Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 221 The ancient sun god and I are so good that we wear a pair of pants! (3K)

"Mr. Sherlock, if you have time, you can come and listen to my sermon again. I will keep the money for you and give it to you next time. I believe God will protect you!"

"I understand, Bishop Hilde."

After waving his hand, Klein, whose weak point was squeezed, reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth and boarded the taxi with the few sulers left in his trouser pocket.

Fortunately, although it was already late at night, the taxi driver did not ask for the price randomly as reported by Backlund. Instead, the price was unexpectedly fair.

Perhaps this is the biggest role played by the "Yellow and Black King of Good Luck" today.

"No, maybe I have been living well until now because of luck!"

The great detective suddenly gritted his teeth and roared in his throat to comfort his wounded heart.

Leaning against the carriage, Klein's eyes were half-squinted and he began to think about all the accidents that had happened in the past two days.

There is no solution to the ambassador's threat for the time being, and we are still encountering this kind of thing. However, fortunately, there is no life-threatening danger yet.

The high-strength distilled liquor poured into the mouth of the blond boy, causing golden liquid to overflow from the corners of his mouth and wet the front of his white shirt.

Klein took a deep breath, made up his mind, and prepared to struggle like a salted fish first.

If he introduces the latter two rashly, he will probably lose this opportunity to become stronger. This is the most important thing!
"Hahaha, I'm laughing so hard. I didn't expect that he really has this talent. It's a pity that this poor guy's acrobatics are not on the Source Castle!"

He was not surprised to meet this poor man in Backlund.

"Slacker."

'If you really have no other choice, just invite Ron to my house. He should be a born demigod. When the extraordinary person sent by the ambassador sees it, he will be scared to death.'

'Forget it, I'll try my best to find a bodyguard first. If I can't find him, I'll write to Ron. If there is really no other way, 'Glory Church' will be the last resort! '

When Ron heard this, he curled his lips in disdain, his brows and eyes showing arrogance and arrogance.

Because the Source Castle in Klein's body has a very powerful aggregation effect with the Heavenly Lord's will in his body.

After all, it is a servant's duty to do something, and it is wrong to do nothing. It is also a servant's duty to serve his master. It is Medici's glorious mission, and it cannot be easily exempted by a few words from him.

"Ron, can you lend me 0-08? Tomorrow I will cook Trunsoest's palace dishes for you!"

The King of Angels looked at the blond boy who was drinking quite boldly, considered his tone, and spoke hesitantly.

Opening the bottle of Golden Ronchi produced in Backlund, Red Angel thoughtfully placed the mouth of the bottle in Ron's open mouth.

The blond boy's whole body was sunken into the sofa, watching the circus performance that was rare in this country, laughing so hard that he slapped his thighs.

Lazy shouts spread throughout the brightly lit but deserted villa. The Red Angel came in response to his new master's call, holding the wine bottle on the coffee table next to Ron in his hand while muttering softly. .

According to his research during this period, the gray mist seems to have a strong attraction to people or things in the diviner's path. No one can guarantee whether this is a clue to becoming stronger and finding the diviner's subsequent magic potion formula.

'I must kneel on the ground and sing Conquer! '

'Perhaps we can use this small-mindedness, no, the power of the Glorious Church is the ambassador, that greasy man with a big back looks like he is very powerful. '

'No, I'm not familiar with them at all, they may not be able to help me, and I can't trust them either. '

'No, I always blame Ron'

"Medici, bring the wine!"

He yells "you, you, you" when there is no use, and starts to be polite when something happens. It has to be said that this war angel is still very similar to his new master in some aspects.

"Hiccup!"

"Call Master!"

The blond boy patted his belly, let out a rare wine burp, and glanced playfully at the red angel standing aside.

I saw an extremely tangled look on the other party's face that combined charm and heroic spirit, and the two heavy things were shaking up and down uncontrollably due to the turbulent waves of anger because they were not restrained.

"Lord, master!"

It sounded as good as the sound of running water in the mountains, with the grace of a gurgling stream, which made Ron nod with satisfaction.

"Medici, 0-08 has been sold by me, but I can still take it over and use it in the past. What do you want it for?"

"Sold!? To whom?"

"Adam!?"

The red-haired elder sister's face was glazed over for a moment, and in just a moment he thought of the first suspect.

"Yes, He gave me something I absolutely couldn't refuse in exchange."

After taking another sip of wine, Ron did not hide anything and confirmed Medici's guess.

"Forget it, I don't have to!"

"Medici, you seem to be hiding something from me. You won't have another master outside, right? You are such a romantic guy~"

The provocation may be late, but it will never be absent. Seeing that Medici returned to his careless appearance, the blond boy pushed up his monocle, not hiding what he observed.

"No way, you are thinking too much, I only have you as my master!"

"Medici, stop farting!"

"Yes, Sauron is right. Dear Your Highness Ron, don't believe Medici's lies!"

The moment Medici turned around, both sides of his face split open with a "stab" sound, and two female voices came out.

One of them has a slightly gentle voice, and the other has a sweet and hidden voice. They are Sauron and Einhorn respectively. "Shut up you two!"

