Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 332 Amon: I will protect the fool's smile (3.4K)

"If Backlund wasn't too dangerous and hadn't hidden a lot of High-Sequence people, I wouldn't have performed magic for a little kid..."

The great detective still remembers the day when he was chased by the demon dog. When he just shouted for help, the giant demon dog exploded instantly, and red and white blood flowed all over the ground, and the blood almost splashed on him.

The scene was so exciting that it made him feel nauseous and he didn't sleep well that night.

If the High-Sequence Expert who was hiding in the dark had been just a little off, it would have been Mr. Fool who would have exploded.

After this incident, Klein completely calmed down this week and spent a few days in peace to ease the huge trauma suffered by his young heart.

"Fortunately, what I got was the Blasphemy Card!"

This is Roselle's exclusive certification, and it contains a complete set of potion formulas. Even if Ron is an angel, he wouldn't have such an item... Maybe I can use it to perform a magic trick?
By the way, the patent for Leppard's bicycle has been applied for... I still have to find investors... But compared to the upper-class people in the Krag Club, Ron seems to be richer... He doesn't even care about tens of thousands of pounds...

Klein, sitting in the public carriage, suddenly had an idea. He slapped his forehead and found a perfect candidate for the sponsor.

"This is what we call keeping the wealth within the family. In this era, bicycles are a sure way to make money!"

Ever since killing Lanevus, the great detective's life has been quite leisurely. He has become stronger, saved money, and hosted Tarot Clubs quite easily. Without having to bear hatred, he takes life seriously every day.

If it weren't for the ultimate goal of returning home, he would have wanted to live a good life in the other world forever.

Of course, there were also worries, like the worry that Ron's outing would implicate Mr. Fool, which would result in him being checked or something.

As his thoughts wandered, Klein Moretti got off the public carriage and walked to a roadside dessert shop.

"Hello, give me a cake with thick cream and syrup, the sweeter the better!"

"Okay sir, we need to customize it according to your requirements. We have two styles."

"One is made of artificial cream, with confectionery sauce on top, and costs eight soli and sixpence."

"There is another one that uses animal cream, spread with chocolate and various nuts, and costs one pound and four soli."

"Which one do you need?"

The owner is a gentle lady in her twenties with a ponytail, but her words are completely inconsistent with her gentle appearance.

Those cold numbers made Klein curl his lips unconsciously.

Although cream is one of the foods that the people of Loen cannot live without and is found in many dishes, desserts are a delicacy that only the middle class can enjoy.

The average dockworker wouldn't waste his money on something like this.

So expensive... I don't want to choose any of them...

"One pound and four soli, hurry up!"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the great detective chose the more expensive one.

This concerns his reputation. If it is cheap, he will definitely be laughed at by the little kids. Besides, he is also asking someone to do something for him. Based on his experience in his previous life, it is not good to go empty-handed.

The fragrance of bread and the sweetness of cream filled Klein's nose. He slowed his breathing and waited for the dessert to be finished.

At this moment, the great detective's spiritual intuition suddenly gave a warning, and a picture emerged in his mind.

A Tarot card came silently from outside the store, slitting his throat and opening his trachea.

Klein's pupils shrank slightly and he did not dare to delay. He jumped up with all his strength and changed his position. At the same time, the tarot card passed by his original position and almost killed him on the spot.

"who!?"

The great detective reflexively drew his gun and turned to look in the direction where the tarot cards were coming from, but he only saw a figure in a windbreaker and a top hat disappearing around the corner of the street.

Klein was about to take a step forward to chase after him, wanting to see who was so unscrupulous as to attack an old "fool" like him in broad daylight.

But after taking only two steps, he stopped.

Because his action of pulling out a gun had caused a commotion in the dessert shop, the owner of the dessert shop reacted quickly, pulling out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter and aiming at the detective, as if if he made any unnecessary movements, he would pull the trigger and send him to see the god he believed in.

"Hey, don't be nervous, I'm a policeman. I just saw a fugitive that the police station is chasing. This is my police ID!"

Only a second later, the great detective came up with a solution. He first calmly put away his revolver, then took out a piece of white paper from his pocket and used the "magician's" magic to turn it into a police officer's ID.

"Sorry, officer, I thought you were one of those gang members who commit robberies."

Seeing the unique "arrogance" of this Backlund policeman and his police officer ID that did not seem to be fake, the store owner immediately put away his double-barreled shotgun and stammered a few words to explain.

Assaulting a police officer is a serious crime in any country.

"Uh, officer, am I obstructing law enforcement? I can give you some discounts."

The store owner asked cautiously, because she obviously noticed that it was because of her that the "officer" failed to catch up with the suspect.

"Not counting."

In fact, you just don't report me for illegal gun possession. Pulling out a gun in public doesn't have a good impact. If you get caught, you'll probably have to eat free meals for a few days. Most importantly, you'll be fined.
Klein responded seriously on the surface, but he secretly complained in his heart.

There were two reasons why he didn't chase out just now. On the one hand, he had already caused a commotion, and on the other hand, he was not sure whether he would encounter an ambush if he chased out.

