Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 70 Ron, Friend of Women

Thirty minutes later...

"Little Ron, are you leaving already?"

"Big sister, you have lots of desserts here too."

"Sweetie, play with us a little longer~"

Ron was clearly tempted by the repeated invitations from these noblewomen, but Hazel, who was beside him, resolutely pulled him out of the group of wolfish women.

"Excuse me, ladies, Mr. Ron and I have some urgent business to attend to, so please excuse us."

Hazel politely declined the ladies' invitations on behalf of the blond boy. Amidst the disappointed looks of the noblewomen, she pulled Ron away without looking back.

What are you talking about regarding skin care?!

The girl gritted her teeth, her face contorted in a grimace as she mentally criticized herself.

In the past half hour, the ladies' attention had been completely drawn to Ron. They talked about children or went to get ice cream to please him, without mentioning skin care at all.

This made her seem like an accessory, a mascot beside Ron, leaving Hazel sitting there awkwardly watching Ron eat dessert for half an hour.

However, as Emperor Roselle aptly put it, some rejoice while others grieve.

Unlike Hazel's melancholy, Ron had a rather good impression of the ladies.

Because they not only spoke very nicely, but also knew how to please him, and most importantly, the ladies served him desserts and ice cream.

These are all kind, good-hearted ladies who have great goodwill towards him!

"Hazel, why are we leaving? Those ladies were so friendly!"

Bah! Is that passion? That's just lusting after your body!

Upon hearing Ron's question, Hazel unconsciously muttered a complaint in her mind before forcing a stiff smile and saying:

"Mr. Ron, it's almost time. I think tonight's gathering of extraordinary individuals is more important than chatting with the ladies."

"Yes, Hazel, you're right. The gathering of extraordinary individuals is indeed more important!"

Upon hearing Hazel's words, the blond boy nodded seriously, as if he wasn't the one who had just stirred up the maternal instincts of the noblewomen.

After passing through the small groups of people chatting at the ball, Hazel led Ron to a living room on the second floor.

Several extraordinary individuals were already waiting in the room at this time.

They were the apprentice Fors Wall, the audience member Audrey Hall, and the organizer of this ball, Viscount Grelint, who was even more useless than Sequence Nine.

As soon as Ron entered the room, his gaze naturally fell on the most beautiful woman, Audrey Hall.

This made the blond boy feel disappointed again. Why would such a handsome human drink the audience's potion?

As for meeting his colleagues from the Tarot Club here, Ron wasn't too surprised. He even had the leisure to admire their beauty once again.

Because, aside from the influence of extraordinary abilities, being born with such a physique is enough to make this worthless pillar take notice.

"Blonde hair, golden eyes, and not very tall? Really?"

In contrast to Ron's composure, Miss Justice's mind was far from calm. The moment she analyzed the information, Audrey Hall snapped out of her spectator mode.

"Audrey, calm down. This is just a general outline. How could it be such a coincidence?"

"However, the social circles of Backlund's upper class are not actually that large."

Justice Audrey kept analyzing in her mind what the probability was of meeting her fellow Tarot enthusiasts under these circumstances.

However, after a few seconds, she decided to observe for a while longer, since she could only know a small part of the characteristics of "Mr. Fate" in Mr. Fool's divine kingdom.

That's too vague to be used as a reference!

"Miss Hazel, is this the friend you mentioned? He seems to be... a child?"

Audrey Hall pretended not to know Ron and started a conversation in the quiet room, but the blond boy's eyes made Audrey feel uneasy, as if he had recognized her.

How could this be? That's Mr. Fool's kingdom, and what does that look of admiration mixed with disappointment mean?

"Yes, Miss Audrey, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Ron. He taught me all my knowledge of the occult."

Hazel continued the conversation, trying her best to portray Mr. Ron as a great man.

"Really? The knowledgeable teacher you mentioned, Hazel, is this... uh, Mr. Ron?"

Grynt exclaimed in surprise and asked in return with curiosity.

He was quite interested in this, and after hearing Hazel's description, he even wanted to spend a lot of money to hire Ron to teach him the mysticism.

Because of the incredible knowledge Hazel possessed, she could even create luminous crystals using certain ritual magic and spiritual materials.

Although its light only lasts for two hours and it is very expensive, this does not prevent the viscount, who inherited the family business at a young age, from having a strong interest in it.

"Yes, I can assure you that all my knowledge of the occult comes from Mr. Ron."

Hazel's confident voice echoed in the room. Her assurance made the people in the room stop looking down on Ron's appearance and start treating him as an equal.

Hmm. It seems that Hazel respects this Mr. Ron quite a bit. Justice Audrey couldn't help but analyze the scene in her mind as she witnessed it.

"Ahem, gentlemen, the time for that underground gathering is almost here, shouldn't we...?"

Just then, Ms. Fowles, who was sitting in a nearby seat, interrupted the conversation, which was about to continue, and reminded everyone.

Her reminder made Viscount Grelint realize that now was not the time to dwell on these things.

So he had the servants guarding the door bring him several black robes that had been prepared beforehand.

After getting dressed, the group arrived at a small path behind the villa, where a carriage was waiting. They boarded the carriage and, after about ten minutes, arrived at another house in Queens.

The four-wheeled carriage slowly came to a stop, and a woman about the same height as Ron jumped down from the coachman's seat.

The woman was about 1.5 meters tall. She had rough golden hair, delicate and soft features, and her eyebrows and eyes were not fully open.

However, despite her short stature, she possesses an indescribable air of authority and a convincing charm.

"Miss Hugh, can I trust you?"

Upon seeing this lady, Audrey Hall pursed her lips and asked her question.

"Of course, Miss Audrey, you can completely trust me!"

As soon as Hugh Deercha finished speaking, a crisp sound came from beneath her feet. The people dressed in black robes looked down and saw that a three-edged dagger, gleaming with a cold light, had fallen to the ground.

"Well, as a bounty hunter, it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry something like this."

"And this helps deter those with ill intentions."

Hugh Deercha coughed lightly, quickly finding a reason to break the increasingly awkward atmosphere.

"That's right, Hugh is a famous bounty hunter, you can rest assured."

Seeing his friend's embarrassed expression, Fowles stepped forward to explain a few words to her.

(End of this chapter)