Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 69 Ron the Rich Lady Assassin

The crimson moonlight spilled down, spreading like a light veil over the streets illuminated by gas streetlights.

The coffee shop, neither low-end nor high-end, has ceased operations in this environment. The wall lights are off, making the entire building appear even more somber.

At that moment, Ron was standing at the entrance of the coffee shop, pitifully pushing up his monocle, looking like a homeless child.

The night wind blew dust and debris all over the street, making a rustling sound, which made the person seem even weaker, more pitiful, and more helpless.

Fortunately, a four-wheeled carriage arrived shortly afterward. The carriage slowed down as soon as it entered the area, as if it were searching for something.

The sound of hooves faded, and the carriage came to a stop in front of the blond boy.

The carriage door clicked open, and Hazel's head, with its dark green hair, popped out. She waved to Ron, signaling him to hurry up and get on.

"Mr. Ron, it's been a long time! How have you been?"

As he entered the carriage, a young lady with exquisite makeup and expensive jewelry greeted the blond-haired boy in front of her familiarly.

"not bad!"

Ron recalled his decadent life of eating and playing cards all day long, and answered honestly.

"Hmph, I thought Mr. Ron had forgotten about me because you hadn't written to me for so long."

The girl gave a soft snort, complaining that someone didn't care about her as a friend at all.

Without giving Ron a chance to reply, Hazel first used the kerosene lamp that illuminated the entire carriage to carefully examine the blond boy's attire.

After a while, she nodded with a hint of disappointment.

"Mr. Ron, although your attire is exactly the same as when we last met, this outfit is practically brand new. You didn't buy a whole closet full of the same clothes and wear them every day, did you?"

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong with this outfit?"

Hearing the girl's words, Ron asked her inquiring question.

"No, it's just that we're going to a ball at a nobleman's house, and I'm worried that your attire isn't appropriate, Mr. Ron."

The girl replied with a hint of regret.

She had even planned to use the excuse that her clothes weren't presentable enough to drag Ron to a store and help him put together different outfits.

But this small wish could only be in vain, because the blond boy's clothes looked brand new, as if time had not left any trace on him.

"Hazel, I have a feeling you're thinking something rude."

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and looked at the girl with dark brown eyes with a strange expression.

"No, absolutely not, Mr. Ron, you're overthinking it!!!"

Hazel quickly shook her head in denial.

The streets of Backlund at night are illuminated by highly urbanized gas streetlights, and private four-wheeled carriages travel swiftly. Before long, they arrive at the Queens district, which is home to many nobles and wealthy people.

Once the carriage stopped, Ron and Hazel, led by a servant, crossed the lawn and gardens and arrived at Viscount Grynt's mansion.

Looking at the impressive villa's decor, and then thinking about that poor guy who claimed to be middle class, Ron unconsciously curled his lip.

He felt incredibly stifled that he, a great being, was living in that dilapidated house.

"When we get back, I'll urge that guy to make money so he can live in a big house!"

The blond boy muttered something under his breath.

"Mr. Ron, the ball has just begun. Would you like me to show you around?"

"The party hasn't started yet, we'll have to wait a little while."

Hazel's voice came from beside me; she spoke very softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

"no problem!"

"I mean, I can sample the desserts here and see how good the chef is."

Ron's golden eyes swept around, over the roast chickens, over the Backlund roast goose, over the creamy cheese-baked Oravian lobster...

His gaze was incredibly sharp, like that of a bird hunting, fixed on the exquisite, gorgeous pastries that exuded a sweet and cloying aroma.

Seeing Ron's reaction, Hazel was greatly shocked, feeling that she had discovered another hidden attribute of Mr. Blonde.

She chuckled to herself and led Ron to a corner of the ballroom banquet.

The rows of desserts in front of him reminded Ron of Klein, who would only buy him a few pieces of cake each time.

What kind of impoverished life did I live before?!

Such a thought unconsciously flashed through Xie Zhushi's mind.

Without further hesitation, he raised his little hand and picked up the crispy cake with the aroma of strawberries and chocolate.

The blond boy took a small bite and found that the dessert had distinct layers of texture, a sweet and smooth taste, a rich milky aroma, and the fruity fragrance of strawberries perfectly balanced the sweetness. It was incomparable to the desserts bought from street-side shops.

The cake received Ron's highest praise, but this was followed by the blond boy's confusion.

Where can I buy such delicious desserts?

Ron didn't expect that poor guy to buy it for him; he had his own savings and could easily do it himself.

"Hayor, who is this?"

Just as Ron was deep in thought, he heard a questioning voice in his ear.

The voice sounded quite old, lacking the youthful energy of a young girl.

"Mrs. Olivia, it's a pleasure to meet you here."

"This is my friend, invited by Viscount Grelint to attend this ball."

Hazel was startled by the sudden questioning voice. After recognizing who it was, she greeted them and briefly introduced Ron.

Lady Olivia is a Rune noblewoman with blue eyes. She has a good figure and delicate skin, making her look like a girl in her twenties, but the faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes betray her true appearance.

"Hello little one, what's your name?"

Facing this little guy with golden hair and golden eyes, who was eating dessert, Olivia felt her heart melt, and her whole body was enveloped in a radiant glow called motherhood.

"Ron Sothos."

The blond boy looked up at the wealthy woman who came to greet him and gave her a cold reply.

Looks like he's quite the stubborn little guy...

Olivia's blue eyes flickered slightly, a strange thought flashing through her mind.

She stood up, looked at Hazel, and had a warm smile on her face.

"Miss Hazel, would you like to come in and sit for a while?"

"We're talking about skincare products."

With blue eyes, Olivia, who was in her forties, gestured to the ladies of similar age and extended an invitation to Hazel.

The girl hesitated for a moment. She looked at Mr. Ron, who was eating dessert, and then at the lady who had a good relationship with her mother. She was caught in a dilemma.

"It's alright, Hazel, we can take more desserts with us, and the ladies will surely love the little one."

Seeing Hazel's hesitation, the noblewoman in her forties smiled and offered her solution.

"Hmm...no problem, Ms. Olivia."

After a moment's thought, Hazel accepted the lady's invitation, as the lady's skincare routine was also a topic of great interest to her.

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