Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 568 Do I, Amon, look like a person of integrity?

Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Queens.

"Did His Majesty really say that?"

"Yes, Earl, the King says that you are his most trusted minister and councilor, and now he needs the Hall family's help."

"Okay, I understand."

Earl Hall, with a slightly bulging belly and two small mustaches, nodded with a surprised expression.

He truly hadn't expected that the king, who was determined to "strive for good governance" as soon as he ascended the throne, would actually think of him.

This joke isn't funny.

After the head of the palace guards left, Audrey, who was acting as the assistant secretary to the Count, put down the documents in her hand, frowned, and said:

"Father, the king doesn't really trust us. He just wants to completely tie the Church of the Night to him in order to gain some support."

"If I'm not mistaken, our king also invited Duke Negan, who represents the Church of Storms among the nobles."

"As far as I know, the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery consists of important professors, experts, and principals in the kingdom, but they are not particularly prominent in terms of political status."

"If that weren't the case, scholars representing the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery would probably have received invitations as well."

Well, based on my understanding of that king, and also from a psychological perspective, I would most likely arrive at a similar conclusion...

In particular, what can a family that doesn't even have a Sequence 5 help the King when Ron is openly attacking the royal family?

Aside from empty talk and leveraging the appeal of their political status, it seems there's nothing else left.

Upon hearing this, Earl Hall stood up, and the old father looked at his youngest daughter once again.

"Hahaha, Audrey, my daughter, you've really grown up. You can even see that."

"However, perhaps we can think about it more deeply."

"By winning us over, the king can indeed get the help he wants, such as stabilizing the current situation and taking control of Rune's economic lifeline."

"However, there are some who can do better than us. They hold military power and control the military's secret departments, and these people often have one thing in common..."

The count paused, giving him a "testing you" look.

Huh? I hadn't thought of that...

Audrey immediately lowered her head in thought, and thanks to the audience's extraordinary abilities, her jewel-like green eyes quickly lit up.

"Dad, you mean those members of the royal family!"

"They didn't offer any help to our king!?"

"A disagreement has arisen within the royal family!?"

The girl's tone suddenly became excited, but then turned into one of headache.

Although Ron declared that she would become queen, the course of events is always bound by logic.

As things unfold, it means that Audrey is now very busy, meeting new people every day and offering her opinions on political matters.

Thanks to the Earl's strong recommendation, she has already built up some connections of her own in such a short time.

"Sigh... Even though I've tried my best, I still get a bit flustered when it comes to these important matters concerning the kingdom."

"If I don't have prestige in this circle, even if I became king, no one would recognize me..."

Politics, it's so boring and complicated.

Essentially, this is no different from competing for leadership of a curly-haired baboon troop.

The best curly-haired baboons will always stand out. Although the upper class in Backlund has complicated all of this, the essence remains unchanged.

Seeing his daughter's expression, the count immediately understood and chuckled:

"Audrey, leave professional matters to professionals. You can spend money to assemble a team to provide you with advice."

"As a leader, you only need to offer your opinion when making decisions, have enough say, and build trust within your circle to gain prestige."

"You did very well in this regard. Although there are some shortcomings, they are due to a lack of experience."

The cunning count comforted his daughter, offering his valuable fatherly advice, and then sighed:

"I really don't know what methods that kid used to make most of the royal family act like they didn't see anything."

"The core of a powerful kingdom will operate with astonishing unity and coordination."

"Even if a significant portion of the kingdom's economy were controlled, things wouldn't have turned out this way..."

Earl Hall was completely baffled.

"Hmm, I know that. It's entirely due to Mr. Ron's boundless wisdom..."

"Hmm, perhaps there's still endless power?"

"It's like a pride of lions eyeing a group of people. At first, no one will make a move. The smartest way to ensure your survival is to use others as bait, feeding the lions so you can escape."

Thoughts raced through her mind, and the noblewoman quickly came to her senses.

She looked at her father, pursed her lips, and finally said firmly:

"Father, you need to go to the King this afternoon, so I'll go to Councilor Gray's place on your behalf!"

The downfall of the Loen royal family was foreseeable, and Audrey had to ensure that, in this situation, she had a group of people who could support her.

"The closer I get to this place, the more I understand how difficult it is to make the world free of suffering and to bring evil to justice, but I will not give up on my expectations for myself..."

"I am justice!"

........................

"The iron fist of justice will surely fall on your head... Oops, no, no, I'm going to join the cult, not to uphold justice..."

Within the realm of the gods, Klein frowned in deep thought, crafting his own lines.

