Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 351 Audrey: Huh? ? ? (3.3K)

Tuesday night.

The wheels of the carriage rolled forward like a poet, leaving no trace on the hard stone road.

The crimson moon was shining brightly, and the misty moonlight cast a hazy veil over the streets. A 1.6-meter-tall blond boy was sitting in the four-wheeled carriage he had just bought.

As for why he is 1.6 meters tall, it all started with the women's underwear Ron saw last night.

To attend a ball, one must wear a dress. In Loen, the complicated long dresses designed for women were really anti-human. The layers of corsets, heavy and folded skirts, and high heels that made clattering sounds when walking were a little unacceptable to Infinite Wisdom.

Upon seeing such complicated dressing steps and the abnormal corset that even her perfect figure could not handle, the silver-haired lady from 24 hours ago immediately shrank to 1.5 meters tall, and righteously retorted:
"It's true that I have become a woman, but that doesn't mean I like stockings, translucent underwear, and short skirts."

Anyway, this sentence was meant by both the speaker and the listener. Medici was so angry that he slammed the door and left, and resolutely resigned from his position as a coachman.

There was no other way. With Sharon's recommendation, Maric was successfully promoted and applied for the position of coachman, which no one competed for.

If you want to know why Ron grew ten centimeters in his teenage form, it's for the dignity of endless wisdom. You deserve it.

He raised his hand to touch his long golden hair tied into a ponytail, took off the troublesome monocle and threw it aside. The handsome boy's golden eyes unconsciously glanced at Miss Ghost who was smiling awkwardly.

".Actually, I think your expressionless face was pretty good."

After hesitating for a while, he finally gave some serious advice.

Because when Sharon doesn't smile, she just looks like a female ghost. But once she smiles, she looks very awkward and totally inconsistent with her temperament, making her look both weird and scary.

"Yeah." The calm reply without any ups and downs in the tone fully demonstrated the servant's enthusiastic nature.

"Mr. Ron, we're here."

At this time, the carriage stopped and Maric's voice came from outside the carriage.

This guy is obviously much better than Sharon. At least he knows how to address Ron respectfully!
If one were to choose the one with the best service attitude from the blond boy's strange-looking servants, Alia, the scumbag witch who only cared about her master's body, would be ranked first, and the second would be Maric, who was transferred from a "probationary employee" to a "regular employee".

Medici always called him by his name, and Amon even disdained to talk to him. As for Sharon, it didn't matter if she didn't talk to him. But now, in this cold world, someone actually addressed him as "Sir"!
Putting the demigod-level monocle into his pocket, Ron jumped off the carriage, stood on tiptoe without anyone noticing, and patted the confused Maric on the shoulder.

"Work hard, maybe you will be the one to revive the leader of the Temperance Department of your Rose School!"

The handsome blond boy habitually paints high-profile pictures for outstanding employees.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Ron."

Maric was obviously frightened. He pulled up the corners of his mouth stiffly, looked guiltily at the horse-drawn carriages around him, and said something politely.

Saying such things in front of the Earl's house where so many people come and go, has the evil god become so arrogant now?

At this moment, Maric looked around vigilantly and suddenly saw a carriage with black curtains coming from behind. He immediately led the horse and tried to clear some road.

However, when he saw the full view of the carriage with black curtains, drops of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

I saw a huge holy emblem of the night hanging on the back half of the slightly plain carriage, which looked so dazzling against the backdrop of the elegant gas street lamps and the crimson moonlight.

With a creaking sound, the plain carriage stopped on their side, as if to guard against the cultists' sudden escape.

It's over! Exposed!
Maric looked at the biggest cult leader with a stiff face, and countless escape routes flashed through his mind.

Although he knew that the "God of Time and Space" had long been famous, and the Seven Gods had a tacit attitude towards it, they did not say whether they accepted it or not.

But the Seven Gods are the Seven Gods, and the Church of the Seven Gods is the Church of the Seven Gods; the two are not the same.

Even the followers of the Eternal Sun, one of the Seven Gods, are regarded as cultists in this country, so let alone them.

Once the Church of the Seven Gods determines that they are unstable, their capture is inevitable!
"Are you from the Rose School? Is it really okay to shout about this on the street?"

The car curtains were drawn back, revealing an old man wearing an archbishop's robe, with deep eyes and a clean face. He was none other than the Archbishop of the Church of Night, Saint Anthony Stevenson. He came at the invitation of Earl Hall to discuss some important matters.

The Archbishop looked at the somewhat alert "zombie", then frowned and looked at the handsome young man with a golden ponytail.

He did not take the initiative, nor did he make any bold attempts. Instead, he smiled and nodded from the side like an ordinary old man, as if to say, give me some face.

This is the doorstep of a great noble's house. If a fight really breaks out, the scene will be very ugly.

After all, Ron's existence is still a secret to the entire mysterious world, and most of the Seven Gods have only heard of him but not seen him.

"Uh-huh~, we are from the Rose School, do you want to join us?" Ron's eyes lit up when he saw the old man. He immediately stepped forward and shook the Archbishop's hand like an old man.

