Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 520 The Flirting Between Ice Sauce and K-Sauce (Combined)

"You bastard! It was you!!!"

Also, you revealed my real name!!!

Just now, Klein felt like something was missing, as if he had overlooked something extremely important.

He inexplicably entered the world of this book, was inexplicably chased by a dragon, and finally squeezed into an ice cave with "Iceberg General". With all these coincidences, how could he not know that it was all Ron's doing?

Ron glanced disdainfully at Klein, flipped the golden-brown, crispy roasted rabbit on the grill, and said in a low voice:

"I'm doing this all for your own good."

He then pointed to Edwina, who was already standing there, clearing the snow off her body.

"You two have very similar personalities."

"You know me, I never do anything meaningless."

You son of a bitch, you think you're right?!

Klein's blood pressure spiked with anger. He scrambled to his feet and asked coldly:

What personality traits are similar?

"A repressed pervert."

Ron spoke succinctly, casually shrugging his shoulders.

Upon hearing this, the "Iceberg General," who had been silently observing, twitched his eyes, then glanced at Gehrman Sparrow, whose face remained expressionless, and fell into deep thought.

"Look at you two, you're still not convinced. Right now, one of you is cursing me in your heart, and the other is criticizing me for being impolite."

And they remained expressionless, showing absolutely no emotion. Despite being adults, they were more shy than elementary school students.

"Tsk"

金髮少年啧啧称奇的晃着脑袋，那副仿佛看穿一切的欠揍表情使疯狂冒险家拳头紧握，而后又无力鬆开。

Now that things have come to this, what can he do?

I can't exactly say I'm breaking ties with you, Ron Sothos, and never talking to you again, can I?

"Sigh~ It's better to just think about it than do it; Ron will never admit his mistake."

After mentally categorizing the kid's personality, Klein secretly glanced at the silent "Iceberg General" out of the corner of his eye.

But when he looked over, he found that the other person was also secretly watching him.

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Clearly, both sides' behavior was consistent with Ron's observations.

"Hmph, flirting right in front of me, and you still say you're not a repressed pervert."

"Alright, shut up!"

Seeing the boy's mouth chattering away again, Klein stepped forward in three quick strides through the snow, displaying the guardian aura he still had from his time in Tingen, and firmly covered Ron's mouth.

To be honest, if he hadn't been born with a good ability to adjust his mindset, he probably would have been driven to death by Ron Sothos's foul mouth before the scheming "Heavenly Venerable of Fortune and Prosperity" even came knocking on his door.

This is the best manifestation of the destiny of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" in his life.

After all, even the Celestial Venerable was once driven to the brink of collapse and left furious.

"Is this your friend?"

At this moment, "Iceberg General," who had been observing for a long time, seemed to have finally recovered from Ron's words. She acted as if nothing had happened and went to the campfire to enjoy the long-lost warmth.

"Yes, don't pay attention to that nonsense."

"You can call him Ron. He's a rather 'strange' fellow. Madam, perhaps we can get out of here soon!"

Upon seeing the pirate general with a high nose, thin lips, and light blue eyes looking at him, Klein clearly felt uneasy, and even his usual Gehrman Sparrow-style words were no longer concise and efficient.

Him!?

Edwina Edwards' eyelids twitched, and she involuntarily gasped inwardly, while a hint of human surprise appeared on her otherwise expressionless face.

It's an angel!?

"Is it the one Danitz mentioned, the one who defeated the five sea kings with one hand?!"

Her gaze swept away from Klein and instantly shifted to Ron, who was gnawing on a rabbit leg. Her light blue eyes narrowed slightly as she carefully examined the blond boy from head to toe once again.

"With his handsome appearance, golden hair, and golden eyes that exuded holiness and majesty, if you disregard his mouth, he was a textbook example of an angel."

"Your Highness, I apologize for my previous behavior."

After a good ten seconds, Edwina finally reacted and politely bowed with one hand in front of her chest.

broken!

