Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 197 The Twilight Hermits’ Third Session (3K)

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

Seeing the kid across from him showing a wicked smile, Red Angel Medici suddenly felt a familiar feeling of unease in his heart, and felt as if he had been deceived by the other party.

The purpose of deceiving him is naturally to give him a goal and let him work hard.

Just when the War Angel thought more and more something was wrong, he saw the kid opposite curled his lips in disdain and snorted arrogantly.

"Huh, 2000 ml of the blood of a mythical creature from the hunter path, 100 grams of narcissus essence, 30 grams of star crystal, 10 pounds of gold, 20 grams of brass, 6 grams of lapis lazuli phlogiston, and a piece of Philosopher's Stone blessed by the gods."

He fell into confusion as he listened to the little kid reporting a bunch of information that he had heard or not heard of.

I just feel that the other person seems to have the beauty of an ancient sun god tutoring him at this moment.

"Heh, this is the main material for your body. It's the formula I just came up with. It absolutely matches you. It's guaranteed to be as natural as yours!"

Ron patted his chest, looking down at the confused hunter with a sense of superiority in knowledge and wisdom.

Make money, not shabby.

Ron leaned on his sofa, grabbed the white quill pen with his left hand, and took out the silver cross pendant from his pocket with his right hand. The corner of his mouth curled up, part of his will was divided, and he instantly arrived at the steeple church in the ocean of collective subconscious.

At this moment, He only felt that he was being controlled by that little brat, with no room for change.

"Damn it!"

It was as if the church was already in his possession.

Soren Einhorn Medici gritted his teeth and reluctantly ate the "savoury" pie.

The blond boy looked up at the sky and suddenly sighed.

After looking at the gorgeous church and sighing, the blond boy groaned in desire, then he pushed open the arched door with a bang and walked in.

"Okay, I've told you the recipe, go to work, this is an advance payment!"

Ron was quite satisfied with this Backlund residence. After all, it was countless times more luxurious than that poor man's home!
"It's just that the lighting is not very good..."

The blond boy smoothed his ear-long hair, jumped off the high-backed chair, and left without stopping.

At this moment, just as he walked out of the door of the restaurant, Ron tilted his head, fed his new servant the last bite of pie, and then left without taking a single cloud with him.

"Hmph, you know what the heck, I used my invincible wisdom to deduce this, how can the mere Earth Mother Goddess compare with me!"

His pace was so unrecognizable, a bit more free and uninhibited than the previous times.

It was already noon.

After drawing the pie, Ron went shopping for the villa with a garden he bought a few hours ago.

The warm sunshine shines into Backlund through the haze, which is a little less open than the splendor of Tingen City.

"This won't be too much. It's not like I haven't seen the refinement of life before, the Earth Mother Goddess Church."

He looked left and right, silently recording all the unpleasant things so that the guy from Medici could repair them.

"By the way, to tell you the truth, I have channels to obtain these materials. When you can have your own body depends on your performance at work!"

After being stunned for a few seconds, the King of Angels, who had been trapped underground for thousands of years, suddenly sighed, accepted his fate, picked up the plate and began to wash it.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Shiji~"

There was no waiting, no hesitation, the old voice of Hermes imitating the posture of a young girl came, successfully making the blond boy pause for a moment.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Scholar~"

Ron's reaction was different from the previous times. He accepted Hermes' greetings with a smile, tilted his head in a cute way, and politely greeted the old gentleman opposite him with a young and sweet voice.

Hermes was elated when he heard this greeting, his old face turned red, and he lost himself in an instant.

Alas~ I misunderstood Him before. What a good person he is.
It seemed that he felt that his last "complaint" had successfully allowed a certain guy to regain some conscience, understand the difficulty of his own work, and no longer add unnecessary burdens to him.

Hermes sighed in his heart. He looked at Ron, feeling that this little kid was getting more and more pleasing to his eyes.

But before the old gentleman could say a few polite words, a white quill appeared in his field of vision. The quill was extremely fast and came to him in an instant.

And Hermes didn't even think about it. He stood up, rotated 180 degrees in the air, and grabbed the pen with a very elegant gesture like a conditioned reflex.

Before he could take a closer look, he felt eyes gathering on him, and one of them came from the top of the stone table, and it looked so familiar.

"0-08?"

Someone among the party members exclaimed. This voice belonged to the relatively senior party members whose strength level was high enough. They looked at Hermes and stared closely at the white quill in his hand. grass! not good!

