Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 394 I'm the one who makes trouble, but you take the blame (4K)

Since you often cause trouble for the Fool, I will also cause trouble for you, so we are even this time.
Klein secretly complained in his heart. If the little brat often caused trouble, it would be impossible for him not to have some resentment in his heart. Sometimes he was so angry that he ignored the huge gap in strength and forgot to use his extraordinary ability to just go for it.

As for the result, it is naturally an honorable defeat!
Now, after discovering that Ron's strength was enough to destroy all Tarot Club members, including The Fool, with a single blow, Klein felt that if he wanted to take revenge and regain his face, he would have to use his brain more.

Just as the great detective was brainstorming and thinking of more ways to deal with the little brat, the White Saint Catalina Pellet slowly put down the mirror in her hand.

As Klein expected, the magic mirror did not give any instructions regarding the words he said that contained the message of the blasphemous card.

This indicates that the divination has failed!

In fact, according to common sense, divination on the blasphemy card will not lead to the failure of the divination itself, but it will be the same as divination on a normal bookmark.

But who can blame the witch saint on the opposite side for having never seen the real card of blasphemy?

The fortune teller had set a trap in his words from the very beginning, and his words even involved Ron's residence. This cunning guy was far beyond everyone's imagination.

"It seems that what you said is somewhat correct. The divination did not give any feedback."

"You did a great job, I'm very satisfied!"

This also means that whether the Blasphemy Card is there or not, there is a problem at 67 Williams Street...

Although she said she was satisfied, there was still a hint of suspicion in Catalina Pelle's eyes. However, the suspicion was fleeting and was quickly suppressed by her.

As an "ageless witch", she has lived so long that naturally she has the most basic sense of vigilance.

Although it was reasonable for Klein to tell this story as "Jessica", it was as if he was afraid of not doing his job well and being punished by the sect, so he wanted to find the murderer as soon as possible to redeem himself.

but……

How can you, a Sequence Six, discover these?
"The Black Emperor's incident caused a big stir. The three major churches and many high-sequence members of secret organizations were unable to discover it. How did you confirm the Black Emperor's true identity?"

Catalina, wearing a pure white robe and with skin as white and tender as a girl, changed her posture and leaned back more lazily in the recliner.

Her fingers kept fiddling with her hair, tangling around her like a young girl but also like a poisonous spider ready to attack.

If the subordinate in front of her shows any abnormality, she will send her to death without hesitation!

Klein's breathing quickened slightly. He had no intention of hiding anything, and immediately laughed at him in a joking tone:

"Those high-sequence experts must seldom read newspapers!"

"Your Highness, based on my speculation, the Steam Church might know something about this."

"Oh why?"

Seeing her subordinate witch swearing so confidently, Catalina became a little curious.

"I don't know if you noticed, but last month, there was a small report in the newspaper about the 12th Backlund serial murder case."

"That was the news about the theft of an exhibit at the Kingdom Museum, and what was stolen was a bookmark..."

"I happened to be visiting there at the time and saw an unusual guy who was always asking questions. I didn't pay much attention to him at first, but then he was attacked by the Black Emperor. I followed some clues and traced them all the way to the theft case at the Kingdom Museum."

As for how I came up with it, in the world of mysticism there is something called spiritual intuition.

Klein did not lie. He spoke sincerely, as if it was his own experience. No matter what angle Catalina asked the question from, he could answer it fluently.

Telling only part of the truth is a deadly lie.

Looking at Katarina's increasingly serious sitting posture and her expression mixed with solemnity and joy, Klein knew that he had succeeded.

"I'm going to the bathroom, wait a moment."

The White Saint stood up and gave an order, then rushed to the bathroom attached to the bedroom as if she could not hold it any longer, and locked the door with a bang.

Madam, you are very skilled in this position. Are you going to tell fortunes?

Seeing this very familiar behavior, Klein curled the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but mutter silently in his heart to relieve the tension and pressure of facing the demigod.

It is not easy to deceive a demigod, and it is quite dangerous. If it were not for Medici's backup, Klein would not have the courage to do such an infiltration alone.

