Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 213 Glory Church
Joe Wood District.

Minsk Street 15.

"Hey, is there no other business besides looking for cats?"

Sherlock Moriarty put down the newspaper and spoke of the troubles of the poor.

This guy hasn't gone out much recently. He has been at home, relying on his own vision, trying to find profitable investment opportunities in newspapers.

However, Backlund's great ingenuity has yet to win the recognition of this "great detective" whose vision transcends the times.

Putting down the newspaper, Klein looked up at the living room, which was mediocrely decorated and had outdated furniture styles, and let out a sigh.

"Alas~ The clown's potion is almost finished digesting, and the fortune teller's follow-up potion formula has not yet been seen. What kind of place is this to become stronger..."

"Why don't you write to the little brat and ask, I happen to have his contact information."

"No, in his mind I am a dead person, and dead people can't write letters..."

"It's you?"

"Of course, fate is always so wonderful!"

He pretended to be very experienced and spoke in a deep voice.

As a traveler from a big foodie country, this behavior of resting on his laurels made him quite uneasy, and he always felt as if he had become the "dregs" of society.

"He is also a private detective, his name is Zerrell Victor Lee. He is my employer. He has been missing for many days!"

"What kind of commission is it?"

The picture in his mind instantly reminded Klein of who he was.

The big detective who opened the door and came to receive the guest took the lead in saying hello. He slightly stepped aside to indicate that he could come in for in-depth communication.

Arriving at the sofa in the living room, Klein, who had a great success picking up customers for the first time, nodded slightly and immediately got to the point.

Klein's eyes lit up, which meant that he had a new commission coming!
The former night watcher quickly stood up and hurried to the door. Before he could turn the door handle, the figure of the visitor appeared in his mind.

"No, sir, I do have a commission."

The big boy in a military coat also clearly recognized Klein, who looked at him several times at that time.

"Want something to drink? Do you have a commission?"

Just when the great detective was thinking about whether to give Ron a surprise, the ringing of the doorbell interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, little sir, do you have any entrustment?"

"Uh, sir, I want you to find someone."

"It's him?"

As a foreigner who came to Backlund, the rent, clothing, housing and transportation here all challenged the bottom line of his wallet. This poor man could only watch the gold pounds flowing like water every day, only going out but not coming in.

Klein responded with a smile, signaling that he recognized him in an attempt to get closer to this potential client who might provide the commission.

Outside was a big boy wearing an old military coat. His red eyes were looking at his house number slightly uneasily.

When he first came to Backlund, he had met each other while taking the steam subway.

"I once went to his house to look for him, but all the signs and secret mechanisms we had agreed upon had been touched, and I couldn't find him through other channels."

The big boy wearing an old military coat clearly expressed what he had encountered, as if he wanted to provide the necessary clues to the detective in front of him.

"Honestly, you should go to the police in this situation."

"Because based on your description, your employer is probably in some kind of danger."

Klein lowered his head and thought for a moment before giving his opinion.

"Sir, I tried, but the police said Mr. Zerrell's disappearance was too short to open an investigation."

"Furthermore, I also asked Mr. Zerrell's detective friends for help, but they all said they had met Mr. Zerrell at a private detective exchange meeting!"

"So I can only find you from the newspapers, Mr. Sherlock Moriarty. You are the great detective who has just arrived in Backlund. You are different from Detective Zerrell's friends."

"Perhaps it is as you said, Detective Zerrell is in danger, he seems to be being coerced!"

Only then did the big boy with red eyes show a panic expression befitting his age.

"What do you need me to do? If we want to rescue the hostages, it might be safer to report the crime."

Klein nodded and used his spiritual vision to confirm that the other party was not lying.

He pondered for a moment and decided to see what the employer's requirements were before deciding whether to accept the commission.

If the other party wants him to rescue the hostages, then he will have to reveal his hidden identity as the "Joker"!

I hope Backlund doesn’t have Batman…

Klein silently laughed at himself.

"Sir, I just need you to find Mr. Zerrell's current location. I will explain the rest to the police!"

The big boy obviously heard what the big detective meant and did not propose a more difficult task. He just hoped that the gentleman opposite could find the location of his employer so that he could decide his next move.

Klein frowned slightly and thought about it in his mind for a long time, while his fingers were twirling and flexibly playing with a copper penny.

Suddenly he raised his hand and threw the copper penny issued by King George III of Loen when he came to power into the air.

The collision between the airflow and the metal produced a "buzzing" sound. The sound grew from small to loud, then from large to small, and finally stopped in Klein's palm.

Opening his palm and taking out the copper penny, Mr. "Clown" saw the result of his divination. The head is upward, indicating affirmation!
"I can accept your commission, but how should the price be calculated?"

Klein nodded slightly and asked the question he was most concerned about.

