Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 407: Pass it on Mr. Fool is not durable enough (3.4K)

"Everyone, I have a trait of the "Pleasure Witch" and I need someone to help me sell it. I can use one tenth of the buyer's amount as the fee for this commission."

The World spoke hoarsely, once again attracting all the attention of the Tarot Club members.

Thanks to the Witch Cult and Madam Jessica, a Sequence 6 is worth a lot of money.
While muttering to himself, Klein controlled the "world" to look at Mr. "The Hanged Man" who was already looking over at him.

Some of the "Sheriff" and "Arbitrator" characteristics that Klein had gained in the previous "Black Emperor" operation had all been used by the vampires of the Harvest Church to replenish his wallet in time.

The characteristics of the Witch of Pleasure had lost their usefulness due to the end of the Witch Cult's lurking. He had wanted to entrust the stingy vampire to sell it, but Klein raised the commission fee to 20%, and the other party was still unwilling to take it over.

Because in Backlund, the power of the witch sect is not weak, and no one in the blood clan has any connection with witches, so it is very reasonable that no one wants it.

"I can help you, but you have to wait two weeks or a month because I can't guarantee that I can find a buyer soon."

Although there are many witches in the sea, they are like rats crossing the street compared to the Storm Church. I can easily grasp which place the witch sect appears most frequently and entrust others to help me sell it in advance, which can effectively avoid certain risks.
Mr. "The Hanged Man", who was very short of money and was working on the formula for "Ocean Singer", did not surprise Klein and decisively accepted the commission.

"Okay, when the party is over, I will sacrifice my characteristics to Mr. Fool!"

At this point, the dummy World realized it belatedly, as if he had forgotten that he had not asked Mr. Fool for instructions. So he pretended to look at the head of the bronze table and asked respectfully:

"Is that okay, Mr. Fool?"

After doing all this, Klein the Fool also nodded pretentiously and said calmly:

"It's just a little thing."

This double act confused the Tarot Club members and also stunned Ron.

No matter what, at the Tarot Club, even if the blond boy jumped again, he was still no match for Mr. Fool, who was already very cool.

Ron had actually thought about this wisely, but it was not until today that he realized how important it was to have a trumpet.

shameless
The blond boy curled his lips in disdain. Before he could think of any tricks to make Mr. Fool sweat again, the little sun sitting on his right suddenly raised his hand slightly and said in a simple, clear voice that seemed to know nothing:

"Mr. Destiny, the mummy powder you provided is very effective, and the potion made with it is very powerful. It has greatly improved my endurance and made me last longer."

When Xiao Yang said this, everyone was shocked. Even the noble lady who had always been very elegant and respectable couldn't hold back for a moment.

What kind of lewd words are these! ?

The potion made from mummy powder is not that kind.
As a qualified noble lady, Audrey Hall naturally knew what the mummies were used for. Her face turned slightly red, and her eyes followed the Tarot Club members as they instantly looked at the culprit.

Ron was a little stunned. He didn't expect that he would become the focus of the whole audience again. However, feeling the burning gazes, he understood in an instant that these guys with stupid brains might have misunderstood something again.

"Well, Mr. Sun, you should tell the whole story, like how you lasted so long and with whom."

The blond boy looked speechlessly at the obviously excited "Sun" Derrick beside him, and added the key points of his words earnestly.

The "Sun" Derrick obviously didn't react, and just followed the template in Ron's words without thinking.

"Ohhh, I'm enduring with the weapon master of the 'Giant' path!"

How come this is getting worse and worse? One bottle is a refresher, two bottles keep you from getting tired, and three bottles make you immortal?
Klein, who was standing high on the gray fog, almost laughed out loud. As a third party who transferred the mummy powder, he naturally knew what the "sun" wanted to express.

However, this does not affect his ability to control the world and take the lead in persecuting little kids with suspicious eyes.

"Really? I didn't expect that the 'True Man' potion could allow you to compete with a weapon master in strength. It seems to be quite effective."

The blond boy, who had obviously realized that something was wrong, forced a smile and explained in detail the hidden point that "the sun" did not express.

"What are you looking at? Are you not durable enough? Do you want it too?!"

At this moment, Ron seemed to have sensed Klein's sinister intentions. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the inhuman dummy.

"Oh, keep it for yourself. I can't use it."

Slightly sarcastic words echoed above the gray fog, and the "world" actually taunted back in a rare move.

Today's Tarot Club really made Klein a little angry. If he didn't fight back, he would always feel upset.

"伱"

The blond boy was speechless for a moment, and inexplicably saw the shadow of the angel of time in this "fortune teller".

Rebel!

Ron took a deep breath and ignored the talkative guy. He looked directly at Little Sun who had something to say and tilted his head slightly.

After a while, there was no movement.

Damn it, that’s enough!

"Mr. 'Sun', what do you want to exchange for this party?" the 1.5-meter-tall boy asked.

At this time, Sun nodded and used the prepared speech to describe what Silver City wanted at this stage.

