Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 204 Mr. Ron is here to invite you

"Aliya, you traitor!"

"Oh, sister, don't say nonsense without proof. I am loyal to the sect~"

"On the other hand, you always hold on to my sister and won't let me go. You are also suspected of instigating the sisters of the sect~"

It has to be said that even though she is a loser among losers, the fact that Aria was favored by Ron shows that she also has extraordinary talent in some aspects.

This hand was like a soft rubber ball, which made Pannadia extremely angry.

It can be said that the verbal attacks had no effect at all, and she couldn't fight him if she tried to attack him. This made her momentum frustrated again and again, and she soon had nothing to say.

"who are they?"

The desperate Nightingale gave up her plan of verbal attack and turned to look at Ron, who was wearing a black robe and looked very suspicious, and the Red Angel, who was disguised and floating in the air.

[The Witch of Despair can tell that the red figure is an evil spirit, an evil spirit that can rival high-sequence powerhouses! 】

Ron's golden eyes turned and stared into the eyes of the "Witch of Despair". Before Panatia could ask any questions, he chuckled:

The quill was not stained with ink, and it quickly wrote on the robe on its own.

[She kept the secret cooperation between the Witch Sect and the royal family very well, but she did not know that the existence in front of her was inextricably linked to the Psychological Alchemy Society. 】

[The carriage that Triss snatched in a hurry is naturally not as fast as Edsac's carriage. It will be intercepted and stopped in 7 seconds. Yes, this is very accurate. 】

"I can help you control the divine vessel that just ran over, and I can also help you cover up the clues of human trafficking!"

"Despair Witch"'s pupils shrank, she didn't expect this mysterious guy to know so much. Before she could make any move, she saw the young man raised his arm, and a white quill flew out of his robe.

Ron pushed up his monocle again, and the cute little look made the "Witch of Despair"'s bright face blush again and again.

Panatia mumbled a little and said:
"Your Excellency, it is a pity that our sect does not need to cooperate!"

Then the blond boy threw something out of his robe, but the Witch of Despair did not catch it. Instead, she took a few steps back to keep a safe distance, and then looked carefully at the ice blue metal cylinder on the ground.

The desperate nightingale sneered, showing an expression that was just as expected. Then she glanced frivolously at the handsome blond boy, and her bright and bright face suddenly turned red.

"We are invited helpers and want to seek cooperation with the Witch Sect!"

"Are you members of the Psychological Alchemy Society!?" Panatia asked curiously, then turned to look at her seniors and tested again, "Alia is not familiar with your Psychological Alchemy Society?"

[However, she is not nervous about this, because the Witch Sect also hides other demigods secretly. If this useless senior really wants to attack her, then she can completely withdraw. 】

[Desperate Nightingale, Panatia doubted the great "Master of Time and Space" and his servant "Xiao Hong". She glanced at the gods and evil spirits in front of her suspiciously, but found no clues. 】

[She recognized what it was without a doubt. She recognized that the sealed object belonged to the royal advisor "Hvin Rambis" and belonged to the Psychological Alchemy Society. This made her let down her guard and everything was proceeding reasonably. 】

[In Backlund, demigods are the top power! (I guess so)】

"Oh, you don't have to hide it from us. I probably know something about the cooperation between you and the royal family. In fact, we should be considered colleagues in different departments."

"Cooperate!? Aria, you really have someone outside us!"

"you!"

"No, it's not the Psychological Alchemy Society. I can only say that it has a lot to do with the Psychological Alchemy Society. Anyone who knows about it can understand it. You can ask your senior management for details. In short, we can definitely cooperate!"

Ron's eyes passed through the layers of obstacles and saw 0-08 written in his black robe. He pushed up his crystal-carved monocle, imitated Amon's posture, and looked at the witch leisurely. .

[And Triss, who is the witch who is the vessel for the divine descent, used the "0" level sealed object to break away from the psychological suggestion. Naturally, she also noticed this. She was ready to jump out of the carriage and no longer hide her extraordinary ability. 】

[Due to an irresistible coincidence, the flower pots on the third floor of the townhouses on both sides were blown by the night breeze, straight down at a speed of 11.25 meters per second, and happened to hit Triss who was about to escape. On the head. 】

[This is very coincidental, but it is also inevitable. Our stories are never made up! 】

[The witch was dazed, half-conscious, with only 9.8% of her own consciousness left. She was picked up by Prince Edsac, and kissed her mouth affectionately without any resistance. 】

[In a minute, they will pass by here again and return to the Rose Manor in Edsac. This is destined to be a night of fragrance and enjoyment...]

