Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 241 Provocation still depends on talent (3K)

"This"

He is not afraid of thieves, but afraid of being noticed by thieves. Although he considers himself not handsome, as a man who was almost pushed into bed by a witch, he is very wary of this, especially since the other party is still a handsome man. In the case of the highest sequencer.

Given his small body, if something bad happened, he probably wouldn't be able to resist even if he wanted to, and he probably wouldn't be able to even shout out.

'No. I have met too many witches. Could it be that I am still a very attractive man?'

With a slight laugh to himself, the great detective took out a quarterpenny from his pocket, flicked it into the air, and was immediately caught by Xiaosha.

The king's head is facing up, indicating affirmation and indicating that he should follow!

This time Klein's divination was about himself, so he was full of confidence in the results.

"Ron, let me go to the bathroom!"

After saying hello, the great detective took direct steps forward, regardless of whether the owner of the place agreed or not, and followed the direction in which Medici disappeared.

After walking through the hall and witnessing the golden patterns and various precious works of art that made him smack his lips, Klein's smiling expression gradually became serious.

At this moment, he suddenly felt frustrated that he didn't want to work hard and be Ron's servant.

'Klein, these are just money. What's all the fuss about? Where's your dignity, your personality, and your perseverance?'

Sighing slightly, the poor man raised his head and saw the red angel who was smoking a cigarette and leaning against the door frame, waiting for his arrival.

"You're here? It seems I didn't misjudge your IQ."

"In fact this is not difficult for soothsayers to understand."

If I pretended not to see you and turned around and left, I don't know what your expression would be.
Klein responded politely, cursing in his heart. He always had the urge to ridicule this guy who spoke arrogantly.

"Do you know why I asked you to come here?"

Medici asked in a disdainful tone after taking a deep breath from the cigarette and glancing at the low-end "divineer" in front of him.

"I don't know."

He couldn't possibly be trying to show off how much money he made working for Ron.
Klein still responded politely and cursed again in his heart.

"Hmph, it seems that your IQ is not very high. You are still like most diviners, timid, stupid, and particularly perverted."

A beautiful smile appeared on Red Angel's lips, and he mocked loudly.

In recent days, Aaliya has not come back to live, and he and Ron are the only two panting people in this villa, so he is really suffocated.

As for why he didn't mock Ron, it was because that guy really couldn't stand it after being ridiculed too much. He would always beat him up before giving up.

"Miss Medici, if you have nothing else to do, I will leave first."

In terms of perversion, I am far inferior to the "witch" who throws around her underwear. After all, you are "complete perverts" in the physical sense, and you are probably also a bit perverted mentally.
With another slander in his heart, Klein suppressed the complaint that would make Medici furious. He still had a fake smile on his face and responded politely.

"Here, boy, you probably need this!"

Seeing that the fortune teller on the other side was so easy to bully and was quite weak in words, Red Angel's bad mood improved a lot.

He turned his hand, and a translucent eyeball suddenly appeared. As soon as the eyeball was exposed to the air, Klein's eyes were attracted to this thing.

"This is the extraordinary characteristic of the Secret Puppet Master, and it is also the main material that can be used to prepare Sequence Five magic potions."

The Red Angel explained briefly, and then raised his eyebrows. His facial expression seemed to be saying, Do you want it?
"Ma'am, what price do I have to pay in exchange for this?"

"Ten thousand pounds or its equivalent"

Before Medici could finish his words, Klein turned around and left after hearing such a huge sum of money, without any nostalgia.

If it's a thousand pounds, I can still struggle, ten thousand. I may not be able to save it in this life, but Sequence Five is indeed worth the price, otherwise I'll just work as a servant for the little brat.
He secretly thought that it was a pity, and he had the urge to rely on his own skills to make Ron a soft meal.

"You can consider it. It doesn't have to be money. It can also be something special and more precious."

Seeing such a decisive refusal from the little detective opposite, the Red Angel was stunned for a moment and quickly opened his mouth to explain.

But it was better not to speak. As soon as he opened his mouth, Klein suddenly crossed his arms and walked a little faster unconsciously.

Seeing the great detective behaving like this, Medici's eyelids twitched, he suppressed the anger in his heart and gritted his teeth:

"I want that charm on you!"

"That spell contains the voice of a great being!"

"Boy, I repeat, you are very suitable for provocation!"

I told you earlier...it's my fault...I thought you were thinking about me...but who would want such a charm...

Upon hearing the specific request, Klein immediately stopped and recalled the ear left behind by the "Listener" that he spent four hundred pounds to buy, and turned to the "dirty words" he got from harassing the true Creator above the gray mist. ".

To be honest, even though this talisman is ordinary, its origin and essence are enough to compare with the characteristics of sequence five.

