Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 159 A fortune teller who doesn’t want to be a clown is not a good night watcher

Saturday.

morning.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company.

"Mr. Neil, you can go with peace of mind. I will take good care of your hand-ground coffee and this month's material ration!"

Klein Moretti looked at Old Neil, who had been inspected by the senior deacon of the Church of the Night, with a "playful smile" and said a joke.

"Klein, I just want to go to the Holy Church for further purification and inspection. I am not going to the Heretic Tribunal there."

Old Neil's red eyes looked at the Nighthawk in front of him, and he always felt that his figure seemed to overlap with that of a certain blond boy.

"Mr. Neil, so I'm talking about this month!"

The poor fortune teller didn't pay attention to Old Neil's emphasis, but felt proud as if he had taken advantage of him.

"Klein, Deacon Sesima is waiting for you in the alchemy room equipped with potions."

At this moment, Dunn Smith's voice came out, interrupting the chat between Old Neil and Mr. Seer.

"I talked to the senior deacon. His attitude was very friendly. You don't need to be nervous about it."

"Okay Captain!"

The young Nighthawk and the old Nighthawk captain looked at each other and understood the hidden meaning in his words, and their uneasy hearts gradually calmed down.

He took a deep breath, walked to the pavilion, and suddenly saw the blond boy who had been very honest since this morning.

The other party's melancholy expression seemed to have encountered some worldly problem, which kept Klein Moretti in a good mood all morning.

"Little Ron, what's wrong? Why this expression?"

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

As soon as he heard this poor guy greeting him, the blond boy snorted disdainfully and glanced at Klein Moretti who was in a good mood.

"I think you can be a companion with Old Neil. After all, you often stay up in the middle of the night and are so sneaky that you don't know what you are doing. Hmm."

Before Ron finished speaking, Klein Moretti quickly blocked his broken mouth and slammed the 1.5-meter-tall boy against the wall.

This is not to blame for his excessive nervousness, because the senior deacon of the Church of the Night is underground, and discussing this kind of topic at this juncture is simply asking for trouble for himself.

Moreover, the annoying little kid in front of him has a real record of reporting, which is more deterrent than empty threats.

Who do you think is the reason for me not sleeping in the middle of the night? ! ! The past two days have been so comfortable that I even forgot about his bad mouth
Klein Moretti grinned and complained loudly in his heart. Then he put away the false smile on his face, sighed deeply, and let go of his right hand in the cold eyes of the blond boy. Palm.

"Ron, no matter how hard you glare at me, it won't work. After all, your appearance will only make your expression less intimidating!"

The young Nighthawk seemed to praise and mock, which made Ron raise his eyebrows in surprise.

He didn't waste time on this little brat. Just as he turned to leave, he heard a plain voice coming from behind him.

"See you soon, clown."

This pun successfully caused Klein Moretti to stop in his tracks, and he turned his head in shock to look at the mysterious little kid behind him.

"You know!?" "Oh, of course I know, because there are people who are shouting that they want to be clowns all day long, and they can't stop them."

Ron's golden eyes did not waver at all, and his tone was as calm as ever.

With a "bang", a feeling of weightlessness came, and he was pressed against the wall by Klein Moretti's shoulders.

"Do you know that the fortune teller's Sequence 8 potion is called clown!? Stop pretending, little brat, I have never revealed this information in front of you!"

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

Faced with this problem, the blond boy snorted arrogantly, and in the astonished gaze of the fortune teller, he opened his palm with all his strength, then glanced at him with disdain, and turned to the reception of the Blackthorn Security Company. hall.

Last night, Ron's mood became very bad when he learned that the authority of the moon was in disarray and there was no rightful owner. This meant that the beautiful woman who had amazed him a few epochs ago had disappeared and would never be seen again. Can't get it back.

Therefore, he deliberately ambush Klein Moretti on his path today, preparing to deal with him.

But now, seeing the anxious look on that poor guy's face when he asked a question but couldn't get an answer, the corners of Ron's mouth raised slightly, and his mood obviously improved a little, not as low as last night.

"Damn it, wait until I pass the assessment and get promoted to Sequence Eight. Let's see how I deal with you when I get home at night!"

Klein rubbed his sore palms and showed in his heart what it means to be an adult.

Without any further delay, he suppressed the chaotic speculation in his mind and headed to the underground alchemy room.

The sound of the second hand "clicking" came from the wall clock in the reception hall, and time passed little by little with the sound of "clicking".

In less than an hour, the young night watcher arrived at the reception hall from the stairs leading underground.

"Ron, Deacon Sesima wants you to come over. He wants to consult you on something."

"Don't worry, it's just a regular inquiry, and I said a lot of nice things to you!"

The new Mr. Clown glanced around and found the little kid's position. He came to him with a smile on his face and relayed the instructions from the senior deacon of the Nighthawks in a low voice.

The blond boy raised his head and glanced at the Nighthawk in surprise. He didn't expect that the guy who always spoke ill of him behind his back would be so kind.

"I see."

Nodding slightly, he jumped off the high stool, moved his short legs, and walked through the familiar stairs. The blond boy arrived at the door of the underground alchemy room.

He didn't knock on the door, but just as he entered the captain's office, he pushed open the heavy door. The sudden sound startled Crestel Sesima, who was adjusting her high collar.

After seeing the height of the visitor clearly, the senior deacon of the Nighthawks hid his mouth in his collar and said in a magnetic voice:

"You are little Ron, you are exactly what Klein said."

"Tch~ That poor guy said something bad about me again. Let me tell you, don't believe his nonsense!"

Ron curled his lips, thinking that the fortune teller, no, it was the clown who always talked too much, making it seem like everyone knew him now.

"He didn't say anything, he just complimented you against his will. However, the conclusions I drew were based on the report submitted by Dunn. Of course, the report was also written by Klein Moretti."

The senior deacon of the Nighthawks said with a smile hidden behind his collar, recalling the scene where the Nighthawks praised the blond boy with an expression of disobedience.

(End of this chapter)