Chapter 155 The Great Mr. Fool

"Your Highness, I didn't know you would come. I didn't mean to target your friends."

Seeing the blond boy's reaction, Miss Wraith became more certain of her guess.

She immediately returned to her human state, raised her skirt with both hands, and bowed respectfully to Ron.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Time passed slowly, and the silent atmosphere was filled with suffocating oppression, causing drops of cold sweat to break out on Sharon's forehead.

As a defector from the Rose School of Thought, she was now very nervous, scared and panicked. Her arms holding up the hem of her skirt were trembling unconsciously, and her whole body was shaking slightly.

Because just now, the illusory whispers appeared in her ears again, and scenes of thousands of people kneeling down and praising the great existence appeared in front of her eyes.

The place where that scene took place was very familiar to her. It was the headquarters of the Rose School, and the golden statue that was worshiped and praised by the residents of the entire city was also very familiar to her. It was the blond boy who came here.

The moment she saw this scene, Miss Wraith stopped breathing and was almost frightened to death, because this meant that the "New God" of the Rose School of Thought had come to arrest her in person.

Even if it’s not the deity who comes, it must be a favored one, or an incarnation!

How can I be a non-extraordinary person who is not even a demigod?

After being stunned for a few minutes to regain her composure, Sharon wanted to escape from Backlund as soon as possible, but the whispers in her ears made her dare not make any unnecessary moves.

Because she was only Sequence Five, she naturally knew that she had no possibility of escaping.

The blond boy seemed to be here to play, but his mere existence blocked all her escape routes. She could only wait there obediently and let the other party round and flatten her.

"Well, get up."

The childish and plain words sounded, making the resentful lady fall to the ground with sweat on her head and no bottom in her heart.

Being stared at by an angel or a true god is not something that ordinary people can bear. Even if they are not malicious, their gaze itself carries the oppression of a superior.

"Your Highness!?"

Seeing the strange behavior of the lady in front of her and hearing the respectful address, the blond and blue-eyed noble lady exclaimed, turning sideways and looking down at the blond boy who was a head shorter than her.

"Your Highness" is rarely used in the outside world except for those who have a distinguished status in the royal family.

In the mysterious world, this title is also rare, because the person who is often called His Highness is the Pope or Patriarch of each church!

This represents the supreme power, the majesty of the church and the gods, and the status and strength of the person being addressed.

That is only Sequence 2, beings who have reached the rank of angel can be called that!

This is common knowledge in the mysterious world!
We actually have an angel in our Tarot Society! No wonder Mr. Ron doesn't have the same respect for Mr. Fool as the Hanged Man and I do! Mr. Fool is really powerful. He actually has an angel as his subordinate and servant. He is really great!

Audrey Hall's green gem-like eyes widened in an instant, and she immediately praised the great Mr. Fool in her heart.

A sense of pride that came from nowhere arose in the heart of the noble lady. She trembled slightly with excitement and looked at the blond boy next to her again, as if she wanted to see what was different about Mr. Ron. He turned out to be a Sequence Two Extraordinary.

The blond boy felt the admiring gaze of the noble lady beside him, and immediately raised his head slightly, enjoying the admiration that belonged to him alone.

As for the white-haired vampire who had been standing there for a long time, she shrank into a ball and kept praying to the ancestor in her heart, praying that her just offensive behavior would not be remembered by this angel.

But at this moment, she suddenly saw Ron's golden eyes glance at her. The noble dark night noble's body trembled, and he immediately fell to his knees and kowtowed several times. "Your Highness, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I was wrong!!!"

Debris flew from the smashed wooden floor, and a large crater soon appeared, which perfectly reflected the heavy apology in the heart of the vampire lady.

"Okay, this isn't a big deal."

The plain and majestic words sounded, causing the chaotic thoughts of everyone here to settle, and they began to be at a loss.

"Your Highness, I don't know the purpose of your coming here."

At this moment, Miss Sharon, who had reluctantly stood up, took off the small soft hat on her head, saluted respectfully again, and asked a very important question to herself and Maric.

Because she really didn't understand the purpose of the "new god" of the Rose School of Thought. She was just a small Sequence Five, and it didn't seem worthy of the other party searching for her traces.

Hearing Miss Wraith's words, Audrey Hall pursed her lips elegantly. After knowing Ron's identity, she became closer and fonder of this little gentleman.

This is not just because the other person looks cute and wants to hold her in his arms like a rag doll, but because she and Mr. Ron belong to the same organization and are members of the Tarot Society.

This feeling of a powerful force behind it made the noble lady's heart beat fast. Although she had already speculated that Mr. Fool was a god, there was no real-life evidence to shock her.

Mr. Ron must have come with a mission from Mr. Fool. Could it be the Hurricane Lieutenant General Qilingos that Mr. Hanged Man mentioned?
The noble lady kept speculating in her mind, and she could not help but be curious about this aspect.

"Oh, I don't have any purpose. I just happened to pass by here. You don't have to worry about it."

Ron chuckled softly and glanced at the nervous resentful soul in front of him, answering the doubts in his heart.

"You, then you."

Sharon's blue eyes looked at the ground under Ron's feet, not daring to be disrespectful to the great being.

She took a deep breath, recalling the imaginary ravings of the past few months, and finally gritted her teeth and murmured.

"You seem to be troubled by something?"

"Yes, it is."

But before her question could be uttered, Ron noticed her doubts and asked in return.

"You seem to have some misunderstanding about me, but it's not a big deal."

"You don't have to be afraid of this. It's Si'a chanting my name in the morning, noon and night. In fact, he is very noisy. I can make him shut up, so that the whole world will be pure."

Ron sighed tiredly, and looked at the resentful soul who saluted respectfully again, and easily solved the problem that had been bothering him for more than two months.

"Do you have any more questions?"

Ron asked again. The blond boy was not interested in this resentful soul who had defected from the Rose School. After all, she believed in the Bound God, not the Mother Tree of Desire.

Therefore, this also made him stop thinking about polluting and transforming the other party.

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