Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 555 Husband and Wife in Harmony (6K)

In Backlund, in this metropolis, Ron's methods were hardly anything new.

He originally intended to use this scheming to get Klein to cooperate with him, so that they could achieve a win-win situation.

Ron pretends to be the whistleblower, while Dawn Dantes pretends to have been framed and his family destroyed, returning to Backlund as the protagonist of revenge.

To be honest, this doesn't disgrace the name he chose.

They put the hat on the head of the count, who was clearly being used as a pawn.

Ron could then use this opportunity to break up the other wealthy individuals who were subtly forming a united front.

As for Klein, he can take advantage of his position controlling the situation from behind the scenes to quickly digest the Puppet Master's potion.

Unfortunately, Klein was unwilling to do so.

On one hand, his conscience wouldn't allow it, and on the other hand, he felt that Ron's conditions were too harsh.

To perform the act of your whole family dying, and then have to cry your heart out on the spot—isn't that just making things difficult for you?

Regardless of whether he could perform it, he wouldn't do it even if he could.

He knew the kid's nature all too well; this kid was full of wicked humor. If he really fell into the trap, he'd probably be laughed to death by the other person.

As Ron finished speaking, the ball in the first-floor hall seemed to come to a standstill.

Although the dance floor was full of people, it was completely silent at this moment.

How did the president of World Peace Corporation manage to get in here?!

At this moment, Count Bernard, who had been in a daze, finally came to his senses and immediately gave an urgent order to the servant beside him:

"Guards, throw him out of here!"

At this moment, he no longer cared about the dignity and elegance of a nobleman; he only wanted to minimize the impact of the accident as quickly as possible.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw Ron in front of him curl up a mocking smile.

The boy took two steps forward, arrogantly raised his chin, and elegantly clapped his hands twice in full view of everyone, saying in a sarcastic tone:

"Oh dear, Earl, I am so sorry that our first meeting is under such an awkward circumstances."

"My men are truly grateful for your care, but malicious murder and faith in demons are no small matter. As an agent of the will of God, I have reason to imprison you."

"Of course, the most important thing is to clear your name and give everyone justice!"

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shameless!!!

Count Bernard's molars were grinding together, the boy's nonsense was so shoving it was giving him a heart attack.

As a powerful earl, he had seen many eccentric people, but Ron was the first guy to make him feel so uncomfortable.

Such an arrogant face and condescending attitude made it seem as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

This feeling of being completely ignored, this silent mockery, ignited a raging fire in the Earl's heart.

His eyes held a hint of anger as he looked at Ron before him and sneered:

"I know you, Ron Sothos. Baron Syndras fell victim to you."

"You came to Backlund last year without a corresponding title, and you are merely a merchant. You have absolutely no right to accuse a nobleman under these circumstances!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took two steps forward and loudly proclaimed in front of everyone:

"I know young people are eager for quick success and instant benefits, and they like to take shortcuts and use some unscrupulous methods, but I can still forgive them!"

"Mr. Sothos, let's end this farce. Don't cause trouble for everyone in business matters."

"And I don't recall inviting you. I don't welcome uninvited guests!"

The count, as expected of a count, used his years of experience and knowledge to quickly understand the situation and make a decision.

With just a few words, he seized control of the conversation and the rhythm of the discussion throughout the banquet.

At that moment, as if in response to him, a sharp male voice came from the lobby on the first floor.

"The bishops of the three major churches, the inspector of the Westville Field, and even Prince Govington are all here. If the Earl really has what you say, it's probably not your place to investigate."

"This is not something a gentleman should do!"

These genuine voices from the public created a chemical reaction, causing an uproar below the dance floor.

"Get out! You're not welcome here!"

"Get out!"

"You're not invited here, get out!"

The shouts and curses quickly filled the hall. Even the councilors, nobles, and merchants who originally did not want to get involved were swayed. Only the bishops of the three major churches and the prince who had been invited remained restrained.

Upon seeing this, the count stared intently at Ron with his cloudy blue eyes. Although he didn't understand why anyone would agree with him, the mockery in his eyes was impossible to hide.

In his opinion, Ron was still too young, and his methods were just so-so.

"I stopped using such crude methods when I was eighteen. Even if he's truly an adult, he's only eighteen or nineteen. Whether it's guiding public opinion or understanding people's hearts, he's far inferior to me."

At that moment, Bernard Valentino felt that the so-called World Peace Company was nothing special; it seemed aggressive but was actually quite vulnerable.

