Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 523 Ron's Scumbag Man Chronicles (Part 2) (4.3K)

Golden Dream.

"I'm leaving."

Gehrman Sparrow coldly stated that he showed no trace of the awkwardness he had displayed two days prior when facing the "Iceberg General."

"Actually, you don't need to get off the ship so early. I can take you to the Gargas Islands, or to Naz."

Edwina adjusted her silver-rimmed glasses with some surprise, and said in a completely calm tone.

Is she trying to persuade me to stay?

Wait, how did she know I was going to the Cargas Islands?

Klein was stunned for a moment, but before he could pin the blame on Ron, Edwina seemed to have read his mind and calmly added:

"My information is not completely isolated on the high seas, and although there are not many extraordinary individuals who can change their appearance at will, over time a few eye-catching ones will emerge."

As she said this, her light blue eyes looked directly at Klein, as if to say, "You are the most eye-catching one."

Uh... this...

Upon seeing this, Klein chuckled inwardly and nodded, pretending not to have seen anything.

"As you know, I try to learn and understand everything. So, when I returned to Reynoldsburg a few years ago, I specifically consulted the Church of Knowledge about this topic."

"The only way to keep the Faceless Man there, excluding the opportunity to quickly digest the potion, is through the ritual of advancing from Sequence Six to Sequence Five."

Edwina's analysis nearly made Klein break out in a cold sweat.

"Madam, you guessed perfectly, but there's no reward..."

He muttered something to himself, then nodded and remained silent.

Frankly speaking, after Ron's meddling, if he had suggested taking the "Golden Dream" to that illusory and dangerous ocean, Edwina might not have refused.

but……

"If I don't leave soon, the first mate, second mate, third mate, and even the boatswain will probably throw me overboard to feed the fish; their eyes are practically gleaming with greed!"

Klein felt utterly wronged.

He simply spent his days in the captain's cabin, tutoring Edwina one-on-one.

They also discussed some complex ritual magic and learned from each other the languages ​​of giants, elves, and dragons.

Is learning a foreign language something shameful?

Is wanting to improve something shameful?

Bah! Those pirates are truly despicable!

Gehrman Sparrow took a deep breath and said in a rather sincere tone:

"No need, ma'am, I've already arranged the rest of the itinerary."

After the last gathering, he found another opportunity to use "The Fool" to deliver a message, revealing the true identity of the "Hermit" lady.

Furthermore, it reveals certain aspects of being a follower of the "Fool," hiring the Future to search for mermaids in mysterious waters for three thousand pounds.

Seeing that Klein's expression remained unchanged, Edwina wasn't in a hurry. Instead, she asked him carefully, as if she were concerned for a friend:

"That place seems quite dangerous, and pirates are a likely target. Do you have a reliable partner?"

Highly intelligent women are not easily fooled. At this moment, Klein felt inexplicably guilty upon hearing this question.

He stammered:

"Uh, yes, it's very safe."

"Who is it?"

"This...this, uh...is a Star Admiral."

In an instant, the entire captain's cabin fell silent, as if the atmosphere had frozen for a moment.

The next second, Edwina raised an eyebrow in surprise, then analyzed the situation carefully in a tone that was neither good nor bad:

"Cadelia?"

"She seems to be a spies on the secrets of the world, and has also mastered a great deal of magical secrets and knowledge."

"Under normal circumstances, a 'general' is indeed stronger than a 'lieutenant general' like me!"

She emphasized the same type.

Hearing this, Klein inwardly grimaced. Although he wanted to defend himself, he didn't know how to start.

In the end, all this guy could manage to squeeze out was a dry, uninspired sentence.

"Actually, I'm not familiar with her; we just contact each other through some channel."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately realized what was going on.

"Wait, why should I explain all this to you, ma'am? We're completely innocent; there's nothing between us!"

Damn brat!

Klein felt inexplicably nervous, and even his breathing became slightly disordered. He looked at the "Iceberg General" in front of him and found that their complicated gazes had unconsciously met again.

"..."

"Actually, sometimes I think that assessment of that being is not wrong at all."

"Since you've already made up your mind, it's not convenient for me to keep you any longer. The rest is up to you."

"What is your communication channel with the Star Admiral?"

Hey, isn't that last sentence your main point?!

