Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 338 Of course it’s forgiveness!

After a few minutes, Klein finally completed the spiritual ritual. What he saw above the gray fog was correct.

The killer was indeed a "Master of Secret Dolls", but the intelligence from the Secret Society was somewhat different from what he had speculated.

At first, Klein thought that the entire secret society believed in the "God of Mystery", but he didn't expect that it was only a small part of them.

"Who is Zaratul then? And who are the top leaders who have been protecting the secret society?!"

Although Zaratul was dead, Klein felt that it was still necessary to know this information.

As soon as this question was asked, Mr. Killer's dull spirit suddenly showed some gnashing anger.

"The top brass is that old bastard Manolo. He said that Zarathu is not the mysterious god Zarathu. Zarathu is the 'Fool'!"

Damn it! ?
What does it have to do with me!?

I didn’t go to take a photo!
Klein Moretti's eyelids twitched, and he was shocked by this information.

This is not to say that he is timid, but because The Fool was originally a secret existence known only to members of the Tarot Club, and now it has been known to the Secret Society without anyone noticing. This...

This shows that there are traitors within the Tarot Club!
"How did Manolo know about the Fool!?"

The great detective's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the killer's spirit, afraid of missing any information.

"No... I don't know. The Fool sounds low-class... How can it be as powerful as the God of Mysteries..."

Thank you so much, there is no need to say the second half of the sentence!
Poor Mr. Fool was almost unable to catch his breath. He was both angry and amused by this answer.

In the next few minutes, he first saw the specific image of Manolo from the spirit of Mr. Killer.

This "ancient scholar" who was said to be at the third level of the fortune teller's path was completely covered in a black robe, making it impossible to see his face clearly. However, his most representative feature was the gray beard that stretched from his chin to the ground.

After obtaining this key information, Klein asked various questions from the side to verify the accuracy of the intelligence. He finally got all the information he wanted at the moment before the spirit dissipated.

After ending the communication, the great detective sighed helplessly and shook his head unconsciously.

The news about the secret order was both good and bad, which really troubled him.

The good news is that "The Fool" is quite respected there, the bad news is, who leaked this name?!

As he glanced around, Klein happened to see Ron Sothoth, who was leaning against the wall and pretending not to hear anything.

His heart suddenly sank and his eyes narrowed slightly.

If we were to say which member of the Tarot Club is the most uncontrollable, it would most likely be our Mr./Ms. "Fate".

And considering the other party's level, the people he comes into contact with may very well be the top leaders of various secret organizations!

The answer that you have been thinking about but cannot find seems to be right in front of you.

Pit!

Crane immediately stepped forward and grabbed the pretty lady's arm, foiling her evil plan to sneak away.

"You heard everything just now, didn't you do it?"

There was no trace of emotion in his tone, and his eyes were sharp enough to pierce a person's soul.

"Klein, I'm telling you, don't try that on me!"

“So what if I did it!? This was a task assigned to me by Mr. Fool himself!”

Ron acted very arrogantly and made up a lie.

Because she really didn't expect that he was just a killer, and at most it was about the honorific name of the Death Ghost, but in the end it actually involved her behavior of leaking the honorific name of "The Fool" in the Dusk Hermit Society.

And he was caught by the real owner!
Life is unpredictable, the intestines are wrapped in intestines...

When did I let you do it!?

You little bastard, I'm going to teach you a lesson today!
Hearing this shameless lie, Klein felt relieved but also furious.

This world is dangerous enough as it is, and now we have to deal with a guy like this who is not cautious at all!
In extreme anger, Klein Moretti pressed the guilty silver-haired lady against the wall. He raised his hand and just as he was about to slap her, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Looking at the round buttocks wrapped in tight pants and the slender waist with perfect curves, Klein finally felt embarrassed to take action.

"Heh, trash is trash~"

"Shut up!"

The hand that was suspended in the air changed its position nimbly, and the next moment it covered the little kid's mouth.

After taking a deep breath to ease his tension, Klein released his grip on Ron.

Because, at this moment, he realized that the matter of the "Secret Society" was also an opportunity.

Now the secret society is spreading the word that "The Fool" is Zaratul, and as long as the plan is well made, everything is possible.

Of course, Klein was just thinking about this and didn't hold out much hope. He was not angry just for this.

"Ron, tell me honestly, as an angel, is your name the God of Mischief?"

The magician was puzzled as he saw this guy who was still evil even after becoming an adult.