Ron's blond eyes swept downwards and saw Klein there, faithfully tending the fire.

By this time, he had completely changed his appearance and, through some unknown means, had managed to infiltrate his secret agent, who was now dressed respectably and waving flags while denouncing him.

The boy could tell that at least 50% of Klein's acting was genuine; he just wanted to see him embarrass himself.

Although he had already planned to be a troublemaker in the crowd, the boy's lips twitched slightly involuntarily at the sight of this scene.

"Humans are so boring. Is all they can do is make noise?"

A thought flashed through his mind, the blond boy slightly raised his chin, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes, and ignored the commotion in the crowd.

Human beings generally operate on the principle of cooperation and prefer to exchange benefits rather than forcibly seize things.

However, in Ron's eyes, this behavior was far too much of a compromise for him.

A supreme deity, high above all, turns around and bows and scrapes to these merchants, nobles, members of parliament, and high-ranking officials, establishing a shared economic entity based on common interests.

This is absolutely ridiculous!

Even if Ron Sothos is usually very low-key, he wouldn't do something like this. Even Amon only started cooperating with him after he made him one of his own.

"Rules, rules, rules."

"I am the rule!"

The will of the gods is not difficult to understand; in fact, it can be said to be simple and easy to comprehend. However, for most people, it is simply wishful thinking to expect a god to unconditionally support them with just a few words.

This is not a matter of trust or distrust, but a conflict between two sets of ideas.

To use Klein's analogy, it's like spending a few dollars on incense, lighting a few sticks for Buddha, and then Buddha blesses you to become a millionaire.

Therefore, given such a large generation gap, Ron felt it necessary to break down and thoroughly digest the phrase "I am the rule" and personally feed it to everyone.

For example, right now!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The crisp sound of clapping hands stood out sharply against the buzzing noise, the clear sound seemingly piercing through people's hearts.

The blond boy's golden eyes swept downwards, and he found that Klein had indeed disappeared.

"Everyone, have you said enough?"

Ron's voice was cold and crisp, his eyes scanning each person below the stage. His gaze, which seemed to see through everything, made those who saw him unconsciously feel a suffocating sense of authority.

The aura emanating from the deity was so oppressive that no one could lift their heads.

This imposing aura was almost tangible; the boy merely stood there, yet everyone felt as if they were inside a solemn and magnificent church, and dared not utter a sound.

"Do you plead guilty?" the boy asked calmly.

At that moment, Count Bernard seemed to sense something was wrong, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"I don't know what you're talking about!? I'm calling the police if you don't leave!"

"Still talking tough even when death is imminent! Guards, arrest our Earl!"

As soon as the boy finished speaking, several burly men suddenly sprang out from among the mixed guests and from the garden of the luxurious villa.

As direct descendants of the "Rose School" in the Southern Continent, these "living corpses," "madmen," and "vengeful spirits" move at incredible speed.

Under the pressure of the gods, all the extraordinary beings around Bernard were unable to move, and the count himself was even worse off. In just a few breaths, they were all kicked to the ground and humiliated.

"Ha, that's all?"

The blond youth habitually uttered a sarcastic remark, then, facing the crowd that was clearly stirring but dared not speak loudly under his imposing presence, he spoke up:

"Everyone, at this moment you should feel honored, proud, and honored. If I were you, I would give myself a separate page in the family genealogy."

"You should thank me for having the time to waste talking nonsense with you."

"Let me state first that I am not here to interrogate or report anyone, but to notify and arrest someone."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, a middle-aged man with graying temples and a very masculine appearance immediately jumped out from the crowd and asked in confusion:

"Notification and arrest? I don't know what you mean. If Count Bernard is truly guilty, he should be tried by the Church of Storms, the Royal Court, or the Siviras Field."

Seeing Dawn Dantes emerge from the corner, Ron's lips twitched, but he still maintained his condescending attitude as he replied:

"Yes, this gentleman is right, that's generally the case."

"But since I'm here today, I'm not here to inform everyone of common sense that's already ingrained in their minds. No, perhaps some of the people here don't know it."

"However, I'm too lazy to explain such a trivial matter to you. You can ask around among your friends when you have time. They are all prominent figures in Backlund. I don't need to elaborate on the special nature of the church."