Hearing this, Klein frowned slightly, realizing that things weren't so simple. Just as he was about to speak, Ron interrupted, saying:

"Since you're apologizing, you must show sincerity."

Hey, you're shameless! Didn't you realize he was just being polite?!

Klein opened his mouth, about to say something to change the subject, when Ron spoke first:

"How about you give me the Golden Dream as compensation?"

"Ron, stop rambling. Let's talk about serious business: how do we get out of here?"

Klein couldn't bear to watch this scene any longer, so he immediately stepped in front of Ron and shielded Edwina behind him.

To be honest, at that moment, he really wasn't thinking too much.

Klein simply felt that, given Ron's personality, once he spoke, it was like water spilled—unrecoverable.

If he were to cause such heavy losses to the innocent "Iceberg General" due to his own actions, he would be utterly ashamed to face anyone.

However, his thoughts and ideas could not escape the calculations of the great being.

"Oh, Klein, you're getting quite the expert. You're already protecting her like this before you're even married?"

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

I'm scared of your mother's head!

The Crazy Adventurer was startled, his whole body stiff with embarrassment, and he looked at the Iceberg General behind him with great guilt.

Edwina Edwards remained expressionless, but a sliver of color returned to her previously pale face.

It was impossible to tell whether it was a physiological phenomenon caused by the warmth or a result of Ron's sarcastic remarks.

Why are you blushing like a teapot of bubbles?!

Seeing that Klein still looked pathetic, Ron's little face immediately contorted into a gritted-teeth expression:

"Ha, a virgin."

"Normally, you should go over to the beautiful lady and say that I was just joking, instead of standing there like an inexperienced person."

"You're such a wimp, you're driving me crazy!"

"Even if I gave you a chance, you still wouldn't be able to use it!"

Damn it, that's exactly what I was going to say!

Upon hearing this, Klein felt incredibly frustrated, feeling utterly helpless and caught in a dilemma.

"German Sparrow is very familiar with this angel, but why do they interact in such a strange way?"

That angel is actually pressuring me to get married... Is she a teacher or an elder?

Is Klein his real name?

The thought flashed through her mind, and Edwina Edwards took a deep breath of the cold air, speaking softly as if no one else was around:

"I only like men who have a lot of knowledge, are very learned, and can learn from each other."

Ron was shocked upon hearing this, his golden eyes widened slightly, and he slapped his thigh.

"Oh no, Klein, you've lost your chance!"

"Thank you so much! You know, if it weren't for Rosell, I would have taken off already!"

Klein muttered something to himself, but instead of responding sarcastically, he stood obediently by the campfire and continued to warm himself.

Edwina was the same, but her silent gaze always carried a hint of curiosity as she unconsciously looked at Klein and Ron, her inner curiosity and gossip impossible to conceal.

After a while, Klein finally felt the chill subside and his body temperature return to normal. He composed himself, then poked Ron's arm and asked wearily:

"Is there some secret in this book? When can we leave?"

Upon hearing Gehrman Sparrow's question, "Iceberg General" immediately perked up his ears quietly.

Ron, however, didn't seem to care and casually said:

"This tattered book is useless now. The collective subconscious sea of ​​the creatures here hides the true 'City of Miracles,' Levishire, and within it resides one aspect of the imaginary dragon Angorweid."

Klein was startled and exchanged a glance with Edwina.

"However, that's all in the past now; there's no danger here anymore."

Can you please stop breathing so heavily when you speak?

The adventurer weakly twitched the corners of his mouth twice.

"I can leave whenever I want, but I came here mainly to rescue a few people."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, Klein immediately reacted and asked in a rapid-fire voice:

"Are they characters from Grosser's Travels?"

"Yes," the boy nodded, "one of them is Pales Zoroastrian's grandson, and the other is the Elf Queen's handmaiden."

"And another one is a devout follower of the ancient sun god, tsk."

"No matter how you look at it, it has something to do with me. You know, if you want your subordinates to work hard, you have to give them some incentives from time to time. I, as the boss, also have a tough job, unlike some people who just like to sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor."

