Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 403 New Tarot Club
"Oh, you are short-sighted and ignorant. It's nothing. Ten million pounds is just a drop in the bucket."

"This is my money, you have to pay for it yourself."

"No, I contributed, you have to buy it for me!"

The blond boy snorted disdainfully and kicked away the young Mercury Snake who had rushed forward and was trying to wipe the snot on his trouser legs.

Compared with the wealth left by the good man Trunsoest, Baron Sindras's wealth is really nothing.

The wealth of a country is not so easy to compare.

"We have almost used up half of the money, but the effect has already begun to show. At least the weapons of the rebels have all been upgraded, and the uniforms have all been unified."

According to Ron's occasional observations, the knowledge written in the book during the previous God's Descent Ceremony had already played a role at this time.

It’s just that because its industrial system is not perfect, the things it produces are really ugly.

But now, this problem has been solved perfectly.

"As expected of me!"

"Next, let my little king find a few talented people to manage it. The steel, cloth, medicine, gunpowder, cannons, firearms, and ships produced will all be shipped over through the East Balam Import and Export Company..."

"This way the population of small animals will grow stronger again!"

When he thought of this, Ron even felt a little satisfied.

As for the rest, they would be slowly digested and allocated over time. These trivial matters were not Ron's concern.

His golden eyes glowed slightly, and as the oracle of the ruler of time and space came out, the kingdom he promised would surely usher in rapid development.

……

2:50 p.m.

Klein's right eyelid twitched slightly, and he suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Because there was a tarot meeting today, Wuzhong, who had taken a day off due to illness, immediately took four steps backwards and came to the top of the gray fog.

The majestic palace stood silently, and the gray fog filled the surroundings almost like a substance, obscuring everything visible.

The only bad thing is that even I, the king of yellow and black, will be obscured...

After complaining helplessly in his heart, Klein immediately performed divination, trying to find out what that ominous premonition was about.

But after trying for a few minutes, he didn't get any results at all.

"Could it be that they were discovered when they reported the location of the kidnapping?"

"No, I'm still dressed as the Black Emperor. There's no way anyone can know my true identity!"

“Oh~ It’s so hard!”

"I still have to worry about these things after work every day."

Klein the Fool leaned weakly on a high-backed bronze chair with mottled rust. His body slowly slid down with the force of falling, like a salted fish sliding under the table.

Klein didn't know the result of the report, because the newspapers were all about Ron's troubles, without any useful information.

"I've long told you to keep a low profile in Backlund, otherwise you'll easily get into trouble. If you don't listen to the Fool, you'll suffer the consequences." Apart from this, Amon did not lie to him about digesting the potion, and this role-playing was indeed very effective.

Perhaps because the person he was pretending to be was a High-Sequence Warrior, he could clearly feel that every time he fastened a screw, the workers around him would look at him with awesome eyes.

Well, these looks were just the workers’ recognition, and the fundamental reason why I “faceless man” digested it was because Ron didn’t find out…

This guy and the angels in his family now think that Amon is working part-time, so my identity has been recognized by them...

Great! As expected of a thief, he can take advantage of such a loophole!
But I always feel like something is wrong. Did He trick me into doing this just to get me to take over His shift? That's not possible...

Klein, who was sold but still helped Amon count the money, patted the long bronze table in front of him and suddenly frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Without thinking for too long, he materialized a pocket watch, opened it and checked the time. When he found that it was almost three o'clock, Klein immediately picked up the Eye of Blackness and materialized a dummy "world" ready to receive guests.

An illusory crimson light rose up, and Audrey Hall looked around in a good mood.

Although she has been busy with various matters of starting a company through her own efforts this week, she has not fallen behind in the extraordinary field.

Last night, she joined the Psychological Alchemist Society because of Ron's introduction, and finally got the coveted "Psychologist" potion materials. The other party's reason was to give the greatest help to the new members, but in Audrey's opinion, it was entirely because of Mr. Ron's backdoor.

Not only did she skip the expected "newcomer assessment", she even gained a lot of trust and received focused training.

He couldn't be a multi-faceted spy planted by Mr. Fool. No matter what organization or church he was in, Mr. Ron would be an undercover agent.
During this week, Audrey Hall often had such thoughts, and she thought that this was in line with the current situation of the Tarot Club.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, good afternoon, Mr. Fate~"

This light-hearted and cheerful voice broke the eternal silence above the gray fog, causing tiny bubbles to appear in Ron's somewhat numb heart.

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice~"

He nodded in response, smiling enthusiastically.

You've never done this to me before, and minors are prohibited from dating online.
Seeing how the little brat treated him differently, Klein the Fool could only mutter a few words in his heart, and wondered whether Ron had a partner after living for so long.

Haha, looking at his expression, it is highly likely that he does not have any.
Without having to think too much, Mr. Fool easily came up with the answer.

At this moment, the brisk and beautiful voice suddenly changed and went towards Klein the Fool, who was sitting at the top of the long bronze table.

"Mr. Fool, I got three pages of Roselle's diary this week."

This is the manuscript that Audrey Hall obtained from the Psychological Alchemist Society, but because of the time constraints, Islant only gave her three pages.

"Very good, what do you want in exchange?" Klein responded with a smile, walking further and further on the road of fixed NPCs.

Every time a Tarot Club member wanted to make a deal, he always felt like a merchant NPC who was placed in a special position. He only needed to smile and serve customers attentively to get the currency he wanted (Roselle's Diary).

Audrey Hall became a little hesitant after hearing this. She opened her mouth, but finally asked a little embarrassedly:

"Mr. Fool, do you know anything about the gods that have only appeared in the southern continent a few months ago?"

Perhaps because the question was too abrupt, she quickly waved her hand and said in explanation:

"What I mean is that Backlund has not been very stable recently, whether it's the 'Black Emperor', the assassination of the Kingdom's Atmosphere Commissioner, the friction between the nobles and the wealthy, and the unknown situation in the southern continent. I always feel like a war is coming."

This newly appeared god is probably the root of all this, because all this happened only after he appeared. I have to find out whether there is any connection or not. Alfred is in the southern continent. Maybe I can get further information and write a letter to him to keep him away from danger.
As a younger sister, she is really worried about her brother.

(End of this chapter)