At this point, Ron paused, noticing everyone's gaze fixed on him, before continuing leisurely:

"However, this count seems to have misunderstood something. I am not using any underhanded tactics in the business world, but am acting impartially to arrest a wanted criminal."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, Klein immediately jumped out, saying incredulously:

"Your Excellency, as far as I know, you do not belong to the three major churches, nor to the royal family, nor to the military. How do you have the right to arrest a count?"

"Excuse my bluntness, but what you're doing is trampling on the laws of the kingdom!"

Upon hearing this, Count Bernard, who was pinned to the stage, looked at Dawn Dantes with satisfaction. He hadn't expected that someone would speak up for him when no one else dared to.

"Hey! Sir, I'm not someone who breaks the law. I may not know you, but please don't slander me!"

The words were on the tip of his tongue when Ron Sothos immediately made a self-promotion, then his gaze swept over all the celebrities and dignitaries of Backlund, and he said frankly:

"I represent the Church of the God of Time and Space, and World Peace Company is an enterprise of the Church of the God of Time and Space."

Before the boy could finish speaking, Klein immediately manipulated the puppet and shouted in shock:

"Could it be that newly emerged deity from the Southern Continent? The true god who controls time!? A deity even the seven major churches acknowledge and accept!?"

"There's a church dedicated to this god in Backlund!?"

The puppet's voice was particularly loud, drawing everyone's attention. To avoid being noticed, Dawn Dantes, who was hiding a dozen meters away from the puppet, also looked over.

Under the watchful eyes of so many spectators, Klein suddenly felt that a portion of the magic potion from the Puppet Master within his body had been silently digested.

"This is absolutely ridiculous!"

His expression was complicated for a moment, but he quickly returned to normal.

Compared to digesting the clown potion next to Ron back then, this burning gaze is nothing.

"Yes, it's that merciful and great deity!"

Ron first praised himself, and then briefly explained:

"You may not know this, but there is indeed a church dedicated to the 'God of Time and Space' in Backlund. In the early days of the church's construction, in order to respect this ancient deity, His church always had equal power with the three major churches."

Upon hearing this, Dawn Dantes immediately adjusted his thinking and suddenly realized:

"I see. So, everything you're doing now is legal? It's all within the rights that the church of that revered deity should have?"

Even with his thick skin, Klein felt incredibly embarrassed as soon as he said those words.

In an instant, everyone's eyes on the dance floor on the first floor turned to Klein. The suspicious and intense gazes almost made him lose control of his expression.

"Oh no, this is a bit over the top."

He took a deep breath, instantly realized what was happening, looked around, and said confidently:

"I have heard of this deity more than once in the Southern Continent. Even among tribes that worship the God of Death, there are still many people who secretly worship this deity."

"The reason is that this deity is just and can govern the chaotic southern continent in an orderly manner, making the people prosperous and the society stable."

"I've only been in Backlund for a short time, and I never imagined that His church existed here. It's truly incredible."

Well, kid, I never thought you, a poor wretch, could be so sweet-talking.

Klein's insincere praise delighted Ron Sothos, even causing a slight smile to appear on his usually serious lips.

Without hesitation, he immediately said:

"This gentleman is right. The God of Time and Space looks upon everyone equally, regardless of their identity or status. If they violate the law, they will be judged with justice."

As the blond boy spoke, he pointed at Count Bernard, who was pinned to the ground, and then changed the subject:

"And this high-ranking and powerful man, this madman who disregards human life, indiscriminately kills the innocent, colludes with demons, and worships evil gods, has been allowed to live for so many years by the royal family and the Church of Storms?"

"Is there no law left?"

"Is there no law anymore!?"

When did I ever disregard human life, indiscriminately kill innocent people, collude with demons, or worship evil gods?!

Upon hearing this, Count Bernard, who had been completely bewildered by Ron, finally realized what was happening, and his expression changed drastically.

He knew that if these charges were truly pinned on him and proven true, probably no one could save him.

Although the boy in front of him seemed to be promoting the doctrines of the Church of the God of Time and Space, it was essentially a provocation and declaration of war against the royal family and the Church of Storms.

If the royal family does nothing, it signifies weakness; if they do take action, then everything will be beyond repair.

Having figured this out, Bernard Valentino immediately shouted:

"You're slandering me; I didn't do anything wrong."

Snapped!

The great "Prime Minister of Time and Space" went up and slapped him hard across the face, then said in a pretentious manner:

"Would I falsely accuse you!?"

Aren't you framing me?!

