Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 341 We are professionals and cannot laugh (3.1K)

Damn, this is killing people and destroying their hearts. Talim, I can't believe you have this kind of experience. No, I'm a clown, I have extraordinary abilities, I can't laugh out loud.
With a "puff", the great detective finally couldn't control the corners of his mouth. He released the clown's ability to suppress his facial expressions and laughed softly.

Although the Joker's facial expressions can be controlled, his inner emotions cannot be suppressed.

Klein exchanged a glance with Alan Kress, who was even more unrestrained, and then, as if they had discussed it beforehand, they both used their hands to cover their smiling faces, maintaining the dignity of a Loen gentleman.

Don't laugh at your friend's dignity!

"Talim, what happened to you? Why did you fall under the table?"

At the same time, they reached a tacit understanding. The great detective first glared at the "innocent" Ron, then bent down and helped Talim to the chair, while pretending to notice nothing and caring about his friend.

"Yes, Talim, you must be careful. If your body position is not correct, even if you slip off the chair, you may risk breaking your bones!"

The surgeon, who appeared cold on the outside, promptly expressed his concern for his friend, and it was obvious that he had a lot of experience in concealing his expression.

"I'm fine, I'm fine"

At this moment, the equestrian teacher woke up as if from a dream. He rubbed his face hurriedly and forced a stiff smile to try to hide his abnormality.

"In fact, love is not as dramatic as novels. I just think Miss Sotos's story is too touching."

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Before Talim Dumont could finish his words, two faint laughs were heard.

He immediately turned his head, his eyes red from crying, staring at Sherlock Moriarty behind him.

"What's wrong Talim?"

Klein looked around following the equestrian instructor's gaze. The corners of his mouth, which had been suppressed in time, moved without any abnormality, and his expression looked extremely surprised.

Talim turned his head again and glanced at the surgeon who had already returned to his indifferent state. He sighed helplessly, rubbed his short brown curly hair habitually, adjusted his mood and said with a smile:

"Nothing, I just think Miss Sotos's story is full of realism. Rather than calling it a novel, I prefer this story to be an article with a profound core that can resonate with readers."

The son of a noble is indeed the son of a noble. Even if he is down and out, he is still better than Klein, a college student.

Just based on Ron's few words, he gave a highly praised "review".

"You're welcome. You're too welcome. I'm just telling a real story."

The silver-haired lady nodded slightly, and was unusually humble and polite.

Frankly speaking, if Ron hadn't seen Klein winking at her, he would have definitely gone even further to expose the scars of the equestrian teacher.

For example, they talk about how the beloved woman turns out to be a man, or how the beloved woman always lingers in someone else's bed.

Although this is painful, the meaning of life is to face pain!

Hearing Ron's polite words, Talim retracted his fearful gaze and said to Klein seriously:

"Sherlock, I think at your age you should be getting married soon."

"Do you have a female companion now? Miss Sotos is right. No one likes poverty. Marriage requires material supplies. You can't get married without saving enough money."

"Ms. Sotos, thank you for your story. It saved me from having to worry about something. I still have things to do. Alan, Sherlock, see you later!"

The noble equestrian instructor picked up his hat and bowed politely to the three people. Before leaving, he patted the great detective's heavy arm, as if silently comforting someone.

Poor sister! After all, I am considered a famous detective, right? I don’t have a female companion, that’s because I don’t want to find one!

The cunning Mr. Fool had never imagined that this could actually happen to him. He muttered in his heart, then lost all color and returned to his seat.

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At this moment, a faint laugh entered his ears. Klein curled the corner of his mouth and immediately looked up at the surgeon with a cold expression.

"Sherlock, as someone who has experienced this, I think what Talim said is right!"

Noticing the great detective's gaze, Alan finally couldn't help but smile.

But he reacted quickly and immediately used the action of speaking to cover up the corners of his mouth that were constantly rising and falling.

How did you two end up like this? One bad apple spoils the whole barrel...

Glancing at the beautiful lady who was watching the show nearby, Klein kicked her calf in annoyance, successfully restoring Ron's long-lost calm.

"Alan, what's the matter with you saying that you've been unlucky recently?"

"Did you bring home any dolls or anything like that? You know, in the legends of village wizards, such things are often the source of bad luck."

In order to skip the part about persecuting him, Klein forcefully changed the subject and successfully put things on the right track.

"Never, Sherlock. I thought of that when I realized it, but I never did it, and neither did my wife or the servants at home!"

