Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 399 People who love to sneer will have bad luck (3.3K)

Ron's eyelids jumped when he saw the comfortable Mercury Snake. He always felt like he was wasting money by spending money to support such a loser.

Simply put, the more you look at it, the angrier you get, and the more you think about it, the more you lose.

This isn't a job to be a servant; this is a job to be a master!

It has to be said that the servants in Ron's house are more abstract than each other. Even the resentful souls who joined in at the beginning and were trembling with fear now lack the necessary respect for their master.

I have to find something for him to do, otherwise why should I support him?
Ron's golden eyes moved slightly, scanning the newspaper that fell on the coffee table and several news reports in the newspaper that were obviously slanderous and false.

In Queens Borough, in Baron Sindras’s luxurious mansion.

"Baron, I have already arranged it. Your friends all trust you and this incident will not have any impact on your reputation."

"But those reporters and those two socialites and their children"

The butler with gray hair and a stern and serious expression bowed slightly, and a cold light flashed in his blue eyes.

"No, it's not necessary. This is Backlund, a society ruled by law."

Baron Sindras, whose black hair mixed with silver threads was neatly combed back, revealing his broad forehead and slightly high hairline, shook his head, without a trace of displeasure on his face.

His face is relatively round, but lacks sufficient flesh to support it. His cheekbones are quite high and there are distinct wrinkles everywhere.

Unlike most Loenese of his age, the Baron had no beard, his cheeks were clean-shaven, and his blue eyes were so light that they were almost colorless.

"What is needed here is not fighting and killing. If we take action and are caught, these rumors will be confirmed."

"We just need to deny it and let the police get to the bottom of it!"

"We don't need to do anything. Those reporters will resign under pressure, and no one will invite those two socialites to the dance."

The Baron didn't finish his words, but his meaning was clear. In Backlund, if you lose your job and no one hires you, you will go bankrupt bit by bit, and the best outcome for a socialite who loses her connections is to become a prostitute.

As a multimillionaire in the Kingdom of Loen, one of the most famous bankers and business owners, Baron Sindras really enjoys the enjoyment brought by money and power.

This kind of thing, which can change the future destiny of one or several people without them noticing, is what he is best at and what he likes to do the most.

Being high above, everything was arranged invisibly, making him feel like a god.

A god who sits high above Backlund, with money, power, and connections as his "authority"!

The butler nodded. He was not surprised. Those reporters and socialites were too low-level and lacked sufficient knowledge. Their subsequent fate was entirely their own bad luck.

"Baron, what about this guy who looks young?"

"I don't know why Duke Negan always keeps holding on to him, as if there is a deep hatred between them."

A newspaper was handed over. On the black and white layout was a blurry black and white photo of a proud blond boy.

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Baron Sindras was silent for a moment. He didn't expect that he would fall into the hands of this minor this time.

It’s amazing that I had a child at such an old age.

"Baron, he doesn't look like a minor. And according to our surveillance, his factory is smuggling goods to West Balam. He is very likely a spy sent by the rebels."

"Should we report this to the three major churches, or give some information to MI9?"

Baron Sindras took the newspaper and read it carefully. Finally, he curled up a sneer at the corner of his mouth and said calmly:
"No need. Pallas Nigan will do it. We just need to use our influence to increase the prices of some raw materials so that the Honest Steel Company will not be able to make ends meet."

The baron hadn't finished his words, but his meaning was already very clear. If the income was not enough to cover the expenses, it would mean bankruptcy. No matter what the other party was planning, it would be in vain in the end.

"Go prepare some gifts and invite the military to be our guests. I am more concerned about the stability of the southern continent than this."

"Can't those barbarians just fight each other according to the script? They died human lives, but I lost millions of pounds of property!"

Only chaos can create wealth, and the primitive accumulation of capital will inevitably be accompanied by countless bones. Whether it is the dark factory workshop in Backlund or the burning, killing and looting in East Balam, there is no essential difference between the two.

Waging war and provoking armed conflict is the beginning of primitive accumulation.

The stability of the southern continent ensured the security of local prices and resource output. Some farmers who made their fortunes on plantations met their final doomsday, as their property was divided up, while those southern continent people who were forced to work like slaves gained more autonomy.

But in business, if others are happy, you will be unhappy. Most of the time, East Balam Import and Export Company is no longer able to purchase goods at low prices or for free. Profits continue to evaporate, and huge profits have become a thing of the past.

This is simply like cutting his flesh and drinking his blood.

"I will invest in a batch of weapons to support some ambitious people, so that they can continue to create chaos and destroy those orderly places again."

"By the way, pay more attention to the Spiritual Cult. If necessary, you can give them some help and let them fight against the rebels."

"I'm doing this for the good of the people of the southern continent. If we hadn't brought civilization to them, they would probably still be lighting eye-smoking candles at night and performing bloody primitive sacrifices to unknown evil gods."

