Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 574 A Professional at Being Accused of Rebellion

"Accusing me?"

George Augustus III seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.

A cold smile crept across his lips as he looked down at Audrey, seemingly recognizing this noblewoman with no notable achievements.

"What right do you have to accuse a king? What right do you have to put me on trial?!"

This is absolutely ridiculous!

"Your Majesty, my rights are granted to me by the laws of Rune."

Audrey argued forcefully, showing no sign of backing down before the dukes, earls, and ministers of the kingdom, and continued:

"It is not that I have the right to put the king on the judgment seat, but that the gods have given this right to everyone."

"Excellent, excellent, excellent deity!"

Upon hearing this veiled implication, George Augustus III was furious.

He desperately wanted to find some reason right now to frame the countess in front of him, strip her of her title, and kill her to silence her.

"I want to see now whether your God cares about you or not!"

The angel's hand trembled slightly, and the rules of the entire palace seemed to have changed.

But at that moment, He suddenly noticed two gazes coming from the highest point and the farthest distance.

A distant and ethereal figure, seemingly not of reality.

The other gaze was almost tangible, as if the owner of that gaze would appear before Him in the next second.

Two people!?

Isn't this bullying honest people?!

George III's hand trembled slightly; he felt both delighted and troubled by this small test.

He was pleased to finally find out who was targeting Him and to know whether Audrey's true intentions were genuine or not.

But what troubles Him is that He has no way to resist and can only barely maintain the status quo by relying on the legitimacy of royal power.

"Damn it, those cowards! They clearly made me a scapegoat in this struggle! Damn it all, damn it all!!!"

George III forcibly suppressed his anger and said through gritted teeth in a cold voice:

"Very well, you've done well. However, even the church has no right to judge a king like this!"

"My ministers will not allow it, and my people will certainly not allow it!"

As soon as the king finished speaking, he slammed his hand on the table and left the parliament building without stopping.

He had already lost the political struggle between the monarchy and the nobility. The Abrahamic family suddenly appeared out of nowhere and completely disrupted His plans.

This resulted in Him being unable to gain the upper hand in the discourse, no matter what He did.

Countess Hall, on the other hand, was able to gain more influence by repeatedly challenging the monarchy, thus further undermining the king's power.

That's how politics works: only those with the biggest fists can win arguments, and only those who can win arguments can prove that their fists are big enough.

"He really left. I thought He would hold on a little longer, or that He wouldn't give in at all..."

"However, this is indeed the best way. It was truly thrilling; I never expected it to be so intense before I came."

Watching the king's departing figure, Audrey Hall secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she had some idea of ​​what was going on, she never expected that the king would initially set up a charge against her.

If they succeed, their family's fate is self-evident; even the Church of the Night cannot guarantee their safety.

"No wonder they chose me as Earl Hall; they just wanted me to drag the entire Hall family down with them. How despicable! They're letting him off easy!"

Thinking of this, the gentle, considerate, and very understanding countess clenched her fist, wishing she could turn around and knock out George III's two front teeth.

With the king's departure, the parliament was unusually quiet; not a single nobleman left his seat, nor did any of them utter a word of discussion.

Among them were those who supported the king and those who did not, but without exception, they all focused their attention on Audrey.

Upon seeing this, the perceptive young girl smiled faintly.

"I apologize for taking up your time."

"However, I believe that a qualified king is a good thing for both the royal family and the country."

As soon as she finished speaking, a round of applause suddenly broke out from the crowd.

Immediately, a middle-aged or elderly man's voice came from the left side of the brass table.

"Hahaha, Audrey, no, I should say Countess Hall, you're right, a good king is indeed a good thing."

"And our king has dealt with more rebellions than any other king of Ruen in history."

"Sometimes, I think we should look for the reasons within ourselves and see if we haven't tried hard enough. After all, what son would rebel against his father?"

Audrey's lips twitched slightly, realizing that her words were still less persuasive than this person's.

