Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 563

"Awesome!"

The blond boy's somewhat childish voice rang in his ears, and Klein's mind went blank for a moment. Then he saw what seemed to be dark red stars appearing before his eyes.

The invisible things within his body shattered with a crash, and his Mystic Master potion was completely digested.

"This one works too!?"

Klein looked at Ron in astonishment, causing the wraith puppet confronting the witch to freeze for a few seconds.

To be honest, Klein did put on an act in his interaction with Triss just now. If we follow his reasoning, being able to digest even a tiny bit of the potion would be considered a successful performance.

"Hmm, it seems it's not just the performance; the quality of the 'audience' can also affect the potion's absorption. Also, Triss is involved with a true god after all, so could what I'm doing be considered using a puppet to manipulate a true god into entering the arena?"

The second rule of the Puppet Master is to use puppets as a guide to manipulate the enemy and stage a puppet show.

Sharp words can hurt more than a sharp knife.

Klein's mouth was clearly as hard as it had been made, much harder than he had anticipated.

In the ordinary world, breaking down one's mental defenses might simply mean a blow, but in the mystical world, it often signifies mental abnormality and chaos in the person being struck.

With a smooth flash of ice crystals, the puppet, wrapped in invisible spider silk, suddenly leaped to a narrow ice cone, then jumped repeatedly and disappeared quickly.

The task of provoking Triss has been accomplished; there's no need to waste any more time with her.

"Retrieve the marionette, keeping it in spirit form and attached to the metal stud on your sleeve," Klein said calmly, as if sharing good news with a friend.

"My potion has been digested. Do you have any clues?"

"Hmph, it would be a miracle if you couldn't digest it!" the blond boy snorted.

Lord Ron's rank has already surpassed the pillars and is infinitely close to the "original". He can digest not only one Sequence 5, but also three or four.

"You did a good job. Keep it up. The situation in Backlund may become even more delicate. Try to make yourself the biggest traitor in the open."

"This way, some people will invest in you, and others will investigate you and try to kill you, but it is quite effective in launching a coup."

"Humans are herd creatures; if one exists, two will follow. As long as the advantage is on our side, those nobles who hold power and maintain their dignity even if they are in debt will inevitably attract speculators."

"This is an opportunity. I wouldn't tell just anyone. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about Benson and Melissa."

Ron nodded, acknowledging Klein's achievements, and then stood on tiptoe to pat him on the shoulder, like a ruthless boss making empty promises.

You make it sound so easy, but with such a leap, I can already foresee the royal family of Ruen sending assassins to kill me...

Klein pursed his lips and asked tactfully:

"Aren't you being a little too arrogant?"

Upon hearing this, the young man arrogantly raised his chin and said:

"Cooperation is the fundamental reason why they did not suffer extinction."

"You still don't understand these angel families. When it comes to the true God, they wouldn't dare utter a single word."

Under the intimidation of such a behemoth, divisions were bound to arise within the royal family.

There's nothing new under the sun; even the most volatile storm lord will compromise.

Klein nodded in agreement upon hearing Ron's answer.

Although he felt that Ron was too intelligent to act so carelessly, the words were rough but the principle was sound.

"Sigh~ Ron not eating beef is already giving the world a lot of face."

Sighing inwardly, Klein thought of a new question. He raised an eyebrow and sincerely asked:

"Ron, you say you're omniscient and omnipotent!"

"Yes, that's right!" the blond boy replied without hesitation.

Hearing this, Klein smiled and asked again sincerely:

"Actually, I have a question I'm very curious about. Since you are omniscient and omnipotent, possessing unparalleled wisdom, could you answer a question you don't know the answer to?"

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Upon hearing this, the blond boy abruptly looked up and replied expressionlessly:

"My invincible wisdom tells me that now I should use my invincible power!"

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After giving Klein a good beating, Ron didn't linger and went straight back to 67 Williams Street.

"I should have known better than to hide it. No, I didn't intend to hide it anyway. As a deity, isn't it normal to have a few angels serving you?"

Looking at the empty house, Ron sighed and turned on the gas wall lamps in the first-floor living room one by one.

Amon is still playing in Backlund, while his father is plotting how to deal with the god of knowledge and wisdom.

Medici and a bunch of Amon clones preached in Fursac, in addition to searching for the traits they needed.

Using the light of faith, Ron briefly checked his subordinates' progress and nodded in satisfaction.

"Intis's missionary work is also progressing well. After all, with the Southern Continent as its base, it has no shortage of people and money."

After summarizing the progress, the boy slumped contentedly onto the sofa.

The bait has been laid; now it's just a matter of seeing if any fish can resist the temptation and start biting.

