Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 23 Amateur Fortune Teller

"Well, there is no reason, haha, a very strong reason..."

Those four careless words kept echoing in Klein's mind, and he was dumbfounded by Ron's answer.

Co-authoring is just because you hate me, right?

Calm down, calm down, be calm, be calm, there is a naughty kid across from you, Klein, you have to cheer up, don't be like him.

When he thought of this, Klein calmed down his somewhat stiff expression, then raised the corner of his mouth and reluctantly changed the topic.

"Ha, ha, little Ron, you are so funny."

"Ha ha ha ha."

There was a dull, slightly embarrassing dry laugh, which made the atmosphere on the scene even more tense.

Fortunately, the cunning fortune teller never lacks good ways to liven up the atmosphere. Perhaps this is why the fortune teller profession is indispensable in the circus.

"Ron, I heard from the captain that you seem to have lost a lot of memory, right?"

"Ah."

Ron still responded coldly, but this response was full of meaning, and the indifferent attitude in his voice made Klein burst into tears.

In his mind, as long as this naughty kid doesn't cause any trouble and can answer questions normally.

"Hey, Ron, do you know?"

"I am a fortune teller in my spare time. Maybe I can help you recall your lost memory through divination."

The young Nighthawk had what he thought was a warm smile on his face, and like a street vendor, he deceived the little boy in front of him.

"No, I have real materials, how can I call it a liar..."

He unconsciously muttered something in his mind.

Seeing the Tianzun candidate in front of him acting like this, Ron pushed up his monocle again.

"Oh? Are you an amateur fortune teller?"

The blond boy wearing a monocle asked curiously.

What does it mean to be an amateur fortune teller? I am an amateur fortune teller. No, I am not even an amateur fortune teller!
Hearing Ron's words, Klein's forehead twitched. It was obvious that Ron's honey-smeared mouth made him very angry.

Ignoring the mad rants in his mind, Klein Moretti stood up without any nonsense and picked up a box of tarot cards from Dunn Smith's desk.

With a false smile on his face, he came to Ron and shuffled and cut the cards skillfully, as if he was asking the young gentleman in front of him if he wanted divination.

And Ron, who had already made up his mind and planned to use the trick, also gave face to him and gladly accepted Klein Moretti's invitation to play Tarot cards with him.

The cold atmosphere in the Nighthawk Captain's office slowly disappeared. Klein led the atmosphere and led Ron to perform divination for the other party. When he saw that the other party was enjoying themselves, he would also give Ron the tarot cards to help him. Explain the rules and teach him to divine for himself.

Alas~ It is indeed a child. As long as something distracts his attention, he will immediately become well-behaved and obedient.

Seeing that his method was effective, Klein unconsciously thought in his heart.

Time passed slowly. In this "warm" atmosphere, the two people who were already enjoying themselves did not notice that the wall clock on the wall had turned twice.

"Little Ron, what do you want to divine next?"

Seeing the end of another divination game, Klein smiled and asked Ron in a relaxed and happy tone.

Ron put down the Fool card in his hand and sighed.

Just now, when Klein was teaching him divination, Ron had already taken the opportunity to use tarot cards to figure out his underwear.

He found out everything including name, age, address, family, friends, when he joined the Nighthawks, and even what color underwear he was wearing today.

Although Tarot cards can only provide some vague revelations, and the rest needs to be interpreted by oneself, but with Ron's status, he can easily obtain this insignificant information in the spiritual world.

He looked up and saw Klein Moretti, who found nothing but was still coaxing the child seriously, and let out a long sigh again. "Ron, what's wrong? Are you tired?"

The long sigh of the blond boy attracted the attention of the Nighthawk. In the divination game just now, he also secretly divined Ron's origin.

However, the symbolic revelations on the Tarot cards were contradictory to each other, leaving the amateur fortune teller with no way to interpret them.

So, after several failures, he gave up, and instead of continuing to interpret the revelations of the Tarot cards, he really coaxed the children.

However, this does not mean that the cautious fortune teller has no ideas.

On the contrary, he is now becoming more and more curious about Ron's origins, but Klein conceals this very well.

He planned to tell Ron's Beyonder status and the strange divination results face to face when the captain came back. This was his responsibility to the Nighthawks team and to this child.

By the way, let the blond kid in front of me feel the dangers of adult society!
"Oh, Klein, Dunn said he would be back soon, but it's already been two hours..."

"Little Ron, be polite and call me brother."

Klein first emphasized, then thought about it and made a joke.

"Maybe the captain forgot us here?"

"..."

After saying this, the atmosphere fell into silence again. Klein and Ron looked at me and I looked at you, and they were stunned for a moment.

Fortunately, the sound of the door handle turning suddenly broke the increasingly quiet atmosphere.

"It seems that you two get along quite well, Klein. I didn't expect you to coax a child."

Dunn pushed the door open and entered. His gray eyes glanced at the tarot cards in their hands, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, teasing Klein.

Captain, you should thank this little ancestor for giving him enough face...

Klein Moretti cursed in his heart.

"Actually, little Ron is very well-behaved besides being naughty, right Ron?"

"Huh ╯^╰."

After receiving a positive reply, Klein's smile froze on his face.

However, he quickly came back to his senses. Seeing that the captain had returned, Klein quickly stood up and came to Dunn's side. He pointed at the blond boy sitting on the sofa, reading Tarot cards.

"Captain, this kid is an extraordinary person!"

"Extraordinary one!?"

Dunn was a little surprised, but he was not too surprised and asked back.

Because this situation is initially consistent with his previous speculation.

Children of medium- to high-sequence Extraordinaries will have a chance of inheriting their extraordinary parents, causing them to be equal to half of Sequence Nine when they are born.

And some, due to too much inheritance, will be born as a complete extraordinary person from the mother's womb.

Ron is obviously the latter.

"Yes, captain, and when I was playing tarot with that kid just now, I couldn't tell anything about his origins."

Another clue coincided with the speculation. As a child who was forced to flee, it was very reasonable for his elders to use special means to interfere with divination.

　I have signed a contract. The new author has never seen a monthly ticket. Let the children see it.

　　Tickets, meals, hungry.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)