Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 432 Mr. Fool said, let me train you as a detective! (3K)

"What? Why are you following me? Be careful or I'll tell Mr. Fool that you have an abnormal sexual orientation and let him give you a good lesson!"

"What are you looking at? I am the angel serving under the Fool, the head of the Tarot Club!"

Before Ron could walk over to the sofa and start to mess around, he saw Klein following him closely with a wonderful expression on his face.

So the blond boy didn't get spoiled and started talking nonsense again with his little mouth twisted.

Teaching Mr. Fool a lesson in front of him was not only fun to think about, but even if it was actually done, Ron still felt very interested.

What a beautiful thing it is to see Klein's face gradually warming up!

If this guy still has any sense of shame, he will definitely lower his head and listen to my lecture.
"me"

The top leader? Are you pretending?
Klein was speechless for a moment and could only rage in his heart. He stared at Ron's golden eyes and the muscles on his face spasmed.

The fist as big as a sandbag clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

In the end, the threat of social death and absolute force overcame the urge to argue with the little brat, and Klein gradually calmed down.

But, I just can’t calm down no matter how I think about it!!!

Ron is still the same Ron. Although he hasn't been seen for a while, his essence has not changed at all.

Just a few words can provoke others' anger and make everyone want to beat him to death.

After three minutes of silence, the great detective pulled the corner of his mouth helplessly, spread his hands, and imitated Amon's cheerful tone and said:
"Really? Are you really that devoted to Mr. Fool? Why can't I see it?"

"Isn't this all fake?"

He nodded slightly, his eyes full of contempt.

Klein was mocking, ridiculing, and mocking the little brat, and his words were full of resentment towards the blond boy for eating other people's food and doing nothing.

Ron lied to him for four whole months. He felt that people should at least not be so evil!
"Really? Since you doubt me, there is nothing I can do..."

"Then I have to chant Mr. Fool's honorable name every night~"

Human language! ?
These words instantly chilled Mr. Fool’s passionate heart.

However, the despicable fortune teller quickly reacted and immediately said provocatively:
"Hey, Ron, Mr. Fool has a new rule recently. From now on, prayers must begin with "My Father in Heaven"~"

If you have the guts, just shout. If you really pray like this, I would rather not sleep...

Klein complained in his heart, then raised the corner of his mouth, wanting to see how Ron could defend himself.

Are you provoking me! ?

Hearing this, Ron was stunned, and then his face turned black in an instant. He clenched his fists and rushed over quickly.

When Klein saw this scene and realized that Ron seemed to be unable to bear the fun, he was about to hit him when his little finger was pinched by a warm and soft hand.

Ron did not tolerate this increasingly outrageous detective. While he was talking nonsense, he exerted a little force with his palm, and Klein fell to his knees and kept twisting and struggling.

"Ah! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, stop it!"

"Great Lord Ron Sothoth, I was wrong, I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again!!!"

“Hmph, Klein, it seems like I haven’t trained you for a long time. I didn’t expect you to dare to tamper with Mr. Fool’s prayer…”

"Let me discipline you on behalf of the Fool today!"

Are you rebelling, brother?
Klein was stunned when he heard this. Ron's shamelessness and thick-skinnedness were far beyond his imagination.

At this moment, the great detective understood a truth: you can never wake up a person who pretends to be ignorant while knowing the truth.

Damn it! ! !
……

Thursday, November 16th.

After being pressed to the ground and rubbed by Ron, Klein was not to be outdone and rubbed Ron, who had grown a little but was still short and had a chubby face, hard.

This is how I resolved the depression in my heart.

Frankly speaking, he understood what Ron meant, which was that he liked to get along with him in this way and didn't want to be hindered by any identity.

Just like among family members.

"But there's no need to break my fingers!"

Klein complained quietly, and then his expression became sentimental again.

"Ah... family, I don't know what happened to Benson and Melissa. It's almost New Year..."

"I don't know if Benson can pass the unified government employee exam..."

New Year. Every time this time comes, most of Backlund's middle class will worry about whether to choose to go to Dixie Bay or choose to go to places like Jianhai for vacation.

However, Sherlock Moriarty, as a bachelor, does not have this worry.