"She won't find out anything, will she?"

Tilting his head, the great detective asked in a low voice.

But the Red Angel just sneered and did not give any accurate answer.

The clock in the bedroom ticked away. Klein waited for five minutes before the wooden door of the bathroom was suddenly pushed open.

“Jessica, come with me. If you can really get the Blasphemous Card, not only will I not hold you responsible, but I will also help you advance to Sequence Five!”

In the bathroom, Catalina had confirmed that the information concerning the villa did have the ability of anti-divination and anti-prophecy at the god-level.

There are only two possibilities.

First, there is a real God living in it, but it is too ridiculous and no one will believe it.

Second, the card of blasphemy is actually there.

Moreover, when the ceremony just took place, the Original seemed to have shown great interest in this blasphemous card. If she could obtain it and offer sacrifice to please the Original, perhaps she would become Him in the next few decades!

……

"Sharon, don't be angry. Don't you have any responsibility at all?"

The small fry continued to pass the blame as usual, and the expressionless resentful soul almost lost control of his expression when he heard this, and rolled his eyes helplessly.

She believed that if her teacher were here, she would probably not be able to tolerate this guy.

"Since I met you, I have discovered many deficiencies in my ascetic practice."

Her expressionless sarcasm seemed to be an implicit attempt to make Ron reflect on himself.

"It's a good thing to be good at self-reflection. You can reflect on this matter and apologize to me in the end!"

However, this was of no use to the blond boy. With just a few words, he shamelessly pushed all the responsibility back.

Hearing this, Sharon's pace suddenly quickened. The hem of her black court dress kept shaking, and her two long legs crossed, making a crisp "da da da" sound, silently mocking the blond boy's weakness.

"Sharon, is the relationship between us broken because of a small fruit!?"

There is no relationship between you and me, don't add drama to yourself...

Sharon was so helpless that she actually complained in her heart for the first time.

But at this moment...

The footsteps suddenly stopped, and Miss Wrath suddenly felt her skirt being pulled, and then she leaned against the wall, and her body in the palace dress felt the familiar temperature again. Ron hugged Miss Wrath's slender waist, his body pressed tightly against her cold and flat belly, and his little golden head rubbed forward and buried deeply in Sharon's soft heart.

Feeling the little head shaking in her arms, Sharon's cheeks suddenly turned red.

She quickly stretched out her hand, trying to stop this behavior, but her hand suddenly stopped just as it reached halfway into the air.

Looking around vigilantly and pursing her bloodless lips, the delicate-looking Miss Ghost did not stop the boy's behavior, but did not take the initiative to please him either.

Because she found that she didn't seem to hate this god who always tried to destroy her practice.

I did this for my teacher, and was forced by this evil guy, not for myself. If He made that request, I would reject Him.
But it's so cute...

Biting her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, Miss Wrathful Soul's body trembled slightly unconsciously, and her breathing became heavy unconsciously.

At this moment, Ron suddenly raised his head.

"Humph, it seems that you don't hate me, and you even take advantage of me."

The tsundere groan of the blond boy made the resentful soul feel ashamed and annoyed. She refused stubbornly:

"You took advantage of me, and I hate you..."

Although she said this, Sharon had no intention of refusing Ron. She just leaned against the wall like a motionless puppet.

The blond boy curled his lips in disdain, then stood on tiptoe, wanting to deepen his relationship with his servant.

The villa is quite quiet now, as Medici and Klein are out dealing with the Witch Cult.

And Amon had been thrown into the bicycle assembly line by himself, and was probably still working overtime. He couldn't make any sarcastic remarks at the critical moment.

As for Will Auceptin, what's there to be afraid of a kid? A few magazines can make this guy so happy that he can't walk.

Let me ask, who can stop me, who dares to stop me!

Standing on tiptoes and looking up, the blond boy tried hard to reach the soft thing that was far away in the sky but yet right in front of him. Miss Ghost laughed out loud when she saw this funny scene.

