Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 220 House slaves with four surnames (3K)

The taxi drove very fast, and within ten minutes, it arrived at the gate of the "Glory Church".

The church is not big, but it is very neatly maintained. Although there are many signs of damage on the exterior walls, they have also been renovated. If you don't look carefully, you won't be able to find these tiny details.

After Steve paid the fare, the three of them got off the carriage with the big detective.

The Glorious Church, as its name suggests, has extremely clever glass decorations inside. They reflect the light of the gas wall lamps at different angles, making the interior of the church extremely bright.

As soon as he entered, Klein saw a lady dressed as a clergyman walking forward and leading him to the chapel's holy emblem.

"Please! Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, all of this is God's will!"

Steve, who was following him, pointed at the props under the holy emblem and said cheeringly.

Klein glanced in the direction of the finger, twitched the corner of his mouth, and his face turned red suddenly, ready to turn around and leave.

I saw not only red noses and various colors of oil paint on the ground, but also a dozen throwing knives, several red, blue, yellow and green balls, and the most outrageous thing was, there was a unicycle!

"I, this is not a threat to you, but the most sincere suggestion. You can treat it as a sacrificial ceremony, and there is no one in the church."

"Well, I'm the best at juggling!"

Isn't it just juggling? I'm the best at it!
As the saying goes, follow the heart and follow the end. If you should be timid, you have to be timid. Only the ability to bend and stretch is the "wisdom" to survive in the extraordinary world.

Don't worry, you guys have even prepared the wheelbarrow.
After hearing this, Klein cursed in his heart, but he was polite on the outside and did not dare to show the slightest bit of strangeness.

When the time comes, he will most likely become the "clown" lying on the turntable, facing a flying knife.

"Yes, Mr. Sherlock, I have received God's will. I can tell you responsibly that some of your previous remarks have offended God, so you must follow His instructions to please Him, otherwise"

Very well prepared!
At this moment, the great detective felt as if there was a voice echoing in his ears.

With his face smeared with paint, a red nose, riding a unicycle and throwing four-color balls, the great Mr. Fool began his performance.

Please start your show!
"Ahem, are you sure your god wants me to juggle?"

"Otherwise something bad will happen!"

Emperor Russell's famous sayings are still full of philosophy even after nearly two hundred years.

In the chapel of the "Lord of Time and Space", Sherlock Moriarty was sweating on his forehead. He used the clown's ability to master balance to step on a unicycle while swinging four throwing knives rapidly.

Life is unpredictable, you never know which one will come first, the accident or tomorrow.

What kind of god is he? This is so funny!

He rubbed his palms and made sure again that the church door and windows were closed, and that there were no pedestrians around.

Hearing this, Mr. "Clown" raised the corners of his mouth to hide his inner fuss and embarrassment.

But without even mentioning his name, this petty existence sent his men to find him. Klein couldn't guarantee whether the juggling event would turn into "turntable throwing knives" after he showed his dissatisfaction.

Seeing this gentleman's confusion, Hilde, as a bishop, quickly stepped forward to explain, trying to make this guy understand the seriousness of the matter.

Klein Moretti was a little unconvinced at this time and asked as if to confirm.

"Really, then I really thank Him."

ten minutes later
"Mr. Sherlock, you don't have to work so hard. In fact, God is very merciful. As long as He recognizes your mistakes, He will not take your offense into account."

Feeling the hardship and helplessness of this fate, Klein's thoughts were flying wildly, and he felt that something was rapidly digesting and dissolving in his body.

At this moment, his "Joker" potion was completely digested.

This works too! ?

Klein raised the corners of his mouth and concealed his inner shock with a happy smile.

Ever since he came to Backlund, ever since he learned that Ron and Cohen were still alive, he had relaxed and secretly felt happy.

And when he divined that the man behind the scenes turned out to be the out-of-control Archbishop Ins Zangwill, he was filled with anger.

Because, all the coincidences in Tingen City seemed to be caused by him using the stolen "0" level sealed objects. Megoose and the descendants of the evil god were arranged by him, and Mr. Z of the Aurora Society was also arranged by him.

This kind of coincidence almost caused a major blow to the Nighthawks team, and even caused him to die once and lose a job with a weekly salary of ten pounds!

However, things turned around far beyond what this guy expected. Just when he was about to regard Inz Zangwill as the target of revenge, he found that the other party was dead!
The divination screen was so clear. He saw with his own eyes that Leonard fired six shots and successfully sent away the bastard.

This made Klein stunned for a moment, and he was speechless for a long time.

The real protagonist always starts to explode after the death of his companion.