Bernard was about to retort, but his mouth was already tightly sealed, and he couldn't make a sound.

Upon hearing Ron's words, the Storm Church bishop, who had been invited to the banquet, and Govington Augustus II, who were watching all this from below, were so angry that their faces turned bright red.

With so many people around, couldn't you have just said it in private?!

At this moment, Govington Augustus, standing in a corner of the crowd and surrounded by many nobles, spoke up:

"Sir, what you are doing now is not in accordance with the laws of Rune, and you have not produced any corresponding evidence."

As the most promising prince to inherit the throne, his mind was extremely calm from the beginning. When he saw Count Bernard's eyes almost popping out of their sockets, he gritted his teeth and decided to stand up at this critical moment.

With the support of an earl, he couldn't just let him go.

Upon seeing the prince with a square face, clearly inheriting the genes of the Augustus family, Ron asked, feigning ignorance:

"Who are you?"

"I am the son of the strong, the descendant of the protectors, Govington Augustus."

"Your Excellency, I don't think your approach is quite appropriate. Besides, Count Bernard is, after all, a nobleman, and it's only right and proper to leave it to the royal family."

Govington believed that there was nothing wrong with what he said; his reasoning was sound and reasonable, and it was also effective in easing the tense atmosphere.

However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Upon hearing his self-introduction, Ron pursed his lips and said:

"Who do we have here? It turns out to be a descendant of a second-rate family from the Fourth Era."

The boy scoffed, then tossed down a file folder from the platform that looked very familiar to Earl Hall.

"Look, see."

Govington Augustus II was silent for two seconds, with a strange sense of foreboding, but he still gritted his teeth, picked up the leather bag, and pulled out the documents and photos inside.

But after just a couple of glances, he felt his vision go black and his legs inexplicably go weak.

Seeing this, Ron raised an eyebrow and said:

"Someone, distribute all these documents to everyone, one copy for each person, so that everyone can see how Augustus, who respects the law, handles things."

"No, no! You're slandering us! These are all fake!"

The prince stammered a rebuttal, his forehead covered in cold sweat even though it had only been a few seconds.

If these things were to get out, it would undoubtedly deal a huge blow to the prestige of the royal family.

When that time comes, internal strife will inevitably break out in Backlund, although Govington has considerable confidence in the Augustus family.

Because the family has angels, demigods, and even level zero sealed artifacts.

But when he saw the menacing Ron Sothos, he lost some of his confidence.

Gods are insurmountable mountains; power is the greatest voice in this world.

Seeing this, the blond boy chuckled and said:

"Another stubborn one. I'm too lazy to reason with you. Tie him up too, we'll take him with us later."

At this point, the theme of the ball had completely changed, evolving from a business alliance into an extremely abstract trial.

Although it was not a respectable occasion, nor a formal setting for judging guilt, all the guests fell silent after opening the files that Ron had distributed.

Even their breathing seemed to be done very carefully.

Regardless of the occasion or the decorum of the trial, no one dared to speak easily, fearing they might be targeted by the righteous man on the second-floor terrace.

Apart from

"This is outrageous!? Is all of this, Mr. Ron Sothos, true!?"

Dawn Dantes and his secret puppet roared in disbelief and anguish.

Holding some of the materials he had contributed, he loudly criticized the various evils described in the materials, arousing the indignation of a large group of guests.

That's enough, why are you acting like this is the first time you've heard this?

The blond boy on the terrace rolled his eyes at him, then smiled warmly and clapped his hands gently.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The crisp sound resonated in everyone's hearts once more. Ron glanced around and said in a stern tone:

"My friends, I have only one request: do not make yourselves mistaken."

"And I came to Backlund only to do three things: fairness, fairness, and fucking fairness!"

"What the royal family can't handle, I'll handle; what the three major churches can't do, I'll do. I know there are many of you with 'secrets,' and I hope you don't get caught by me!"

"Under the watchful eyes of the gods, whoever picks up a sharp knife will surely plunge it into his own heart. Well then, that's all I have to say."

A dramatic banquet thus came to an end, heralding the arrival of a new era.

No one thought Ron had gone too far, and no one was dissatisfied with him. Gods are insurmountable mountains, and in this era where everyone has faith, no one dares to interfere with the will of the gods.

"Sigh, the weather's about to change."

Earl Hall looked at his youngest daughter, sighed wearily, and seemed to have aged more than ten years.

(End of this chapter)