You dog, how did you end up circling back to me again?!

Klein was furious, but he was quickly drawn back to Ron's words.

"Pales Zoroastrian is that old man, the archangel of the Sequence?" He habitually stroked his chin, not noticing Edwina's surprised and confused gaze.

"Yes." Ron responded quite cooperatively, deeply concerned about Klein's marriage.

"Is the Elf Queen from the Book of Calamities? Her name should be Goshinam, right?" Klein asked again, his eyes shining, completely unaware that Edwina's gaze was now fixed on him.

"Hmm." The boy grunted, indicating that his answer was correct.

"The followers of the ancient sun god, that's not that." At this point, Klein seemed to realize there was an outsider present, so he could only stop talking, which made Edwina feel uncomfortable.

What exactly is it?

"It's because we haven't known each other for very long; I'm still an outsider to him, but he's quite knowledgeable."

The woman with light blue eyes was unusually alert. Although she was somewhat annoyed, she could understand Klein's behavior.

Faced with Edwina's intense gaze, the adventurer turned his head away, quite embarrassed, and immediately changed the subject:

"Then why don't you go look for it? Why are you waiting here?"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he felt as if he had asked a pointless question.

A loud voice came from not far away.

"There's someone else here, a newcomer!"

Looking toward the source of the sound, Ron and his companions immediately saw a giant nearly five meters tall raising his arm and beckoning to his companions.

Ron Sothos is like that; he just wants a spectacle. Who would want to save someone by having to run around like a dog?

Before long, the giant, who looked and spoke in a simple and honest manner, came to the three of them first.

He remained standing, his single, vertical eye fixed on Ron, who seemed to be the leader, before grinning foolishly and scratching his head sheepishly.

"Hey, new friends, don't be intimidated by Grosser. He's just a giant who shouts slogans, and he's not good at socializing."

A man in his thirties sprang out from behind the giant's heel, a surprised smile on his face.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Mobert, Mobert Zoroaster, a viscount of the Solomon Empire!"

The viscount, dressed in asymmetrical attire, performed a customary etiquette among nobles, waiting for the distinguished gentleman before him to introduce himself.

But in the next instant, he froze on the spot.

"I know you. You're that old bastard Pales's grandson," Ron said, pulling a monocle from his pocket and putting it over his right eye.

Holy crap!!

Mobert Zoroaster's face turned deathly pale instantly, and a chill ran down his spine. Before the fear that surged within him could overwhelm him, he saw the boy in front of him take off his monocle again.

"Hmph, you thieves are all the same, you get scared to death when you see someone wearing a monocle."

Hey, don't joke around like this!

Mobert scrambled back dozens of meters away. Seeing that the man who resembled Amon did not take any further action and that he himself showed no signs of being parasitized, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"In fact, it's very difficult to tell if it's real or fake. To be honest, I now strongly suspect that you deliberately took off your monocle!"

He shouted loudly, glancing at the giant who was still grinning foolishly to the side, and suddenly felt utterly exhausted.

I acted so intensely, and you didn't even react?

"Grossell, they're quite dangerous, get out of there!"

"No, Mobert, they mean no harm. I can sense it. You must trust the giants' intuition!"

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Yes, I genuinely want to help you become a part of the angels; it's not malicious at all.

The viscount of the Solomon Empire was speechless with frustration, but outwardly showed no sign of letting his guard down.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when he heard three footsteps behind him.

"Mobert, what are you doing? Are you expecting Grosser to take care of the new guy all by himself?"

"I was blind to have gotten involved with a spineless coward like you!"

There's no need to elaborate on the middle-aged man's family situation. The elf, Shatas, immediately punched the Viscount, her face full of disappointment and frustration.

"No, Shatas, that guy is from the Amon family. I just saw him; he personally took out a monocle and put it over his right eye!"

Mobert spoke rapidly, explaining only the key points once, but just as he had calmed the irritable elf, he heard an old, hoarse voice coming from behind him.

"Amon? The Angel of Time? The second son of the Creator!?"

broken!

