Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 551 Master, you may be shameless, but I am!

What is that?

What happened?

What are you saying?

With his graying temples and a very middle-aged appearance, Dawn Dantes paused for a moment before realizing what Macht meant.

"Although Ron is somewhat of a menace, he only harms those around him, like me. As for others, he is quite farsighted—no, it should be said that he doesn't care or concern himself at all. He simply provides symbolic support, and then you have to rely on your own efforts."

"What bad thoughts could a little kid like that have?"

"Uh, mysterious Ron, an evil plan? I don't seem to have heard of such a... uh, person in Backlund."

He pretended to be completely unaware and asked in return.

Machette wasn't surprised and patted Klein on the shoulder, saying:

"Ha, Dawn, you're right. If it weren't for Mr. Montalin, no one would know that there was such a wealthy tycoon in Backlund. But unfortunately, no one has ever seen him; they've only heard that he has a bad reputation."

"He owns more factories than anyone else, and he is also involved in smuggling and tax evasion. Rumor has it that he also arbitrarily fires employees and demands compensation for losses incurred by the employees who cannot generate profits for the factories."

"And they don't even provide insurance for their employees, there's no corresponding free medical fund, and they never do charity work."

"You know, in this place, the most important thing is a good reputation."

My brother, you'd better shut up!

Hearing this, Klein felt a chill run down his spine. Out of conscience and concern for his neighbors' safety, he still whispered in defense of Ron:

"How can there be so many rumors about this person if I've never even seen him? Maybe they're all false, and he doesn't even exist?"

"Or is it a deliberate slander?"

Just then, perhaps because Klein's voice was still too clear, a familiar voice suddenly came from the stairwell.

The man with the monocle adjusted his top hat and bowed to Dawn Dantes, saying:

"Sir, what I'm saying is not just hearsay. It's common knowledge that the wealthy in Backlund do some charitable work. In my opinion, this is a sign that they are willing to share their wealth. But Mr. Ron I'm talking about is different. He doesn't even participate in church charity funds."

"Leaving aside the fact that the mysterious Ron's personal life is extremely extravagant, even to the point of rinsing his mouth with Olmir wine, most importantly, Ms. Arya, who represents his businesses, has also chosen to refuse, and is unwilling to show any commendable behavior in St. Samuel's Church."

"Moreover, this woman is no ordinary person. She secretly gathers gangsters and tries to control all the streetwalkers in Rune, turning them into her informants. To maintain this situation, she also provides corresponding benefits."

"This leads to many streetwalkers never escaping this profession in their entire lives, having their last bit of value squeezed out of them."

"Everyone has a different future, but they ruined the fate that should have belonged to the streetwalkers with their own hands."

Amon innocently shrugged, revealing an honest smile, a glint of white light flashing on his crystal monocle.

His gaze was sincere as he looked at Klein, and he added at the end:

"Believe me, sir, what I'm saying couldn't be more true. There's absolutely no falsehood in it!"

"Moreover, the mysterious Ron always sends assassins to kill me. He would rather get rid of me, the one who raised the problem, than solve the problem itself."

"You're welcome to go and see for yourself; I just hope you won't be fooled."

Hearing Amon say this, Klein was somewhat shaken. Although he, Zhou Mingrui, could easily defeat five opponents with one keyboard, he was still somewhat naive when facing Amon, who had mastered deception.

Although he really didn't want to talk about Ron behind his back, but...

"But we can't rule out the possibility that these were done by Ron's men; maybe the kid was misled?"

"Amon, you're really great!"

"No one has dared to talk about me like that behind my back for years? Huh!?"

"In just a few months, you've ruined my reputation to this extent! You deserve to die!!!"

Inside the magnificent hall, Ron grabbed Amon's long, black curly hair and repeatedly slammed the Time Angel's head onto the floor.

Boom boom boom!

Huge cracks covered the entire living room, and the crackling sounds made the ancient sun god next to him shake his head.

At this moment, Amon was still stubbornly insisting:

"Well, so you've shown your true colors now, haven't you? A heartless person is a heartless person. I only raised a question, and you hit me like this? And you still say you have nothing to hide?!"

My grass?

These words left the blond boy stunned. Ron pointed a finger at Amon, but his gaze was fixed on the ancient sun god who was about to sneak away.