"That bastard Ron, he clearly just wanted to be a hands-off manager, yet he said it was for my own good and to help me complete the ritual, which is why he handed this job over to me."

Using the Primordial Witch's divine vessel, kill a Sequence Two angel.

Klein was stunned when he heard this.

I can handle Tang Sanzang and his disciples!

I'm just a lowly Sequence Five!

In the end, after the handsome young man begged and pleaded with him, even kneeling before "Mr. Fool," Klein managed to hold back his tears of emotion and accepted the mission.

Ron was very pleased with himself.

The quality of cattle and horses depends on the foolish person; a good cattle or horse can often perform multiple roles.

Klein was one of them.

"Forget it, there's no use thinking about that. The problem now is how to make the Fool come into contact with Trischik without any abnormality, so as to guide her to seek revenge."

It's absolutely impossible for him to make contact with her in his own body. After so much time, at least a third of Klein's experience has been spent dealing with witches.

What if, just what if the Primordial Witch takes a liking to Mr. Fool through the vessel of divine descent?

"The members of the Tarot Club are even worse. He's a very dangerous guy. I'd feel terribly guilty if he dragged others into this."

"Where can I find someone who's interested in this, has a good relationship with me, is very capable, and is willing to 'scam' me to my heart's content?"

A similar thought flashed through his mind, and sure enough, at that moment, a candidate actually popped into Klein's head.

And this person is in Backlund!

Thinking of this, Mr. Fool felt much better. He immediately pulled up his trousers, ordered the butler to prepare the carriage, and headed straight for a house...

Monocle sales store.

Klein randomly picked a few of the cheapest ones, and then headed straight to the East District.

They stopped in front of a rather large, three-story building that looked like some kind of office building.

Backlund Workers' Union Association.

At the last dinner party, Macht revealed to him that Amon frequented this place.

As two brothers who are not close friends, we must give Amon a chance for this good thing.

"Heh, I remember He's still single. I'll have to put in a good word with His father, as an elder, and urge Him to get married. I think the Primordial Witch would be a good fit..."

Shaking his head, Klein carried several gift boxes and stepped alone into the building, which had only been built a few months ago.

Before Klein could take more than a few steps, a commotion broke out to his side.

A chaotic scene unfolded ahead, with a brown-haired man leading a dozen or so others surrounding a man who looked to be in his thirties and had an ordinary appearance, resembling an office worker.

"Nick, you traitor! Why did you join Ron's Flesh Factory?!"

"You Ron's lackey, you're not welcome here!"

"Get out! Get out!"

Klein's lips twitched, and he staggered. For some reason, he felt as if those words were directed at him.

"Everyone, please don't get agitated. Things aren't as you imagine!"

The man in his thirties argued loudly while holding up the documents in his hand.

"I'm recruiting on behalf of the steel mill under the World Peace Corporation."

"Hiring?! Nick, look behind you, these are your own people, how can you bear to let them feed these insatiable evil capitalists with their own flesh and blood?!"

"We've seen through all your tricks before; don't try to fool us."

The brown-haired man at the head of the group retorted sharply, which immediately drew a large crowd of supporters.

"Haven't you seen through Ron's evil nature yet?"

"Get out of here, you company dog! Don't try to fool us!"

"That sounds nice, but once we start, our salaries will definitely be cut, and we'll have endless overtime!"

"Get out! Get out!"

Upon seeing this, Klein's expression became even more surprised. He didn't say anything, but instead looked at the employee in his thirties named Nick.

A wicked smile suddenly appeared on his mature-looking face, and he shouted loudly:

"That's right, I'm here to exploit you, to make you my slaves, to fill the void in Ron's evil plans!"

"You have to work a full eight hours a day, and you are only provided with three meals and snacks."

"We only get milk in the morning, and the lunch break is only one hour!"

Nick's face was contorted with rage, and the dozen or so people surrounding him seemed to be oppressed by his evil aura, taking a step back in unison.

"Hehehe, scared now, huh?! It's not over yet!!!"

The company employee yelled, then continued to threaten:

"The company only gives out bonuses three times a year, and there are only two months of annual leave. Salaries only increase once every four months. Overtime pay is only tripled. After get off work, we are forced to exercise for one hour, and there is only one day of psychological counseling per week."

"Come, become the servant of the evil Ron!!!"

A roar that seemed to reach the heavens and the earth echoed throughout the hall. Upon hearing these words, the brown-haired man at the head of the group staggered back several steps, finally collapsing to the ground as if all his strength had been drained.

Dude, are you serious?!

