Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 381 Pales: You know nothing! (3.5K)

Loen Kingdom, Eastchester County, Stoon City.

It was already late at night, and the crimson moonlight was shining from the sky, covering the sleeping people with a thin red veil.

According to common sense, this should be people's rest time, but in this era, it is very common for workers to work overtime and stay up late.

For example, the most inhumane Red Gloves Team of the Church of Night, even though it was already late at night, the members still sat on small benches and held meetings energetically.

After about ten minutes, the meeting finally ended. Leonard Mitchell opened the door handle and returned to the lounge, which had more superficial significance than actual significance.

"Old man, this is the fourth case. Although the scene was disguised to look like a crime committed by the crazy people of the Aurora Society, and even the victim's body was not left behind, the church has confirmed that this was indeed done by a demon."

"What's going on lately? I haven't seen a demon for a few years. It's like, uh, like..."

The poet with black hair and blue eyes was stuck in his words, as if he couldn't find any good adjectives and didn't know how to continue.

"They popped up like mushrooms after rain. You are so stupid. You can't say that you can't copy? You have read Russell's poetry collection several times. You even memorized it!"

"Your memory is getting worse and worse. I remember your goddess was not like this."

Before Leonard could hide his embarrassment, an old voice came from his ear. As he expected, it was full of sarcasm and hurtful.

"Old man, aren't you only interested in Roselle's private life and the gossip from Trier?"

The poet classmate curled the corner of his mouth and retorted in a rather stubborn manner.

"You know nothing. I was just checking Trier's current situation based on superficial phenomena. It's very likely related to the devil!"

"If you don't understand, don't ask. I do things for a reason. Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"

Pales Zoroast retorted angrily, obviously very angry with Leonard.

"Come on, old man, what can you tell? According to the church's analysis, there must be a passage leading to the abyss near Backlund. What does this have to do with Trier?"

"And don't just watch. Aren't you very powerful? Aren't you a high-sequence? Can't you deceive the demon's malicious perception?"

Leonard returned to the room without hiding anything. He tilted his head and tried to persuade the grandfather in his body to play his due role in a normal voice.

"Oh, I'm just an old and weak guy, how can I have that ability? Besides, I have an enemy who can't be exposed or he will come to my door."

The Sequence One Archangel curled his lips, indicating that he did not want to help, and told Leonard to fend for himself.

Upon hearing these words that were clearly meant to shirk responsibility, Leonard Mitchell stood up again from where he had just sat down, and asked in a low voice:
"You still have the nerve to say that, old man? Why didn't you say that when you stole my salary and went to the fancy restaurant?"

"And he tipped the waiter generously, pretending to be a successful person. If I didn't have some private money, we wouldn't even be able to rent a house!"

Leonard Mitchell was furious when he thought of what this old man had done.

Is it really that deceptive? You still say you want to hide it, but why didn't you hide it when you took my salary and went out to have fun? ?
"Well, don't be so stingy. Young people are in a good time to endure hardships. I'm an old man, so what's wrong with spending some of your money? Besides, it's the clone who went there, not the real person. Anyway, you don't need to sleep or a house!"

"Okay, I'll help you this time, then we're even!"

Pales Zoroast did not slack off on the tasks assigned by Ron. After all, the sooner he finished the tasks, the sooner he could retire.

It is difficult to hide one's tracks, but isn't it easy to expose them?

As for whether Amon would become suspicious, Pales was not worried at all.

It’s up to you whether you want to come or not. If you don’t come, I will continue to be free and easy. If you come, I will retire with honor. Since becoming an angel, this old guy has never been so free and easy.

It is a wonderful thing to have someone to back you up!

It's just that some are happy while others are sad. A great noble of the Fourth Epoch is not as carefree as some poor guy who can be easily dismissed with a dozen pounds.

so.
"Can't you spend less?"

Leonard sat in the chair with a dejected look on his face. He deeply understood Klein's feelings and believed that money was more important.

Especially when there is an old man around you who steals things without giving them to you. "Old man, I have always had a question. Since you can deceive the evil perception of demons, which is very troublesome, can you deceive other things?"

"For example, if a god who claims to be omniscient is deceived or has secrets concealed from him, doesn't that mean he doesn't have omniscience?"

Good boy, you really dare to think that if I spend some money, you will take me to die with you?

"Oh, there is no real God who can be omniscient, so you can't think of something that will benefit your life?"

After hesitating for half a second, Pales Zoroast still gave him a warning, lest this guy be too unlucky one day and die in his sleep without knowing it.

"The old man didn't have it before, but doesn't he have it now?"

"It's the all-seeing one from the southern continent. Do you think He knows you and me?"

Out of caution, the poet did not say the full name, but only expressed part of it.

Omniscience and omniscience were simply too incredible for him. He couldn't even imagine it, and he didn't have enough reference objects.

Feeling the host's stupid look, Pales rolled his eyes helplessly.

"I told you, no true God can have true omniscience!"

He emphasized it first, and then, as if he was performing for someone, he said solemnly:
"Secondly, He must know us and may be watching you!"

"Finally, it is not impossible to deceive. There is a way to deceive such beings, and that is to make them willingly be deceived!"

The status gap is too big, they are not creatures of the same level at all. You tell me how to deceive. Even if there is uniqueness, it only takes a little effort to see through it, unless you don't take the initiative to provoke it and don't leave any meaningful clues.
Pales Zoroast had a flash of thought, but He did not explain this "common sense" to Leonard.

A Sequence Seven, what is the point of knowing so much?
"Old man, do you mean that the existence has surpassed the true God? The last time there was such a description was the Creator who split into seven gods, right?"

Hearing the old man's answer, and remembering the "God War" he witnessed when he was on a mission in the southern continent, Leonard Mitchell's eyes widened instantly, and he understood the hint that could only be understood but not expressed in words.

"Stop talking nonsense, do what you need to do, and stop bothering me!"

Curling his lips in disdain, Pales Zoroast rolled over and took another deep dive.

He had maintained his state well enough today. If he continued talking, he was really afraid of being pissed off by this unlearned guy.

Bang bang bang!
"Hello, do you need room service?"

Just after the old guy and the young guy finished their daily bickering, Leonard's guest room door was suddenly knocked and a rough voice was heard.

As soon as this heroic voice entered his ears, Leonard Mitchell imagined a burly man with a full beard.

This is called room service!? Isn't that what is usually provided at midnight? What do you mean!?

In just a moment of imagination, Leonard's handsome face turned dark, and he wanted to take out his revolver and shoot the guy outside through the door.

Bang bang bang!
"Hello, do you need service at night?"

The door was knocked again. This time, the poet did not hesitate. He took out his revolver, walked quickly forward, and suddenly opened the door, intending to throw this pervert who harassed him in the middle of the night into the police station to calm down for a few days.

But the moment he opened the door, he saw that the person standing outside was not the burly man he had imagined, but a gentleman wearing a black classical robe, a pointed soft hat of the same color, with black curly hair, black eyes, a broad forehead, and a thin face.

At this moment, He was pushing up the crystal monocle that was firmly worn on his right eye.

Silently, a church filled with corpses and with an extremely sacred atmosphere surrounded this place, completely cutting off contact with the outside world.

"Pallez, there is one more thing. If you want to deal with beings beyond the sequence, you must have the same helper!"

"How's it going? Surprise?"

It’s good to have a dad!

(End of this chapter)