………………

Tuesday afternoon.

"Stop, stop! Stop! The water's too deep; you can't hold on!"

"But... Fowles, I've been in Backlund for so long just to find this kind of opportunity."

The girl, who was only 1.5 meters tall, suddenly unleashed strength comparable to that of an adult man. With a powerful push from her calves, she dragged Fowles, who was clinging to her legs, toward the door.

It's obvious to anyone with eyes to see that MI9's actions are undoubtedly treating bounty hunters as cannon fodder, something that can be dispensable.

What's even more terrifying is that this stubborn guy, who's good at using his fists rather than his brain, actually believed it!

"Hugh, have you ever considered that since MI9 itself doesn't dare to show up, is it possible that an evil god lives in that house?!"

Fors bent his knees and braced himself against the door frame, successfully slowing Hugh Deercha's advance.

Ever since returning from the rendezvous, the bounty hunter's mood was written all over his face. Seeing his friend so worried, Fors immediately shared a glass of brandy he had just bought.

However, she overestimated the bounty hunter's alcohol tolerance; one drink and Hugh Deercha was asleep.

In a daze, Fors tricked him into revealing all the dangerous missions the bounty hunters had accepted.

"Even demigods risk death, how did you dare go?! Isn't it better to be alive?"

"Besides, I've already contacted a top player for you, someone will be here to carry you right away!!!"

Taking advantage of the moment, the writer grabbed the bounty hunter's other leg and shouted:

"Hugh, if you die, all I'll be doing is squandering your inheritance. Just imagine me using the money you worked so hard to earn to smoke, drink, and gamble."

As expected, the bounty hunter stopped in his tracks, his expression so complex that even the audience could hardly understand it.

Looking at the lazy writer hugging his own legs, Hugh suddenly felt an intense sense of resentment.

Is my legacy going to be squandered by Fors like this?

When someone wants to commit suicide by jumping into a lake, if you urinate in the lake, the person will most likely climb ashore with a look of disgust and give up the idea of ​​taking their own life.

Hugh was in a similar situation, wanting to find out the truth while worrying about her mother, brother, and friends.

Thinking of this, the bounty hunter suddenly sighed and said, "Sigh~ Fors, what should we do?"

That's easy, just wait for the pros to carry you!

Fors glared at her, about to explain just how awesome she was and how many important people she chatted with every week, but then she suddenly stammered.

The Tarot Club is not something to be talked about outside, after all, Mr. Fool forbids it.

"Hey, there's bound to be a way, Xiu, don't worry!"

Ring ring.

Just then, the doorbell rang out from outside the door.

The two men exchanged a glance. One quickly got up from the ground, while the other hid the triangular dagger and revolver tucked into his waistband.

Pressing the handle and pushing open the door, Fowles saw a maid dressed in a servant's uniform who looked strangely familiar.

"Annie?"

"It's me, Ms. Wall. Miss Audrey has something she'd like to discuss with you two. She's waiting for you in the carriage."

As she spoke, the personal maid pointed to a four-wheeled carriage bearing the count's emblem, which was understated in appearance but luxurious in reality.

Miss Audrey is looking for me—no, for us?

Why not contact them through private channels?

"Uh, okay, I need to get ready."

"No problem, Ms. Wall, the young lady has been there the whole time."

The room was bustling with activity again; the writer and bounty hunter were not going to be slighted when dealing with such a big spender.

After tidying up, I pushed open the door and got into the carriage.

"It's been a long time, you two."

Upon seeing her two friends, Audrey, who was sitting inside the carriage, immediately gave a polite smile.

Hugh and Fowles exchanged a glance and replied:

"Yes, Miss Audrey, we haven't seen each other for two weeks."

"No, it's been two or three months since we last saw each other. Aside from seeing Fowles at the weekly tarot readings, it's been a long time since I've seen them."

After muttering something to herself, the noble lady nodded to Hugh again before getting down to business.

"Gentlemen, I apologize for inviting you in this way; this is not a very serious occasion to discuss."

At this point, the noblewoman paused, seemingly organizing her thoughts for the next sentence.

Audrey Hall's expression suddenly turned serious, and she said solemnly:

"You two, I need your help!"

"Help? What can we do for you? Help you spend money, or help you enjoy life?" Fors thought to herself, but she maintained her elegant demeanor and said:

"Miss Audrey, what kind of help was it?"

Most importantly, what about the compensation?

After silently adding the second half of the sentence in his mind, Fors Wall looked at the wealthy man in front of him with expectant eyes.

Although I recently received a batch of royalties, no one would complain about having too much money.