As he expected, as soon as Nick finished speaking, one of the union employees behind him immediately shouted:

"Are you telling the truth!?"

"Heh, it must be true, but the premise is that you have to work hard and not get fired by the company."

Nick adjusted his glasses and gave a very affirmative answer.

For a few seconds, the entire stadium was silent, followed by a cheer and excited shouts.

"How do I sign up? Count me in!"

You stepped on my foot!

"Don't stop me! Let whoever wants this lousy job do it; I'm going to the company!"

Seeing that the situation was out of control, the brown-haired man, who had been intimidated by Nick's aura, quickly got up and went to stop the association staff who had gone mad.

"You can't do this! You signed a contract with the association, and I've already paid you. This violates professional ethics and damages your credibility!"

However, at this critical moment, everyone tacitly ignored this guy.

"That's more like it. I was wondering how those factory workers and dockworkers had so much time on a weekday, why were so many of them gathered at the workers' association."

"Normal workers all have families to support; how could they all gather here? A large portion of the 'relationship association' is just a shill."

"Hiss, Amon's been smearing kids for ages, so now that Ron's back to take charge, is this revenge?"

Klein strongly suspected that Nick, who came to recruit workers, was sent by the World Peace Corporation specifically to cause trouble.

For a business consortium of this size, anything that can be solved with money is not a problem.

"I can pretty much imagine what these people will go through. Their treatment will indeed be exactly as advertised, but they'll definitely be assigned to high-level work groups, and the technical staff there will certainly be people who have completed several years of university."

"In this kind of environment, those who can't keep up will inevitably be demoted, or even transferred to departments that do purely manual labor. Their compensation will naturally decrease again and again. Hmm, how despicable."

Sometimes Klein had to admit that Ron had a group of talented people working under him.

As for whether such treatment is fair to these people who were used as pawns, well, there's no such thing as fairness in this world. Lord Ron is already merciful enough for not pursuing the sin of blasphemy and even providing them with jobs.

"If you're truly talented, you might get your position and benefits retained!"

Having witnessed the entire farce, Klein carried the gift box upstairs to the second floor.

After wandering around and asking for directions, he finally found Time Angel's studio.

Knock, knock, knock.

Klein knocked politely on the door and then went inside.

"Ha, so you're here to laugh at me too?"

"Three days! In just three days, that guy didn't even make a move, and I was already utterly defeated!"

Amon slumped on the sofa, not even glancing at Klein, looking like a caterpillar that had been knocked down and was now completely limp.

Seeing this, Klein suppressed a laugh, placed the gift box on the coffee table, and after a few seconds of thought, said:

"In my opinion, you haven't failed; aren't you quite successful?"

"You've fought for the rights of those who are struggling, and you've won everyone's respect. Isn't that a good thing in the end?"

"Everyone has found good jobs, received their due pay, and enjoys happy and fulfilling families, no longer worrying about where their next meal will come from."

"You've united them, allowing a virtuous cycle in the market to drive out a virtuous one, making those factory owners afraid to breach contracts. Haven't you already achieved great success?"

"You've already beaten Ron by far!"

what?

Is this the kind of win I want?

My goal is to win over the workers, ruin that bastard's reputation, bankrupt all his businesses, and watch him beg for mercy in agony. Only then will I consider it a victory!

Just then, Amon suddenly saw Klein, who looked like Dawn Dantes, wink at him and exclaim:

"At least in the eyes of the workers, your reputation has far surpassed Ron's."

When it comes to shamelessness, you fortune tellers are the real masters.

Shi Tianshi adjusted his monocle and clapped his hands, saying:

"Impressive, impressive, Klein, how come I never realized you were so shameless? You can even turn black into white."

"To be honest, I didn't think too much about it. Although I remembered what my father said, I had no intention of carrying it out. That would be too boring. I just wanted to make use of those weak insects."

"I never thought about those people's future. I just wanted to make a big scene and embarrass the bastards."

"However, your idea is excellent, I'll take it. Anyway, no one knows what I'm really thinking."

That's it! This is the real Amon. He doesn't know anything about worker treatment!

Klein's lips twitched, but he pretended not to hear and continued:

"I think your union still has some value. There are many good people in this world, and there are also many bad people. Some people are forced into it, while others are genuine, like those petty thieves."

At this point, he glanced at Amon and continued:

"You can completely turn your union into a talent pool organization and design a credit system for all job seekers and factories. This will fill the last gap and greatly reduce the occurrence of contract breaches."

Amon: "Get lost!"

(End of this chapter)