Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 264 The Twilight Hermits’ Meeting (3.2K)

Believe in the power of the gods, but do not believe in their kindness. This sentence does not seem to apply to Ron.

In most cases, He doesn't care too much, and has a kind of "I am invincible" and you are casually "chic" and "uninhibited".

It's like a god in the game world.

The "Night Goddess" also understands this.

Ever since he uncompromisingly attacked the three of them in order to vent his anger on his little followers, Amanisis had made emphatically observations in this regard.

As for the detective with the Source Castle, his experience and interaction with Ron undoubtedly illustrate one point.

That is, "true love" can be exchanged for "true love".

This phrase is undoubtedly ridiculous in this world, it is despised, and no one cares about it at all.

Belongs to the kind of people who believe in sand dollars!

This makes Amanysis always feel like an idiot.

After obtaining a considerable amount of knowledge, Amanysis asked cautiously with some unease in her heart.

The blond boy pushed up his monocle. Although he asked if he had any opinions, his words were declarative, which seemed to suggest that he was buying and selling by force.

In the end, it was Amanisis who was a little angry and gave the order to expel the guests.

The goddess of the night was silent for a while, then she clenched her back molars, realizing that she had been tricked by Ron, who actually believed the other party's "sincere" lies.

And the great infinite wisdom is naturally narrated endlessly like a teacher.

"..."

'Oh, except for his mouth, everything else is pretty good...'

If I had known that the other party would answer all questions, why would I go to all the trouble to use clichés? ?

After changing the topic and chatting with Ron for nearly half an hour, Ms. Magic Wolf felt something in her heart.

"I paid the money. If there is any problem with your information, I will come back to settle the account with you!"

'Haha, liar... What's the matter of replacing "true feelings" with "true feelings"? The world is still the same cold old one.'

"Amanisis, please be more awake. You don't use intrigues, don't keep your words behind your back, and don't act like a villain secretly. I'm not used to it anymore!"

Klein said it well, free is the most expensive.

"Oh, this will be treated as intelligence fee, do you have any objection?"

He openly asked a lot of questions during this half hour, many of which were about promotion in the past and some "common sense" knowledge in Ron's mouth.

However, Amanysis thinks this is not bad, at least you don’t have to worry about someone scheming with you or stabbing you in the back.

Naturally, favors must be repaid with favors, and the knowledge and behavior that Ron just selflessly described even made the goddess of the night owe a lot.

"Ron, you... why do you tell me this? You can sell these for a good price!"

To be honest, He didn't want to waste this favor on a place like this, especially after seeing the "symbol" of the "pillar".

"Okay, I've told you everything you want to know. You can leave the gift and leave here. Do you still want to spend the night with me here?"

"Huh, okay, you are really a cruel guy. I have told you so much, but if you don't kneel down and kowtow to thank me, it doesn't matter. You even want to drive me away."

The blond boy sighed helplessly. Before he could finish his words, he felt the power around him making him invisible. Without any further resistance, the little miscellaneous fish was kicked out of the Deep Dark Heaven.

'Hmph, just like what Lilith said, he is a 100% pervert. However, it seems that he can be manipulated in this regard in the future.'

Recalling the scenes of contact with Ron just now, the goddess of the night analyzed it carefully. However, after speculating for a long time, she suddenly sighed, always feeling that she was on the verge of danger and testing wildly.

The oppressed feeling just now made his heart extremely heavy, and the balance of the anchor showed signs of being broken. He looked up at the starry sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a long time, Amanisis turned his eyes to the bag that Ron was carrying when he came. He strolled forward, wanting to see what was in this hidden door-to-door gift.

However, as soon as He untied the seal and opened the bag, he suddenly fell into silence.

Only one bottle of hair removal cream for women stood out from the crowd, while the other bag was filled with desserts. It was obvious that someone couldn't help but eat some secretly, and finally disrupted the order of the pastries like a cover-up.

"Hey little thing, you are so rude!"

Ms. Demon Wolf couldn't help but growl, feeling the vague provocation.

He would understand if I gave him a hair cream made from the Donningsman tree, but what the hell is a hair removal cream? Is it because he won't sleep at night and wants him to be bald as soon as possible? ?

Thursday.

noon.

After having a secret meeting with the "Goddess of the Night" in the middle of the night yesterday, Ron returned to his room and waited for the next day.

On the one hand, he wanted to see if his men could find any clues in Backlund, but on the other hand, the party in the sea of ​​collective subconscious was about to start again.

This high-level "mutual aid association" can help him solve many problems, but of course he has to pay a lot of rewards.