Anthony Stevenson was stunned. He didn't expect that the other party didn't understand his hint and wanted to preach to him instead.

I am a high-ranking member of the Church of Night. Didn’t you see that the holy emblem of Night is as big as the carriage?
Although they didn't know who the other party was, the top leaders within the Church of Evernight had already reached a consensus regarding the recent changes in the "Rose School".

That is, don't provoke or help, and it's best not to have too much contact, but you must remain vigilant. If the other party takes the initiative to "provoke", you must maintain the goddess's face.

Silently, the thick night enveloped the two carriages, and the breath of disaster spread, trying to persuade this guy who was suspected to be a demigod not to come and cause trouble.

Earl Hall is the spokesperson for the interests of the Church of Evernight within the kingdom. A demigod suddenly shows up at the other party's banquet. No matter what, as the archbishop, he cannot let the other party do whatever they want. It is best to eliminate all hidden dangers if necessary.

"You and your goddess really look alike. Can't you just talk properly when you have something to say?"

Inside the carriage, the archbishop, who was quietly waiting for the young man's bad luck, suddenly felt his little finger slipped and seemed to be pinched in someone's hand.

Do we have to take action after all? This will not be a good scene!

Anthony Stevenson watched the scene calmly, and at the same time, a layer of night covered the little finger that was held.

"Annie, you said that the Archbishop of the Church of Evernight in Backlund, Mr. Anthony Stevenson, would also be here? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Miss, I just found out about this too."

In the bedroom, "Justice" Audrey's green eyes widened slightly, and her expression was slightly anxious.

It's not like he was using the ball as a cover to confirm whether the information I told my father was true or not. Although I covered it up by saying that I got the information from a mystic gathering, it's true that I can't confirm whether it's true or not.
Goddess, I hope Mr. Ron doesn't run into the archbishop, otherwise, Audrey, how could you make such a low-level mistake? It's all Anne's fault. I have my reasons for not reminding me earlier. This is a dance, and the archbishop usually won't come to attend.
With her cheeks puffed up slightly, Audrey Hall couldn't imagine what would happen if a member of a secret organization just got off the carriage and turned around to run into the powerful archbishop of the Orthodox Church.

No matter how you think about it, there will be problems!

Well, the best case scenario is that they didn't run into him, or that they ran into Mr. Ron who was hiding well and not discovered. However, given his face-conscious personality, that would be very difficult to achieve.

Thinking of this, the incredibly beautiful noble lady immediately rushed out of the bedroom in an undignified manner and ran straight to the hall where the ball was held.

She wanted to see whether one of the two gentlemen had arrived early or was late.

After trotting out of the porch for dozens of meters, the noble lady immediately stopped, raised her hands and walked slowly and gracefully. An elegant smile appeared on her face, and she nodded and greeted each of the nobles and parliamentarians who came to attend the ball.

Seeing that there were still a large group of people in front of her, Audrey's smile froze. She immediately turned her head and pretended that she saw nothing. She followed the edge to face the wall, penetrated through layers of obstacles and came to the hall near the door.

Thanks to the audience's ability, she did not notice the figures of Mr. Rowan and Mr. Archbishop.

"Ah!!! Let go, let go!!!"

However, at this moment, she heard a faint scream like a pig being slaughtered. If Audrey was not a "mind reader", she would not be able to detect it at all.

This, this seems to be the voice of Mr. Anthony Stevenson. No way, did we really run into him?
The emerald green pupils shrank slightly, and the noble lady glanced at the oblivious waiters, security personnel, and guests. She walked out of the villa hastily to see what had happened.

The dark night enveloped the gate of the luxurious villa. Audrey Hall had just walked halfway when she saw a handsome young man with a ponytail supporting an old man with a clean face and no beard.

Drops of cold sweat seemed to slide down the old gentleman's forehead, soaking the archbishop's robe he was wearing, and behind them were the night watchmen with serious expressions.

The scene at this moment actually looked somewhat harmonious.

"Xiao An, you are an old man and still a virgin. Why don't you stop believing in the goddess of the night and come to me. I guarantee that you will have more than a dozen sons next year!"

Ron squeezed his fingers and looked at the Archbishop of the Church of Evernight, who looked like he wanted to refuse but didn't dare to. He then slowly raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a pleasant smile.

"I'll think about it, but could you please let go of my hand first?"

Anthony Stevenson responded with a forced smile. He never thought in his life that he would meet a "true god" in Backlund.

When the other party just cracked his fingers, he felt the personal oppression brought by the young man. The symbol of the cycle of time and space, the end point where all things return to one, and the brilliance representing endless wisdom were deeply imprinted in his heart.

The oppression from a higher position that the person in front of him was facing was definitely not something an angel could ever experience. Even if the other party only showed a hint of it, it was enough to remind him of the fear and tension he felt when facing the goddess.

what?
Seeing this scene and hearing the conversation between the two parties, Audrey Hall was shocked and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mr. Ron indeed.
After a long while, she muttered silently in her heart.

(End of this chapter)