Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 565 I refuse!

"This pace is still too slow. Backlund alone has a population of several million in the eastern district. How long would it take to start missionary work? Not to mention the entire Loen region."

Ron was struck by the sight of the massive crowds lining the streets outside the church. He sighed and offered his opinion as a leader.

The saying "If the leader says one word, the subordinates will run themselves ragged" is not an exaggeration.

Although Ron could feel the anchors being added every moment and hear the praises that had been lingering for days, he still felt it was very slow.

"Perhaps I should capture Amon and make him work for me, turning him into a ruthless bread-distributing machine..."

"No, no, no, if that's the case, I'm afraid everyone who receives the bread will come to like the monocle after a few days..."

It's certainly not easy to be as talked about as Roselle.

After all, Ron had only been awake for a year and a half, and he had been very low-key most of the time, not as narcissistic or flamboyant as Rosell.

At this moment, Arya, with her white legs, standing behind Ron in the courtyard behind the Radiant Cathedral, suddenly asked:

"Master, why don't you eliminate the other gods and take away their faith?"

Good question, don't ask it again...

Ron rolled his eyes and said with dissatisfaction:

"How many times have I told you? You need to address people by their job titles at work. Also, don't call me 'master' in front of so many people. People who don't know any better will think I've done something to you..."

"Uh, yes, Archbishop."

The fact that she was her own benefactor made the witch somewhat unaccustomed to it.

In all her years of life, this was the first time she had encountered something so abstract.

After surveying the cathedral, which had been greatly expanded, the blond-haired boy spoke words of rebuke, but the corners of his mouth turned up higher and higher.

Although this useless witch is good for nothing, she is definitely the most devout one.

"They even knew to build me a cathedral now that they have money!"

"He's much better than that ungrateful Amon. I rescued his father, and he wouldn't even call me 'Dad'!"

No wonder he's a born evil thief.

After pacing around the church inside and out, and muttering a few petty thoughts to himself, Ron finally returned to the empty room he had specially reserved, feeling satisfied.

This is a study. The emblem of the god of time and space hangs directly above the desk and chair. Sunlight streams in through the glass, illuminating most of the room.

This warm and sacred scene made the room beneath the emblem even more solemn.

Of course, Triss Chick would be even more convincing if you ignored the fact that she was tied up in a room, her clothes torn and her body covered in wounds.

Upon learning that the higher-ups of the Church of the God of Time and Space wanted to see her, she couldn't wait to sneak in undetected.

If it were a normal, straightforward approach, Ron wouldn't mind at all.

However, Ron immediately felt challenged when he discovered that he had infiltrated right under the noses of the gods.

They didn't take me seriously at all!

Therefore, he immediately notified the clergy in the church to execute this ungrateful witch on the spot.

Triss gritted her teeth, her gaze fixed on the "God of Time and Space" envoy before her. The president of World Peace Corporation sneered:

"Ha, so this is how the Church of the True God treats its guests?"

The blond boy didn't respond. Instead, he slightly raised his chin and whispered to Arya beside him:

"Since the guest doesn't like it, let's release her."

Arya was stunned by what she heard. Her light blue eyes stared at Ron for a good ten seconds, as if she had seen a ghost.

So He can speak human language... Wait, how come He suddenly started speaking human language?!

"Aren't you going yet?"

"Yes, Lord, Archbishop!"

The blond boy urged her on, and only then did Aria step forward to untie Triss's restraints.

Triss felt a sudden release, but before she could utter any harsh words, she felt as if someone had kicked her in the groin.

A sharp pain surged from her hip bone; at the fifth rank, she had no time to react to the incredibly fast attack.

Click!

The wooden door to the room shattered with a crash, breaking into pieces of equal size.

Triss Chick covered her head and looked up, about to question him, when she saw the blond boy looking at her with surprise and confusion.

"How could there be a witch here? Arya, put her on the stake and burn her!"

"Let this cultist experience firsthand the hospitality of the True God Church!"

That's just right!

She said, "How could Ron, who's always been so petty, be so generous?!"