Upon hearing this, the Viscount felt a headache coming on, but before he could say anything, he saw the "ascetic" Snowman, who had gone mad with religious fanaticism, rush past him with an excited expression.

This team will fall apart sooner or later without me!

He weakly raised his head and looked at Long Ze'er, who had just arrived and was standing behind him scrutinizing the "newcomer".

But before he could feel a sense of relief, he saw that the usually intelligent and taciturn knight looked slightly excited.

"Those are... people from Ruen?"

His gaze was fixed on Klein, and his figure moved like a gentle breeze, sweeping up a patch of snow as he rushed forward.

Hey, there might be danger!

Mobert reached out and grasped at nothing, finally letting his hand fall limply to the ground.

Am I your comrade, or is he your comrade?

"Ha, actually I understand them. Even if there's danger, what's more dangerous than being trapped here day after day, year after year?"

"Perhaps one day we will suddenly be gone, turned to ashes."

The Viscount made a self-deprecating remark, then tried to take the hand of his elven wife beside him, but as soon as he reached out, he grasped nothing.

Looking up ahead, he saw that the elf Shatas had abandoned him and gone to where her companions were.

Oh, damn Amon.

"Are you a child of the Angel of Time? A member of the Amon family?"

Ron was clearly taken aback by the question, but his clever little brain quickly picked up what the middle-aged man with wrinkles but not old meant.

"You're really going against the natural order!"

"No, you've got it backwards, Amon is my son!"

Yes, certified by his own father!

"What!?"

"The Ascetic" Snowman exclaimed in surprise, seemingly not expecting to hear such explosive news.

Instead of immediately defending his own faith, he carefully examined Ron. Although Snowman did not enter heaven, he still provided a professional answer based on his own imagined image of the "creator".

picture!so similar!

The "Primordial Creator's" dyeing technique is still very effective. Fanatics like Mr. A are undoubtedly the most easily deceived by Ron's appearance.

It belongs exclusively to fanatics.

"In a sense, I'm not exactly an imposter. The original parts are in my hands, and I know everything He knows, so why can't I be one?"

Although he thought that way, the fickle fish felt he still needed to clarify.

"Sigh, he's not my biological son, he's my godson. In fact, I have absolutely no relation to the Creator of everything!"

"The Ascetic" Snowman wanted to continue asking questions, but the more he listened to Ron's answer, the more he felt something was wrong.

He turned his head blankly, as if finally emerging from his inner world of faith, and glanced at the suddenly silent crowd around him.

Everyone except Klein was staring at the striking blond boy.

What do you mean by "godson"? And what do you mean by "you have absolutely no connection with the Creator of everything"?

Upon seeing this, Ron immediately put on a smile that seemed to be both reluctant and welcoming.

We've finally reached this stage!

"Ahem, I originally intended to interact with you as an ordinary person, but it seems I have no choice but to reveal my true identity now!"

I'm not pretending anymore, I'm coming clean!

"How did you guess that I am the ruler of time and space, the ultimate point where all things return to one, the all-knowing and all-seeing boundless wisdom?"

Who asked you that?!

Upon witnessing this utterly shameless scene, Klein's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

He couldn't fathom how there could be such a despicable, shameless, and utterly shameless person in the world.

Aren't you embarrassed by bragging like that?!

"I almost forgot, this little brat is also a 'corporate bully'."

Just as Klein was feeling embarrassed for Ron, he suddenly felt his sleeve being tugged slightly. He turned his head in confusion and saw that Edwina, who was tall and had light blue eyes, was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

At the same time, he asked softly:

"Really?"

"Hmph, you're probably trying to say whether this shameless guy is just bragging or not, right?"

Klein silently grumbled to himself, while simultaneously conveying his helplessness with his eyes, and said in a soft, concise voice:

"What He said is true."

Upon hearing this, the two stared at each other with complicated expressions for more than ten seconds before covering their faces in unison and taking a step back, pretending not to recognize Ron.

Social arrogance is not something everyone possesses.

(End of this chapter)