Baron Sindras took a sip of the red wine that tasted like blood, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he thought quickly in his mind how to recover the lost profits.

Capital is the most fundamental conflict. Whether it is war or colonization, everything revolves around it. This is why it is necessary to deal with the powerful people in each kingdom before establishing a country.

The reason why the Seven Gods gave in was that it would not be a big deal if they lost a few anchors. If the Doomsday was taken away by the big guys, they would still be the high and mighty gods in the future. As for the reason why the armies of various countries stagnated to maintain stability, it was because the casualties were too great and it was not cost-effective.

But it is different for those noble lords who rely on burning, killing and looting.

Their IQ is like that of a curly-haired baboon. They cannot see the situation clearly and are still dreaming of having the power of life and death. They really don't know fear unless a gun is pointed to their heads.

"Yes, Baron, I will arrange it right away."

"Why did you take away my last bit of luck? Now I am left with nothing but bad luck."

Will Auceptin lowered his head as he walked through the alleys of Backlund.

The Mercury Snake, which was forced to perform tasks by its master because it was too bad, walked slowly.

Wherever He passed, there seemed to be dark clouds covering the area, and it was dark and gloomy within a radius of ten meters. Even mice and insects were frightened and fled in panic, not daring to approach.

This is the result of a 1.4-meter-tall man trying his best to suppress!

Unlike the bad luck of the Sequence Six "Disaster Priest" that affects both himself and the enemy, Will Auceptin, as a Sequence One Mercury Serpent, can make it only affect the enemy and not himself.

"That guy is too mean. He let me be the bad guy, but he went to the stock exchange to squat. If he uses this method, he will be struck by lightning sooner or later."

Mercury Snake muttered to itself as it walked quickly, and soon arrived at the door of a large luxurious villa in Queens.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Which noble family in Backlund is this child of?
As soon as Baron Sindras's butler went out, he saw a well-dressed man of 1.4 meters tall blocking the door. Adhering to his professional spirit, he immediately stepped forward and asked politely.

"I was sent by Ron Sothoth! He asked me to tell Baron Sinderas that you are in big trouble!"

“If you don’t want to go bankrupt due to bad luck, just sell all the shares of East Balam Import and Export Company to him!”

Will Auceptin stood with his hands on his hips and yelled without any respect. Judging from how hard he worked, it was clear that he was well worth the free food and drinks he had received these days.

Huh? Is this person coming here to declare war? But why is it a child! ?

The housekeeper was stunned and didn't react for a while.

"Little guy, don't make trouble. Ron asked you to pass on a message, right?"

Emperor Roselle once said that destiny is in one's own hands.
The butler suppressed his lips, muttered something in his heart, and then returned to Baron Sindras's room.

"Baron, there is a little visitor outside the door. He is here to pass on a message for Ron."

"Oh, what did he say?"

The baron was a little confused when he saw the butler coming back, but when he heard what the butler said, he immediately became interested.

I want to hear what the boy wants to convey, so much so that he sends someone to tell it orally.

"Haha, he said, he said, you have to hand over the shares of East Balam Import and Export Company, otherwise you will be in big trouble."

"Hahaha"

Having said this, the usually serious butler couldn't help but chuckle. No matter how he thought about it, he found this matter very funny.

"Sales, it seems that your previous judgment was wrong. It seems that the boy in the newspaper was pushed out to the front. There must be someone behind him giving him advice."

"Perhaps the actual manipulator behind this has gone out on a date recently, and that kid wants to accomplish something, so he sent someone to 'warn' me?"

"Still unlucky? Does he think he's just playing house? Hahaha."

Hearing this, even Baron Sindras, who had always been concerned about his image, made a grunting sound, his face turned red with laughter, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

This is really ridiculous. After so many years of intrigue in Backlund, this is the first time he has encountered such an abstract opponent.

"Go get a gift and tell the little guest outside that Emperor Roselle once said that fate is in our own hands. Let's see how he can make me unlucky!"

"Yes, Your Excellency the Baron."

The butler immediately bowed, took out a box of valuable candies from the collection room, and walked quickly to Will Auceptin.

"Little guy, the Baron said that one's destiny is in one's own hands. He wants to see how you can make him unlucky."

Huh?
The 1.40-meter-tall man was speechless for a moment. He waved his hand and did not take the gift box. Instead, he found a clean place and sat directly at the door.

However, before the butler could try to send the guest away again, there was a loud bang, and smoke mixed with flames gushed out of the windows of the huge villa.

The earth was shaking, glass was shattering, and even the three-story villa was shaking and about to collapse.

This is a gas pipeline explosion!
"How unlucky can it be? It's just like this."

At this moment, the butler, whose expression was frozen on his face, suddenly heard Will Auceptin mumbling.

(End of this chapter)