Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 242 The great existence of the five spines and six beasts (3K)

"Instead of that, why don't you recruit some other servants?"

Hearing the blond boy's trash talk and feeling the embarrassment of being belittled, Klein showed a funny smile to cover up his hurt heart.

"Ordinary people are not suitable for my manor. What? Judging from your appearance, there is a suitable candidate?"

"If you can recommend it enthusiastically, it will effectively make up for the debt you owe!"

Pushing up his monocle, Ron saw Klein's inner struggle. Then he grinned and let out a seductive, irresistible whisper just like those evil gods and demons.

And Klein Moretti obviously didn't care about maturity. After hearing the "evil god"'s temptation, he immediately became entangled and ran all the way to the "abyss".

"Hey, Ron, you'd better not make any crooked ideas!"

"I know a gathering of extraordinary people. I can take you there tonight, but you just don't mess around!"

Klein said with a solemn expression.

After breakfast, the great detective stood up and left, not intending to let "capitalism" corrode his heart and soul here any longer.

As for the investigation mission here, Klein did not intend to give up. Although he had experienced the life of a rich man, five pounds was still important to him.

Sneaking out of the mansion without being discovered by anyone, Klein took a breath of fresh air and started his business of catching traitors again.

Seeing Ron's desperate look, Medici shook the pendant made of charms in his hand and said casually or as a reminder.

However, Klein's sincerity was rewarded with a disdainful snort and two harsh taunts.

Seeing Klein's busy back, Ron suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart, and began to reflect on whether he was a little too "useless" sitting at home doing nothing all day long.

The blond boy didn't even look at the red angel behind him. He snorted coldly and started to criticize Sang and Huai.

After seeing the breakfast that moved the poor man to tears, he first made a desperate promise that if he became rich in the future, he would definitely treat Ron to a big meal.

'To be honest, I feel like you two must have a lot in common.'

After ending the early morning conversation, he didn't say anything more. He pushed the little kid out of the way and went to the bathroom to wash up.

He wants to submit a normal investigation report to his client.

"If you have that time, you might as well study a way for the 'Lord' to break through the seven gods' blockade!"

A copy of Sequence Two is still thinking about letting him join the Seven Gods. What do you think?

"I'm busy, I'm busy, it's good to be busy."

"Humph, eat everything inside and outside!"

Silently cursing in his heart, Klein stuffed the last bite of black pepper sauce steak covered with thin gold foil into his mouth and savored the taste of "money".

"Anyway, they are going to invite Ron to invest. In this regard, they can really rest assured that the little kid has no problem with lack of cash flow or debts that cannot be repaid."

"Oh, to be honest, you look very much like a little piggy in captivity, especially since you can moan and groan!"

Influenced by Emperor Roselle, this kind of gold foil dishes can only be seen in those truly high-end Intis-style restaurants.

Then, he once again expressed his praise for Medici's craftsmanship and his admiration for this luxurious breakfast.

Not to mention that he had eaten this kind of thing in this life, even in his previous life he had not been able to eat it.

No matter how crazy the True Creator is, he cannot do such a mindless thing.

The other party's behavior was undoubtedly showing favor to him, Ron Sotos, or perhaps redeeming Medici's life.

Otherwise, with Red Angel's broken mouth, sooner or later the great "Dominator of Time and Space" will be completely angered, and it will be difficult to deal with being beaten half to death.

As a former boss, the "True Creator" obviously has a very thorough understanding of the character of his subordinates.

Pushing up his monocle again, he glanced at Medici who was confused. Ron habitually lay on the soft sofa. With a wave of his hand, he looked at the prayers that were marked as important by him. imprint.

'The descendant of Roselle hasn't contacted me yet. It seems that he is still on his way back to Trier.'

'Roy Moore, my chosen one has not prayed for a long time. He is busy with the war and has no time.'

'As for Si'a'

Ron curled his lips when he saw the pile full of dazzling prayer spots, then raised his little golden head, showing a proud look on his face, and listened carefully to the loyal praise and praise from Si'ana. Sing.

Comfortable, it feels good to have someone flatter you~
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As for the Red Angel who stood aside and saw all this, he was speechless for a moment. It seemed that he had never seen such a great existence with no taste.

"If you want to hear praise or praise, then why not go to the East End? As long as you give those homeless people some food, you can get their faith and praise from the heart."

"No matter what era you are in, it is not uncommon for people to sell themselves to evil gods just to fill their stomachs."

Evil God? Damn your sister!
"Medici, you should thank your Lord, otherwise I would have given you supreme wisdom, so that you would not always be able to see the current situation clearly!"