"How did you raise him?!"

It hasn't been long, and your ability to distort the truth is almost on par with mine.

Adam's expression remained unchanged as he sighed and shook his head, saying:

"Does this even need to be taught?"

"The child is grown up, I can't keep an eye on him at all, and he's always been stubborn, I can't control him."

As the ancient sun god spoke, he swiftly entered the spirit realm, seemingly having no intention of getting involved in these trivial matters.

After all, according to His thoughts, a god of Ron's level should have long since transcended such base interests.

The handsome young man pursed his lips, stood up, released the clone in his hand, and then kicked down. This kick seemed to lock onto space and logic, leaving the Time Angel under his feet with no way to dodge or defend. It was instantly shattered into fragments that emitted specks of light, and finally turned into a crystalline substance.

"You deserve to die!"

Mr. Ron gritted his teeth and said another harsh sentence, glancing around and realizing that he was the only person in the huge villa.

Medici's whereabouts are unknown, but according to Ron's observations, He has most likely gone to assemble an army to cause trouble for the witches.

Will Onsetin was in a similar situation. The Life School had a ton of affairs waiting for him, its president, to handle. Having finally escaped Urelius's pursuit, he naturally had to make good use of the gifts that came with fate.

"Busy, everyone's busy!"

With a thud, the boy slumped against the soft sofa back, his loneliness palpable, giving the impression of an empty-nest elderly person.

After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Ron suddenly straightened his back, waved his hand gently, and a dazzling and beautiful starry sky appeared before him.

The points of light seemed endless, some bulging, some dimming, some emitting bursts of praise and singing, and others emitting sounds of repentance and weeping.

Selecting a point of prayer light, the "One Who Unites All Things" issued a divine decree.

"Arya, get back here and face me!"

After sending out a divine message, Ron summoned his messenger and gave the following instructions:

"Go to the kingdom of the god of knowledge and wisdom, and tell him that the ancient sun god has been resurrected, and that I can save his life, at the cost of the Red Priest's uniqueness!"

"Yes, great master!"

Adam did all the bad things, but our Lord Ron is going to play the good guy.

After all, the ancient sun god and the three gods had a grudge, which was essentially the three gods' "debt". It was only natural for the creditor to come and collect the debt, and even the three gods could not say anything.

As for Ron, who helped the ancient sun god take revenge, he would naturally receive a great favor from the ancient sun god. By stepping in to protect Herabergen, who had lost his uniqueness, he would not only be grateful to the other party, but also gain the uniqueness of the Red Priest, which is very important at this stage.

Win! Win big!

"In this way, the uniqueness of becoming the 'original' and the characteristics of the 'singularity of all things' are both resolved for me."

As for Anchor Russell, he's currently preparing for missionary work in Intis, and things are progressing well. I can handle Rune's situation. As for Fursac and Fenneport...

"Leave it to Medici; he's there searching for the other traits of the Witch and Hunter pathways."

"An army is trained for a day, and used for a moment." The boy once again selected a crimson prayer dot and sent a divine message about missionary work.

As for whether Medici will agree or not.

"Hmph, if you don't agree, I'll cut off his living expenses. Let's see how he supports his army!"

That's how capricious people can be when they're rich!

After distributing all his subordinates' forces, Ron looked at the Thief's trait on the table with a headache.

The blond boy hadn't yet decided where to place Amon.

"Well, let's leave it at that. At least the current situation is much easier than I imagined. Although I've been portrayed as a villain, the conflicts in Backlund have only intensified, which has both advantages and disadvantages."

Ron tapped his fingers lightly on the solid wood coffee table with gold trim, nodded thoughtfully, and only after confirming that everything was in order did he lean back on the sofa with peace of mind, resuming his usual carefree attitude.

A night breeze blew gently in through the open window, and the cool, fresh air lifted Ron's mood considerably.

At that moment, the full-length mirror in the living room suddenly rippled like water, and a white-haired witch rolled out from inside.

The white-haired witch rolled all the way from the mirror to Ron's feet, causing the boy's eye to twitch slightly.

Ron has never felt so mentally exhausted in his life.

"Great Master, Your follower, Arya Rand, offers you the highest respect and greetings. Praise be to you, my great Master, praise be to you, Lord of all things!"