Moreover, the other party used a very concealed tarot card, which clearly showed that they were well prepared. If five big men suddenly appeared, even the "Fool" would not be able to withstand it.
Complaining in his heart eased his tension, and while no one was paying attention, Klein quietly took off the tarot card that was already embedded deep inside the wall.

This tarot card is also made of paper and looks very ordinary. It shows a man wearing gorgeous clothes, carrying a bag on his shoulder, and a puppy following him.

This is the Tarot card "The Fool"!
No way. Could it be that the Tarot Club also has counterfeit products? I used Tarot cards when I killed Lanevus.
Seeing this card, Klein was stunned. He didn't expect that there would be someone like him who liked to use this method to assassinate. Without thinking too much, he put the card away and took out a coin from his pocket and flicked it with his fingers.

“There will be danger today.”

As he whispered the divination, the copper penny flew up and down, finally landing steadily in Klein's hand.

The number facing up indicates negative, which means he will not be in danger today!

"Even if there is no danger, we still need to take precautions. We need to go to Ron's house as soon as possible. Only there is safety, and there is no bathroom here."

Klein felt quite regretful. The environment restricted him from exerting his strongest form. However, it didn't matter anymore. As long as he took the cake and sneaked to Ron's house, he would have plenty of time to divine and investigate what was going on.

After waiting for a while, Klein finally paid a full pound for the customized cake. He immediately hailed a horse-drawn carriage on the side of the road and headed straight for the little brat's mansion.

After the doorbell rang, the great detective saw the servant wearing a monocle in his right eye again.

"It's you. I remember you were very brave last time~"

Amon obviously still remembered the "magician" who had provoked Ron in person. A sincere smile immediately appeared on his face, and he grabbed Klein's wrist without saying a word.

Last time, because the clone was not at a high enough level and only had the strength of Sequence Three, although He noticed that there were some problems with Klein, the Angel of Time did not have time to explore them carefully.

As for now
With the addition of a new clone, he smelled a scent that was extremely attractive to him. He had felt it before!

That is, Sefirah Castle!
"Come in, don't stand outside."

The servant was very enthusiastic. He tightly grasped Klein's wrist, wishing he could turn into a bug and drill into this guy's body to explore the mysteries of "Source Castle".

How come you are as gay as Leonard? And is the monocle your uniform?
"Ah, sir, you are too enthusiastic! Is Ron home?"

Facing the ferocious Amon, Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He complained in his heart, then quietly withdrew his wrist.

"Why should we care about Him? He is useless except for being lazy and gluttonous."

At this point, Amon pushed his monocle down and said with a smile:

"Actually, you don't need to bother Him. Just call me if you are in danger. I can also provide the necessary help in digesting the potion."

"Of course, it only takes a small reward."

How did he know that I was in danger and why I came?
The great detective's pupils shrank slightly and he took a step back unconsciously, frightened by this strange servant.

As a "Sequence Seven" man, he obviously did not understand the value of the monocle.

"How do you know the purpose of my visit? Are you a Beyonder? Did you use your Beyonder ability?"

Klein concealed his expression and asked in a surprised manner.

He is just asking questions.

"Oh, you sound like an idiot when you ask this question. Of course I am a Beyonder. The worst person in this villa is the maid. But now..."

The angel pushed his monocle down and glanced at Klein with a playful look, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"I didn't use my extraordinary ability, I used my brain. You came here with a cake, so you must be asking for help. And the fact that you were in a hurry showed that you had encountered an unexpected incident."

"These can be easily deduced based on your performance last time."

"So, if you encounter danger, just come to me to digest the potion. I will protect your personal safety!"

Amon said this with a solemn oath. His tone was extremely sincere, as if he would go through fire and water for Klein in the next second.

"Uh, sir, we are not very familiar with each other, right?"

Hearing Amon's boasting, Klein's face was full of suspicion. He took a step back to keep a safe distance from the strange servant in front of him and asked with great vigilance.

"It's okay. I'm not familiar with the others, but we often become good friends wearing the same pants very quickly!"

Suddenly, another voice came from behind Klein. He turned around and saw that it was another servant.

He also wore a monocle above his right eye, and the pleasant smile on his face was exactly the same as the servant in front of him.

At the same time, more and more servants came over. They were of all shapes and sizes, male and female, some had ordinary looks, and some had gorgeous looks, but they all had one thing in common.

That is a monocle carved from crystal worn on the right eye!
"Don't worry, we have strength in numbers and will definitely help you digest the potion!"

Hey!
Mr. Fool’s polite smile froze on his face. His pupils shrank slightly and his back felt cold. He could hardly handle this scene.

Because he suddenly remembered a movie he had watched in his previous life. The villain in that movie was like this. Each of his clones looked like himself, and would also assimilate other normal people.

It's very evil, but also very frightening.

"Well, you do so much work, so your salary must be very high, right?"

Klein forced his lips to curl up, not knowing what to say, and asked a question that even Amon was silent about.

I want to "make friends" with you, and you ask me if my salary is high?

"Oh, you are really interesting. Don't worry, I will "protect" you. Few people in this world can pose a threat to you!"

(End of this chapter)