Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 397 Amon's Attention Is Either a Treason or a Thief (3K)

"Ron, do you know where there are mermaids?"

After a moment of exhaustion, Klein calmed himself down and sat down in front of the blond boy. He put on a professional posture like a famous detective and tried to get information for free.

After being in Backlund for so long, he can be considered a bit famous.

"I know!"

At this time, Willon Saidin, who had stopped crying, raised his hand in a childish way, like a student in elementary school.

Come on, be serious. In this situation, shouldn't you lean back, act relaxed, and look at me with a smile on your face?

Seeing this scene, Klein could no longer suppress the complaints in his heart, and at the same time he felt relieved.

If all the members of the Tarot Club were familiar with what the high-ranking people in this world were like, then Mr. Fool, who was playing tricks on others, would have been exposed long ago.

"Humph, Klein, I haven't seen you for such a long time. I didn't expect you to be so petty!"

The blond boy also looked arrogant. He snorted proudly and started to mock without any hesitation.

After raising his eyelids and glancing at the helpless expression on the face of the great detective in front of him, Ron continued:

"Some mermaids believe in the Goddess of Night. Perhaps you can reinstate yourself and surrender to the Church of Night, but I don't know if your 6000 pounds will be returned."

Upon hearing this, Klein's expression froze. Without even thinking, he immediately asked:
"What about the other part?"

"Then you have to go to the sea. You may encounter wild mermaids on the route from the Gargas Islands to the deep sea of ​​the Sonia Sea. There is also a certain chance of discovering them in the sea areas that have not yet been explored by humans and are full of various dangers."

Ron pouted and spread his hands helplessly.

Can you speak? What does it mean to go to the sea? You are the only one who goes to the sea. Your whole family goes to the sea!
He picked up the cup angrily and drank the blood-red wine in one gulp. Klein nodded pretentiously.

"My next plan is to digest the Faceless Man's potion, and then I may have to go out to sea to find mermaids and become a puppet master."

"I guess around the New Year. To be honest, it seems that there is no need for me to stay in Backlund, but playing the role of the Faceless Man in a big city with complicated interpersonal relationships is better than going to the sea, right?"

"What do you mean?"

Unconsciously, he still sought Ron's advice.

"This is your business. Make your own decision. You are not my subordinate. There is no need to report your plan to me."

"I wish you a safe voyage, and don't get eaten by a sea monster!"

……

Eat your sister, can't you say something nice?
Walking home alone, Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart about Ron's words that seemed like a reminder but were actually a provocation.

Honestly speaking, after realizing that there was no need for him to stay in Backlund anymore, he wanted to leave immediately and go look for the mermaid.

But the Faceless Man hadn't digested the potion yet, so it was still a little early to go out to sea. Besides, there would be no more gatherings of the various Beyonders in Backlund at sea.

Sigh... I have to sell some of the things I don't use anymore. After all, I'm still poor...

He took out his wallet and looked at the less than three hundred pounds in change inside. This was Klein's entire fortune, just like when he first came to Backlund, not a penny more or less.

Creeping Hunger is indeed useful, but it is also expensive. Even with the lowest price, it still costs 10,000 pounds. How many years will I have to do this commission...

Gathering his thoughts and stuffing his wallet back into his trouser pocket, Klein began to think about how to get more money to raise enough money for the voyage.

Selling bicycle shares?
It hasn’t come to that yet.

The trait gained from selling the "Black Emperor"?
But selling witch traits at special gatherings will be targeted, and no one wants it at the Tarot Club.

Do I really have to continue selling my body? (As a commission)
After walking for a while, just as Klein was thinking about how to digest the potion and how to make money, he suddenly saw a figure under the street light in front of him.

The figure wore a pointed wizard hat, a classical wizard robe, and a monocle on his right eye. He was leaning against a street lamp holding a bottle of wine, as if waiting for someone.

No way, are all you angels so shameless that you even want to block me halfway...

Seeing this scene, Klein felt his anus tighten and he immediately turned back, deciding to stay at Ron's house for the night.

He never expected that even the time angel who looked quite impressive would look so awkward.

"Heh, why are you leaving? I won't hit you."

"You're not scared, are you? To be honest, a dog in Backlund is better than you. If I wanted to attack you, you would have become my clone long ago!"

Under the street light, Shi Tianshi pushed up his monocle, and a solid white light was reflected on the mirror surface.

"What do you mean?"

Klein stopped and asked back immediately without paying attention to the sarcasm.

