Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 160 The Bewitchment from the Evil God of Time and Space
"What do you want from me? The afternoon card game is about to begin!"

Ron raised his head slightly and stared directly at the "shameless" guy with his golden eyes.

He didn't pay too much attention to this senior deacon of the Church of the Night, because the other party called him here just to explore his background or to find out his origins.

As for his identity being exposed, Ron didn't even think about it. If he doubted it for even a second, it would be a lack of confidence in his own symbol and authority.

Although after these two months of activities, the Seven Gods are most likely aware of his existence, except for himself, not even the mysterious bearded man knows where he is.

As for the secret power held by the goddess of the night, the blond boy was naturally wary of it, but in the endless future, there was always a possibility that even the secret could not be discovered.

Interpreted from a symbolic sense, Ron Sotos's authority is somewhat restrained by the Night Goddess. As the saying goes, he is above and the Night Goddess is below. No matter how ancient and secret the secret is, there will always be a day when it is revealed to the light of day.

And Emperor Roselle has a famous saying, that is, paper cannot contain fire.

"It's nothing, I just want to chat with you. After all, this is my own job."

The senior deacon chuckled and straightened the straight windbreaker he was wearing.

When Ron heard this, he immediately groaned twice. He glanced at the box on the table and said calmly:
"I heard Dunn say that you are the senior deacon of the Church of the Night?"

"That's right!"

"So you are the one favored by the goddess of the night?"

"Well... you can say that, but I don't think I'm the goddess's favored one yet."

Crested answered modestly to show his devout faith.

"How good-looking is the goddess of the night? Have you seen her?"

"what!?"

Crestel Sesima was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he had not expected such a jumpy topic.

The senior deacon of the Nighthawks frowned slightly. He wanted to warn Ron to show respect to the gods, but when his eyes saw the flickering eyes of the blond boy, he inexplicably changed the preaching that came to his mouth.

The other person is just a child, and it is normal not to understand this.

"As for your question, I can't tell you clearly. After all, I don't know the specific image of the goddess."

"Oh~ I see, are you married or have a girlfriend?"

The blond boy drew a long note and asked an irrelevant and slightly embarrassing question.

"Well, no, I plan not to marry for the rest of my life to strengthen my faith!"

"Oh~ tsk tsk tsk, never marry for the rest of your life, you are so awesome!"

Hearing the compliment from the blond boy, the corners of Crestel Sesima's mouth hidden under her collar slightly raised.

But before Mr. Deacon could finish being happy, he heard a sentence that made him break into a cold sweat.

"You're not the goddess who likes you, are you?"

This voice was like a curse, like the whisper of an evil god, echoing in his mind for a long time.

This is not to say that he is really interested in the goddess of the night, but as a devout believer, the topics raised by the blond boy always make him at a loss and always make him feel like he is passing by. On the one hand, he felt that this kind of topic was blasphemous and would only be provoked by evil gods and demons who confuse people's hearts.

On the other hand, he felt that the blond boy's thoughts were very strange, as if he was expressing some inner philosophy in the field of theology, or perhaps not saying anything at all.

"Ron, you must be serious about your beliefs, especially your gods, and don't make fun of them casually!"

Crestel Sesima's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately warned in a deep voice.

"Oh, really, but didn't you just say that you would never marry and strengthen your faith?"

"Besides, as a senior deacon, you have to travel to dangerous places and complete various tasks. Your salary should not be much. Even Dunn has a girlfriend, and you are still single. If you didn't like you, Goddess, what are you doing like this??"

"How do you put it in the words of Emperor Roselle? It sounds like, lick..."

"cough!"

While pushing up his monocle, Ron said "beguiling" words that disturbed people's emotions, but before he could finish speaking, Crestel Sesima suddenly interrupted his words with a clear cough.

"Faith is faith, and the dog-licking Emperor Russell said is dog-licking. The two are not the same!"

The senior deacon of the Church of the Night, who had been "bewitched" by a few words from the "evil god" and fell into the pit, emphasized one sentence and tried to distinguish the difference between the two.

"But there is no difference between the two. They both invest a lot in the early stage, but the rewards in the later stages are often not much. Although you have received rewards and become a senior deacon, it is just for a better job."

The blond boy spread his hands and pointed to the essence of the problem, once again shaking the firm belief of the senior deacon opposite.

"Bah, Fat Ball, look at your face, you are really despicable and filthy. I think you are just jealous that the followers of the Night Goddess are smarter than your followers!"

"That's right, Sotos, you are so shameless and despicable!"

At this moment, the two wills in Ron's mind saw the blond boy's evil behavior, and they all flaunted themselves and pointed fingers from the moral high ground.

"Haha, you two bitches are really blind. How can you talk nonsense without evidence?"

The blond boy curled his lips inwardly, disapproving of the neither salty nor bland pointing in his mind.

He raised his little head again and looked at the grinning senior deacon. Crestel Sesima put down his high collar and chuckled:

"Hey, little Ron, you are such a smooth little guy. You don't believe in the goddess, right?"

"If you believe in any god, that god is really unlucky to have such a smooth believer like you."

The words of the senior deacon of the Nighthawks made Ron curl his lips. He thought of Mr. Fool, who he believed in on the surface, and felt that what he said did make some sense.

"Okay, that's the end of the small talk. You are indeed as naughty and talkative as recorded in the data."

"I called you here mainly to inform you that we have asked the various Nighthawk teams to pay attention to your situation, but don't hold out too much hope. Compared to the past, I hope you can look to the future."

Cresty shrugged, indicating that he had finished speaking. Then he stood up, picked up the black box on the table, and went to the Nighthawk's office with the blond boy.

"Dunn, this little guy has to be left here with you. After all, no one in the church can take care of children. It's almost time. I have to catch the next steam train!"

(End of this chapter)