Hearing such a drastic change in tone, Klein's lips twitched slightly.

After much hesitation, he honestly wrote down the method of summoning his messenger on a piece of paper.

Edwina calmly took it, glanced at it, and then casually placed it on the desk.

Then she pulled out a piece of white paper and started writing and drawing on it, whispering like a teacher:

"I think you're lacking in some aspects of mysticism, so before I leave, I'm going to give you some homework. Remember to write to me every night to submit your homework."

"I will correct your work and then assign more tasks based on your progress."

"You're very smart; it would be a shame if you didn't study."

Ah? ? ?

Why repay kindness with enmity?!

Klein froze, feeling as if he had returned to his senior year of high school in his previous life.

To be honest, he didn't dislike this mature woman who kept her thoughts hidden; in fact, he could say she was his ideal type.

No matter how you look at it, Zhou Mingrui can't be considered a eunuch. Although he has a strong resistance to witches, that's all he has.

If he weren't still carrying the burden of the Heavenly Venerable, he would probably have chosen to let things take their course and leave his single status.

Unfortunately, he doesn't have that courage now.

"it is good."

"You've already made contact with four sources!?"

Within the Dark Heaven Kingdom, Miss Demon Wolf, her face slightly flushed, looked at Ron as if he were a monster.

The Seven Gods had not found many locations suspected of being sources of leakage for thousands of years, but Ron managed to make stable contact with four of them in less than a month.

If it weren't for the still stable barrier above her head, Amanisis would probably really suspect that the end of the world would come tomorrow.

"This is just a small matter, and it's even normal. The aggregation effect becomes stronger as you go higher. If you don't encounter a single clue about source material for a month, then that's probably a real problem."

After putting on the sunglasses he had snatched back, Ron picked up a fresh cucumber cake, popped it into his mouth with a smug look, and showed a look of enjoyment on his face.

Violence is absolutely unacceptable. When the little she-wolf stubbornly challenged him, the handsome young man simply reasoned with her and appealed to her emotions, successfully persuading her and revealing part of his own plan, giving her a sense of participation.

Amanisis immediately showed an extremely satisfied expression, feeling completely satisfied by the promise the boy had made.

"There might be a better way; this is too dangerous."

"What will happen to me if you die?"

Clearly, the shrewd wolf understood that he and Ron were in the same boat, and if Ron failed, he would likely suffer the same fate.

This is inevitable; to gain benefits in one area, one must give up potential benefits.

The mature woman's deep black eyes stared at the young man at the tea table, watching him swallow the cucumber cake before she hesitated and said:

"You don't have to shoulder everything yourself. I might be able to help you. After all, I'm your wife."

Even the noble goddess seemed a little skeptical when she said this.

Upon hearing this, the young man smiled nonchalantly and said:

"I'm already satisfied that you can keep the real world from going into chaos. You are too fragile. Even if you pay the price to achieve the 'Old Days,' you are just a big pawn and won't play any crucial role."

"And you don't need to pity me. All of this is nothing to me. We compete against each other in countless time and space. The success rate this time is very high. It's worth taking the gamble."

At this point, the little fish hesitated for a moment, and finally stammered:

"After all, you are, to a large extent, my most trusted wife, and I can't bear to take advantage of you."

Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise appeared on Amanisis's beautiful face, and her aloof gaze towards Ron softened. However, upon hearing the second half of her sentence, her face instantly darkened, and the feminine gentleness she had previously displayed vanished.

Are you trying to provoke me?!

The young man didn't mind, but helplessly grasped the goddess's fair hand and said sincerely:

"Don't worry, we'll get married when I get back!"

Don't say things like that at a time like this!!!

After bidding farewell to the sullen goddess of night, the boy traveled downhill back to Backlund.

The reason he used the "Demon King" characteristic to make sunglasses must be because he had his own needs. After most of the source matter fell into his control, directly or indirectly, Ron couldn't help but consider what type of source matter he needed next.

After eliminating "River of Eternal Darkness" and "Mother Nest", he had to choose between the remaining "Key of Light" and "Shadow World", and finally chose "Shadow World" because its traits and authority were quite powerful.

Despite its ugly appearance, the "Mother Tree of Desire" wields considerable power, and like the "Children of Chaos," it is one of the Outer Gods closest to the pillars of the Old Ones.

