Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 402: At this point, I can only sell out... (3.2K)

Emperor Roselle said it well, good and evil will be rewarded in the end.

At this moment, Ron seemed quite embarrassed. Although he didn't care about his identity being exposed, he couldn't do the same as Amon, clapping his hands and shouting "interesting".

Being immoral does not mean being thick-skinned.

In his plan, meeting Leonard and Daly was purely accidental. He didn't expect that things would really be as Klein said. If he jumped too much in Backlund, he would definitely be discovered by the familiar Nighthawks.

Could it be that this guy was too unlucky and ended up affecting me...

After silently glancing at Will Auceptin beside him, the blond boy immediately revealed a hearty smile.

"Um. Have you eaten?"

Leonard and Daly Simone looked at each other again. The latter did not give Ron a chance to make a joke and stepped forward, trying to pinch Ron's ears.

However, faced with the blond boy who could easily see through her intentions, Daly Simone could only sigh helplessly after several failed attempts.

"It seems you are not fake."

"Ron, you have to explain what's going on!"

Leonard also echoed:

"Yes, why are you in the basement of the Church of Darkness, and why are you being chased by the Archbishop?"

The blond boy looked embarrassed when he heard this.

Explaining the whole story really made Xiao Zayu feel embarrassed.

After all, using the Church of Night to extort money, using dishonorable means to seize the property of the rich, and even using power to influence ordinary people really tarnished his external image as the God of Time and Space.

He could obviously just snatch it away, but he still gave the other party a chance to "voluntarily".

Master Ron is so kind!

Will Auceptin, who was watching everything, was almost frightened to tears by such kindness.

"Well, go back and ask that old man Anthony about this!"

"But it was only my clone who died. My real body was out for some reason and was not in Tingen. Otherwise, I would have been able to kill the Son of God with just a slap!"

When it comes to bragging, Ron is second to none.

Before he could even say a few words, he began to mindlessly pat his chest and brag about himself, which was simply the ultimate interpretation of the word shameless.

A clone? Like an old man!?
To be able to have a clone, he must be at least Sequence 4 or above. No wonder the old man kept warning me not to get close to Ron.

Compared to Daly Simone's confusion, Leonard was the first to react. There was a sudden realization in his eyes, and he wanted to open his mouth to ask the old man, but he quickly closed his mouth again.

There are so many people around now, it’s not a good time to ask.

"Boy, He is right. It was indeed His clone that died. Otherwise, how could a mere Son of God kill Him so easily?"

At this time, Pales, who was almost in tune with Leonard, laughed and confirmed that Ron was not lying.

He...

It’s actually an angel!
The poet's pupils suddenly shrank and he took a breath of the cold and pungent smog.

The irritating gas entered the throat and was immediately exhaled from the body accompanied by violent coughing sounds.

"Boy, since He is willing to meet you and has admitted it openly, it means that He really regards you as friends, and His character seems to be okay..."

The old voice of Pales Zoroaster did not pause as he slowly spoke, trying to say something good to help Ron.

If you ask why He did this, of course it is...

"You'd better use less metaphors and just say it as it is!"

Just after Pales unconsciously expressed his true thoughts, Ron's reminder instantly reached His ears. The archangel tensed up and immediately changed the subject, praising Ron so much that he couldn't stop smiling. His face flushed, and he was even a little embarrassed.

"Ron, no matter who you are or where you come from, just be alive, just be alive."

Seeing the boy in front of her still humming like the last few times they met, Daly Simone rubbed her red eyes and gave him a big hug.

Although she did not meet this young man many times, she was always deeply impressed by him every time.

"Yes, it's good to be alive. Ron, you actually lied to us for so long, you should at least go back or write a letter to tell us."

"If it weren't for this time, we would have been kept in the dark by you!"

Leonard also chimed in, trying to condemn the boy's immoral behavior.

Seeing that he had gotten away with it, the blond boy breathed a sigh of relief. Facing Leonard's condemnation, he also raised his head and snorted disdainfully:
"I remember someone once told me that everyone has secrets, like you and me..."

Hearing this, Leonard Mitchell's eyes twitched, and he felt as if the immature remarks he made in childhood were being brought up again after he grew up.

He opened his mouth and finally curled the corners of his mouth stiffly, finally remembering a certain colleague, Klein Moretti who had also died.

"Ron, how is Klein?"

He asked with some hope. "Well, this, this..."

"It's hard to say... It's hard to say..."

“Alas, you can ask the great Mr. Fool. That poor guy is not dead either. No, he should be resurrected!”

"He is Mr. Fool's subordinate. You can go ask him!"

Yes, I love to tell the truth...

"Well, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first. My home is at 67 Williams Street, and Klein lives at 15 Minsk Street. See you later!!!"