Hermes' smile froze on his face, and he quickly raised his hand and tried to throw the hot thing back.

But at this critical moment, the faint voice of the blond boy echoed loudly inside the church.

"Mr. Scholar, I gave this to you. I know that you have objections to the leader, so you have always wanted to take his place. However, because you are not strong enough, you have to secretly accumulate strength to win over the members and plot ulterior plans in secret places. ”

"Don't worry, with my support and the members you have won over, we will oust him together. When you become Sequence One, I will support you as the new leader!"

What a conspiracy!

Hermes had layers of cold sweat breaking out on his back, because he had already felt the "awe-stricken" looks from the party members. He wanted to step forward, block the little kid's mouth, and slap him hard. He whipped him a few times.

"Ahem, Mr. Timing, don't play this kind of game."

"Mr. Scholar, start planning now, I'm ready!"

Just when Hermes coughed slightly and was about to explain clearly, a female voice as clear as a bird's song instantly interrupted his words, supporting Hermes's nonexistent, ulterior, and long-plotted "evil plan." .

The naughty witch Aria spoke up in time and supported her master. She never misses any opportunity to flatter her!
Why are you joining in the fun? It’s none of your business. Why don’t I know what your plans are? ! !

Hermes' eyes almost popped out of his head, as if he didn't expect to receive support (backstab) from the party members in this situation.

"The general trend is the general trend, Mr. Scholar, this is the trend of the times!"

"So... hurry up and start your plan!"

Seeing this, Ron pushed up his monocle again and looked at the old man who deliberately disgusted him with an undiminished smile.

"Well, Mr. Shiji was joking, there is no plan."

Drops of cold sweat broke out on Hermes' forehead, and he became the most handsome boy in the room. Everyone's eyes were focused on him, including the one at the top of the stone table.

The eyes at the top of the stone table kept scanning him, as if they wanted to see what dark, evil, and unfathomable things this founder of human mysticism, the creator of the ancient Hermetic language, and the second-in-command of the Twilight Hermits could do. The plan to tell someone.

"Okay, I understand. It seems that you want to continue hiding and be prepared for nothing."

"Is it possible that Sequence 1 cannot satisfy your appetite, and you still want to become a dreamer!?"

"Mr. Scholar, you have a really big appetite, but based on your preparations, I think this plan has a 98% chance of success!"

Shut your bad mouth! 98% tall!
Hermes screamed crazily in his heart, but he didn't expect that this little kid would start persecuting him without any warning.

What a daydreamer, bah, if you keep talking, He will be a daydreamer!
"Hey, everyone, don't listen to his nonsense. There is no plan. You all know me. I work hard to organize the organization without any complaints. I haven't even slept for thousands of years."

"And to achieve the goals of the organization, I personally act without slacking off at all. Everything big and small is handled by me. How could I have a bad plan!?"

Hermes expressed the merits of his hard work in a clear and logical manner. He seemed to be explaining to the party members, but the underlying meaning of his words was obviously not meant for them.

"So, Mr. Scholar, you really dislike the heavy workload and are full of complaints because the leader is indifferent, right?"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle, not letting the old guy off so easily. He changed the topic to something else, but it made Hermes even more nervous.

What the hell!
Hearing the words hidden deep in his heart, Hermes was speechless for a moment.

At this moment, He knew that He was finished!

As an angel of the audience path, He naturally knows what kind of power this path has.

Regarding Ron's "joke" just now, he believed that the leader could see his loyalty.

Although the leader can see it, as a subordinate, he naturally cannot act too calmly. He has to refuse righteously or deny it fiercely.

And the reason why he was so nervous was mainly because he was frightened by everything this little kid said.

But now, the other party actually used a trick to trick out what was in his heart. This is a little bit...
"hehe."

Two bleak laughter echoed, perfectly reflecting the complex mood of the person involved. As an audience, Hermes's performance just now was indeed a bit embarrassing, and I'm sorry for this approach.

However, at this moment, when he saw the 0-08 in his hand, he understood everything at once!
grass! Dog thief!

Regardless of his own dignity, the old gentleman raised the middle finger invented by Emperor Russell at Ron, and then angrily sat on the stone high-backed chair, looking in ruins.

With the display of Hermes, the magnificent church, which was resplendent and decorated with various complicated decorations, was silent for a few minutes.

"Hey, now that everyone is here, let's start the party."

Suddenly, a calm and gentle voice came from the top of the stone table, taking over the work that should have been his.

(End of this chapter)