"Sir, I have two payment methods. One is that I will give you a part of the deposit first, and then I will give you additional money based on the difficulty and progress of the subsequent tasks."

"The second is that I will give you 5 pounds in cash directly. No matter whether the next task is simple or complex, I will not pay any additional compensation."

The big boy spoke clearly and clearly, obviously very experienced in this field.

"Well...I choose the first payment method."

There is no need to think too much, Mr. "Clown" chose the way that can obviously make more money.

"By the way, besides what you just said, are there any other, additional clues?"

"For example, do you think someone would kidnap Mr. Zerrell for some reason?"

After signing the confidentiality contract and paying the current deposit of 1 pound, Ian Wright suddenly heard the detective opposite ask.

He frowned and thought for a few seconds, and suddenly remembered that Detective Zerrell seemed to have his leg broken one day before he disappeared, and he was asked to report it to the police station through secret channels.

Report a small church that just appeared in Backlund not long ago.

Its name is.
"The Glorious Church!"

The big boy blurted out, as if he felt that Detective Zerrell's disappearance had something to do with them.

Why don't you call the Church of Glory Holy Light Church?
Hearing this name, Klein silently cursed in his heart.

"Mr. Sherlock, Detective Zerrell's disappearance seems to have something to do with them. They tried to intercept Detective Zerrell before and even broke one of his legs, but he escaped in the end!"

Break a leg, this is a church! ?
The corner of Mr. "Clown"'s mouth twitched slightly, and he complained in his heart again.

No, the name of the Church of Glory sounds like a name only used by the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, but how could the Church of the Storm allow heretics to preach in its own territory?
There is a problem, a big problem!

"Well, this clue is valuable. I will find that poor detective as soon as possible!"

Klein nodded, thinking it was necessary to go there and take a look.

Backlund.

Bridge South District.

One hundred meters opposite the Harvest Church.

A small church that is not too big stands here, with the afternoon sun shining on its somewhat broken roof.

"Father Utravsky, thank you so much."

Hilde was wearing a slightly old clergy robe and nodded to the three-meter-tall giant bishop in front of him.

"You're welcome. The Mother Goddess is kind. Helping those in need is an act that He approves of."

"But, is this really a belief recognized by the seven major churches? Sorry, this is not my presumption, but I don't seem to have heard of the existence of the 'Dominator of Time and Space'."

Faced with the clergyman's thanks, Father Utravski said politely.

He looked at the 'Glory Church' that had just appeared opposite the 'Harvest Church' last week with some doubts.

Because even the "Eternal Blazing Sun", "God of Knowledge and Wisdom", and "God of War" who are the Seven Gods cannot radiate their beliefs to the territory of Loen.

But what happened to this 'Dominator of Time and Space'? He seemed to have never heard of the name of this existence.

If it weren't for the fact that Ms. Hilde in front of him didn't hide anything and was doing what a clergy should do, and there was no evil atmosphere inside the church, then he might have reported it to the three major churches.

"Father Utravsky, God's faith is recognized by the three major churches, and this church was kindly donated by the 'Church of the Night'!"

The timid Hilde was no longer timid, and seriously took out the church's land deed from his pocket, and the unique Holy Emblem of the Night of the "Church of the Night" was stamped on it.

"That's no problem, but it's not that simple to preach in Backlund."

Seeing that the lady had provided evidence, Utravski felt relieved and shared his own missionary experience with a smile.

"Lord Hilde, the floor has been mopped!"

At this moment, a man with a greasy slicked back, who was obviously from the Southern Continent, walked over. It was Steve, the "Wronged Soul".

He did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest when facing this divine envoy, and expected him to say good things to himself and his two younger brothers in front of the god, which perfectly reflected his devout faith.

"Mr. Steve, thanks to your help, if I were alone, this church might still be unusable."

Seeing her companions who also believed in God, Hilde smiled and gained the courage and faith to face this strange city.

"Master Hilde, this is just a small problem. I have some things to do, so I won't stay here for long!"

After taking a look at the oppressive priest next to him, the enemy decided to get out of the way first. Although they were now "cleaned up", they were still a little scared of the members of the Zhengshen Church.

With a flash of his body, Steve disappeared, as if to warn Utravsky not to have other little thoughts, Extraordinary.
There is also one here at their 'Glorious Church'.

"Master Steve, what should we do next? Should we return directly to the Southern Continent, or continue here?"

They came to a corner to meet up with the two younger brothers. As soon as Steve appeared, he heard a good question.

"Jason, are you a pig? Although our mission failed, we must go back with some results. We must get the manuscript of the 'Third Generation Difference Engine', so there will definitely be a reward!"

"There is an obvious technological gap between us and here. If we don't pay attention to industrial development, how can we defeat countries like the Northern Continent!?"

(End of this chapter)