Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 73 Loyal Mr. A

Have you ever heard of a true creator?

Mr. A asked Ron, who was sitting on the soft sofa, with a mysterious look on his face. His tone was as if he was suppressing something, waiting for Ron to react before he would reveal everything he knew.

The blond boy didn't answer. He pushed up his monocle and shook his head, which was covered in soft blond hair.

"In fact, the true Creator is the one who created everything, but He changed His own symbolism and image in order to bear the sins of mankind."

"But precisely because of this, the churches of those seven false gods define God as an evil being!"

"They are lying! They are deceiving us!!!"

"Their crimes can only be forgiven with their blood!!!"

Mr. A suddenly burst forth with his indignation, as if the actions of the seven churches were absolutely unforgivable in his eyes.

"So, according to you, that ancient sun god is the true creator you're talking about?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle again and looked at the Aurora Society's envoy, whose rationality was declining and who was becoming slightly deranged.

"Yes! You're right!"

"By simply listening to the great voice of the Lord, you too will easily know these truths hidden in history!"

Mr. A took a deep breath and tempted Ron with a highly persuasive tone.

His purpose was so obvious that Ron hesitated whether to follow his lead. If he went along with his plan, his omniscient wisdom would seem like that of a fool.

Fortunately, seeing Ron remain silent, Mr. A couldn't hold back any longer and reached into his pocket to pull out a metal cigarette case.

The cigarette box was about the size of a palm, its exterior exuding an aura of decadence, while inside, it seemed as if some terrifying sound was echoing.

"As long as you open your heart and grasp the things inside with your hands, you can hear the voice of the great beings and know the truth of this world, just like I have."

Mr. A continued to entice Ron with his highly infectious voice, pushing a metal cigarette box in front of the blond boy as he spoke.

Ron pushed up his monocle again, opened the metal cigarette case with his hand, and looked inside.

Inside, a slightly decaying human left ear lay noisily.

The terrifying murmurs emanating from the rotting ear seemed to penetrate the scalp, causing those who listened to them to experience throbbing headaches, become delirious, and gradually lose their reason.

However, the blond boy didn't care much about it. He listened carefully to the content of the ramblings, but he didn't get any information because the ramblings were really just meaningless ramblings.

Ron closed the tin box under Mr. A's slightly disappointed gaze.

What a pity! If only he had opened his mind and touched that ear...

The Aurora Envoy expressed his deepest regret.

This is his proud method of proselytizing: as long as interested people hear the voice of the great being, they will naturally come to believe in the true Creator.

As for whether this is unethical or whether it will be condemned by others.

Hmph, they themselves haven't said no, what more do you want!?

"Sir, do you know the name of the true Creator? I am extremely interested in that!"

Ron put down the iron box in his hand, pushed up the monocle on his right eye, and looked at the divine messenger with innocent eyes.

"Of course I know! The Lord's name is..."

The divine messenger paused, then spoke in a fervently respectful tone:

"The Creator of all things, the Lord behind the veil of shadow, the fallen self of all living beings."

Mr. A was overjoyed. Seeing the blond boy's interested expression, he knew that although the boy hadn't touched the ear, he had still been slightly affected.

So he spoke the true name of the Creator without any hesitation, and then repeated the name in Giant, Elven, and Ancient Hermes to Ron, emphasizing his excellent service and door-to-door delivery.

In Mr. A's view, once you come into contact with the voice of a great being, you will eventually become a member of my Aurora Society. It doesn't matter whether you know about these things sooner or later.

With a professional and responsible attitude, he quickly told Ron about all the rituals, symbols, magical signs, and various materials that pointed to the true creator.

Ron, of course, was carefully examining the information through his monocle, as it was information that couldn't be found in the spirit world.

Mr. A only needed to demonstrate the rituals once, and he could memorize them all, which made the Aurora Society's envoy sigh in admiration.

This child is exceptionally talented; he should definitely join my Aurora Club.

The conversation, which didn't last long, quickly came to an end, and in the end, Mr. A even gave Ron the ear that exuded an evil and corrupt aura.

It was ostensibly a gift to him upon meeting him.

Upon hearing this, the blond boy's lips twitched. Although he was not human, he knew that this ear was hardly a "gift".

The living room door creaked open and then quickly closed again.

Mr. A sat in the living room, watching the blond boy's figure disappear from sight.

There was a few seconds of silence inside the house, then a low, loud laugh suddenly broke out.

Although today's "missionary work" did not meet Mr. A's expectations, the results were still quite good.

Because the little guy has clearly become interested in things related to the Lord, it won't be long before he returns here and joins them.

"Creator of all things, Lord behind the veil of shadow, fallen self of all living beings, Your faithful servant has saved another lost lamb. I pray to You, that You may shelter him and prevent him from going astray again."

The Aurora Envoy took out a pendant with an upside-down Cyclops on it from his pocket and began his daily prayer, his voice rising and falling in a very rhythmic way.

As the prayer drew to a close, the divine messenger suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in a slightly frenzied manner:

"He was so perfect, he was so holy!"

"His arrival is the entrustment you gave me; he will surely carry on your great will!!!"

"Mr. Ron, how did it go? Did you get the information you wanted?"

Seeing that little Mr. Ron had returned safely, Hazel asked him a question with concern. Although she had great confidence in Ron's abilities, she still asked as a friend.

The blond boy's gaze swept over Audrey, who was sitting next to him, looking somewhat guilty and eavesdropping.

"Hmm, not bad. Mr. A is very generous; I'm satisfied with the information he provided!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle, recalling the other person's skillful and detailed demonstration, and nodded inwardly.

He needs to find an opportunity to try it out, lest he waste Mr. A's good intentions.

However, this is all predicated on thorough preparation; it would be disastrous if the ceremony were unilaterally abruptly cut off.

"Phew, that's good."

Hearing that everything went smoothly, Hazel breathed a sigh of relief.

"And what about you? Did you get what you wanted?"

Upon seeing the four Sequence Nine Extraordinary beings and the ordinary Grylls, Ron asked a question in a good mood.

"Miss Audrey and I simply bought some standard occult materials; she wanted to invite me to be her occult teacher."

"As for Hugh and the others, they didn't encounter the extraordinary materials they wanted at all."

Hazel answered Mr. Ron's question on behalf of everyone else.

"Yes, those materials are either very expensive or very rare, and you can't usually find suitable ones."

Fors Wall sighed upon hearing Hazel's words, and her gaze turned to Ron. The writer was equally curious about this mysterious blond boy.

Perhaps it was her writer's instinct, but she always wanted to include a character with similar traits to Ron in her next book.

"Tell me the story of a poor, blond boy who's been wandering the streets and, by chance, ends up attending a noble ball!"

"Hmm! There's no such character on the market at all; it might be a huge hit!"

Fors Wolverine's colorful inspiration gradually took shape in her mind, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up as she mentally gave herself a thumbs up.

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