Hearing this, Klein frowned slightly, stroked the stubble on his chin, and continued to ask.

"Then Alan, have you offended anyone or blocked someone's way?"

"No, although my relationship with my colleagues is not harmonious, I can't imagine that they would treat me in this way..."

The famous surgeon shook his head again, denying the great detective's speculation in this regard. At this moment, Ron's blood-red eyes seemed to see something, and she smiled slightly, like a blooming deep sleeping flower.

"Actually, I am also a wizard in my spare time. I can help you take a look."

Ron, who was wearing a black lace robe, suddenly spoke with his bloodshot eyes moving slightly.

Fate told her that in the not too distant future, there would be a great gift waiting for her.

"Aren't you a fiction writer as a hobby?"

Klein really couldn't stand the brat's bad habit of making up lies without blinking an eye, so he responded forcefully, and for a moment he actually left the silver-haired lady speechless.

"Sherlock, if you hold multiple positions, I'm sure you'll be able to get married soon!"

Ron took a deep breath and uttered extremely cold words from his bloodless lips.

I provoke you...

The detective who had the upper hand felt a blockage in his heart. He muttered something in his mind and then leaned back in his chair without saying anything else.

"You two have a really good relationship. It looks like you've been friends for a long time."

Alan Chris saw all the interactions between the two, and when he saw that both sides had calmed down, he looked quite envious.

He paused, then changed the subject, his cold expression revealing a hint of expectation.

"Ms. Sothoth, you said you also have wizardry, uh, crafts?"

"To be precise, it's not just about craftsmanship..."

"Alan, you."

The silver-haired lady rested her elbows on the table, her eyebrows furrowed, pretending to examine it carefully.

"Your bad luck is over, and good luck will come next."

Yes, that's right, just like meeting me, this is your great luck.
Ron added shamelessly in his heart, raised his head slightly and said solemnly.

"Really? Could this also be writing material?"

Faced with this surprising answer, Alan Chris was obviously a little skeptical.

"This is not writing material, this is the intuition of a wizard! Don't worry, Alan, no one can guarantee smooth sailing in life."

“We never know which will come first, tomorrow or an accident. Although there is no trace of the future, there is always an unexpected twist.”

"Live peacefully and calm down. Misfortune is just one of the myriad outcomes. You have to learn to face it. People who are carried forward by fate are always not as good as those who keep their feet on the ground."

Seeing this, the great philosopher Ron Sotos began to make big promises. Her gentle and cold voice seemed to contain a unique magic, which actually calmed down the somewhat anxious Alan Chris and made him start to think carefully about what had happened to him before and after the bad luck.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he looked at Ron, who looked more like a philosopher, with surprise.

"I remember that I performed surgery on a child before. Before the surgery, in order to calm the patient's emotions, I played a game of tarot divination with him."

"He kept saying my luck was going to get worse, my luck was going to get worse!"

"So the boy died on the operating table?" Klein asked curiously.

"No, it didn't. His surgery went quite smoothly and he was out of the hospital in a few days."

"Oh, by the way, I remember he left me a hand-folded paper crane! Master Sothoth, is my misfortune related to this?"

The famous surgeon had been fooled by Ron and was at a loss at this time. He thought that this beautiful lady, who was not familiar to him, would perform some tricks to gain his trust.

However, the other party did not do so. He just said a few very philosophical words, which helped him sort out his thoughts and put aside his worries about the uncertain future.

Perhaps, this is the real wizard. He has wisdom and eyes that can see through the essence of things.
Alan had to admit that he needed to change his perception of the legendary profession of wizard.

"Look, if you calm down you can find the key to the problem. Give it to me and I can remove the bad luck from you in a secret way!"

Hearing this, the silver-haired lady also smiled. Her smile was one part meanness, two parts playfulness, three parts expectation, and four parts joy.

"Okay, I'll go now. When I find the paper crane, I'll give it to you."

The slightly anxious words were stuck in the middle, and Alan's eyes first looked at the great detective, and then at the silver-haired lady sitting next to him.

"Allen, just leave it to me. I will give it to Miss Sothoth in time."

Klein naturally took over the servant's job, as if he knew his "master's" character very well.

"The relationship between you two is indeed unusual~"

"Goodbye, both of you. I have to go first. I have to go look for that paper crane!"

Seeing this, the surgeon, whose mood had improved, laughed and teased the great detective, and finally, with the help of the servants of the Krag Club, he fell seven or eight times before he got into the hired carriage.

(End of this chapter)