Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 76 Glug glug

Friday.

Rodrigo Island.

As the sun sets.

The dim, yellow light shone down on this port, which was not particularly bustling but was quite lively.

The dockworkers, carrying heavy loads, were sweating profusely as they came and went, earning meager wages that were barely enough to support their families.

Their ethnicity does not belong to the Loen, Intis, or Fusak people; rather, they resemble the indigenous people of the Rothschild Islands more.

Ron stood on the street observing the scene, the dim sunlight casting a long shadow of him.

"Little gentleman, would you like to come in and play with me?"

Just then, a broken Rune language with a local accent came over, catching Ron's attention.

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and looked up, only to see a flamboyantly dressed streetwalker giving him flirtatious glances.

On this small island, which is almost the last frontier of the human world, apart from the supply of goods, only bars, casinos and brothels are doing very well.

Because the sailors who set sail on those ships never hesitated to spend their money on enjoyment before leaving the human world behind.

And this is especially true of the pirates who disguise themselves as ordinary people and disregard the local navy.

Strictly speaking, they are even the main economic pillar of this small island.

"Hmph ╯^╰."

Seeing that the streetwalker dared to flirt with the great ruler of time and space, the blond boy snorted and walked away without paying any attention to her.

Ron felt that, given his current appearance, it was hard to say who would be the one messing with whom if he went to a brothel.

Besides, he had absolutely no interest in such a place.

Walking along the not-so-clean road, the blond boy looked around at the shops, trying to find a pastry shop with a different flavor from Tingen and Backlund.

Unfortunately, this is a remote island far from the mainland, where storms frequently make landfall, making desserts an extremely scarce commodity.

As for why Ron is here...

That means there are still a few hours until the time indicated in the "Navigator" intelligence report, and Ron can't afford to wait idly at the coordinates.

Therefore, this nearby island became his first choice for strolling around.

"How boring!"

The blond-haired boy sighed as he glanced at the port town, which was filled with brothels and taverns.

Do these humans have nothing else to do besides drinking and having sex?

Another boring and uninteresting day.

Shaking his golden head, Ron yawned, picked a lively-looking tavern, and went inside.

As soon as he entered, the surging sound wave instantly overwhelmed him.

Those strong men, dressed as sailors or shirtless, didn't hold back their saliva. They gathered around a table in groups, splashing each other with the most genuine emotions of men on the sea.

Ron listened with a frown for a while, and finally understood that the drunkards were either cursing at each other or bragging.

The blond boy smirked inwardly, then stopped paying attention to the so-called secrets of the sea that the drunkards were talking about.

I took a step and arrived at the bar counter.

"Give me your most expensive drink!"

The boy's voice came from inside, which puzzled the bartender.

Clearly, a height of 1.51 meters is not enough to make the bartender behind the bar notice his customer.

"Give me your most expensive drink!"

The boy's voice came again, making the puzzled bartender seem to realize something.

He leaned forward, his upper body almost lying on the bar counter. Only after holding this position for a few seconds did he notice a blond boy to his right whose figure was blocked by the bar counter.

"The pub has a rule that minors are not allowed to drink alcohol!"

Upon seeing that it was just a little kid, the bartender's face instantly darkened, and he replied irritably.

"Hmph ╯^╰."

Hearing this defiant reply, Ron snorted and jumped up, slamming two five-pound bills onto the bar.

"Give me the most expensive drink!"

He reiterated his request as a guest.

"Please wait a moment, distinguished guest."

The bartender's expression changed several times, but he eventually lowered his head and smiled.

As Emperor Roselle aptly put it, "It's better to turn down a turtle's egg than to make money from a turtle's egg."

Without hesitation, the bartender, who looked to be in his forties, turned around and took out a bottle of "Golden Langqi".

"Golden Langqi" is a specialty spirit of Loen, a strong distilled spirit made from pure malt. There are many different varieties, but the most famous is "Lie Langqi," a favorite among sailors.

Given the extravagance of this underage man, the bartender ultimately decided against dishonestly serving him a cheap bottle of "Léonzi" to fool the unexpectedly appearing minor.

"Golden Langzi, 3 sous and 6 pence."

The bartender looked down at Ron, pushed the glass to the little brat across from him, and announced the price of the drink.

Ron ignored the bartender's words, picked up his glass, and downed it in one gulp under the bartender's amused gaze.

The wonderful taste went down Ron's throat and into his body. In that instant, the blond boy seemed to have opened the door to a new world. Then, his golden eyes lit up slightly as he looked at the bartender who looked on in astonishment.

"Another cup, please!"

Two more five-pound notes were slapped on the table, startling the bartender, whose eyes had been slightly wide open.

He had seen people drink alcohol before, but he had never seen anyone drink like this. Although "Jinlangqi" was not as strong as "Lielangqi," it was still a strong distilled spirit.

After hesitating for a moment, glancing at the twenty-pound note on the table, the bartender gritted his teeth and simply pushed the entire bottle toward Ron.

As for whether this violates the store's rules, what a joke! Not making money is the real violation of the rules!

"Young man, drinking alone?"

"Where are your parents? This isn't a place for someone your age!"

After Ron gulped down a whole bottle of "Golden Ronza," a slightly hoarse but very friendly voice suddenly appeared beside him.

Ron's money not only earned him the respect of the bartender, but also attracted the attention of other ill-intentioned individuals.

The blond boy looked up and saw that the speaker was a middle-aged man in his thirties. He had ordinary features, and his beard and hair hadn't been groomed in a long time, giving him a somewhat unkempt appearance.

Ron looked away, ignoring the little bug in front of him, because the new experience had improved his mood considerably.

"You didn't sneak out, did you? This isn't a place for a child like you!"

The sloppy middle-aged man, oblivious to the somewhat awkward atmosphere, continued to probe Ron with his words.

"What's it to you?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle with annoyance and retorted to the little bug that had ruined his good mood.

(End of this chapter)