Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 374 There are villains around me (3K)

Monday, afternoon.

"Ron, I only now understand why I can't find any clues about the Witch Cult, or why I can't find the high-sequence characteristics of hunters even though I hang out at various gatherings every day."

Looking at Will Auceptin who was eating madly at the table without any restraint, Medici raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed as if he understood something or accepted his fate.

"Why, because of bad luck?"

Looking down at the 1.40-meter-tall black-haired head, Ron continued talking in a disjointed manner.

The great "God of Time and Space" won yesterday's duel in the end. Although the victory was a bit ugly, Ron Sothoth was a man of his word. He didn't use his abilities if he said he would.

At that time, the 1.4-meter-tall man with black pupils succumbed to Ron's crotch, hugged his thighs with a bruised face, and begged for mercy loudly and shamelessly.

Life goes on as usual, and perhaps over the long years, the Mercury Snake has long understood that when faced with a shitty life, lying down and enjoying it is a good idea.

"No, no, no, it's not because of bad luck, but because there are too many villains around me!"

His dark red eyes swept over the 1.5-meter-tall man who only knew how to enjoy himself, and the 1.4-meter-tall man who only knew how to pretend to be young and just wanted to eat for free. Medici couldn't help but sigh and agreed with Emperor Roselle's point of view.

Only when there are villains around him could he become so miserable and live like a good wife and mother. In his occasional dreams, he, a great war angel, even dreamed that he got married. This made Medici very worried, and even his recent sarcasms seemed powerless.

Hearing this, Will and Ron curled their lips at the same time. The former, perhaps because of Ouroboros, said nothing, but ate his meal while silently coveting the exquisite dessert in front of the blond boy.

The latter obviously had a much broader mind and immediately thought of the fairy tales that Russell had "invented".

"You mean, Snow White's fate is so unfortunate because of the seven little people around her?"

Ron stroked his chin and nodded in agreement, then glanced at Will Auceptin who was eating beside him.

I think there are quite a few villains in the Church of Evernight. I think the sight of me having my pants stripped has already been captured by Amanisis. Damn it!!!
Pursing his lips with a complicated expression, the blond boy suppressed the urge to beat this guy again and shifted his gaze to the monocle who was watching the fun in the distance.

This guy was also a headache for him, a despicable thief who even the ancient sun god couldn't teach well.

"What did you teach the detective?"

Ron checked the assigned homework like an old father, his expression seemed a little serious.

"You seem to like him very much. Do you want him to become the Lord of Mysteries?"

Pushing his monocle, the Time Angel still looked cheerful, and used a joking tone to test the attitude of the God of Time and Space.

"Why, how about I let you try it?"

The Son of the Creator nodded frantically.

"Ugly in appearance, beautiful in thoughts"

The boy snorted disdainfully, jumped off the high-backed chair with his wobbly short legs, walked forward and patted Amon on the shoulder.

"No one can become the Lord of Mysteries, and no one can become God. You know that even if I support you, you can't succeed."

"A Zaratul almost became Him, let alone becoming a God."

Staring at the still happy expression on Amon's face, Ron said nothing more. He turned around and took two steps before suddenly stopping. He turned his head and looked at Amon with a rather suspicious expression.

"Are you jealous of him?"

"Heh, it's good for both you and me if you stop farting. I'm the son of the Creator, the king of angels who was born with uniqueness. I'm much stronger than some trash. How could I be jealous of him!?"

Amon's words made Will Auceptin, who was working hard, freeze.

Why are you cursing at me while you're talking?!
The blond boy curled his lips and ignored Amon's stubbornness.

Just like many angels are jealous of the uniqueness of their brothers and fathers, after this period of contact, Amon is probably also very jealous of Klein who has his own Source Castle.

Jealousy can make a person unrecognizable, and unrequited love can make people feel twisted. Roselle Gustav did not deceive me.

As for what the Seven Gods thought about the fact that no one could become the Lord of Mysteries and no one could become God, Ron didn't want to know, but he could probably guess it.

With a ready-made "pillar", why would he risk his life to advance? The higher the sequence, the closer to the beginning. As long as he is a rational and normal god, no one would seek death to advance. If it weren't for Doomsday, I'm afraid that the "true god" of Sequence Zero would be the most desired state of balance for the gods. As for whether Ron can help solve Doomsday, there is no need to worry about that.

It is unheard of and unseen for the Outer Gods to unite and deal with one guy at the same time. From now on, it seems that they are all tied to the same rope.

This is also in their interest, which means that anyone can try to win over this great being. As for whether the test is reliable, isn't there a Creator who takes the blame?

