Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 182 The Fool: Who knocked on my window in the middle of the night?

The Queen.

In the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

"Dad, do you know what just happened?"

Audrey Hall trotted all the way and came to Earl Hall, who was invited by the Archbishop of the Church of the Night two hours ago. With a worried look on her face, she took over her father's coat on behalf of the maid and asked curious questions.

"Audrey, I thought you would be more calm, wait reservedly in the living room, and then ask questions about this while chatting with me."

"Dad~"

Earl Hall looked at the coquettish daughter in front of him, shook his head with a smile, and directly told the information he knew without showing off.

"I don't know the specific situation now. The three major churches control information in this area very strictly. Even the envoys sent by the royal family were turned away."

"However, the Archbishop of the Church of the Night revealed some information to me. It is said that a high-sequence powerful person belonging to the royal family has quietly disappeared in St. Cyril Cathedral!"

But why did the general of the Royal Army disappear from St. Cylline's Cathedral?
It was impossible. He found that he was no match for Mr. Ron, so he ran to the church for help, right?

Could it be that Mr. Ron was discovered by the three gods and met with something unexpected? ?
No, the church's attitude is very strange. If that's the case, there's nothing that can't be said, unless...

Bah, Audrey, what are you thinking? Mr. Fool is a god, you are just a Sequence Nine!

Because everything that happened in the sky over Backlund just now, as well as the familiar name in the newspaper this morning, caused the mind of the ridiculously beautiful aristocratic lady to fly wildly, and many thoughts emerged.

"Yes, disappeared without leaving any trace."

Audrey Hall spoke in surprise and exclaimed.

The Duke's only recent deed is the news that he killed Qilingos this morning, but the two seem to have nothing to do with each other.
The pirate general was most likely killed by Mr. Ron, and the other party probably took the credit.
Wait, his disappearance cannot be related to Mr. Ron! ?

When Audrey Hall thought of this, the storm that was like a natural disaster and could destroy the entire Backlund in an instant came to mind.

"disappeared!?"

It's Mr. Fool!
He took action in time to take away His beloved!

If only He could...

Could it be that Mr. Ron went after him just because of this trivial matter? But with his face-saving character, he might really do such a thing
This is Backlund, why is he... He is so powerful!

"Dad, do you know who the strong man of the royal family is?"

This……

Her green gem-like eyes shrank slightly, shaking uncontrollably as if she had lost her calmness.

Unless they think this matter is embarrassing enough and will affect the prestige of the gods, so they block the news and don't let anyone know.

"It's him!?"

Audrey Hall immediately withdrew from the audience state when she heard the name. She immediately raised her arms, just like what she learned in etiquette classes, and used her palms to cover her surprised and worried expression.

The beautiful noble lady suppressed the surprise in her heart and wanted to get more information from her father.

"I know, it's Duke Mahat Augustus, the army general of the kingdom."

He really loves Mr. Ron!
Xiao Erwuzai's green eyes lit up, remembering the great existence above the gray mist.

If only Mr. Ron could pamper me like this!
The girl felt a little admiration and thought with a bit of embarrassment.

"Audrey, there is no need for you to worry or be afraid of this. Archbishop Anthony has already stated that he will send a team of Nighthawks to secretly protect you."

Seeing the changing expression on his daughter's face, Earl Hall smiled and comforted her.

No, Dad, you have no idea what's going on!
"Yes! I understand, my dear Earl Hall~"

Audrey Hall suppressed the chaotic speculation in her heart, regained her composure, and responded to her father with a smile.

……

Tingen city. Daffodil Street.

The bathroom of Moretti's house.

At this time, Mr. Fool, who knew nothing, was doing the final cleaning before going to bed.

He got rid of the bulging in his lower abdomen, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and returned to his room feeling quite refreshed.

He has been very busy these past two days.

"But fortunately, that little guy Ron has calmed down a lot in the past two days. He only knows how to play cards and rarely causes any trouble to me."

When Klein Moretti thought of this, a relieved smile appeared on his face, as if he had put down some heavy and arduous task.

He lifted the quilt, found a comfortable angle and lay on the bed, using meditation techniques to fall asleep quickly to spend this wonderful night.

One hour……

Two hours...

Three hours……

"Dear Mr. Fool..."

Suddenly, noisy prayers suddenly sounded, causing the great Mr. Fool to instantly open his bloodshot brown eyes.

Ron, you deserve to die!

Klein's first reaction was that the incorrigible little kid was secretly causing trouble in the middle of the night.

However, after listening carefully, I found that the prayer sounded like a female voice.

Is it Miss Justice?
Taking a deep breath, Klein Moretti regained his composure, then got out of bed and walked four steps backward, entering above the gray mist.

"Dear Mr. Fool, because of the incident with Qilingers, I have to take leave for the next Tarot meeting..."

It turned out that I was asking for leave... I thought something was wrong.

"The Fool" Klein nodded, using the gray mist to manifest his own image, and transmitted it to the crimson star belonging to Miss Justice.

After finishing all these operations, he wrapped himself with spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling, and left this mysterious space.

As soon as he returned, Klein did not rush to sleep. Instead, he walked a few steps under the crimson moonlight and waited for more than ten minutes.

After finding that there were no prayers coming one after another, he nodded with satisfaction, returned to his bed, pulled up the quilt, and used meditation techniques to fall asleep peacefully.

It's half past four in the morning.

"Dear Mr. Fool..."

A rough and heroic prayer sounded suddenly, causing the great Mr. Fool to open his sleepy eyes.

Ron, you deserve to die!

With a habitual curse in his heart, Klein Moretti dragged his zombie-like body into the gray fog again and agreed to Mr. "The Hanged Man"'s request for leave.

What's going on lately? Why are both of them asking for leave?
The empty-handed Mr. Fool leaned on the high-backed bronze chair, feeling a little confused in his heart.

The next time the party is attended by an innocent child and a scheming brat, forget it, just cancel it!

"It's a steal of half a day's leisure!"

"The Fool" Klein sighed in Chinese above the gray fog, then manifested an image and announced that the next Tarot meeting would be cancelled.

After stretching, Klein Moretti looked at the pocket watch that appeared and returned to the real world again.

It was only half past four, and he could still get another nap.

(End of this chapter)