Leonard, Leonard, am I still alive to affect your performance? ? You couldn't have used your secret earlier! ?
Except for this complaint that no one could hear, Klein's short-term and long-term goals changed accordingly.

Because Zangwill is dead and there is Lanrevus, and he must continue to become stronger and find a way home.

"Well, you must at least become a high-sequence person. I don't know what level the emperor became. Even he couldn't find a way home."

"The ability to create coincidences is really amazing. It's a pity that the sealed artifact has probably been recycled by the church."

"The captain and Leonard got promotions and salary increases, but I can't even receive my own pension."

After wiping the hot sweat on his forehead, Klein complained in his mind, took the warm water handed over by Hilde, and drank it in one gulp.

"Sir, do I have the honor to introduce our Lord to you? Since He led you here, it means that God thinks highly of you."

Sorry, no need.

Hearing the nun opposite ask this question, Klein could only dare to refuse so decisively in his heart, for fear that this petty man of unknown origin would send down another oracle and let him play tricks again.

"Ahem, Bishop Hilde, actually I believe in the God of Steam and Machinery."

Klein first spoke firmly to defend the god he had only believed in for a week, and then he pretended to be hesitant and asked:
"Furthermore, I don't know whether this belief is legal in Loen. You know, even the 'Eternal Blazing Sun', who is also one of the seven righteous gods, will be hostile in Loen and be expelled from the country."

Well, don't blame me if you're illegal or ostracized by other churches.
Muttering secretly in his heart, Klein had a new idea.

Rejection also counts. If you refuse directly and forcefully, not to mention what the lady bishop in front of you will think, even the three strong men blocking the windows and doors of the church will have to rush over and break his legs.

In his opinion, this question will be a sure blow. The kind lady opposite will definitely not embarrass him after learning about his difficulties. Then he can successfully leave, and the further away from this petty god, the better.

"Mr. Sherlock, please rest assured that our faith is jointly recognized by the three major churches. This church was donated by the 'Church of Dark Night'. These tables and wooden chairs were also provided by the 'Church of Storms' and 'Church of Steam'. You don’t have to worry about whether it’s legal or not.”

"Although this church has just been established, and although there are no followers of God in Backlund other than us, we are still an organized and disciplined church."

Mr. Fool's eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard these breaking news.

Aren't you still being targeted by the seven major churches some time ago? Why is it legal now! ?
We are both evil gods, why are you so good? Co-author, you really went to the Seven Gods of Hard Steel! ! !
Then I, Mr. Fool.
Forget it, Mr. Fool should stay in the dark corner.
Gazing blankly at the only four people in the church, the news about this talented artist's bold "New Era" evil god flashed in his mind, and Klein suddenly had a realization.

Today, if he dares not to agree, he may have to stay here forever.

"Well, Bishop Hilde, I mean, if you want to change your faith easily, it must be a long process, and it is impossible to change suddenly all at once."

"I think you can introduce this existence to me first. I have to carefully weigh and guess it."

The great detective did not say whether he agreed or disagreed, he just said that he would think about it, and it is completely normal for a pagan who wants to change his faith to have such concerns.

"This is exactly what I want to do!"

Seeing the gentleman across from him, he finally relented, and the bishop's lady, who was technically serving as a missionary for the first time, began to talk endlessly about the greatness of the "Dominator of Time and Space".

“God lifts us up from suffering, teaches us how to resist, and gives us courage and hope.”

"He knows which lands in this world have been ravaged by him; He also knows which lands still bear his trampling; He also knows why when he tramples on the suffering soil, no one can see his face..."

"God is the key to the door. Through this door, countless spaces gather here."

“In Him was the past, in Him is the present, and in Him is the future, for in God are all things.”

"He is the master of time and space. He is also the destination of the world and the end of all things. He is also a rich man with endless wisdom and controls countless wealth."

After hearing these titles, Mr. "Fool" felt that his honorable name was simply too weak. In terms of bragging, he only recognized this petty "Master of Time and Space".

Although he was a little frightened after hearing this, Klein still carefully wrote it down. He planned to inquire about this existence at a Tarot meeting or elsewhere.

Time passed by minute by second, and the bright light of the wall lamp shone on him, finally ending his sermon.

Klein also took a deep breath, took out thirty pounds in cash from his wallet as if resigned, and threw it into the church's offering box with trembling hands, as if he had deeply realized his mistake.

The police bail was only twenty pounds.
With his heart beating like a knife, Klein cursed, and after successfully paying the protection fee, Klein seemed to be completely hollowed out, and he left this place that made him heartbroken in vain.

(End of this chapter)