Hearing these two voices, War Angel suddenly felt something bad. As a good sister who has been fused together for thousands of years, he naturally knew the nature of these two guys.

They are really afraid that their brothers will have a hard time, and they are also afraid that their brothers will have a rich life.

Being miserable will implicate themselves, and living rich will most likely lead to being suppressed, so they are the ones who sincerely help Medici, and they are the ones who add insult to injury behind his back.

"Medici, even though you have become a woman, I can still tell at a glance how many hairs you have. You dare not chant the name of the true Creator here. You want to use 0-08 to go out and find the Aurora Society." Clues, right?"

"Einhorn is right. I felt something was wrong when you read the newspaper and saw the news about the Aurora Society. The two of us don't want to believe in that evil god with you!"

The two mouths spoke at the same time, instantly removing Medici's underwear, causing the blond boy to push up his monocle.

"The True Creator? Doesn't Medici believe in the ancient sun god?"

"Yes, the great His Highness Ron, the reason why he believes in the true creator is because Medici believes that the evil god is equivalent to the ancient sun god in some aspects!"

The Sauron brothers' knives were as sharp as ever, and with just one word, the War Angel was stabbed to the core.

What! ? That old bastard who holds my authority is still alive! ?
That half-crazy guy is the ancient sun god! ?
No, it’s the same in a sense
The blond boy was stunned for a moment, and his "Infinite Wisdom" began to produce countless ideas. It wasn't until a few seconds later that he put down the bottle and stared at the War Angel.

The expressions on his cute little face changed for a while, and finally Ron smiled, like a beautiful flower blooming in summer.

"Medici, why didn't you tell me this kind of thing earlier? The ancient sun god and I are good brothers who have worn the same pants."

He patted his chest "bang bang bang", got up and stood on the sofa with his bare feet, talking nonsense without any twitching of his cute toes.

The sight of this abnormal scene sent chills down Medici's back. Even the young man's perfect face could not calm the panic in his heart.

"Oh, stop lying. Your deceiving skills are not even as good as those two bastards Sauron and Einhorn!"

The red-haired elder sister's face was slightly distorted, and she roared angrily, seemingly dissatisfied with the young man in front of her for insulting her IQ.

He doesn’t know whether the “Lord” has sworn brothers! ?
"Medici, go and pray now, immediately, immediately!"

"Are you short of ritual materials? I'll buy them for you!"

When the blond boy saw this, he stopped pretending and kicked the bottle to the ground with a look of gnashing teeth.

Like last time, he wanted to find the true Creator's lair through the prayer ceremony and come to have a heart-to-heart talk with Him!

"I tell you, don't even think about it, I will never betray the Lord!!!"

At this time, the War Angel was like a forced little girl. His body was imprisoned in place and he could only shout "No, no".

But how can the great Ron Sotos be so easy to get rid of?
"Medici, just obey me!"

"If you don't want to pray, I have another way."

"I know a gathering of extraordinary people organized by the Aurora Society. You can definitely contact your master there~"

Pushing up his monocle, the blond boy raised the corners of his mouth slightly and gave the most sincere advice.

Sunday, morning.

Burklund Street.

Inside the residence of Representative Macht.

[The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck]

"this!"

"This honorary name is not that of the Seven Gods, it is the honorable name of the hidden existence that Mr. Ron said!"

Hazel threw the note in her hand on the table, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying.

She kept suppressing her damn curiosity in her heart, not allowing herself to recall the above content, lest she be harmed by evil beings.

As a "scammer" with rich occult knowledge at this stage, she has a profound understanding of this aspect.

After all, according to Mr. Ron, some beings become unlucky and poor once they begin to believe.

This is simply the scariest thing in the world!

Perhaps, only the big banker's daughter, Backlund's most dazzling gem, could avoid becoming poor.

"Well, this note was found in the middle of a book borrowed from Viscount Graylingt. Could it be that Mr. Viscount secretly worships the evil god?"

"No, I have to find out about this matter to prevent my friends from suffering a tragic ending!"

"Perhaps we can discuss this matter with Miss Audrey. Her mind is so smart and her observations are so keen. She will definitely be able to uncover the cultist!"

The girl who has always had a "superhero" complex made up her mind in her heart and decided to find the "cultists" hidden in Backlund's upper class society in order to annihilate them in one fell swoop without leaving any hidden dangers.

But at this moment, the space in front of her suddenly fluctuated. Habakak stepped out of the spirit world, took out a small note and handed it to Hazel.

"A letter from Mr. Ron? He really cares about me and even wrote me a letter!"

Seeing that there was no envelope, only a note, Hazel immediately knew who the sender was. A slight smile appeared on her face, and she was very curious about the content on the note.

"Is it because Mr. Ron cares about me? Or is Mr. Ron asking me to go out to play together?"

The girl opened the note expectantly and suddenly lost all expression on her face.

【When will Mr. A’s party start】

There was no emotion in this cold handwriting, and he was so perfunctory that he didn't even want to write more punctuation marks!
(End of this chapter)