Wearing a white robe, Arya Rand, whose brows were furrowed and whose features were exquisite, finally regained her composure and looked at the witch junior who was struggling to get up with a playful gaze.

Trying to gain an advantage in negotiations by taking advantage of a pretext or using underhanded tactics won't work in the eyes of the gods.

You brat!!!

Triss gritted her teeth, her face contorted as she got up from the ground. She suppressed the anger welling up inside her, but her tone remained calm as she spoke:

"No, Your Excellency, I am here to negotiate as arranged, and I have no ill intentions."

"The reason I infiltrated is because I'm wanted by MI9 and I'm worried about being recognized and causing you trouble!"

She would never admit that she did this on purpose to test the influence of the Church of the God of Time and Space in Backlund.

"Now it seems that our strength is indeed sufficient, even comparable to any church, but we also face many troubles..."

She glanced at Ron discreetly; judging from the area of ​​pain in her waist, it was clear that the boy in front of her had just kicked her.

"Negotiations? Is that so?"

Ron pretended not to know and looked at Arya in a pretentious manner.

"Yes, Archbishop, it's to discuss how to deal with the Royal Family of Rune." The Witch nodded.

"Yeah?"

The blond boy's gaze swept over Triss. He pondered for a moment, then, before the witch could say anything, said in a detached tone:

"I do remember such a thing. The Church of the God of Time and Space doesn't need someone like you, nor does it need your meddling. So, I refuse."

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Triss Chick opened her mouth, not expecting this unexpected rejection to come so quickly.

"Since you refused, why did you call me here under the guise of discussion?!"

In a daze, Triss felt that the boy in front of her was doing this on purpose.

It took her several seconds to catch her breath before she came to her senses and defended herself:

"Sir, I am not trying to boss you around; I simply want to..."

"Beg me!"

Before Triss could finish speaking, she was abruptly interrupted by Ron's amused voice.

Please!

The witch's body stiffened abruptly. She hadn't expected that a high priest of the Church of God would be so frivolous and shameless.

Such a heinous act—is it even possible for a human being to do something so horrific?!

Unconsciously, a surge of anger ignited in his heart and rushed into his mind.

Being insulted and toyed with like this is something that even Triss, who is a cult member, would find unbearable, let alone even the nice Mr. Klein.

Seeing the playful smile on the blond boy's face, Triss clenched her fist, her sharp nails digging into her palm, feeling no pain even as blood oozed out.

She bit her lip hard until blood flowed, and only then did she come to her senses when she felt the pain.

Forcibly suppressing her anger, Triss looked at Ron with bloodshot eyes and said, word by word:

"Sir, I don't represent just myself. You should be able to see who's behind me!"

The divine vessel was one of the few bargaining chips she could offer, and using someone else's name as leverage was a negotiation tactic Triss had carefully considered.

No matter how powerful a church of a true god may be, it will probably have to take a serious look when faced with the "favored ones" of another god.

Seeing this, Ron immediately wore a strange expression. He glanced at Arya, who was lost in thought, and pointed at Triss, saying:

"What should I do? I'm so scared!"

After saying this casually, he raised his chin and said indifferently:

"A filthy container is worthless."

"Let me reiterate, I refuse. To be frank, I specifically called you here today to personally refuse you."

"Because what I enjoy most is saying no to arrogant people!"

Damn it!!!

That smug look almost made Triss Chick spit out a mouthful of blood.

"you!"

"Ha, get lost. Nobody will help a guy with blood on his hands."

There was no point in saying more when there was no common ground. Ron flicked his finger slightly, and the next second, Triss, who was standing in front of him, suddenly disappeared, having been dumped in a dirty, smelly alley in the East District.

His gaze swept over and found Triss Chick standing motionless with her fists clenched.

"Ha, she's really patient. I thought she would summon the Primal Witch right in front of me and fight me to the death."

The blond boy stroked his chin, wondering if his sarcastic skills had declined.

After all, with that kind of firepower, the "Lord of Mysteries" and the "Primordial Creator" would have been at red-hot levels long ago.