Ron's golden eyes lit up slightly, and he saw that the resentful soul was honestly using its own channels to inquire about matters related to the "Spiritual Cult". He saw that he said he was going to ask the Orochi to inquire about related matters, but in fact he was at the Aurora Society's stronghold. , Medici who formed his own legion. 'Hmph, the progress is really slow. I'm still waiting for you to form a legion and throw you to the southern continent to fight for me.'

He has long been aware of Medici's little tricks, and Ron is always very tolerant of this kind of high-quality leek who knows how to make progress and has great potential.

Finally, the time came to noon, the white sunshine shone in from the window, and the gray sky remained the same as before.

Taking out the silver cross pendant from his pocket, Ron used part of his will to reach outside the church in the sea of ​​collective subconscious.

With a "bang" sound, the church with its magnificent spire and gorgeous decorations faced a disaster once a month, and was treated with inhumane brutality.

Fortunately, this is a fantasy, otherwise Hermes would definitely have one more option to repair the door in his monthly work content.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Scholar. To be honest, this gathering time is really strange. Don't you want to have lunch?"

The familiar voice of the young man came from outside the door, causing the senior wage earner to tremble and shudder.

Adhering to the viewpoint of listening to the opinions of the members, Hermes originally didn't want to say hello when he saw this guy, but when Ron brought it up on his own initiative, he also said hello.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Timing!"

"Oh, it's really disgusting. How many times have I told you, what I like are cute girls and mature big sisters, not bad old men who are about to die!"

'You just want to quarrel with me, right? '

Hearing the disparagement of deliberately staying here and waiting for Him to fall for him, Hermes' face twitched again and he didn't dare to answer any more questions. He was afraid that this filthy guy would come up with some strange evidence and raised his arms. Make yourself the leader.

"Everyone, how about lunch!"

Pouring his lips in boredom, Ron's eyes swept over, in addition to him, there was also the top-ranked bearded man, the senior wage earner Hermes, and the remaining three party members.

One of these three members has a beard hanging down, dragging it to the ground, and his body is covered by a black robe. He is the "historical" old man who was hurt by Amon, and the other two are naturally the cross talk duo "Hunter" and "Giant" .

As for Aria, the witch and the twisted figure with a dark crown did not come, making the entire church hall seem empty.

"Hey, is your organization going to close down? It seems like you're not good at running it, why don't you hand it over to me?"

Seeing that there were only so many people, the blond boy was in a bad mood. He looked at "Adam", whose beard had reconciled, and shouted provocatively.

"Huh, your church in Backlund seems worse than here."

What the hell!
Hearing these dismissive words, Ron's eyelids twitched, as if he had been severely mocked.

"You can't tell, you're quite smoldering!"

His expression was distorted for a while, and the blond boy thought of a good word and retorted.

Seeing His behavior, the four people present lowered their heads and looked at their nose, nose, mouth, and mouth, pretending not to hear anything.

"Can the party start now? The time has passed, right?"

Arriving at his own armchair, Ron waited for a while and quarreled at Hermes next to him.

"There's no rush. To be honest, today's gathering is the norm. Rather than communicating here, members prefer to help each other in private."

Hermes first explained with a smile, then continued:

"Then there's no need to wait for the other members, let's start the party."

As soon as the senior wage earner finished speaking, the grinning illusory figure of the "Hunter" looked at Ron.

"Mr. Timing, I don't know if you have time recently. Regarding the last transaction of the blood of 'mythical creatures', I have sent people to find out the location and information of the temple that belongs to the primitive moon in the jungle."

"There seems to be a lot of good stuff in there!"

"Hunter" hesitated to speak, and the meaning couldn't be more obvious.

"Oh? It seems you took over that territory?"

"No, Mr. Timing, this is a free gift from a friendly neighbor!"

When the lie was exposed, "Hunter" didn't blush at all, but admitted it openly.

"Okay, I have plenty of time. I will go find you after the party!"

The blond boy nodded in response. This did not conflict with his investigation of the "God of Death" and the "Underworld", it was just a matter of convenience.

Salinger's base camp is in the Southern Continent, so the focus of the investigation should also be in the Southern Continent.

After this brief transaction, the gathering with only a few people seemed deserted. When Ron wanted to entrust the task of "Death", the old "History" man hiding at the edge suddenly asked:
"Everyone, who of you have heard of the existence of the "God of Mystery"? Someone in the Secret Order has been promoting his belief recently, and also said that he is an existence older than ancient times, even older than the 'Lord' !”

There was silence in the gorgeous church, but Adam, who was at the top, raised his head and glanced at Ron, who was also confused.

His eyes seemed to be saying, little brother, why are you so useless even if I give you uniqueness?
'Tsk, you thief, why have you been so honest these days?'

Feeling the silent gaze, the blond boy pushed up his monocle and instantly recognized the vest from "Good Brother".

The world is such a big place, and sooner or later we will encounter what we should encounter.

(End of this chapter)