Hearing this, Ron's gloom suddenly eased considerably.

It's rare to see a subordinate so good at flattering others.

"Alright, stop flattering me."

Hearing Ron relent, Arya, with her slightly curled white hair, raised eyebrows, and lake-blue eyes, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

She was terrified when she received the divine message, fearing that she might have done something wrong and be held accountable by her master.

"As you wish."

She nodded obediently, but remained kneeling, showing Ron a level of respect he had never experienced before.

Look at them!

There is no harm without comparison.

It was only then that Ron realized how great his divine status truly was.

"I'm so fed up with those freaks. They're always mocking me or touching me inappropriately, showing absolutely no respect. They're not even worth a hair on Arya's head."

Thinking of this, the boy found the white-haired witch in front of him even more pleasing to the eye.

However, because of the trouble the other party had caused him, Ron still didn't show a friendly expression. He deliberately hesitated for a moment, then asked in a nonchalant tone:

"I remember I didn't assign you a position when I left, so why are you managing all my businesses now?"

Ron knew the answer to this question: it was simply that he himself didn't care about anything, and then the strange bunch in his family didn't want to care either, so it ended up falling on this witch's shoulders.

"Ahem, it's my duty, Arya, to share my master's burdens!"

The witch kneeling on the ground replied quite faithfully.

Ron pursed his lips, skipped the topic, and asked instead:

"Who devised Ron's evil plan?"

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Arya froze for half a second upon hearing the question, then lunged forward and hugged Ron's leg.

"Master, this has nothing to do with me. It was all made up by that bastard Amon. I have not used your property to do anything bad. I have reformed and done a lot of good deeds."

"I also took control of all the gangs in Backlund, making them legitimate and regularly paying them to work for us."

And I am also working hard to improve the lives of people at the bottom of society. For example, I will have gangsters protect the street prostitutes to prevent them from defaulting on their debts, and I will also give them some subsidies because I feel sorry for them.

"Furthermore, I will also regularly allocate funds, either through your Radiant Church or directly to those in need in your name."

"Furthermore, I also built many almshouses in your name."

"Everything I've done is to spread your faith, Master!"

I am absolutely loyal!!!

Upon hearing these explanations, Ron nearly fainted.

What a loyal and devoted person!

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Ron was silent for a few seconds, then laughed at the loyal witch.

"Aria, sometimes I don't know if you're stupid or naive. How did you come up with these terrible ideas?"

"You think you can spread my faith to the lower classes by giving them money? Are you out of your mind?!"

"Today, those people take my money and praise my name, but tomorrow they will turn away from me for a piece of bread from another church and praise another god instead!"

"Today you build a poorhouse, tomorrow there will be people who didn't receive any help complaining about my injustice and ruining my reputation."

"The better the pay for streetwalkers you offer today, the more people will flock to the industry tomorrow. Backlund has never lacked poor people!"

"Today you lead the gang and fight crime, but tomorrow you'll be betrayed, because those behind the gang are just waiting for you to slip up!"

"Tell me, did you do this on purpose, or did it accidentally?"

How could Ron Sothos, with his omniscient and all-seeing wisdom, have such a foolish and laughable subordinate?

Seeing the witch at his feet gradually turn pale, Ron rolled his eyes and asked in a hopeless tone:

"Tell me, how much have my businesses lost in the past few months?"

Upon hearing this, Aria immediately perked up and said, as if seeking praise:

"Master, I have entrusted these businesses to professionals. Rest assured, I have ensured that everyone is absolutely clean. Not only have your businesses not suffered losses, but they have also made a considerable profit."

Hearing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"At least you have some self-awareness. Tell me, with such huge expenses, how do you make a profit?"

"Master, just don't pay the tax. I'm not paying anyway, what right do you think the Ruen royal family would dare defy you!"

Fuck you!

You'd better come up with a better excuse!

Upon hearing this, Ron was stunned. He had nothing to say about Arya's behavior, but he had a lot of opinions about the way she did things.

As a deity protecting the Southern Continent, paying this amount of tax is perfectly reasonable. Ron's idea is to just make a token gesture and not make things too ugly.

But this guy was pretty easy; he just grabbed it directly!

You may be shameless, but I still have a sense of shame!

You bastard, why did you have to betray me like this!

(End of this chapter)