Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 304 Klein: I believe in the God of Steam and Machinery (3.2K)

Mr. "Fool" never misses any opportunity to take a photo, and Ron was very surprised when he sensed that he had arrived at his home.

In other words, he just wanted to meet this poor man alone and train him severely, but he was a little embarrassed to do so in front of outsiders.

"Ladies, do you have any more questions?"

Ron raised his little head, and the meaning behind his words was obvious.

What needs to be discussed has been finished, what needs to be communicated has been communicated, and now we just need to get the magic lamp for making wishes.

As for that poor guy, Ron hadn't seen him for several days and felt a little missed for a while.

"It seems that there are guests. Then, Your Highness Ron, I will leave first."

Miss Demon Wolf has a high IQ and understood the meaning of Ron's words in an instant. At the same time, she also felt the aura of the person outside the door.

He stood up and did not leave in any other way. Instead, he came to the porch step by step and saw the great detective who handed the coat to Medici.

Klein Moretti was stunned for a moment. He was about to blurt out the words "Goddess of the Night" but suddenly changed his words.

At this moment, the blond boy tilted his mouth and shouted loudly:
"Sherlock, what do you think you believe in!?"

Compared to the Night Goddess, Stiano is obviously in a much better mood and is quite satisfied with the "piety" of his followers.

Why are you staring at me...Does this lady hate the God of Steam and Machinery?

The goddess of the night was silent, then she chuckled and asked:
"...Sir, your faith is very pious. Do you want to try to believe in the goddess of the night?"

Mr. "Magician" cursed in his heart, and then followed the identity setting of Sherlock, and pretended to warn:
"Madam, choosing a belief is a very serious matter. We cannot change our beliefs because of certain things or words."

"This is not how a devout believer should behave!"

"Mr. Ron, I'll leave first..."

You defrauded me of six thousand pounds of pension, and this is how you treat your immediate boss! ?
This is probably the most unpretentious idea of ​​the goddess of the night.

Yes...that's right...this is called head-to-tail echo. Since you say I am pious, then I will show you my piety...

Overwhelmed by the words of this shameless "traveler", Amanisis rolled her eyes angrily, and had no choice but to leave Ron's manor angrily. Looking at his back, he looked like a defeated dog.

The puppet who was walking down the steps with a smile missed his footing, staggered his whole body, and finally maintained his balance.

However, due to the short time and the sudden guilt, his words did not seem so sincere.

Klein was a little confused and pretended to tap his chest three times to form the Holy Emblem of Steam and Machinery, silently protesting something.

Miss Demon Wolf glared angrily at the great detective and the blond boy who was smiling evilly, and silently kept this matter in mind.

How can you tell that I am "devoted in faith"... Since you have seen it, why do you ask this kind of question... And if I return to the Church of the Night, I'm afraid I will have to be locked up in Chanis Gate for the night... …

"..."

"Uh... Black... God of Steam and Machinery?"

Just you? Pious? A month ago you were praying to me for ritual magic and receiving my salary of ten pounds a week!

Klein added silently in his heart.

The beautiful lady smiled and nodded, and Klein also nodded when he saw this scene, which was regarded as a polite greeting.

Facing the temptation of other gods, he actually stuck to his own bottom line.

Although the detective did not know that it was a god, this did not prevent the God of Steam and Machinery from being optimistic about Klein.

Yes, it is a good seedling and can provide high-quality anchors.

The bionic mechanical doll stood up and looked at the weird-looking detective with its brass eyes.

He took steps, making a jingling sound, and then came to the great detective, stretched out his right palm, took off a small ornament hanging on his body, and hung it on Klein's chest.

It was a three-dimensional mechanical holy emblem, with the aura of a god hidden within it!
"You are very pious. For the sake of God, I give this to you!"

Stiano did not reveal his identity, but smiled and nodded slightly, while Klein also nodded politely and watched the second strangest lady leave Ron's manor.

"Puff, puff, miscellaneous fish, three star slaves!"

At this time, the boy's weird ridicule came, which made the big detective's eyes darken, and he wanted to rush over and spank this little kid.

"It's the Sanshin family slave... No, I call this disguise!?"

He took three steps at a time and came to the cute little blond kid, stretched out his sinful hands, and rubbed Ron's face that was softer than a cat.

After being promoted to "Magician", he became much more courageous than before. Although he knew that this little kid was an angel and a real mythical creature, it did not hinder Klein's death-seeking behavior.

Anyway, he had already kneaded it when he was at low sequence, and now he is at mid sequence, so what should he be afraid of! ?

As expected, just after he squeezed for nearly five seconds, he suddenly saw Ron reaching out to grab his arm with his short hand.

The blond boy grabbed it with one hand, but he couldn't grasp the texture of the fabric. On his palm was a rough-cut white paper figure.

