Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 26 I’m not targeting you
But unfortunately, the guests of this church ruined this sacred and solemn atmosphere.

Ron turned his eyes and saw a shadowy figure in black robes greeting him "friendly".

The figure was tall and burly. Even sitting on the pointed stone seat, he was more than half taller than Ron.

"Huh ╯^╰."

Ron ignored the guy looking down at him and walked straight to an empty seat next to the long stone conference table.

"Newcomer, you seem to be very rude!"

The burly figure seemed to be irritated and shouted loudly, but this time Ron still ignored him, making the atmosphere in the whole church very awkward.

"Heh, it seems your provocation skills need to be improved, giant."

Just when the atmosphere was tense to a certain extent, a slightly frivolous voice came over. His timing was very clever. He completely ignored the giant for a while before answering, as if he was telling the other party what a real provocation was.

Ron heard the sound and saw a red shadow on the left side opposite him. This shadow was shapeless, like a blood-red flame burning, with a jet black color slowly flowing on its surface.

After looking at it for a while, Ron looked away in disappointment. His regretful eyes seemed to say that there was a thin dog across the way and he didn't care about it at all.

Ron's careless look, like looking at a beggar on the street, instantly stung the red shadow. He saw his body fluctuate for a while. He was about to taunt, but he soon realized something and calmed down immediately.

"Hey, giant, learn from it. This little dwarf's taunting ability is much better than your stupid provocation!"

The red figure's words seemed a bit unsatisfactory, and he looked at Ron again and continued to speak frivolously.

"Also, little dwarf, the last person as arrogant as you has been dead for almost two hundred years. Your current position is the final proof of his survival."

"Ah……"

As soon as the red shadow finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from some members around the long table.

This laughter seemed to be mocking Ron, a newcomer, or he was happy that the guy who disrupted the situation really deserved his death.

Ron's heart did not waver when he heard these words, because he no longer cared about these things after having been facing each other for thousands of years.

I saw him sitting on the stone chair, raising his head slightly, looking at the red figure with clear eyes that did not contain any impurities.

Ron cleared his throat and spoke seriously.

"Sorry, I wasn't targeting you just now."

Ron's words were extremely calm, without any emotional fluctuations. He was as calm as stating the common sense that everyone knows: 1+1=2.

Before the red figure could seize the opportunity to taunt, he saw Ron turning his head slightly and looking at everyone in the church, including the ordinary priest sitting at the top.

"I mean, everyone here is trash."

The scene was silent, no one made any sound.

The ancient well had no ripples, and the plain and unusual words seemed to be stating a fact.

They are all rubbish!

Dissol Einhorn was slightly frightened. Even as a war bishop, he would not dare to fire the map cannon like this.

Because although everyone here is secretive, in the real world, they are all existences that can make the entire country tremble.

And this description is even more true in the extraordinary world!
What a bold guy, I like this character... the hunter who was watching the excitement thought in his heart, but he was not angry because of Ron's words, because the little man also scolded their president. , which made him not feel the slightest insult, and even a little pleasant.

"Rubbish!?"

"Are you talking about us!?"

Although the hunters who were watching the excitement could hold back Ron's words, the same could not be said for others, especially some guys who had high self-esteem and were extremely inflated.

The one who asked the question was a shadow. His composition was extremely chaotic. There was no comfortable place in his body, and his head also wore a twisted crown made of pure shadow.

"Yes."

The serious answer with a calm tone confirmed the angry question issued by the shadow.

"Humph, little brat, although I don't know if this is your disguise, but you have to remember that this is not a place for you to act wild!"

"You should be grateful to the owner here for being able to come here, instead of talking nonsense when you come up..."

"I said, I didn't mean anything against everyone here, I was just stating the facts!"

Before the shadow could finish his tirade, he was interrupted by Ron's natural words. This calm tone seemed to be just like what he said, just stating the facts.

"Ahem, it seems that this new little brother is very good at adjusting the atmosphere."

Before the black shadow could be scolded, an ordinary old man coughed lightly to smooth things over.

He was sitting next to Ron's left hand, wearing a linen robe, and his gray beard hung down to his chest as if it hadn't been trimmed for a long time.

"Everyone, since we are gathered here from different parts of the world, it means that we have a common goal."

"So the slight unhappiness among the members can be completely put aside. Fulfilling our common ideals is the most important thing for us at this stage."

The old man's words seemed to have some kind of magic power. Although they were all unnutritious organizational declarations, they miraculously calmed everyone's hearts.

Of course, Ron's heart was always at peace.

"Little brother, you may not know that because you were directly nominated by the president and not voted by the members, so everyone is eager to get to know you."

"But that's not important. What's important is to look to the future."

"Now that you've greeted everyone, you can decide on an organization code name. You know, no one will ever use their real name at such gatherings."

The old man was extremely professional, as if everything was black and white. In just a few words, he was able to expose all the conflicts among the previous members and successfully get the topic back on track.

"Code name? Can you call me anything?"

Ron asked curiously.

"Of course anything is possible. There are no restrictions here, but we usually choose from the twenty-two paths to God."

"For example, that guy is called a hunter, and that tall guy is called a giant."

As he spoke, the old man pointed at the main cause of this unpleasantness.

"And my codename is Scholar, and that twisted shadow is called Emperor."

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