The white quill pen stopped writing this, causing layers of cold sweat to break out on Panatia's back.

One minute later...

The sound of horses galloping and the sound of wheels rolling over stones seemed to come closer and farther away.

Seeing that the "story" written by this quill pen had all become a reality, the desperate nightingale showed a very forced smile.

"Sir, what do you want?"

she asked.

At this moment, the "Witch of Despair" even doubted whether she was deliberately arranged by the other party.

"I want a copy of the extraordinary characteristics of Witch Path Sequence 4, or the corresponding materials!"

Infinite Wisdom tilted his little mouth, pushed up his monocle, and said words that made the "Witch of Despair" heart tremble and the little "War Angel" chill, and then added:

"Don't worry, I don't want it from you." "I have shown enough sincerity, now it's your turn!"

The great Ron Sotos looked at the witch, waiting for her answer.

The blond boy planned to sneak into the Witch Cult to see what the royal family and the bearded man were doing, and then carry out his own sabotage.

On the one hand, he was holding the bearded man's little handle, but on the other hand, it was naturally because...

Many of those slaves were from the Southern Continent, and a few even believed in him directly.

Sigh~ It’s all that poor guy’s fault. His stupidity must have affected me, otherwise how could I care about such a trivial matter... I don’t know how he is doing now... Let him wake up at night. …

In a flash of thought, the blond boy recalled Mr. "Clown" whom he had not seen for several days.

"Your Excellency, I need to consult the senior leaders of the sect who are leading this operation, so I can't give you an answer now..."

Panatia's eyes wandered and she spoke hesitantly.

"Huh, I don't like waiting!"

"I only give you two days!"

Ron Sotos snorted arrogantly, and then dragged his two men away from here.

The crimson moonlight was like a veil, falling on the streets with dim street lights, silently covering up everything that had happened before.

Kingdom of Loen.

The capital of Jianhai County.

Constant City.

"The unique red moon, symbol of life and beauty, mother of all spiritual forces"

Inside a small townhouse, there were waves of prayers echoing.

This townhouse had obvious signs of being renovated, but it was different from the rental houses that had been converted into cubicles and rented out to dockworkers and starching ladies.

Its entire body is interconnected, forming a lobby on the first floor, a library, a drawing room, and an open-air astronomical observation deck on the second and third floors.

If outsiders can successfully find the main entrance of this strange building, they will be able to find a signboard that is not much larger than the door number hidden underneath.

"Astrological Science Research Association"

In this age of steam and machinery, in order to meet the needs of the middle class for a higher quality of life, various clubs have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Unlike the fortune teller club in Tingen, which is a group of magicians, the scientific research association here is obviously full of learned people.

"I never expected that the stars we have been studying can be observed and interpreted using mystical methods!"

"Venus, Red Star, Brown Star, Blue Star and Red Moon all have existences equivalent to the Seven Gods. Does this reveal the ultimate mystery of the universe?"

"Thanks to Mr. Christian Hans Beria, without him, we would still be blocked from knowledge by the scriptures of the Seven Gods, and our thoughts would be imprisoned by their churches."

"Humanity started a war for resources, and there are so many kind beings in the starry sky. We can definitely march towards the sea of ​​stars as proposed by Emperor Russell!"

The old man with a gray beard who had studied the starry sky all his life sighed. At this moment, he seemed to have a heavy mission.

As the so-called star realm is, it is as big as the universe. He wants to see it. He wants to guide the future of mankind so that his own race will not be trapped on this small planet.

"Bang bang bang-bang bang!"

A huge knock on the door sounded, with a rhythm of three long and two short, suddenly waking up everyone in the drawing room.

"Don't be nervous, we are one of our own!"

The leader of the old man comforted the club members, and then quickly came to the door at a speed that was not suitable for his age.

There was a "creak" sound as the door opened a gap, and then the old man heard a surprised voice.

"Mr. Beria, please come in quickly. We have prayed to the gods in the stars as you said, and we have received a lot of knowledge and gifts!"

"Oh? Really? It seems that you are very efficient."

The "Blood Archduke" was just as usual, his cold expression revealed his indifference to life and his unconcealed depraved malice.

"Mr. Beria, I didn't know you were coming this time."

Seeing this gentleman's expression, the president of the club unconsciously took a step back and asked with some fear.

"Nothing, I just want to know which gods (pig) spirits (boys) have responded to you. In fact, I also yearn for the starry sky, and I also want to talk about some private things with those active gods."

"I mean pray to Him!"

(End of this chapter)