"Mr. Fate, we want the formula for the Hypnotist potion. We need to get the formula to determine the corresponding ingredients."

"Besides this, we also need a large amount of mummy powder."

Hearing this, Ron curled the corner of his mouth.

Do you want me to dig up all the graves in the southern continent?
"Mummy powder is very scarce on the market. I can only give you some, not a large amount!" "No problem, we will also exchange it with something of equal value."

"Sun" Derrick nodded thoughtfully, and then continued:
"We also want the potion formula of 'Black Knight' and a copy of the extraordinary properties of 'Demon Hunter'!"

"We will exchange two seals of equal value!"

At this point, Little Sun's voice could not help but pause for a while. This was the next stage of the test from the Chief of Silver City.

Test whether the person behind the scenes has enough strength or ability, and test the real purpose of the person behind the scenes.

If there really is a problem, then these two high-sequence items would not be so easy to obtain.

According to common sense, if Mr. Fool faced such a request, he would have exposed the problem long ago, but Ron was not worried.

He has the channels and resources to get both of these things.

"No problem, it's just a small thing."

It's really generous. That's a first-level seal, with demigod-level materials and formula.
The blond boy waved his hand, causing everyone in the Tarot Club to breathe a little faster.

In the extraordinary world, the most important things are connections and resources. Compared to digesting magic potions, this is the real dilemma facing most extraordinary people.

Now that we have the Tarot Club as a channel, even a dog can become a demigod.

I don't know what Susie will look like when she becomes a demigod. Will she turn into a dragon or remain a dog forever? I don't know if it would be an insult to Susie to lead a demigod, but she likes me to take her for a walk.
"Justice" Audrey shook her head, throwing away the strange questions in her mind.

The Tarot Club has only been open for a few months, and there has been a demigod-level transaction. I am worthy of this!

Seeing this big deal come to fruition, Klein suddenly felt a sense of emotion.

As for the "Hanged Man", his expression became both excited and sad.

What makes me excited is that the angels at the Tarot Club don’t seem to take things at the demigod level too seriously, but what makes me sad is that.
It's hard to make money.

This rugged man who made a living on the sea sighed softly with mixed emotions, as if he had expressed the thoughts of all the Tarot Club members except for "justice" and "fate".

"Everyone, do you have a way to solve the problem of too many Beyonder characteristics at the same level accumulating?"

Xiao Zayu turned his head and looked towards the source of the sound, and found that it was Xiao Xianyu.

"Humph, you were forced to drink the second potion, and you also found a teacher who is from the Abraham family?"

"how do you know!?"

Magician Fors was shocked. Apart from Mr. Fool, she had never revealed these secrets to any other Tarot Club member.

Although everyone knew that she was related to the Abraham family due to conversations at previous gatherings, it still felt particularly strange when it was said so clearly.

"Why are you so nervous? I can know this kind of thing by just looking at the future. For example, I know now which stock I can invest in to make the most money in a short period of time."

Do you still have this ability? Good brother, please tell me!

As soon as he heard the word money, Klein the Fool's thoughts immediately went astray.

"Well, you are right. Is there a solution?"

You are the boss, you have the final say.
Magician Fors found that his reaction seemed to be particularly fast now, and he adjusted his mindset in just a few seconds.

After all, after hearing so many incredible and even terrifying high-level secrets, one's psychological endurance must be improved.
"The low level won't affect you. You can just digest it according to the role-playing method. If you really don't want to, you can have a child. Maybe eight or ten children can eliminate the characteristics."

"But I can make you lucky and succeed with just one."

"I mean, give you some luck!"

Feeling the gazes from all around again, the blond boy immediately changed his words and spoke in more detail to avoid misunderstanding from some guy with a not-so-smart brain.

Have a baby!? Ten or eight more!?

Fors Wall was simply stunned.

"Well, let's just forget it."

After finishing the conversation on this topic, the Tarot Club entered Ron's favorite "bragging" session, which mainly discussed some common monsters and the specific applications of some mystical knowledge.

Klein the Fool just watched, secretly keeping all of this in mind, and at the same time manipulated the world to participate in the discussion in order to make the trumpet more integrated.

Just when Ron was having a great time bragging, Klein promptly announced that the party was over.

The crimson faded away like flowing water. Feeling the gray foggy space becoming quiet again, Klein leaned back in the bronze high-back chair without any image, and carefully recalled this Tarot Club meeting.

It seems that I have to ask that petty person for the specific answer. I don't know what this "Source Castle" is used for.
Without wasting any time, Klein immediately wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling, and returned to his bedroom.

But just as he was about to put on his coat, prepare to go to the Glorious Church, and then buy some desserts to go to the little kid's house, the doorbell of the house suddenly rang.

"Is anyone there? I'm from the gas company, collecting the pennies from the gas meter."

A young male voice sounded from outside the door. The voice sounded like someone who often recited poetry, but it was not as wild and rough as that of a gas company employee.

Wasn’t it just harvested two days ago?
Klein suddenly became alert and realized that something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)