Ron hadn't forgotten that he was dealing with "Beacon of Destiny" and "Avatar of the Source Castle." Choosing "Key of Light" was practically handing over a loophole.

Moreover, in the realm of destiny, the linear logic of the God of Time and Space is clearly stronger than the "Key of Light," which relies on probability. Therefore, the "Shadow World" is the only and last choice.

"Oh right, and the High Dimensional Overlord. This guy has barely uttered a sound since I captured him; I almost forgot. He's a complete Outer God, but there's no irreconcilable enmity between him and the Deathly Ghost. There's a high chance he'll turn against us."

The thought flashed through his mind, and Ron temporarily put aside his little scheme of how to use the "High Dimension Observer". His figure suddenly disappeared into the air and returned to his little nest in Backlund under the gaze of the dark night.

67 Williams Street was no different from the place the boy had left two months before, except that the temperature had risen slightly due to the change of seasons.

Upon entering the magnificent living room and seeing the spotless floor, Ron was filled with satisfaction.

'Looks like Sharon hasn't been slacking off. If only she could talk as diligently as she works.'

The boy was underestimating the situation while sensing the guests in the room, but apart from the "female ghost" living on the second floor, no one else appeared in Ron's field of vision.

"Tsk, I wonder if they've all gone out to cause trouble. I wonder if Snowman's faith will crumble when he sees his idol in this state."

He muttered to himself as he went up to the second floor, and without any hesitation, pushed open the door to the room of the girl with light blonde hair.

"who."

Suddenly, a voice without any tone came from the desk, and the door creaked shut as if it had a life of its own, as if it wanted to cut the despicable voyeur in two.

Demigod?

When was I promoted? Why didn't you write to tell me?

Ron was surprised for a few seconds, then his hands moved with lightning speed. With a forceful snap of his left hand, he pried the entire wooden door off.

"Hey Sharon, did you miss me?"

He immediately leaned against the door frame, casually waving the wooden door in his hand.

"..."

When the evil spirit hiding in the window saw that it was actually the boy who had returned, a hint of joy appeared on Sharon's cold and expressionless face. However, Sharon quickly recovered and returned to her usual restrained demeanor.

"In no mood."

Her body, clad in a black Gothic dress, floated in mid-air before materializing and landing on the ground. Her exquisite appearance remained largely unchanged from two months ago, except that her azure eyes seemed to hold a myriad of emotions churning within them as she gazed at the boy.

She didn't dislike Ron; in fact, she quite approved of his actions. Although she was annoyed by his daily teasing before, she often felt like something was missing after he left.

"Why haven't you written a letter in two months?"

Miss Evil asked calmly, but the resentment in her eyes could not be concealed.

He flirted with her and then ran away; what a jerk!

"I'm back now."

The blond boy stepped forward and, without realizing it, placed his hand on Miss Evil's slender waist. Sharon merely frowned slightly but did not stop him immediately.

Gazing at the boy's handsome face, Miss Evil Spirit gently bit her lip, a slight blush finally appearing on her pale cheeks. She spoke in a stiff tone of gratitude:

"Thank you, Ron, for helping me find my teacher. Thank you so much."

She spoke awkwardly again and again, as if trying to pour out her innermost feelings.

At this moment, Ron was quite understanding. He crossed his arms and hugged the waist of the light blonde girl, then leaned forward and once again pinned Sharon against the wall.

His warm, sweet breath brushed against the girl's ear, causing the evil spirit to writhe uneasy, as if trying to escape its current terrible predicament.

However, the next second, Ron stated matter-of-factly:

"You're welcome. Actually, I think your teacher is quite good-looking too, perhaps even prettier than you, with a unique and unsettling beauty."

"Slurp~"

Ron is still Ron; his loose tongue always plays an unexpected role at crucial moments.

In an instant, the room fell silent.

"You actually have designs on my teacher? Aren't I enough for you?!"

Upon hearing this, Miss Evil felt a surge of anger rise within her; the familiar feeling had returned.

But before she could take any action, the boy proactively opened his arms and asked with a gentle smile:

"Beautiful lady, may I invite you to join me on a journey to the Southern Continent to visit the kingdom I have created and to save the god you worship?"

(End of this chapter)