"It's nothing, I just saw that you were in distress and wanted to help you."

"Do you want to digest the potion? Do you want to make money? I have a great idea..."

Friday, 8 a.m. "Are you sure I can digest the potion by turning into your appearance and working for you?"

Outside the bicycle production workshop of the Honest Steel Factory, Klein, who was wearing a blue worker's uniform, almost laughed out of anger when he heard Amon's idea. He turned his head abruptly and wanted to go back to continue working on the commission.

Do I look like someone who is easy to deceive? Let me become like you. Doesn't this just run into your mouth?

Although he didn't know what the purpose of the Angel King was, Klein intuitively felt that He had some hidden conspiracy.

"Hey, don't go, I really want to help you."

Seeing that the detective he had finally convinced didn't believe him, Amon immediately stepped forward, put his arm around his shoulder, and gave him sincere advice:
"Don't always listen to what others say about me, they are all rumors."

"Have you read the fairy tale of Little Pony Crossing the River told by Russell? No matter what, you have to have your own ideas."

"And I am very familiar with the three paths of 'Fortune Teller', 'Thief', and 'Apprentice'. No one knows how to play each sequence better than me."

"I tell you, there are no public carriages these days. You're here now, how can you know if you don't try it?"

As soon as Amon finished speaking, Klein's steps gradually stopped. He turned his head and looked carefully at the face of the angel, trying to find any signs of lying.

"Okay, Mr. Amon, I'll trust you this time."

Yes, now that I'm here...it's just screwing in some screws. He, the King of Angels, wouldn't be so tasteless as to trick me into screwing in some screws for Him, right?
Although Klein was wary of Amon, he still retained a tiny bit of trust in him and did not look at him with tinted glasses.

Oh, shameless, why didn't you say it when you slandered me? I believed me for once, and you said all the good things...

However, Amon was still upset about Klein's shamelessness.

"Then let's get started. My job is to assemble bicycles. The work is a little more difficult and a little more tiring."

……

"There are still many good people in the world. You can trick someone into giving you free labor with just a few words..."

At this time, the Time Angel had changed his clothes. He walked on the street, looking left and right, in sharp contrast to Klein, who was working on the dark assembly line in the factory.

That's right, the angel didn't care about anything at that time, not the Source Castle, nor the life of the great detective. He just asked him to help him tighten the screws for free, once again refreshing the lower limit of the term Amon.

"Stop talking nonsense and go find the characteristics."

Suddenly, the "genie" hanging on the waist of the angel of time spoke suddenly, leaving him no time to relax.

"Heh, it doesn't matter who's screwing the screws. Since you hate him so much, you might as well get rid of me and build rules to speed up his assembly line."

"Fortune tellers are very skillful..."

The key to this scam is to convince the "genie" to turn a blind eye to the matter.

Although the "Wishing Lamp" was a little bit stupid, fortunately, with his eloquence and the art of language, Shi Tianshi still managed to convince the other party.

As for why we do this, it is of course to rebel against fate.

My fate is in my own hands, how could a great Amon be so obedient as to be assigned to screw around day and night? ?

I will resist, resist injustice, and never compromise with fate!
After playing pranks for thousands of years, the angel felt a fire burning in his heart, as if he had found the value and meaning of life again.

"The treatment in those factories doesn't seem to be very good. If I incite the workers to launch a strike and march across Backlund, will it cause headaches for the three major churches, the Loen royal family, and that little brat? "

"Oh, interesting, so interesting, it's interesting just thinking about it!"

……

"How much do you get paid per week for such a high-intensity job?"

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Klein, who was wearing Amon's face and not wearing a monocle, curiously asked the workers beside him.

Originally an employee of the steel mill, he obviously didn't expect that this young man who was good at screwing screws would talk to him.

The worker wiped his sweat and said with a smile:
"It's 30 soli per week, and there's extra money for working more hours than you can count."

"Besides, dinner is provided here. We will work overtime for two hours and leave after dinner."

It seems that I am still too idealistic...

Hearing the worker's answer, Klein muttered silently in his heart.

Although the work was hard and the working hours were almost as long as in other factories, fortunately the kid did not exploit me and was paid enough.

In this era, it can be regarded as absolute conscience.

Klein felt a splitting headache after taking a look at the piles of bicycle parts waiting to be assembled.

Amon said that He never stops screwing things in. If I want others to fully identify with the role I play, I must try my best and never stop...

"Shit! Why did the role-playing of digesting potion turn out like this?!"

(End of this chapter)