fog appeared before him.

"The Fool" Klein sat there looking quite dignified, grinning as he stretched out his palm and said:

"Come quick, I've got something fun here!"

As the gray fog gradually dissipated, only the blond boy, standing on the floor, remained deep in thought.

When returning home from a business trip, should you accept your best buddy's invitation to play games together, or should you first go and have some intimate time with your wife?

For Ron, there was no need to choose at all. He stood still, and the surrounding space began to change rapidly.

A wooden cabin came into view, its interior exquisitely decorated, complete with sofas, coffee tables, and other furniture.

In front of the private bathroom, the blond boy stepped forward and hugged the blond girl, who was wearing a bath towel and had no underwear, and whose face was stunningly beautiful.

If you have a wife, who needs brothers?

Who is Klein? I don't really know him.

"Who!? Mr. Ron?"

The noblewoman was startled, but when she realized that it was Ron who was holding her, her emerald-green eyes suddenly lit up.

Just as she was about to say something, her smooth and delicate face suddenly turned bright red, and her snow-white neck and exquisite collarbone exposed to the air were also faintly tinged with blush.

She was about to take a shower, wearing only a thin bath towel, with nothing underneath...

"What if I accidentally expose myself in front of Mr. Ron..."

Even Audrey, who was in the audience, couldn't help but feel flustered at the thought.

After all, she was a young lady who received aristocratic education from a young age, and her thick skin was the complete opposite of Ron's.

She struggled slightly, only to find that her already loose bathrobe suddenly slipped down, exposing her snow-white, round breasts with a touch of crimson to the air.

With a slight upward thrust, the noblewoman's face flushed crimson, and she said angrily:

"Ron, you didn't just show up at the time I was taking a shower, did you!?"

Look, even the two "Mr." are no longer added.

"Hehe~"

The blond boy just chuckled lewdly as he tightly embraced the girl's slender waist, while his hands roamed freely over the noblewoman's abdomen, as if searching for the edge of her bathrobe, trying to slip his hands inside to fondle the soft jade in his arms.

The boy's movement made the girl even more flustered. Like a fawn, she began to struggle fiercely, refusing to back down even as her bathrobe slipped down, revealing her full spring beauty.

Suddenly, Ron let go, and the clever and witty noblewoman fell to the ground. Her bath towel fluttered to the ground from the struggle, while Audrey sat on it dumbfounded, rubbing her head like a silly beauty.

No matter how smart or elegant she is, she becomes like a silly deer when she's with Ron.

Regardless of her own opinion, that's how the boy saw it.

The fair-skinned, sculpture-like objects were exposed to the air, and the chilly air in the first-class cabin gave the noble lady goosebumps.

"Don't look!"

Upon seeing the boy's gaze fall upon her, the blonde girl crossed her legs, hugged her chest, and glared fiercely at him.

"Audrey, we've been married for so long, why are you still so shy?"

"I've been gone for half a month, and you've been missing me so much you've turned red?"

"Pah! Who said we're an old married couple? Turn around, that's not gentlemanly at all!"

"He doesn't seem like a composed deity at all."

Her already flushed cheeks turned even redder, whether from the boy's gaze or from the shameless words he uttered, it was hard to tell.

However, Ron didn't care at all. His gaze swept over the body that was like a work of art once again, and the embarrassed Audrey kept clicking her round and pink toes.

She puffed out her cheeks, glaring angrily at Ron, as if that was the only way to intimidate him.

Finally, the blond boy withdrew his gaze, but before the girl could even breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy say in a slightly immature voice:

"Audrey, let's shower together."

Let's shower together!?

Upon hearing this, Audrey Hall's mind went blank. She looked at the boy's delicate face with a touch of baby fat, then at his thin and somewhat frail body, and swallowed hard.

To be honest, sometimes she really couldn't tell whether she was taking advantage of Ron or Ron was taking advantage of her.

"Wait, Audrey, what are you thinking? Mr. Ron looks no more than 16, and you're already 18, like this, like this..."

"Does that mean I like girls smaller than me?"

"No, no, Mr. Ron, boys and girls can't bathe together!"

Naturally, Audrey couldn't reveal the sordid things in her heart, so she quickly found an excuse to reject the boy's rather tempting offer.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle."

Ron shrugged, and just as the noble lady breathed a sigh of relief, the boy's height suddenly increased slightly, and his once radiant hair turned into lustrous silver.

With her hair falling to her waist, a woman in a black robe adorned with silver patterns and lace trim appeared before Audrey's eyes.

She wore a white fitted shirt with a black floral collar underneath, her long silver hair cascading down, her blood-red eyes revealing an inexplicable evil, and her dark trousers completely encased in brown boots, perfectly highlighting the curves of her long, slender legs.

"How about this?"

The silver-haired woman looked at the dumbfounded noblewoman and began to peel off her clothes one by one.

Layers of fragrant clothing slowly fell away, revealing Ron like an egg with its shell peeled off, her fair and tall figure exuding feminine charm, exposed in the first-class cabin.

"This...this..."

At that moment, gazing at that figure that seemed even more stunning than her own, Audrey momentarily forgot what to say. Her heart pounded, and her body froze on the spot.

He could only watch helplessly as the mature woman walked over, raised her soft, jade-like feet, and gently lifted his chin.

"This is so beautiful! We're all women, why do I look like this?"

"Essentially, it's not that I like the same sex, but rather that Mr. Ron cannot be measured by a single gender."

Amidst the fragrant aroma, Audrey Hall wanted to struggle, but when she thought of Mr. Ron in front of her, she suddenly felt that the female gender did not apply to the silver-haired lady before her.

Suddenly, Ron bent down and weighed the noblewoman's heavy object in his hand, then straightened up and weighed his own. After carefully feeling it for a while, the silver-haired lady said thoughtfully:

"It's even softer than mine, but not as heavy."

"Audrey, I really don't know what you're shy about. Can we shower together now?"

After saying that, she picked up the noble lady, who was bleeding from her nose and feeling dizzy, and ran towards the bathroom.

Amidst the rushing water, two distinct female voices rose and fell, seemingly engaged in a water fight in the bathroom.

(End of this chapter)