"By the way, give these share transfer agreements to that old man Anthony."

Let him help me clean up my mess and suppress the negative influence...

Ron muttered to himself, throwing all the blame on the ignorant Mr. Fool, then he slid and grabbed Will Auceptin who was still standing there in a daze, and disappeared around the corner of the street in an instant.

Meeting with an acquaintance was too embarrassing, and he now urgently needed a bait to divert attention.

……

"Your Excellency, Archbishop, just now..."

Looking at the equity transfer document signed with his name in his hand and listening to the "work report" of the two night watchmen, Anthony Stevenson finally sighed deeply.

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, what is Ron's relationship with the church? Why is he here?"

Leonard took a step forward and asked sincerely.

What's the relationship? It's because he secretly went to the Goddess' Kingdom in the middle of the night... Why is he here? Of course he wants to drag me into this, use the influence of the Church of Darkness, and help him clean up his mess.
Curling his lips in disdain, the Archbishop of the Church of Darkness suppressed the flames rising in his heart and replied without showing any expression:
"When you become senior deacons or archbishops, you will be qualified to know about this."

As the saying goes, one who eats someone's food should be grateful, and one who takes someone's favor should be lenient. Now that things have come to this, what can a small bishop like him do?

"But fortunately, the reason that guy gave was strong enough. He secretly colluded with the Church of the God of War. This is intolerable to both the Loen Royal Family and the Church of the Dark Night."

"Will, help me see how much I have gained this time?"

Ron threw all the transfer documents in his hands onto the coffee table, then waved to Will Auceptin, who looked miserable, and asked him to act as a ruthless calculating machine.

No, shouldn’t you understand all of this at a glance?

Will Auceptin seemed quite dissatisfied with his boss's ordering people around without reason.

"He didn't give you any shares in the bank."

"I know, that kind of thing is just like waste paper. If it was worth the same as gold, I would still consider it. Well, let's see what valuable factories we have harvested?"

Bitch is just hypocritical
Silently glancing at Ron Sothoth who was already lying down, Mercury Snake quickly flipped through the share transfer documents and said in conclusion:
"Some odd stocks and securities. These are risky investments. Some are losing money, some are making money. They are worth between £85 and £100 million. Of course, these are just investments. According to the signed contract, you only get dividends, but you don't have the power to actually control the company."

"And the 32% shares of East Balam Import and Export Corporation that you requested."

"As for the rest, a large shipyard with a 76% stake is located near the Sea of ​​Constance and is famous for building large ships and cargo and passenger ships."

"It is said that even the Storm Church has placed orders there!"

"Wow, there is actually a factory that produces steam engines for use by railway companies and the military. This will definitely make a lot of money!"

"Then there are five coal mining mines and seven iron ore mining mines. These are quite rich resources, but I don't understand this."

"Three pharmaceutical companies, mainly producing drugs for healing injuries and fighting diseases, seem to be comprehensive, occupying 3% of the entire Loen market."

"There are six large textile mills in Backlund, which mainly produce cotton, linen, silk, and various chemical fiber fabrics. They are used in the shipbuilding industry and clothing design industry, and they almost monopolize 6% of the raw material supply of the Kingdom of Loen."

"It's an explosives factory. It supplies the military of Loen exclusively. Of course, there are a few outbound orders."

"There are also two light/heavy weapons manufacturing factories. This is interesting. They are also dedicated to the Loen military. However, according to the guidance of fate, I found that a considerable number of their weapons were leaked. That Baron Sindras was actually secretly smuggling arms!"

These are probably all that are useful to Baron Sindras out of his tens of millions of pounds. Even if the value of these things is converted into tens of millions of pounds, it is almost the same.

Of course, this did not include some of the other party's manors, properties, and land, but Ron had no interest in these at all.

He had only one goal from the beginning to the end, which was to help the Southern Continent overcome its original resource accumulation as soon as possible, improve people's life happiness index, speed up missionary work, attract more believers, and overthrow the belief in the Eight Gods including the God of Death in the Southern Continent.

How can I allow others to snore while I am lying on my side?

It's not Ron's fault for being narrow-minded, but it's related to whether he can crush the two bastards in his body to death, and it also concerns some topics worth studying.

After all, the anchor was indeed too magical. In Ron's opinion, not to mention being able to help the "gods" stabilize their state, it would be considered crazy not to reversely pollute those believers.

In Ron's understanding, weak creatures who worship gods like them will end up with bad results, not to mention the Extraordinary Team or the angels under their seats.

"Ron, now that you are so rich, can you buy a few dessert shops or ice cream shops?"

"I'm doing this all for your sake! And I've contributed too!"

At this time, he had already calculated in his mind how much he had harvested. He looked at the blond boy with bright eyes, patted his chest, and began to take all the credit for himself.

(End of this chapter)