Mystery: My Encounters with the Celestial God

Chapter 9 Miss, you didn't want this either...

Outside an ordinary clothing store in the North District of Backlund.

Ron, having just finished robbing the rich to help the poor, was stretching his body and looking smugly at his reflection in the glass across the street.

The figure wore a monocle and a three-piece suit, but due to his age, he did not wear the top silk hat. With his golden hair and eyes, he exuded endless majesty in every move, as if he were the ruler of the entire world.

This formal suit, along with the monocle that the Celestial Venerable insisted on adding, cost Ron a full 13 pounds 8 sole. He was extremely happy to spend the money and didn't feel the slightest bit of heartache.

Only now did Ron figure out the prices here. Feeling the treasure of the king in the hidden space, he felt very fulfilled, and his every word and action exuded the air of a nouveau riche.

As for the crazy behavior just now, the Celestial Venerable and the Primordial Will in his mind did not react. As a crazy and cold-blooded pillar, the one closest to the original powerful being, it is only natural for him to occasionally go crazy.

Even their current predicament is nothing more than a result of their excessive outburst last time.

Just as Ron was admiring himself, he suddenly felt his pocket loosen, as if something had been pulled away with extremely professional technique.

His right hand reacted instantly, or rather, it was prepared in advance. Before Ron could control his body, it grabbed Bai Zhan's hand, which was holding the white wig between his middle and index fingers.

Heyr Macht was startled. Her deep brown eyes betrayed her nervousness, and her dark green hair, held back by a black hair clip, swayed slightly, revealing the turmoil in her heart.

What should I do if I get caught stealing for the first time? I need help urgently.

"Hahaha, you rascal, I never thought you'd become a target for thieves one day!"

Ron and the Primal were laughing loudly in their minds at the former Lord of Mysteries, and at this moment they actually felt a strange sense of destiny.

As for Hazel, the thief who was caught, her thoughts were simpler. As a rich girl, stealing was something she had never experienced before.

If her new teacher hadn't told her she had to do this, she wouldn't have disguised herself and gone out on the street to steal.

"The teacher said that drinking the potion would enhance my thieving ability and make me less likely to be caught, but why was I caught so quickly...?"

"Could the teacher be lying to me? No, I can feel the improvement in my finger dexterity, and the ability the teacher demonstrated is so amazing."

"If that's the case, then there's only one possibility: the other person is very likely doing the same thing as me..."

Hazel's mind raced, her face filled with panic. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she stared wide-eyed at Ron, asking him a question.

"You're a supernatural being too, aren't you?"

"what?"

The three wills within Ron simultaneously exclaimed in bewilderment. According to information from the spirit world, those who held authority over this planet were all called Extraordinary Beings.

What the heck are supernatural ability users?!

"Well, you could say that."

Ron chimed in at the right moment, preventing an even more awkward situation from arising.

It wasn't that he wanted to let the girl who stole his things go, but rather that the words of the Celestial Venerable's will in his mind made a lot of sense to him.

"She's a thief, and she's most likely been lured here by us!"

"The aggregation effect attracted her so quickly; there must be a big fish behind her, possibly a divine being, or even an angel!"

The former leader of the spirit world made a lot of sense, and Ron nodded in agreement.

So he decided to investigate first. If it really was an angel, he would take it down and hide the dropped trait.

He believed that the original creator must have thought the same way, since only dead ghosts were good ghosts.

Moreover, the original agreement between the three of them was that each would be resurrected based on their own abilities. Since your death tricks are inferior to ours, then don't blame us for being ruthless!

"Excuse me, miss, could you please let go of my hand?"

Seeing the beautiful girl in front of him lost in thought, Ron used a very deceptive appearance to remind her.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Hazel's face flushed red, and her usual arrogance vanished. She quickly let go and turned to leave.

This is a thief's instinctive reaction when caught, and it's also the most basic professional quality.

But just then, Hazel, who had just taken a step, suddenly heard the blond boy behind her ask a soul-searching question.

"Miss, you wouldn't want others to know you stole something, would you?"

Hazel trembled; she simply couldn't fathom what kind of person could utter such vicious words.

Half an hour later...

Inside a coffee shop that's neither too fancy nor too shabby.

"So, Miss Hazel, is this how you express your apology?"

Ron looked at the fragrant coffee in front of him and the girl who was bowing her head and constantly apologizing, and asked a soul-piercing question.

"Excuse me, Mr. Ron, I didn't bring any money with me when I went out..."

Hazel looked even more ashamed. As the daughter of a New Party member of parliament, her behavior at this moment was truly unworthy of her status in high society.

She had intended to take this respectable young man to a more upscale restaurant to express her apology, but when she checked her pockets, she found that she didn't have much money with her.

Because this time she went out alone in disguise to train her supernatural abilities, and training supernatural abilities is obviously very different from going shopping in a mall.

"Hayor, Hayor, what's wrong with you today? How could you do something so immature..."

She kept examining herself in her mind, trying to get rid of this immature side of herself.

Ron took a deep breath, waved to the waiter, and brought Hazel a cup of coffee.

"Never mind, Miss Hazel. From what I've observed, it seems that your family's circumstances don't require you to go out and steal."

After taking a sip of the rich, aromatic coffee, Ron asked a question he already knew the answer to, once again piercing Hazel's soul.

"...Mr. Ron, you're right, it's definitely not necessary..."

"However, this is the supernatural ability I gained!"

The mention of superpowers restored the girl's confidence, and a somewhat arrogant expression appeared on her face.

"Supernatural abilities?"

"That's right! My supernatural ability is to steal other people's belongings without being detected!"

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"..."

Seeing the blond man's expression, the girl's excitement and confidence vanished instantly, and she fell silent again.

It's clear that the failure of her first attempt at stealing had a huge impact on her.

If she hadn't witnessed the amazing abilities her teacher displayed with her own eyes, she would have doubted whether her own abilities were essentially any different from those of a pickpocket on the street.

(End of this chapter)