Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 80 Each with their own thoughts

Ron turned his head and noticed the weak Sequence 5 standing by the ship waiting.

The other person had long, glossy yellow hair that cascaded down his shoulders, and his bronze-colored eyes possessed an awe-inspiring majesty and convincing charm. His features were striking, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned, giving him an overall air of rigidity and seriousness.

However, within the other's destiny, within the other's spirit, Ron could see those twelve-segmented worms, which remained motionless as if in a dormant state.

The blond boy turned to look at the weak punishing knight, then at the thief angel beside him, a grin spreading across his face. He was about to ramble on when the butler interrupted him with a light cough.

"Well, Mr. Mylbourne, it's getting late. Shouldn't we head out to sea?"

"This is the dying wish of the family patriarchs throughout the ages. Only by finding the treasure left behind by our ancestors can we restore the glory of Trensost in the Fourth Age!"

The butler, with graying temples, adjusted his monocle, a smile playing on his lips, and explained his philosophy to his nominal master.

"Indeed, only by finding the treasure left by our ancestors can we restore the glory of our family."

The gentleman who was acting as arbitrator nodded slightly to the butler who had taken care of him since childhood, indicating that he understood.

"But, Issa, why did you bring a child back?"

Melbourne frowned, instinctively displeased by the butler's unauthorized actions.

Hearing his nominal master ask this question, Amon pushed up his monocle again.

"Actually, this child also has the blood of the Trensost family!"

"Look, his hair and eyes look just like yours!"

As a mythical creature that lies without batting an eye, He easily found a reason, and whether Myrbin himself believed it or not, he would certainly believe it under His influence.

Amon's feelings toward Ron, whom he had unexpectedly encountered, were somewhat complicated.

This complex psychology stemmed not only from the blond boy's sharp tongue, but also from the extraordinary abilities Ron had used in their secret confrontation.

That is the authority that belongs exclusively to His Father!

Having ruled out his father and other illegitimate children, Amon became very interested in the blond boy.

If it weren't for the fact that this clone was temporarily unable to deal with this brat, and that his main body was far away in the Forsaken Land, with the distance too great for his memories to be synchronized, he would have directly taken action to peel back the blond boy's layers of disguise and uncover all his inner secrets.

However, reality will not unfold as He has envisioned. Now, Amon can secretly summon all his clones on the island to enhance the extraordinary characteristics within this clone and gain even greater power.

As for the plan to use that descendant of the Ternsost bloodline to find the treasure, Amon had no intention of delaying it.

Because doing these two things at the same time might bring Him even greater surprises and excitement!

Upon hearing the thief angel's clumsy lie, Ron's eyes flickered, his golden head bobbing as he nodded in agreement.

The blond boy felt he was really destined to be a thief.

He could tell that the butler beside him was just an avatar, and if an avatar could reach the second level of the Sequence, then the main body must not be too weak.

It might even be a Sequence 1 Time Worm!

"You freak, is this the authority that guides your destiny?"

"I think you should change your symbols and name; less bragging will be good for your health!"

Ron's will grinned and delivered a fatal mockery to the Celestial Will within him.

The Beacon of Destiny was inexplicably caught in the crossfire, and suddenly felt a bit weary. For a moment, it didn't want to refute these trivial matters.

Because He has indeed been extremely unlucky since His return from the spirit world.

His recent experiences have made him begin to doubt himself deep down, wondering if he was being punished for doing too many bad things, just as the sphere had said.

How infuriating!

The Celestial Venerable gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly, ignoring the bastard who was mocking him.

"You have the blood of the Trensost family in you!?"

Mylbourne, with his brass-colored eyes, was somewhat taken aback. He stared wide-eyed at the cute boy wearing a monocle, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, that's right! I even know the location of the Ghost Empire!"

Ron nodded adorably and frantically, without calling out Amon's lie.

"Well, if that's the case, then no wonder you were able to find this place."

"You must have sensed the treasure left by your ancestors through the connection in your bloodline, right?"

Instead of asking for more details, Melbourne revealed some secrets about the Trenchost family.

As the last surviving member of the Trensust bloodline, he knew, of course, that he had no brothers, sisters, or distant relatives.

But after seeing the monocle on Ron's eyes, he had to accept the fact that he had gained a brother.

Because when he was very young, his father, mother, butler, and servants all fell in love with monocles on the same day, and that terrible sense of dread is an indelible and terrifying memory for him.

For so many years, he has lived an extremely careful and cautious life, never daring to reveal his abnormality.

It wasn't until he became a Sequence 5 Extraordinary with the help of a monocle and successfully sensed the treasure left behind by his ancestors that he truly had hope in facing all of this.

"Of course! I know the exact location of the treasure!"

The blond boy proudly raised his head, indicating that his bloodline was very pure.

"Oh? Then please take us there!"

Looking at the monocle that didn't even bother to put on an act, Melbourne's lips curled into a mocking smile as he continued to play along.

The iron chains rattled as the sail-powered vessel lowered its anchor and set sail in the crimson moonlight.

The surging sea, reflecting the crimson moonlight, together create a picture that evokes a profound sense of wonder.

After the ship had sailed a few nautical miles, the burly men who had gone from adventurers to pirates gathered on the deck.

They each bared their upper bodies, their strong pectoral muscles twitching, and with malicious smiles, they surrounded three helpless people, each with their own worries, in the center of the crowd.

A middle-aged man in his thirties with no weapons.

An old man with failing eyesight wearing a monocle.

There was also a little kid who was only 1.5 meters tall.

No matter how you look at it, there's nothing about this combination that could pose a threat to them.

The pirates drew revolvers, daggers, and tridents from their waists.

They laughed maliciously, laughed with inner excitement, and laughed without being able to stop.

They laughed wildly on the deck, their faces filled with terror, until they all pulled out crystal monocles from their pockets and put them on their right eyes.

"Hey, are all your followers yourself?"

Seeing this scene, Ron nudged the butler in the lower back and asked in a strange tone.

"Eh? What's the problem?"

Amon pushed up his monocle and looked at the blond boy with a puzzled expression.

"Heh, you small fry, you're really despicable~"

(End of this chapter)