Turning his gaze away from the distant eastern district, Ron Sothos turned his head and gave the order:

"Aria, have people keep an eye on her. Whatever she does, oppose her."

Hillston District.

Inside an ordinary rented room.

Seeing her friend staring blankly into space, Fors once again earnestly advised her:

"Hugh, why did you refuse Miss Audrey's invitation? This is a golden opportunity! You should know just how powerful the Hall family is!"

Ruffling his rough blond hair, the bounty hunter sighed:

"That's precisely why, Fors, we're just two nobodys. A little friction in high society can make us disappear without a trace, understand? Disappear without a trace!"

A nobody?

"You mean me, backed by the Abrahamic family, able to speak with two true gods weekly, and connected with various powerful forces?"

"There's no harm in comparison; Emperor Roselle wasn't lying. At the Tarot gathering, I'm just a Sequence Seven, but outside, my connections are incredibly strong!"

Fors mentally tried to be modest and ultimately decided not to reveal these secrets to her friend, forcibly suppressing a strange sense of frustration in her heart.

This wasn't the first time she'd felt this way; whenever she tried to persuade Hugh, she always found herself in this stalemate.

Although Fors knew exactly what had happened, she couldn't bring herself to explain, and the bounty hunter was a stubborn mule who wouldn't listen no matter how much Fors pleaded.

"I'm so tired."

"stop"

The writer took a sip of water, preparing to try to persuade him again, but this time the stubborn bounty hunter suddenly waved his hand and spoke first:

"Fors, I need to think this through carefully, and don't you need to write anything? Why do you have so much time?"

You bastard Hugh, I was just worried about you!!!

The writer abruptly shut her mouth, and finally sighed, saying:

"Okay, you're in charge. I'm going to finish my manuscript now. Don't do anything stupid. Oh, wait, you seem pretty smart today. You shouldn't be as silly as before."

"Regardless, this is her own business. How much more can I persuade her?"

After straightening her clothes, Fors once again resumed her usual lazy demeanor and returned to her study, where she often wrote.

The living room suddenly fell silent, leaving only Hugh Deercha, who breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Fors is acting very strangely. She's usually so timid and cowardly. Why would she willingly get involved in the power struggles between the nobility and royalty? Isn't that just suicide?"

"Are all members of the Abraham family this stubborn? Also, the timing of MI9 and Miss Audrey's arrival is too suspicious. Could they have planned this? No, if they had planned it, there would be no need for them to contact me twice."

"The connection between these two events seems more like a coincidence. This means there are two factions harboring ulterior motives towards the royal family. As Emperor Roselle said, 'Look beyond appearances to see the essence.' Does this mean the Loen royal family has encountered something that has attracted the attention of some ambitious individuals?"

"No, I have to get to the bottom of this. If I don't figure out how I'm connected to big shots in Backlund, I might not even know how I died."

After reviewing all the current intelligence, Hugh Dill glanced at the tightly closed study door, breathed a sigh of relief, and tiptoed to tidy his clothes, grab his weapons, and prepare to leave.

She was going to Williams Street to try and find out some information that might be useful to her.

He stood up nimbly, turned around, and the bounty hunter took a step back, letting out a gasp:

"Ah!!! Fors, are you trying to kill me?! When did you get out here? You scared me to death!"

Upon hearing this, the writer ignored her completely, glancing disdainfully at Hugh Deercha and saying:

"You don't think I don't know what you're thinking, do you? Don't forget, I'm an astrologer now. I can predict whatever you're up to!"

"How could I forget that she can tell fortunes and walk through walls?"

The bounty hunter sighed in frustration, then said bluntly:

"Fors, this is my business."

The writer, Ms. Salted Fish, chuckled upon hearing this and said:

"Isn't your business my business? Hugh, I told you a long time ago that I would help you with your problems. Do you want me to be a writer who doesn't keep his word?"

Feeling this heartfelt care, Hugh Deercha pursed his lips and whispered something.

"If only you had that kind of integrity when you wrote your articles!"

Huh!?

(End of this chapter)