Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 219 Let’s juggle! Mr. Fool! (3.6K)

"Praise be to you, the ruler of time and space, your brilliance illuminates the endless universe, and your knowledge covers all dimensions..."

"Great 'One of All', we salute you, we pray to you, may your light shine forever, may your knowledge spread forever..."

"You are the symbol of wealth, the master of that door, the great 'Transcendent' and the true 'Immortal'."

Either passionate, or low, or rhythmic prayers echoed in the ears of the great Ron Sotos. These prayers of praise sounded so pleasant at this time, and they made the world excited.

Even at this moment, even if the 'Lord of Mysteries' is in front of him, Ron can still use his good mood to pick out many of the other person's advantages.

For example, He is now completely dead, which is undoubtedly a very big advantage.

Advantages that everyone agrees with.

For another example, the authority of his sect is very useful. In a sense, except for the "witch", the extraordinary people of the 'apprentice' path will be loved by the extraordinary people of all paths.

This is also a very big advantage.

This shows that "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" is not hated by people and is still very popular!
Staring at those light spots, the great 'Key to the Door' planned to personally answer the prayers of his followers in the Southern Continent.

Why don't you ask for the manuscript of the Difference Engine directly from yourself?
The "infinite wisdom" that neither answers nor listens to prayers thinks like this without reflecting at all on whether this is his own problem.

"Praise you, the infinite wisdom of omniscience and all-seeing. That manuscript is related to a child named Ian Wright, and he seems to be looking for a private detective named Sherlock Moriarty."

But at this moment, a sudden burst of light caught Ron's attention. This prayer had just been sent out, and its owner was undoubtedly in Backlund.

"In Backlund, your followers want to know the whereabouts of the manuscript of the third generation difference engine of 'Hermeshuin'. They are in trouble and want to ask for your help."

At this time, this ritual of requesting a response from the gods is like a large "trap", quietly waiting for someone to take the bait.

"Flowers that symbolize wisdom, please convey my prayers to the great God. Symbolize the 'sweetness' of all good things, please bring my words to God."

Because it is a good thing to know how to make progress and not always ask for things from him, which he appreciates.

Hilde is kneeling on the ground, and on the altar in front of the nun, white flowers symbolizing "knowledge" and "wisdom" are sprinkled on it, and the sweet-smelling cream cakes and ice cream cones are never missing.

The blond boy's thoughts flashed through his mind, and he immediately raised his arm and touched the illusory light spot, causing it to suddenly expand and seem to turn into a golden sun.

But looking at the seriousness of his followers, the blond boy thought it would be best not to disturb their enthusiasm.

"The great ruler of time and space, the ultimate point of unity of all things, the infinite wisdom of omniscience and all-seeing, your servants offer you praise, and your servants ask you for advice if they have questions."

We haven't seen each other for a few days, why are you so angry?

The great will began to check the relevant information of the spiritual world, but when he found a certain great detective, the eyes of 'Infinite Wisdom' suddenly stopped and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Um? Sherlock Moriarty! ?
What kind of detective is this? Isn't this our great "Mr. Fool"?

"Yin En Wright and Sherlock Moriarty, right?"

The blond boy looked at this scene and curled his lips unconsciously.

"The destination of the world, the end of all things, your poor believers want to know whether it is your will to clean up the "defectors"..."

Church of Glory.

"Should be my nun"

Bridge South District.

Suddenly, at night, inside the brightly lit chapel, waves of spiritual wind blew, and as a clergyman, Hilde's eyes shone with light, as if endless wisdom had descended upon her. Same on her.

The clergyman suddenly picked up the absorbent pen that he had prepared, and began to write and draw on the blank page while trembling and twitching.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.
The pages of the notebook were filled with complex and incomprehensible mechanical structures, and the titles on them were about industrial foundations and more advanced theories of gunpowder firearms.

Although a small notebook cannot carry all aspects of knowledge, the great existence has thoughtfully compressed this knowledge.

This is a gift directly from God and can be called a holy thing!

After an unknown amount of time, the incongruous gifts before and after this mystical ceremony gradually came to an end, completely breaking the sense of fragmentation inside the church.

Such a style of painting may only be understood by members of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.

"Find him, let him come to my church to praise me, give me all the money he has, and perform juggling..."

"Defectors need not worry..."

Sister Hilde looked at the portrait she had drawn, which showed the great detective having fun and not knowing what was about to happen.

She murmured unconsciously, repeating God's will.

“What’s the deep meaning of God doing this?”

Mortals cannot discern God's will. No matter how outrageous it is, there must be secrets hidden behind it that mortals don't know.

Feeling the pain in his mind, he flipped through the notebook in his hand again. The cleric realized the preciousness of this thing given by God.

This is an important item that can shorten the technological gap between the northern and southern continents. It is a well-deserved gift from the gods.

"Mr. Steve, God gave me a response..."

……

late at night.

Minsk Street 15.

"Oh~ I didn't expect that the first order my detective made was a loss-making transaction. Unfortunately, these cannot be reimbursed at all..."

Seeing the messy rental house and the damaged furniture, the great detective who had just returned from the police station couldn't help but sigh. Maybe I should be lucky that I didn’t go investigate that Glorious Church, otherwise my legs might have been broken too...