"Ha, if George III were still here, I wonder if he would be so angry he'd lose control."

She looked up at the sound and recognized the nobleman who was speaking to the king in a sarcastic and cryptic manner.

Christian O'Brien, besides Earl Hall, is the most powerful figure in the Kingdom's military within the Church of the Night.

His ancestors also obtained titles in the White Rose War, and he himself made great contributions in the Twenty Years' War. Although Rune was defeated in the end, he still played an indispensable role.

"As expected. Mr. Ron is truly remarkable; he actually managed to persuade the Church of the Night. How did he do it?"

"No matter what, this is a good thing!"

The countess nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with the gentleman who held considerable prestige in the military.

At this moment, Duke Negan, who was seated at the head of the bronze table on the right, tapped the table and questioned:

"Lieutenant General O'Brien, may I assume you are dissatisfied with the King and intend to rebel?!"

Upon hearing this, Audrey was speechless for a moment, unable to tell whether the current Duke Negan was subtly implying something about the King or trying to label Lieutenant General O'Brien.

"Hahaha, come on, little Anos. You should be thankful your father died suddenly enough, otherwise he might have 'rebelled' too!"

This topic is indeed worth pondering, because whether it is Edsac Augustus, or Govington Augustus who was caught by Ron a few days ago and forced to take the blame, or the former head of the royal guard who has been executed, they are all warning these nobles that the king's hands are dirty.

Even those who were loyal to George III, knowing the truth, had to consider whether to continue supporting the increasingly weakened king.

After all, this was a ruthless person who could even push his own son to take the blame for the slave trade.

In an instant, the parliamentary chamber became noisy again, with everyone arguing.

However, the argument revolved around the former chief of the royal guard. Some believed that the king was shirking responsibility and framing the nobles, while others believed that the king had done nothing wrong.

Political struggles are never easy, and fundamental conflicts of interest are not so easy to resolve.

However, Audrey was quite satisfied with this. In any case, this time she had won prestige and gained considerable influence.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!"

Inside the palace, King George III sat in his study, growing angrier the more he thought about it.

They couldn't win in a fight, they couldn't win an argument, and even their schemes and tricks were perfectly countered by the other side.

How can we play like this?

"How's the tax audit going? I'm going to bankrupt that World Peace Corporation! I'll make them get out of Rune!!!"

In the eyes of George Augustus III, today's problems are only minor; the biggest problem remains the colossal World Peace Corporation.

Although he was very unhappy about being secretly criticized, his own interests were not diminished in the slightest.

The king is still the king, and the ministers are still the ministers. On the bright side, at least this way you can tell who is a friend and who is an enemy.

At this moment, Viscount Stratford knocked and entered, reporting to his superior:

"Your Majesty, the parliament is in complete chaos."

"They argue, they argue! When do they ever not argue?!"

George III, in a fit of rage, grabbed the book, slammed it to the ground, and roared:

"Get them all out of the palace! Arguing like this in the royal palace—do they have any dignity as nobles?!"

on Tuesday.

Ron remained nestled on the soft sofa that could seal away gods, a cluster of blazing thorns burning between his brows, his right hand gripping a blood-stained banner, while his left hand held a small white tower made of books.

Ron has been very busy lately, constantly conducting experiments, and hasn't even had time to continue participating in the Tarot Club.

Of course, he would never admit that it was because Klein hadn't invited him that he was pretending to be uninterested.

"Tch, all you're doing is letting you perform some acrobatics on Source Castle, is it really necessary to be so stingy?"

The blond boy muttered something under his breath, then turned his gaze to the two unique items in his hands.

"Interesting. They are all manifestations of certain powers and rules, and extraordinary characteristics can be integrated regardless of the path taken, but uniqueness is incompatible; at most, they can only coexist."

With a wave of his hand, Ron abandoned his plan to continue using the City of Calamity to forcefully merge the two unique entities into one.