This is a paper man substitute, an extraordinary ability belonging to the "magician".

Magicians don’t do unprepared performances!
And how could the great detective, who had already planned to come and tease Ron, not be prepared.

A "magician" needs an audience. I wonder if the magic potion can be digested quickly under the eyes of angels.
As Klein's thoughts flickered, he actually felt that the potion in his body was showing signs of digestion, and there was a large amount of it, which seemed to be fed back to other different audiences in the villa.

He looked up and saw Medici who was leaning against the door frame watching the show, as well as several servants wearing monocles in the corner of the second floor, and the "complicated" looks cast from a guest room. .

"Ron, is this all you have? No, no?" Sensing these looks, Klein raised the corners of his mouth, imitating the blond boy's usual tone, and revealed a mocking smile.

This is an excellent opportunity to digest the potion, even if it takes a beating afterwards, it's worth it!

"Hmph, ╯^╰."

The blond boy's eyes widened, obviously being provoked. He snorted disdainfully and shook off the paper figurine in his hand, as if it had been given some special qualities.

Suddenly, Ron raised his middle finger and flicked the paper man's crotch hard. In an instant, the sky was dark, the sun and the moon were dim, and Mr. Fool slowly fell to the ground with his legs twisted, having successfully digested a portion of "Joker" "Potion.

Of course, if he had.

"Come here, drag him down and put some red potion on him!"

After waving to a few monocles who were watching the excitement in the corner, Ron gave a calm order.

When the True God came before, all the Amons hid, and only now did they dare to show their heads quietly.

"No, no need"

After a while, Klein howled miserably when he felt his pants being pulled down, and stopped the monocle's unreasonable behavior of pulling off his pants.

"Oh, that's really amazing. To be honest, there are very few people I admire, and you are one of them!"

Shi Tiantian pushed up his monocle, sincerely admiring the bravery of the man in front of him. Being able to provoke that terrifying guy to such an extent was enough to show that the detective had a special talent in some aspect.

"Besides, you seem to be special."

After adding a meaningful sentence, several Amons lifted Klein and left, as if they were taking him to an unoccupied room to study him carefully.

Suddenly, Shi Tian's back felt cold and he noticed the dangerous gaze.

He chuckled softly, pushed up the monocle again, put down Klein and began to unbutton his pants in public.

"No, I can handle it myself!"

After such a period of tossing, Klein's pain was relieved a lot. He struggled to get up and used the damage transfer ability of "Magician" to transfer a red mark to his calf.

"Awesome, awesome, you are really awesome!" Amon praised.

"No, in fact, you are also very powerful. You are actually chosen by Ron to work as a servant here. Do your best, that guy is very rich!"

Feeling the disappearing pain, he looked at the different-looking gentlemen and ladies wearing monocles and dressed as servants, and Klein sighed sincerely.

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What does it mean to be spotted?

Several Ammons were speechless for a moment, feeling offended. They looked at each other and then returned to the corner to peek at this strange guy.

"It would be great if the true body was here, he would definitely be able to see more!" Suddenly, an Amon sighed.

"Tsk~ The main body is just a glass-cleaning job!" Another Amon mocked the other Amon.

"Klein, you are so brave, you actually acted like a ghost in front of me!"

The blond boy ran all the way to the big detective and pulled him up from the floor.

"Ron, this is called magic. I just want to perform it, you know?"

"As a magician, I can conjure anything!"

Feeling that nearly a quarter of the potion was digested in his body, Klein was excited but still refused to give up and wanted to continue performing.

"Huh, really?"

A disdainful voice reached his ears. Just as Mr. "Magician" was about to say a few words of defense, he saw the blond boy pulling out several thick stacks of cash from the void and hitting the ground with a "bang".

"Can you do this?"

In the young man's calm words, the new "magician" fell completely silent.

He really can't change this.

The reason is the lack of magic props.

This is such a sad story
With a curse in his heart, Klein was pulled by the blond boy to sit on the sofa. As usual, he was still treated to a glass of Olmir red wine.

"In fact, there is no difference in taste between this expensive wine and the red wine that costs a few soles in my house. I really don't know how it is sold at such a high price!"

After savoring the taste, Klein sighed, which made Ron feel a little sad.

This poor guy finally managed to use high-end things, but he even sold fake ones.

He raised his head and glared at the guilty Red Angel, and then asked in a slightly childish voice:

"Klein, what can you do?"

"Look what you said, does visiting friends count as a thing?"

The great detective was polite at first, and then said seriously:

"Your commission has come to fruition. I got a copper whistle related to the Spiritual Religion. According to reliable information, it seems to be related to the Artificial Death God of the Spiritual Religion!"

(End of this chapter)