Zerrell's body with one leg lame flashed through his mind, and Sherlock Moriarty muttered in his heart as if he was in pain.

Although we encountered misfortune and paid a lot of money, life must go on.

The helpless Sherlock Moriarty had no choice but to cheer up again, dragging his somewhat tired body, and spent two hours rearranging the messy room.

Only then did he have time to sit on the intact sofa and think about the next strategy.

Behind that Meursault turned out to be the ambassador of the Kingdom of Intis. Hey, is this what time travelers have to go through? ?
What kind of good luck is this? I hope it won't happen again.
As soon as he complained in his heart, Klein unconsciously shrank his neck because he felt a cold wind blowing from the window.

"No, where is the cold wind coming from? My windows are closed tightly!"

Suddenly, this guy realized something was wrong, and he quickly stood up and rolled over. The clown's intuition saw him behind him, and he didn't know when a middle-aged man with a greasy slicked back appeared.

With a "bang", his door was pushed open violently, and two muscular, shiny and bare-chested strong men came in.

These three people surrounded the weak, helpless and pitiful detective, as if they were persecuting the professional soap collectors in the prison.

Extraordinary people, these three people are actually extraordinary people!
Klein was slightly frightened and noticed something was wrong, but he did not take action first or run to the street and shout for help.

Because the clown's spiritual intuition did not feel any malice at all, but instead felt the glances of the three strong men constantly scanning back and forth.

"Hey, you three, it's rude to rush into someone else's house in the middle of the night."

And I am a detective, I only sell my art, not my body...

Feeling the anxious gaze, Klein couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"Are you Sherlock Moriarty?"

The room was anxious for dozens of seconds before Klein heard the greasy man with a thick back who had appeared inexplicably behind him and asked questions.

"Yes, three gentlemen, if there is anything we can talk about slowly, it is not polite for you to do this."

The former Nighthawk used the clown's ability to raise his lips and test the other party's purpose.

Someone who is an ambassador? It doesn't look like it at all, and the attitude is wrong...

He kept guessing in his mind.

"No need, Mr. Sherlock, let me explain in advance that we are from the Glorious Church of Backlund, and God has just sent down an oracle, asking you by name to go to the church to praise Him, and also to perform a juggling act!"

"Where are you going, what are you doing!?"

Klein Moretti was stunned for a moment, rubbing his ears in disbelief?

Church of Glory, isn’t this the cult organization that broke Zerrell’s leg? Why did it come to the door so quickly! ?

It's for Ian! ?

And what is the oracle! ?
Why do you want me to go there by name? ?
I've been targeted by the evil god, or my fool's vest has been pulled off! ?
At this moment, many question marks appeared above Klein's head.

I can’t figure it out, I really can’t figure it out!
"Three of you, who is your god..."

In the end, the former Nighthawk used all the clown's extraordinary abilities to fail to lift the corners of his heavy mouth. He looked around with the corner of his eye, as if he wanted to escape while the three of them were answering questions.

"Our God is the ruler of time and space, the final point of unity of all things, the infinite wisdom of omniscience and all-seeing!"

"God said that you have blasphemed Him, so he sent an oracle to ask you to go to church to show your sincerity!"

Damn, it’s that unlucky guy!
As soon as Steve finished speaking, Klein realized who he was talking about!
He was extremely impressed by this god who was tricked by his subordinates. After all, "Mr. Fool" often used him to warn him.

Brother, I was just joking and had no other meaning. Why did you take it seriously? ?

Recalling the bragging he had with Mr. Z two weeks ago, "Mr. Fool" realized what it means to be impermanent in life. The big intestine wraps around the small intestine.

No, not long after he finished bragging, the other party sent his followers to come over by name to regain the "place". It seemed that if he didn't agree, his legs would be broken.

This is not only a little funny, but also very weird and terrifying. Even when facing Megoose, Klein does not feel this powerless.

Mr. "Clown" remembered that he had never chanted the other party's honorable name or any other title.

Not a word!

He is so cautious, but the two parties have not had any contact, so how on earth did he get targeted by such a narrow-minded god! ?
This matter went beyond his imagination and beyond Klein's inherent knowledge.

Because this is neither scientific nor mystical!
"Wait, omniscient and omniscient!?"

Suddenly, "Mr. Fool" had a clear understanding and realized the authority held in the other party's honorable name.

Only the authority of gods can break common sense and make mortals unbelievable.

That unlucky guy is the real deal, a being that can compete with the seven righteous gods, and his honorable name is naturally not just an empty shell like his own.

This undoubtedly represents part of the other party's essence, a rather terrifying and terrifying essence!
grass! Maybe He is looking right here!

"Well, is that just apologizing and performing a sideshow?"

Klein showed a narrow smile and followed his inner choice.

Of course, the prerequisite for compliance is that he has not felt the other party's malice yet, only the strong bad taste.

Judging from the performance of evil gods such as the 'True Creator', under the premise of offending the other party, this hidden existence only allows himself to show sincerity and perform acrobatics, which can definitely be called friendly.

There is no other reason, it’s all because of the good support from my peers!

(End of this chapter)