There’s no way to change this stubborn temper. Why is he always picking on me?
"In fact, that is the honorific name that belongs to Amon. Okay, I admit that I did it. I just wanted to preach to Mr. Fool."

This was originally a long-term plan, but someone was so stupid that he delivered it to me.
She added the second half of the sentence in her mind and spread her hands helplessly. Do I need you to preach?
Klein's eyes went dark, and he took another deep breath.

After figuring out what was going on, the great detective wanted to continue to vent his anger, but he soon found that he could only swallow his broken teeth.

Because, as a "fool", he cannot reveal his identity.

The identities of Klein and Ron as followers of the "world" are the same.

"you you"

Klein kept asking for a long time but still couldn't make any sense. He took a deep breath, then leaned close to Ron's ear and used the clown's extraordinary ability to pretend to be worried.

"I will pretend that I don't know about this matter, and I won't tell Mr. Fool. Of course, my silence doesn't mean that He doesn't know."

Faced with this friend who has given him a lot of help and whom he can trust with his life since he traveled through time, what else can Mr. Fool do?
Of course I choose to forgive her!

And what Klein said was also quite meaningful. The general meaning was that the Fool might know, but He did not teach you a lesson not because He could not defeat you, but because He acquiesced to all of this.

You little brat are just a pawn in the hands of the gods.

When it comes to playing tricks, Klein Moretti is a professional.

"Klein, is this really okay?"

The silver-haired lady raised an eyebrow. She didn’t expect this poor fellow to be so shameless. If he couldn’t beat him, then he couldn’t beat him. He even said he wouldn’t tell Mr. Fool and was doing him a favor.

As expected of a fortune teller, he is so "despicable"!

"Why is it bad? We are friends. Okay, don't dwell on it. You want to make a donation? I'll take you there now."

Mr. Magician stretched out his hand, took the silver-haired lady's arm and walked out of the alley. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the world had become more real.

It's not that there are any drastic changes around him, but that there are more interactions between him and the real world.

The most obvious thing was that pedestrians on the street turned their heads to look at him, their eyes full of envy.

The great detective was slightly startled, turned around and looked at Ron who was being held in his hand, and was speechless.

In the East End, beauty is also a kind of wealth!
"Hey, Ron, can you still use that extraordinary ability? I always feel that people around us look at us strangely..."

After walking for a few minutes, seeing more and more people paying them respect, the great detective couldn't stand the pressure anymore and asked in a low voice.

"Of course you can, but... it's too late now. It all depends on your performance from now on~"

"This is a classic plot from Emperor Roselle's novel. I'll give you some excitement today!"

The silver-haired lady shook her head. As soon as she finished speaking, several gangsters in cheap black suits rushed out from various corners of the street.

They quickly stepped forward and surrounded Ron and the other man.

A leading man in his thirties whistled frivolously, then grinned at Klein.

"Boy, you're pretty good. You walk around the East District so brazenly. I'd be doing a disservice to my profession if I didn't rob you!"

"Yes, we wanted to let you go, but could you at least cover it up?"

"Do you know that this is our Rogge Party's territory? You really don't take us seriously!!!"

Obviously, Klein's behavior of parading the silver-haired lady through the streets successfully made these gang members feel provoked and insulted.

"Sir, this is a society ruled by law. Forcing a woman will result in being taken to the police station!"

Pushing up his gold-rimmed glasses, the great detective Sherlock Moriarty spoke calmly.

While threatening the other party, he opened the gun bag hidden by his windbreaker, trying to intimidate these gang members who were tempted by her beauty.

"what is your job?"

The leading gang member took a step back and asked with some fear.

"private detective!"

These four plain words, without any ups and downs in tone, coldly explained Sherlock Moriarty's expertise.

"Oh I got it……"

After listening to this, the gang member nodded thoughtfully and then chuckled.

"It's illegal to force a woman, but the law doesn't say it's illegal to force a man... Hehehe, we like gentlemen like you who have a bit of knowledge and are not too old..."

What the hell!

Hearing this, Klein felt a chill in his anus. He took a half step back and pulled out the revolver from his pocket.

"Don't come over here, or I'll start robbing you!!!"

As soon as he finished his threat, he saw the gangster violently waving his hands and shouting.

"Officer Taylor, I'm reporting that there's a private detective illegally carrying a gun!!!"

Klein Moretti stood there in a daze, completely dumbfounded.

What happened to the routine of being robbed by gangsters? How come I have to go to the police station?
(End of this chapter)