"If I'm not mistaken, even the unique characteristics of the same type that make up the past cannot be integrated into one. There seems to be some essence hidden here, and some laws contained within it."

"Take the twenty-two extraordinary paths, for example. Each one follows the same rules, with extraordinary characteristics progressing layer by layer. Does this suggest that even in the initial chaos, there was a stable and orderly aspect?"

"Since they don't merge, it means they repel each other. Could there be a new arrangement of uniqueness that leads to a surge in the repulsion reaction?"

Since there is a certain order that allows the source material and uniqueness to be contained and stabilized, there must also be a certain order that causes them to repel each other.

"This is a good idea. Let's write it down and study it later when we have more material."

The boy scribbled his new ideas in his notebook, stretched, and took a few big gulps of the alcohol next to him.

The spicy and stimulating sensation filled his mind, giving Ron a mental boost.

As the number of anchors increased, His will became increasingly noisy, but even the most beautiful praises, however chaotic, were far more pleasing to the ear than the barking of "Primordial" and "Mysterious".

"Aria, where has our factory expanded to? Do we have factories all over Rune?"

The secretary does everything, whether there's something to do or not.

Although Mr. Ron has recently become obsessed with scientific research, he will not neglect what he should not neglect.

As soon as the deity's questioning voice fell, a ripple spread across the full-length mirror in the living room.

Immediately afterwards, a pleasant female voice, like the chirping of birds, said:

"Master, it's only been half a month, how can it be so fast? Besides, our funds are being depleted exponentially, and we're facing huge financial problems every week."

Ron countered with a question:

"If you don't have money, why don't you just take out a loan from the bank?"

"If you don't have money, can't you just dump all your goods on other countries?"

Borrow money from a bank? Dump goods in other countries?

Aria was taken aback, clearly not expecting such a thing to happen.

After all, in her view, no bank would be willing to lend money to her own company, which was going against Rune.

'No wonder the master is the master; with that shamelessness, even ten of me couldn't match him.'

"Besides, dumping goods in other countries isn't so easy. Are we going to use Russell's method? Like saying the damn boss ran off with his mistress, so World Peace Corporation is having a clearance sale?"

The ageless witch clicked her tongue inwardly, then shook her head violently.

Her spiritual intuition warned her that if she did that, she would definitely die a terrible death.

Ron seemed to have seen through Arya's thoughts. His face twitched slightly, but he didn't take it too seriously. He then continued:

"There's one more thing."

"We must ensure the number of factories in Backlund is sufficient to provide enough jobs, but we must also avoid conflicts with other factory owners. Without comparison, no one will know how good we are."

"Also, have our weapons and equipment factory ship a batch of goods to the security department under the Arms Company, and have them go to the church to select one hundred trustworthy people to serve as the Southern Continent's defense force stationed in Rune."

"Let our newspapers proclaim this, that it is for the friendship between the two countries and for the shared aspirations for future development."

"Master, isn't this a bit too shameless?"

Arya couldn't hold back any longer and quickly asked a question.

"You don't know anything! This is called reciprocity. Rune stationed troops in the Southern Continent for the development of its civilization. Now that we're prosperous, how can we forget our friendly nations?"

As expected, they're shameless.

The ageless witch muttered to herself, feeling ashamed of the reason, but she also understood that Ron was doing this on purpose to exacerbate the conflict.

Only by escalating the conflict can the Loen royal family act rashly and recklessly, thus falling into the trap set by Loen.

"Alright, that's all."

The blond-haired boy waved his hand, ruthlessly driving away his men who were merely tools.

After the entire living room had quieted down, he straightened his cuffs and transformed into a blazing flame, flying towards the Church of Radiance.

Ron sensed that there seemed to be some commotion there.

"Since we're just killing time anyway, it might as well go and watch the show. Amon's father is going head-to-head with Eternal Sun in Intis, it's about time Leodoro found a reason to make his move."

(End of this chapter)