Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 233 The duo is invisible
East End, Hound Tavern.

The faded tavern sign and the dirty walls covered with mottled marks are hidden under the dim light of the elegant gas street lamp. They are shrouded in black and red darkness, making it difficult to tell the "actual age" of this tavern. .

However, this could not block the sight of the blond boy. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly remembered the not-so-high-end cafe where he and Hazel met.

Ron felt that he should not be equated with such a cheap place.

Humph, you are blasphemous
The blond boy curled his lips and looked directly at Hugh Dilcha who was laughing with disgust.

"Well, the most important thing about a place like this is that it is lively. At least it can make people forget about unpleasant things. In essence, it is no different from other places."

Of course, the most important thing is that it is cheap enough.

The down-and-out aristocratic lady added the second half in her heart.

To be honest, she felt a little regretful now. To be precise, she felt a little regretful after saying "I'm treating you".

As a poor bounty hunter, what ability and wealth does she have to invite a "demigod" to solve her troubles?
The status of a "demigod" is enough to make friends with the powerful nobles of a country at all costs, and they are often even invited to various high-end banquets.

Two glasses of Golden Ranch were only enough for him, Ron Sotos, to rinse his mouth.

The scenery of the creaking nest is not pretty, especially when it has some smell and hair.

They wisely moved out of the way and did not try to laugh at the two short men to avoid being judged by the "arbiter".

As a bounty hunter who rarely drinks but often frequents taverns, Xio nodded with bright eyes when hearing this familiar name.

The pungency on it can stimulate the senses of this incarnation to the greatest extent, causing his emotions to have slight ups and downs.

"No, I want two bottles!"

If you want to drink wine, I am afraid that only the 1286 Olmir red wine is qualified to be put on the table.

Maybe the consumption this time can be shared equally with the lazy guy at home. After all, Mr. Ron also saved her life.
Thoughts flashed through his mind, Hugh Dilcha, who was 1.52 meters tall, and Ron, who was 1.51 meters tall, pushed open the door of the pub and walked in.

Miss Arbiter is very familiar with such scenes. As a short person, she has her own method. She immediately whispered something in a low voice, exuding a convincing temperament and indescribable majesty.

"Have!"

As soon as they entered, the chaotic sounds instantly drowned the two of them. Looking at the tall and strong East District drunkards, Ron fell into silence again.

Ron looked up and asked what he was most concerned about.

To be precise, I fell in love with strong distilled spirits.

"My verdict is silence!"

"Two glasses of golden langoustine."

“Is there a Kim Lunch here?”

Of course, that kind of taste is very good, but wine with great staying power is still within his taste, such as expensive wines such as Sunia blood wine.

The drunkards blocking the road finally realized something was wrong. They lowered their "high" heads, closed their mouths that were spitting, and looked down to discover the "invisible fear" and the "invisible evil god." .

Arriving at the bar, Xio greeted the bartender familiarly. She had just ordered tonight's "dish" when the blond boy ordered a super double.

If it weren't for the taste, Ron would actually prefer medical alcohol.

Ever since he went to find the Ghost Empire and drank that wonderful golden liquid, the blond boy had fallen in love with these little guys.

"Oh my god, Hugh, if you want to drink, that would be a disaster. The boss has banned you from ordering any alcoholic drinks here, let alone this strong distilled liquor!"

"Moreover, you actually brought a girl who is underage and your height to drink. Oh my God, Hugh, you are..."

"Okay! Stop talking, we are adults, and I want a cup of ginger beer!"

Are you still a minor? Have you ever seen a minor who can take down the "Hurricane Admiral" with only one hand? He could easily kill me with one hand.
Xio's face suddenly turned bitter, and she ordered a drink suitable for her height. "Hugh, do you want to drink this?"

Seeing that the guy who was treating him only ordered a glass of ginger beer, the blond boy adjusted his monocle and shook the wine glass in his hand.

"Mr. Ron, drinking makes you forget your worries. Drinking will only make others and myself more troubled. The tables, chairs, and cups here are all precious."

As if aware of the vague ridicule, the bounty hunter took a sip of non-alcoholic ginger beer and explained briefly.

"Well, actually you are right, but there is nothing in this world that can make me forget my worries temporarily!"

Raising his head proudly, the blond boy glanced around at the drunkards in the tavern.

Already separated from reality, they seem to be immersed in their own world.

In a beautiful world.

At this moment, the bartender who was secretly watching Ron drink suddenly caught a glimpse of the "Demand List" on the bar. He immediately put down the cup in his hand, picked up the crumpled "List" and slapped it in front of the bounty hunter.

"Xiu, you came just in time. I helped you find a very, very profitable task. The client is very generous!"

He waved his arms grandiosely and used several consecutive adjectives, as if he wanted to attract someone's attention.

It was obvious that the pretty beauty didn't pay attention to him. The bartender then sneered twice and looked at the bounty hunter, explaining in detail.

"Let me tell you, this commission is an investigation task, and the reward is a full 200 pounds. If it weren't for me not being good at this, I would have wanted to complete it!"

"200 pounds!"

"I accepted this mission!"

The bartender wearing a black vest instantly attracted the poor bounty hunter's full attention.

Without even thinking about it, he slammed the cup on the table to show his determination.

Emperor Russell once said that if there is 100% profit, capitalists will take risks; if there is 200% profit, capitalists will flout the law; if there is 300% profit, then capitalists will trample everything in the world.

And 200 pounds is the same for bounty hunters.

This is simply as rich as Miss Audrey’s commission!
"Oh, in fact, many bounty hunters have already accepted it, including some who are as famous as you."

"This mission is very simple. It is to investigate a church that just appeared in Backlund recently, called the Glory Church."

"We must investigate its origins, how many clergy there are, and more importantly, when their faith spread!"

The bartender explained in detail.

"Oh? This is really a strange commission. Do you know who the client is?"

Suddenly, a childish voice came over, causing the bartender to turn his head instantly and look at the blond boy's extremely delicate face.

"Well, young gentleman, we will not betray our customers' information..."

Seeing this, Ron snorted disdainfully, reached into his pocket and dug in, and slapped a ten-pound note on the table with a "pop".

"Well, the person who issued the commission is a man. Although he is covering up, I can tell that he is from the Southern Continent!"

The bartender immediately changed his attitude, and under Xio's shocked eyes, he sold his conscience to the "evil god".

"People from the Southern Continent?"

Ron Sotos frowned and asked, somewhat doubting whether there was something wrong with his family.

"Yes, and according to my observation, his temperament and tone of voice are more like some cultural people, such as those literary connoisseurs, or those lecturers and professors in universities!"

(End of this chapter)