Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 148 The Fool: I can’t do it!

"Tsk~ Ugly people tend to do mischief!"

Seeing Klein Moretti leaning against the door, imitating him, the blond boy sneered, causing the fortune teller to raise his eyebrows and unconsciously pull the corners of his mouth downwards.

Upon hearing this, Klein originally wanted to retort loudly and educate this little brat in a loud voice.

But as soon as his brown pupils glanced at Ron's little face, he instantly suppressed the self-humiliating words in his mouth.

"Ron, haven't you lost your memory? Why are there still messengers delivering letters to you?"

After thinking about it, the young professional gradually came up with a bold idea. He was going to take this opportunity to test this mysterious little guy.

After all, after living together for nearly a month and a half, he thought that based on their relationship, this kind of thing should be nothing, and this little guy had never hidden his magic from him.

Regarding Ron's anomaly, Klein had been tacitly pretending not to notice it, and only modified the weekly report submitted to Dunn Smith into a category that was acceptable to normal people.

Besides, Ron knew some of his secrets, and he also knew some of Ron's secrets. After all, this little kid was the person who knew him best since time travel.

Alas~ He's a nice person, but he's a bit arrogant.
The fortune teller sighed in his heart.

"Klein, since you don't believe in the goddess of the night, why do you still receive wages from the Nighthawks?"

Hearing Klein's question, the blond boy curled his lips and said words that never disappoint.

Just one sentence caused Klein Moretti to have a myocardial infarction, completely dispelling his desire to continue asking.

It's a pity that you are a man. If you were a woman, your venomous character would be very popular.
The fortune teller twitched his lips and cursed in his heart. Then he pretended not to hear, walked sideways into the house and closed the door.

He leaned against the wall and looked at the little kid who commuted with him all day long and suddenly missed his hometown.

Then Klein Moretti curled his fingers, rubbed the corners of his eyes without any trace, and asked curiously in a chatty tone:

"Ron, by the way, I haven't heard what your beliefs are. Since you feel so comfortable staying here with the Nighthawks, you must also believe in the goddess of the night, right?"

Mr. Seer's words were full of certainty and he was full of confidence in his speculation.

"No, I believe in the great Mr. Fool!"

But the blond boy pushed up his monocle, tilted his mouth, and glanced at Klein Moretti, who had a sad expression on his face.

"Mr. Fool is so great. His momentum is like the vast ocean, and like the stars that are too high to reach the sky. The fog of history lingers at his feet and floats in his eyes..."

The disgusting and shameful lines came out of Ron's mouth one after another, as if they were endless, and successfully made Klein's toes stretch back and forth, awkwardly digging his ten fingers together, not knowing where to put them.

"Mr. Fool is so great, he will definitely help me take revenge and kill those two hateful gods!"

"what!!!"

When Klein Moretti heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he shouted in disbelief.

His eyes widened, and his whole body trembled. For a moment, he felt that there was some huge blame placed heavily on his head.

It was slapped heavily on the head of "Mr. Fool"!

What the hell is God! ?
He originally thought that the risk of attracting the Sun, a citizen of Silver City with three demigods, was the limit of his operation, but he did not expect that he was braver than he thought.

"That's right, two gods that have existed since ancient times!" The blond boy raised the corner of his mouth, pushed up his crystal-carved monocle, and moved his gaze slightly upward, scanning towards the stunned Klein Moretti, enjoying himself. Today's pleasure.

In fact, Ron wasn't lying. His two sworn enemies did fit this description.

Sorry, Mr. Fool can't do it. You can withdraw from the membership...

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he felt that the future of the Tarot Club he had formed was bleak. Even if he had done nothing, he would probably be burdened with the hostility of the two ancient gods.

"Ron."

"Klein, you don't have to feel sorry for me. This is not an impossible task for Mr. Fool!"

Hello! Where did you get your confidence? Why didn't I know I was so awesome? Otherwise, you should just believe in the goddess of the night. I, a fool, cannot accept your belief!
His expression twisted, and Klein complained loudly in his heart. He just wanted to kick this dangerous guy out of the tarot party.

After being stunned for a few seconds, the fortune teller finally took a deep breath to calm down the complicated thoughts in his heart.

As a guy who has divined the Eternal Blazing Sun, and as a "great being" with a criminal record, he still has a certain degree of confidence in the mysterious space above the gray fog.

After hesitating for a while, Klein looked at Ron and asked tentatively:
"Ahem, little Ron, now you..."

"Hmph, Klein, look at your timid look, those two guys can't threaten me yet!"

It should be said that I am threatening them.

The blond boy curled his lips and added the second half of the sentence in his mind.

"That's great no, I mean, that's great news!"

The answer, which was full of twists and turns, was like riding a roller coaster. The big stone in Klein's heart fell to the ground with a clang. At this moment, he felt that Mr. Fool had been saved!

Little brat, can you stop panting so much when you speak next time? It almost scares me to death! But why is the other party's experience so familiar?
There are enemies, you are being hunted, you meet me, no, you meet Mr. Fool, damn, what a template for the protagonist of a third-rate novel! ! !
Klein Moretti pursed his lips with complicated thoughts, and finally accepted the setting that he was the so-called "Golden Finger".

"Hey, little Ron, I actually feel that compared to Leonard, you are more like the protagonist of the times!"

Smiling, Klein Moretti pressed the door handle and walked out gracefully, only teasing the blond boy before leaving.

The information that has been gathered now is too exciting, and Mr. Fool doesn't want to hear any more bad news.

"Okay, no more chatting, good night, little Ron!"

The fortune teller raised his arm and waved, saying good night to the blond boy sitting beside the bed.

"Good night, Klein! You go to sleep first. I want to pray to Mr. Fool to prove my piety!"

Ron pushed up his crystal-carved monocle, causing the lenses to reflect a cold light that was as red as blood.

As the saying goes, don’t tempt God.

And Klein Moretti obviously doesn't have a clear understanding of this aspect yet.

It's a long night, and I don't know who this sleepless person is.

(End of this chapter)