But she soon regained her facial expression and lowered her head slightly, trying to make it less difficult for Ron to reach her.

Silently, the whole scene fell into silence. Just when the two were about to touch, there was a sudden creaking sound from the door behind them.

Miss Ghost woke up immediately, her rosy cheeks became even redder, and her pounding heart beat even more violently. She instinctively activated the Ghost Transformation, and after a few mirror jumps, she disappeared without a trace.

"You useless bastard! I didn't even get to kiss you. Hahaha!"

"You bastard, even if I give you a chance you can't do anything about it, hahaha!"

Seeing this unexpected scene, the old Lord and the old God in the will no longer remained silent. They threw away the "popcorn" in their hands, poked Ron's spine and laughed.

"Shut up, this is none of your business!"

Damn, who the hell is that bastard!

Ron froze in place. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to suppress the two crazy wills in his mind that kept mocking him.

With the creaking of the door, the furious blond boy finally saw who had disturbed his good time.

The visitor was a lady with black hair and blue eyes, pure and beautiful. She was wearing a simple and holy white robe with high slits on both sides, revealing a pair of flawless legs. Her skin was as white as snow and as tender as a girl's, and she had an indescribable charm.

But in Ron's eyes, the undisguised filth, evil and twistedness overshadowed the plus points of appearance.

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Why are you so impatient? Is this all the time you need to find the Black Emperor Card?!
Seeing this scene, Ron immediately remembered the divination an hour ago. Through the vague connection in the mirror world, the great being saw this hateful guy who was trying to spy on him.

But at that time he was busy teasing Sharon and had no time to pay attention to this kind of person, so he let the other party save his life.

"Hey, little brother, what are you doing here alone so late at night? Are you trying to secretly tease the servants at home?"

"How cute! I can be teased by you~"

Tease NMLGB!

This unintentional taunt angered the blond boy.

Ron didn't give the other party time to talk nonsense, nor did he give her any time to react. Adhering to the most primitive and pure violence, he went up and punched this evil devil.

The terrifying fist, with its terrifying gust of wind, instantly penetrated Catalina's lower abdomen, shattering her intestines and the spine that supported her body, causing her entire body to fly backwards at an even faster speed.

A white figure flashed by, and with a loud bang, a huge pit ten meters wide and nearly twenty meters deep was smashed into the back garden of the manor.

"My grass!"

"Shit!"

Klein, who followed behind and climbed in through the window, almost popped his eyes out when he saw this scene. He immediately changed back to his original appearance in women's clothes, fearing that Ron would not recognize him for a moment, and punched himself to pieces.

"What? Why did you two bring the witch here?"

Suddenly, a boy's voice was heard, which was obviously angry and a little childish.

Upon hearing this voice, Klein broke out in a cold sweat. But before the cunning fortune teller could come up with a good excuse, Medici suddenly emerged from inside the mirror.

"This guy did it. He wanted to get back at you and disgust you. It's none of my business."

The Red Angel had a calm expression. Although He agreed with Klein's approach, He was cautious and did not get involved. He was worried about the current situation.

Not you, me, you.
Klein swallowed his saliva and was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

Didn't you agree to protect me if anything goes wrong? Is this how you protect me!?

Hearing this, Ron once again looked at Klein, who was constantly sneering at him. He snorted disdainfully and immediately raised his right hand, intending to loosen the bones of this abominable guy.

"I am back!"

At this moment, a plain and low voice resounded throughout the villa, announcing the limited-time return of the assembly line angel.

Hearing this familiar voice, the cunning fortune teller's thoughts raced, and he suddenly came up with a good idea.

"Ron, this is none of my business. Amon hinted at me to do this!"

"I don't know why you are so angry, but it is obvious that Amon is the mastermind."

Sorry, brother Amon, you cheated me before, otherwise I would be embarrassed to use you as a shield.
Klein shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be calm while shifting the blame. Although he didn't know whether Ron believed it or not, he believed it anyway.

All the gifts of fate are secretly marked with a price. Do you accept such an ending?
(End of this chapter)