Upon hearing this, the noblewoman's emerald eyes turned to Hugh, and she spoke softly yet hesitantly:

"It's about Hugh's father. I'm sorry, as an outsider, I shouldn't have investigated this matter privately. I must apologize to you."

"However, for some reason, I have learned some things about the Royal Family of Rune. The Royal Family has done many excessive things, and many people in Backlund are very dissatisfied with them. Therefore, I would like to ask you to investigate the truth and help me to remove the Royal Family of Rune from power."

"Of course, I will do my best to help!"

ha!?

Overthrow the Royal Family of Ruen and remove the Augustus family, who possess angels and demigods, from power!

This is something we can hear!?

I hope I won't be silenced!

Such shocking words caused Hugh and Fors to breathe rapidly, and even their hands began to tremble almost imperceptibly.

At this moment, Fors was even more confused, because she felt that she had heard similar words somewhere before, just recently, just in the last few weeks.

Where exactly did I hear that name before?

Quickly suppressing the surging emotions within her, Fors, relying on her "astrologer's" spiritual intuition, first looked at the blonde girl sitting opposite her.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, a somewhat familiar voice—an audience member.

No way!?

Thoughts raced through her mind, and Fors Wall was momentarily stunned, then saw Miss Audrey nod apologetically in front of her.

"I'm so stupid, really, such obvious features, and I didn't make any connection at all."

Fors Wall's expression became incredibly complex in an instant, a mixture of self-doubt about his intelligence, vigilance against the treacherous nature of the world, and a deep-seated fear of those with extraordinary abilities who acted as "audience members."

"Oh, Miss Audrey, is it really alright for us to tell you this?"

In the silence, Hugh suddenly raised his hand and responded with a shocked expression and in a very low voice.

"Usually, if you don't agree to something like this, you'll definitely be silenced, right?"

The bounty hunter clenched his fist, thinking that a kind, wealthy, and well-mannered Audrey wouldn't do such a thing.

Having taken in both of their reactions, the noblewoman smiled and said:

"It's alright, Hugh, the royal family won't care about these issues."

"I don't care. Is this the power of having two gods behind you? The Tarot Society must be the most powerful secret organization in the world by now. As for why they're targeting the Ruen royal family, it's probably the same as I suspected before—a battle between gods."

"Thus, Hugh seems to have become a breakthrough. She often says that her father was framed, and now it seems that this is indeed the case. This is a good opportunity for her to fulfill her wish!"

With two deities standing behind me, the advantage is mine!

Fors initially thought this was utterly absurd, like the involuntary babbling of a madman in his sleep.

But when she thought of the two deities in the Tarot Club, plus the legendary Emperor Roselle, her perspective instantly broadened considerably.

"Hugh, say yes! This is a great opportunity!"

Knowing the inside story, Fors immediately nudged Hugh Deercha and whispered something in her ear.

Hearing this, Xiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt that his friend was a stranger, as if he was hiding something from him.

"You were telling me to calm down before, but now you're not?"

After a moment of contemplation, Hugh, with his rough blond hair, straightened up and leaned on Fors's shoulder, whispering:

"Fors, I need to think about this. Don't you think it's dangerous and suspicious? The power struggles in Backlund's high society are not something you and I can get involved in!"

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Fors was stunned, never expecting that his friend, whose muscles were more important than his brains, had actually learned to think.

This is absolutely incredible!

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but Audrey, who was smiling and watching the interaction between the two, spoke first:

"Hugh, you're right. This is a question that needs to be carefully considered."

"I'm sorry to use this to achieve my own goals, but please believe me, given that it involves the royal family and the military, I'm also very willing to help you."

"I understand, Miss Audrey. I will reply to you as soon as possible tomorrow."

Hugh nodded and cautiously helped Fors off the carriage.

As the two left, the carriage returned to silence. After a dozen seconds, a cold breeze suddenly swept by, and another figure appeared in the carriage.

Are they trustworthy?

"Sister Sharon, they are my friends, and I trust them completely!"

Upon seeing this, Audrey immediately stepped forward and warmly took Miss Wraith's arm, while Sharon unconsciously moved her arm, finally restraining her instincts and letting the girl shake her arm.

At this moment, the noblewoman tilted her head and asked in confusion:

"Sharon, aren't you going back?"

Go back? What for?

Upon hearing this, Sharon's lips curled into a cold smile. A warm, wealthy, and articulate noblewoman versus a foul-mouthed nobody who can only be waited on and can't cook—anyone would know which to choose.

"Don't go back. Let Him calm down on his own."

Sharon really had nothing to say about Ron, since she had long known that this bastard would never do anything human.

"A scumbag is a scumbag!"

(End of this chapter)