While speaking, the great "infinite wisdom" inspected the prayers of the believers, responded to the rituals asking for power, and ended today's hard work.

He stretched his waist and sat down in a ball as if he had no bones.

'There is no news from the employer behind Xio's back... We haven't found a suitable vampire to confirm Lilith's status... We still need to find a suitable place to hold a ceremony to deceive them to capture the alien gods... Although the war in the Southern Continent is not optimistic, Already have the basic disk.'

"Backlund still doesn't have a single believer..."

"The progress of resurrection can't be improved in a short time..." I seem to have nothing to do...

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Eastside.

Broken Ax Street.

"You dirty bugs, the lawn and seats here are not a place for you to enjoy. Get up, get up quickly, and get out of here!"

Patrol officers from the East Precinct wielded sticks to disperse homeless people in a small park on this street.

With the unique roughness and brutality of Backlund's East District, they showed the chaos of this place to the fullest.

As those who had only attended free church schools, they obviously could not understand what Emperor Roselle meant by "solving the problem at its root."

Of course, they don't have the ability or awareness to solve it.

Therefore, this leads to them, even as law enforcement officers, sometimes becoming the cause of chaos.

"These damn black and white dogs..."

As for those homeless people who were driven away, some were angry, some were resentful, and some were left with a dead silence like walking zombies.

This kind of thing is not uncommon in Backlund, especially in the East District where there are many homeless people.

The police officers would always use "policing the city's appearance" as an excuse to drive them away.

Wouldn’t the appearance of the entire city be improved if there were no homeless people in the park?

"This is a fair facility, why don't you let us rest here!"

Some of the homeless people shouted loudly, as if they still had the last illusion about these "high and mighty" police officers.

"Go away as soon as I tell you to. Where did all this nonsense come from!"

However, these police officers were extremely annoyed when faced with such a thorn in the side. They scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes and successfully found the hateful guy who was confronting them.

In the East District, in this area that belongs to them, few people will defy them.

Although these low-level police officers could not understand Roselle's philosophical words, they did know the "fables" of Emperor Roselle that were passed down orally.

For example, "Kill a chicken and show it to the curly baboons."

The person who made the sound was a middle-aged man in his 40s. He was wearing a somewhat tattered round-neck shirt, dark trousers, and a dirty black leather vest. He was thin, with a pale face and deep eyes. He is black, and although his hair is rough and dry, it is very neatly taken care of.

This improved his overall temperament a lot, making him more like a shrewd businessman than a tramp.

"I told you, public facilities are not a place for you dirty guys to sleep!"

"This is the rule!"

The patrol policeman in this area emphasized again, scanning the unruly thorn with his eyes up and down, and he stepped forward, holding a police short stick specially used to "maintain public order" in his hand.

It seems that if the homeless man in front of him says one more word, he will be severely punished by the "law"!

However, when he just entered within five meters of the man, he frowned and pinched his nose, as if he smelled something disgusting and unpleasant.

"I'm so sorry, officer. This guy is so hungry that he's dizzy. Let's leave now!"

"Edmund, how many times have I told you, respect the police officer! Respect!"

But at this moment, before the patrol police officer stepped forward again, another figure suddenly appeared from the distance in the park.

While showing a flattering smile to the police officer, he roughly pulled Edmund's arm, trying to make him lower his head to avoid being beaten.

"Leave quickly, otherwise you will be considered as violently disobeying law enforcement!"

Seeing the two homeless men lowering their heads at the same time, the patrol policeman waved his hands in disgust, gave a verbal warning, and then went to drive away the other homeless men.

"The storm is rising, damn it, Edmund, do you know how dangerous it was just now? If it weren't for me, you would probably be beaten until your body was covered in blood, and you might even get sick, and where would you die in the end? In the alley!"

"Steele was like this before. He just wanted to sneak into the prison, but he was beaten all over by those black and white dogs, and he died like that in the end!"

The tramp couldn't help but complain to Edmund as he pulled him away from this dangerous place quickly.

"Sean, aren't those police supposed to be helping citizens in trouble?"

After hearing his companion's words, the former businessman, who had been a homeless man for only half a month, voiced his doubts in a low voice.

"Ha!? Edmund, look at us, we are vagrants, the lowest level bugs in this city. Do you still expect those gentlemen to help us!?"

"The storm is coming. If I hadn't been able to receive relief food from the Church of Storms, I would have given up my faith long ago!"

"Edmund, no matter how noble your status was before, you should lose your face after becoming a tramp!"

This homeless man with rich wandering experience explained his experience to the companion he had just met some time ago.

".Ah"

But Edmund just chuckled softly, followed by a long silence.

(End of this chapter)