It is the most wonderful thing to tempt Adam Gan, who offends others, and then win over the Seven Gods Gan, who reap the benefits.

"Don't worry, even though your father is gone, I'm still your new father. Isn't it good to just be a second-generation father?"

Looks like I need to find something for Him to do. I remember that the factory expansion will require a lot of manpower.
With a small sigh, the blond boy thought that Amon still lacked the punishment of society. He was idle all day long, and no one knew what was on his mind all day long.

"By the way, what knowledge did you teach the detective?"

“Big, big, big, big, small, small, small, small.”

Above the gray fog, Klein the Fool was trying out the special magic taught to him by his "good brother" Amon, turning A into C.

Of course, all of this is accomplished through the materialized “world” of mannequins.

Well, not bad, quite good. But I'm afraid I'm not used to using this kind of thing on myself.
Klein looked at the two lumps in front of him with a complicated expression. He curled the corner of his mouth and wondered in his mind whether he could get away with using fake ones.

A magician never performs without preparation. He is currently preparing all the necessary props for the "work report" party on Thursday.

Uh. Let's not talk about the hardness of the rubber. The people in the party are all middle and high-level members of the witch sect. Their spiritual intuition must be strong. If they use fake ones, they will be seen at a glance.
After frowning and thinking for a long time, Klein finally decided to sacrifice his small self for the greater good.

Investigating the human trafficking between the royal family and the witch sect was no longer a task assigned by Ron, but a dirty deal that Klein really wanted to investigate and report to the three major churches.

It has nothing to do with interests, it only has to do with good and evil and conscience.

With a wave of his hand, he restored the dummy's "world" to its original state. Klein materialized a golden pocket watch and clicked it open to take a look.

"Hehe, a new round of Tarot gathering is about to begin."

I hope that little brat won't cause any trouble for me this time, and it would be best if he just behaves quietly.
Klein muttered in his heart. When he saw the second hand of his pocket watch move to three o'clock in the afternoon, he immediately spread his spiritual power and pulled all the members of the Tarot Club in according to the time.

Endless gray fog condensed in the air, and the majestic temple seemed like a miracle. Even though she had been here many times, "Justice" Audrey was still deeply shocked by what she saw.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~"

The cheerful greeting is like the church bells that ring on time every day, still as punctual and as pleasant to the ear.

I was the first to greet him, and then that little brat. It seems Mr. Fool is still slightly better.
Klein the Fool, who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table, glanced at the little brat secretly. While thinking in a humorous way, he controlled the "world" to appear like a real person amid the greetings of other members.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice~"

The boy's spirits lifted again, making the tense mood of the Tarot Club members seem a lot more relaxed.

If the boss is happy, we are happy. If the boss is good, we are good.

After saying hello, "Justice" Audrey suppressed her excitement and curiosity and did not ask about the "Black Emperor".

Yesterday, after receiving a hint from her old father that seemed to see through everything, the noble lady immediately rushed to Ron's house to seek cooperation.

On the one hand, this is to avoid the embarrassment of being too smart, and on the other hand, it is to sincerely help fellow Tarot Club members.

It was not until the afternoon, when she returned home after a tiring day, that she happened to hear the servants talking about topics such as the "Black Emperor". Only then did she pick up today's newspaper and read it carefully.

It's so cool, they just spread a deck of tarot cards like that. I wonder which member corresponds to the "Emperor" tarot card. Does Mr. Ron recognize it?
Being able to hear news about the Tarot Club from the real world, and that news was about the strong trial of evil, undoubtedly increased the noble lady's sense of honor and belonging to the Tarot Club.

Hmm. It's a pity that I left too early. I should have asked Mr. Ron at that time. But could it be someone around him, such as the gentleman with gold-rimmed glasses and a beard who seemed to have a talent for comedy, or the gentleman with a monocle who made me puzzled?
Pursing her lips, she looked around with her emerald eyes. As a "mind reader", she quickly discovered something unusual:
Eh? Little Sun seemed a little anxious. I remembered that he should have followed the elder "Shepherd" to explore the temple of the "True Creator". Could it be that he encountered some difficulties or dangers?

Also, Fors was in a state where she wanted to ask but didn't dare to. Well, she must have learned about the "Black Emperor" through the newspaper and associated it with the Tarot Club through the Tarot cards. She must have been thinking, I'm sorry, I'm just a Sequence Nine.
Inexplicably, she imagined the "magician" lady's inner thoughts in Susie's tone in her mind. Audrey Hall began to observe other people stealthily again, like a big golden retriever sitting there without attracting any attention.

(End of this chapter)