Especially for precise target customers.

"Miss Medici, is this what you're talking about?"

Klein took out "Dirty Words" from his pocket, used meditation techniques to suppress the slight ringing in his ears, and asked again as if to confirm. "That's right! The characteristics of this secret puppet master are as useless as yours, so I can only exchange them for something valuable!"

"What? Do you want to change? According to the perverted appearance of your diviner, do you need to wear some underwear?"

Medici raised the corners of his mouth to mock.

"Oh, deal!"

"There's no need for underwear, after all, I don't have a hobby in women's clothing!"

Klein immediately agreed to make a deal, and then he didn't get used to Red Angel's constant chatter, and immediately expressed his dissatisfaction with his own complaints.

"Shit!"

……

Early the next morning.

"It's like a dream..."

Klein Moretti woke up from the guest room in a daze. He pushed open the high-end velvet quilt and reflexively wanted to go to the kitchen to prepare a clean, hygienic and nutritious breakfast for a little kid.

No, this is Ron's mansion, how can he cook for guests?
After being stunned for a long time, Klein finally came to his senses and realized that things were no longer the same as before.

'Sigh~ It makes me sad to think about it. The captain, Leonard and the members of the Nighthawks team got promotions and salary increases, but I, the biggest contributor, can only survive in Backlund.'

"The poet classmate killed Ins Zangwill with his own hands, and his status within the church should rise. Maybe he should be called Deacon Leonard."

The wandering thoughts suddenly came back, and the former night watcher stretched out and let the morning sun shine on his body.

Just like a sunny day after a storm, the haze that enveloped him has been completely dispelled, and the threat from Ambassador Intis has come to an end for the time being.

"Becklund is dead"

After reciting it silently seven times in his mind, Klein once again tossed up the one-half-penny copper coin and began to do divination.

With the avatar facing up, it means yes!
Beckron is dead! ?

Mr. "Clown" opened his drowsy eyes instantly, and his eyeballs almost fell out.

Klein remembered that he and Ron chatted very late last night, and with Ron's lazy temperament, it was simply impossible to complete Mr. Fool's mission on a stormy night.

Before the great detective could begin to deduce further possibilities, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the exaggerated and artistic gold relief on the wall of the guest room, and fell silent again.

The kid is so rich, he can hire a powerful Beyonder to handle his errands, and at the same time, he can hide his identity.
Damn it, can you do whatever you want if you have money? ?

"The debt I owe is too much. No, I have to work hard to pay off the debt. I can't really be a bully for a little kid, right?"

"And even based on the wages of hiring extraordinary people, if I have to pay back the debts I owe, I will have to be a servant for a lifetime!"

"0" level sealed artifact, kill Lieutenant General Hurricane, and now Ambassador Intis.

These kinds of "debts" were like huge mountains, weighing down the great detective and making him breathless, and these were not counting the little kid's affection for agreeing to take action.

'Actually, Admiral Hurricane should pay Mr. "The Hanged Man" a reward, but who asked me to collect his Russell diary?'

"Klein, what are you muttering about? You engaged in gambling and took out loan sharks to pay off your debts?"

At this moment, a childish boyish voice startled Klein. He turned around and saw a little kid who was no different from last night pushing a monocle behind him.

There is quite a "slave owner" demeanor in his words and deeds.

"It's nothing, I was just wondering how to repay you. After all, you helped me solve such a big trouble."

Klein felt a little guilty and responded vaguely.

"Then you come here and be my servant, I'm in short supply here!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and looked at this "conscience" guy with interest.

As you can imagine in Tingen City, favors are priceless, especially for some guys with moral standards.

"Well, I think I can repay the debt in other ways. Maybe I can help you introduce some suitable Beyonders."

For example, Maric was playing cards with the living corpses in the Brave Bar. According to Kaspars, he seemed to have great strength, was not afraid of bullets, and was a good worker.
Looking at Medici who had been busy outside the manor early in the morning, Klein thought of the extraordinary person in the Brave Bar who was very talented.

However, the great detective still had a certain conscience and did not immediately betray this guy who was not familiar with him.

"Klein, sometimes I hope you don't use your own opinions to consider others!"

"what?"

Mr. "Clown" was a little surprised and didn't understand what Ron meant for a moment.

"What I mean is, since you are so poor that you can't even eat, then don't imagine the strength of the rich!"

The blond boy pushed up his monocle and began to belittle him in Klein's familiar tone.

Hearing this, the former Nighthawk's expression suddenly became complicated, and he felt that the little kid had returned to his previous purity.

Finally got it right!
Last night, Ron, who had been chatting with him and treating him very "gently", was indeed a lie!
(End of this chapter)