Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 88 Those who commit murder must also be responsible for burying the dead.

The dazzling golden scene before him did not disrupt Ron's thoughts.

As a great being, although he had some minor hobbies and liked these glittering little things, he was not so easily distracted by them.

Compared to these sparkly little cuties, Ron prefers the second-order authority, or rather, the "0" level seal artifact.

However, this beautiful wish is destined to remain unfulfilled.

After searching for a long time, the blond-haired boy found that apart from the giant ship under his feet possessing the Sequence 2 characteristic, the rest were just some trashy extraordinary materials that were not even demigods.

They have been corrupted by the broken and disordered kingdom, and most of them have lost their original function, becoming twisted and evil.

Ron also used his boundless wisdom to carefully consider the current situation.

This ship was built for refuge, so how could it possibly contain a level 0 sealed object beforehand?

Even the Sequence 2 traits that can be sealed can still inflict considerable damage on this giant ship without its knowledge.

This is a hindrance, not an aid, to escaping.

Looking away from the "radiant" golden mountain, Ron tossed the crystal ball in his hand. After much hesitation, he still didn't incorporate this characteristic into his body.

This is partly because this characteristic is of little help to him, and partly because of the small amount of source matter.

Once this characteristic is accommodated, there's nowhere left for the source material.

In the end, Ron left the place as it was, and used his authority and status to reconstruct and reinforce the space.

By the time all this was finished, it was already noon.

The dazzling sunlight descended from the sky, illuminating the calm, waveless sea like a giant sapphire.

The sunlight shining directly into the ocean from high above distorted slightly, as if something that didn't belong to this place had appeared here.

As soon as a blond figure appeared, the unusual phenomenon that had not lasted long disappeared immediately.

Ron raised his hand and tossed the Sequence Two property that had sealed the source material again. He nodded in satisfaction, then tossed it into the King's Treasury.

This haul was quite impressive; not only did they find countless treasures, but they also discovered a colossal ship of angelic quality and, most importantly, the source material.

This made the blond boy very happy, because with this source essence, he could use it to manipulate some easily persuaded guys.

Looking up at the position of the sun, Ron's figure instantly faded and entered the spirit world.

East Bayron.

Rune Colony.

Castells.

"Well, that's the gist of it. I'm very sorry about your child's death."

In a luxuriously decorated reception room furnished with various expensive pieces of furniture, a gaunt-looking old man was conveying the news of his child's death to the host.

His words were extremely humble and sorrowful, as if the Rune he had personally killed were his brothers.

"Oh, right, these are his belongings. I brought them with me."

The old man picked up the blood-soaked briefcase beside him and placed it on the coffee table along with the silk scarf he was holding in his right hand.

The overwhelming stench of blood instantly changed the expressions of both the male and female owners of the place.

They stared blankly at the blood-soaked suitcase, their grief and dejection impossible to conceal.

"Gentlemen, I have finished conveying my message. I have some other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

The gaunt-looking old man showed no regard for the feelings of the place's owner; he seemed to be used to such things.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Jacks, you've come all this way, how could we let you come for nothing?"

"Sambu, go and get a thousand pounds and give it to this old gentleman as a token of our gratitude."

"You are a true, moral, and conscientious old gentleman."

The male homeowner, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, came to his senses and instructed his old butler to fetch the cash.

If the old gentleman hadn't been delivering news of his youngest son's death, he would have even invited him to dinner at his estate.

Jax's resolute steps toward the outside suddenly halted. Upon hearing the word "one thousand pounds," the demigod of the Rose School became hesitant.

Since Lord Søe decided to launch the colonial resistance war, the Rose School has been increasingly strapped for cash.

Even now, as a demigod, he doesn't have enough money to satisfy his desires in life.

"Mr. Jacks, this is just a small token of my appreciation; please accept this money."

The manor's owner wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and earnestly persuaded the old gentleman in front of him.

In the not-so-peaceful East Bailang, there were still people who traveled a long distance to deliver their child's belongings to their home.

Although the other party did not convey good news, their integrity is something they should remember.

"Okay, no need to see me off."

Dry-tongued Jacks accepted the gift from the manor owner with dry-tongued words.

In fact, Jacks would never have stooped to such unethical behavior.

According to this demigod, the most efficient solution would be to kill everyone here, plunder their property, and satisfy his own desires.

However, after thinking it over for a long time, he finally decided not to cause trouble.

This time, he came here on Lord Siea's mission. If the mission fails simply because he killed a few people, he will likely never have to worry about money again.

Pushing open the door, the gaunt old man nodded slightly to the owner of the manor, indicating that he did not need to get up to see him off.

"Jacks, how much did you gain this time?"

Just as he stepped outside the manor, the demigod of the alien pathway heard a low, guttural sound coming from his companion in his evil spirit form.

"Not much, they're very stingy, only about two hundred pounds."

Instead of looking at the "silent disciple" beside him, Jax took out ten ten-pound notes that he had prepared beforehand and handed them to the other man.

McHamms was somewhat suspicious, after all, how could a wealthy man who owned such a huge estate only pay a mere two hundred pounds as a "service fee"?

However, he had no way to confirm it, because his unconventional appearance was already printed on various wanted posters and bounty lists.

As the leader of the Highlands resistance, this was the kind of treatment he was bound to receive.

"The divinely favored one that Lord Siea spoke of should be within this city. The flashing frequency of this thing is getting faster and faster, which definitely means we've found the right place!"

Instead of discussing the reward, Jacks calmly and without batting an eye discussed the progress of the mission with his companions.

(End of this chapter)