Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 17 2-049: Don’t come over!
Shocked, the sequence path actually has sequence zero, and sequence zero is the level of the true god.

Shockingly, Extraordinary characteristics are actually conserved, neither increasing nor decreasing, and similar paths will attract each other.

Shockingly, the sequence pathway can be replaced, but it can only be replaced into an adjacent pathway.

"Hey! Mr. Ron, this is no longer common sense for Extraordinary people!!!"

At this time, Hazel, who was sitting in a crowded cafe, crazily studying the knowledge of extraordinary people, suddenly raised her head and complained to Ron.

The two men shouted in public, but did not attract any attention from the surrounding customers.

This situation had lasted for five days, and Hazel was amazed by the extraordinary ability to improve the flexibility of her fingers.

After five days of so-called common sense tutoring, even if Hazel was a novice, she could still discover the shocking secrets contained in those common sense.

If this were common sense, how could human society be so peaceful? ?

But Ron didn't have any consciousness about this. Is Sequence Zero's little thing still a secret?

When his authority was intact, the so-called Seven Gods could be reduced to ashes with just a few moves from him.

In line with the principle of keeping a low profile, he has restrained himself from bragging to his good friends.

If it weren't for the fact that his best friend's life level was too weak, he couldn't help but want to tutor her in old knowledge.

"Mr. Ron, the topic you are talking about is too far away!"

"Why don't you tell me about the ritual needs corresponding to each god in the ritual of praying to the seven gods?"

The girl's question stumped Ron for a long time. As someone who was always being prayed for, he didn't know what to do to make the great being pay attention to the tiny ant.

And he doesn't know what the Seven Gods like today?

The ritual of prayer is to attract the attention of the corresponding existence through the honorific name.

For example, if there is a god who loves money very much, even if your ceremony is not up to standard, even if your essential oil hydrosol is made of low-quality water-contaminated products, as long as your ritual altar is filled with banknotes, He will still respond to you and give you money. I will greet you with greetings.

The above are just metaphors. If there are any similarities, please comment!
Looking at the girl in front of him who had dark circles but was still bright and full of admiration, Ron cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Hazel, don't study too hard. You are like a rubber band that has been stretched to the limit. It will snap if you put a little pressure on it."

"What you need now is to relax!"

"But Mr. Ron..."

The girl instinctively wanted to refute, thinking that she could still learn, but Ron's next words made her forget about it.

"Well... I just came to Backlund not long ago, and I'm not very familiar with this place. I wonder if my good friend can take me around this bustling metropolis?"

"Of course! Where do you want to go, Mr. Ron? We can go to Philip's Department Store, where everything is interesting."

"Ah, no, Mr. Ron, you are a gentleman, you probably don't like shopping, right?"

"Then let's go visit the three cathedrals in Backlund. They are all landmark buildings in Backlund and are very magnificent."

"Ah, no, we are extraordinary people. Wouldn't it be a trap for us to go to church?"

Looking at the self-conflicted girl in front of him, Ron smiled slightly, and like the gentleman respected by the Loen nobles, he extended his small hand and made an invitation to go shopping.

"We can go take a look at these."

...Morrie Macht feels that something is not right with his daughter recently.

Not only do they go out early and come back late every day, they sometimes giggle in a daze. Even during meals, the family communicates with each other much less. And the most important thing is that they don’t take a servant with them when they go out.

All these anomalies gave this veteran and member of the House of Commons a bad premonition. He always wondered in his heart whether his little cabbage had been taken over by someone?
"No, Hazel is a child with strong independence. Even the children of nobles and wealthy people will not be looked down upon by her. What kind of person can touch her?"

Something is wrong, very wrong!

The old father's mentality is very contradictory. On the one hand, he wants his daughter to be more cheerful so that he can make more friends and connections.

On the other hand, she didn't want her daughter to be deceived by some noble children with false appearances.

So in order to understand the current situation, he took some free time today and planned to follow his daughter quietly to see what she was doing.
But he didn't know that his every move was being watched by a pair of golden eyes.

With a click, the door of the cafe, which was neither high-end nor shabby, was pushed open, and two figures, one tall and one short, walked out.

The tall one, with long dark green wavy hair and dark brown bright eyes, is his daughter, Hazel Macht.

The short one has blond hair and golden eyes, wears a monocle, and is wearing a three-piece formal suit. He looks like a minor.

If it weren't for the other person's clothes, Morrie Macht would be more inclined to think that Ron was a little girl rather than a half-grown boy.

After all, how can a man look so good-looking! ?
The midday sun shines through the haze into the streets, giving this gray and extremely monotonous city a different kind of vitality.

Morrie Macht watched his daughter and the half-year-old child go to the Philips Department Store. He saw them exchanging opinions like friends and giving each other gifts of their own choosing.

Then he followed them secretly, thinking that he was following them very covertly.

Watching them go to the outskirts of the Holy Wind Cathedral, they admired the majesty and authority of the Lord of Storms.

I saw them go to the museum in front of St. Cielline's Church and saw the brilliance of steam and machinery leading human progress.

Witnessed them coming to St. Samuel's Cathedral, sitting on seats in the open square, and hand-feeding those white pigeons that were not afraid of humans at all.

At this moment, the old father shed tears of relief in his eyes, as if he was lamenting that his daughter had finally grown up, finally become cheerful, and knew how to sneak out and make friends.

Although this has not yet reached what he expected, it is undoubtedly a good start.

Judging from the behavior of the blond boy, he was also a decent kid from a wealthy family, and making such friends was exactly what the father expected.

This means that the network is different from the network he manages, but the network resources owned by his daughter.

In Loen, in Backlund, in this country that values ​​conservatism and etiquette, you can live without parents and brothers and sisters, but the only thing you can’t live without are friends!
The afterglow of the sun shone on the earth, barely penetrated the thick haze barrier, and illuminated the top of St. Samuel's Cathedral.

Looking at this grand, religious and artistic picture, Ron let go of the white dove that was imprisoned in the space.

The white dove flew away in a hurry, carrying a belly full of food.

"Mr. Ron, look over there!"

The girl's voice sounded from beside her, as if she had seen something extremely interesting.

Ron looked sideways and saw two men wearing windbreakers and top hats, and a woman also wearing a windbreaker but without a top hat, walking out of a detective agency.

They kept stretching one arm up and back, as if they were the performance artists that Emperor Roselle said.

　Happy New Year~
　　I feel so bad that I have a cold. _(:з　∠)_
　　
　
(End of this chapter)