A lot of troubles were waiting for him, and "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" was like a heavy stone pressing on his heart, making him have no intention of going on vacation.

Klein pushed open the door of the Glorious Church and walked in. As soon as he entered, he saw Bishop Hilde waiting for him there.

"Mr. Sherlock, do you want to consult about Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?"

Good man, you don’t even want to act anymore, right?
Hearing these six words spoken in perfect Chinese, Klein curled up the corners of his mouth in a rather comical way.

"Yes, I wonder what you know, Bishop?"

Hearing this, Hilde did not hesitate. As if prepared, he smiled and said calmly, "God said that at the beginning of creation, the inevitable split was split into more than a dozen vital items. Some of them were oceans, some were countries, and some were cities..."

"And Sefirah Castle is one of them. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is the incarnation of Sefirah Castle. He is the undisputed pinnacle of the three paths of fortune teller, apprentice, and thief. He is the god of gods."

Fuck... You just said it directly? I didn't even give you any psychological preparation...

The corners of Klein's mouth froze, and he didn't even bother to think about what it meant that the "God of Gods" had three apexes.

Although he was mentally prepared, he still couldn't help being shocked at this moment.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to ask for some important information, but he didn't know how to say it, because any words would become pale and powerless at this moment.

"That, that..."

"God said that He is dead and told you not to worry. The part of His will that awakened a few days ago has been forced into the Western Continent by God and will not come out for a long time..."

...forced into the Western Continent, what he said...that naughty little brat turned out to be so powerful...

Wait, what is the Western Continent?

Hearing this, Klein's heart started pounding. The prepared words in his mind were no longer effective, and he didn't know what to ask for a moment.

Because the complexity of the situation was beyond his imagination.

"That……"

Klein had just opened his mouth to say a word when Hilde seemed to have been prepared and said in a serious tone:

"God said, you only need to improve your sequence. Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun is like a chicken or a dog. He can destroy it with a flick of his finger..."

Heh... bragging...

Hearing this, Klein's mood inexplicably improved. He nodded silently, as if he understood why Ron wanted to infiltrate the Tarot Club and why he always hung around him.

Suppress, detect, and guard against the so-called "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun".

Well, it seems that this is what the brat did. The original gods, and the gods who drank the potion later, promoted to the gods. Ron wanted me to occupy the position of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun"? Or part of the position?

Just like the Seven Gods today...

After understanding this, Klein's tense spirit suddenly relaxed, and the stone in his heart fell to the ground.

He trusted Ron and was willing to help him. After all, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" was obviously coming for him. No matter what, it was a good thing.

"Bishop Hilde, then..."

Klein wanted to ask about the time travel, but before he could ask his question, Hilde smiled and said, as if she had been prepared:

"Mr. Sherlock, God said you can consult the Ancient Sun God because He, Roselle, and you are the same kind of people."

what?
Ancient sun god? Amon's father? The same kind of person?

Hearing this, Klein froze in place again. His thoughts raced, and familiar things on Earth flashed through his mind.

The cross, the title of priest, the famous "Let There Be Light", the doctrines and church buildings that were plagiarized and modified by the Seven Gods, all undoubtedly illustrate a problem.

This guy traveled through time too early...

…………

"You want me to revive your father? Wouldn't it be nice to have two dads?"

"How many people want two dads but don't have the means to do so~"

Ron picked up a piece of cucumber cake and put it in his mouth to taste it carefully, looking at the time angel Amon opposite him with great surprise.

"None of them are my real fathers!"

"I remember you said that if I gave you the Oneness, you would resurrect Him!"

The filial son Amon hugged his shoulders and finally put on a serious face and asked Ron whether his father, who had been dead for thousands of years, was still capable of continuing to do "sit-ups".

"It's a bit difficult, I can try."

The blond boy raised his head slightly, fiddled with his long golden hair that was over his ears, and finally nodded.

At this moment, the door of the room suddenly opened, and Klein Moretti, who had left an hour ago, came to the villa again.

He glanced back and forth and quickly found the target.

"Amon, I have something important to discuss with your father. How is He now? Is He free?"

The great detective's tone was quite anxious, as if he had an idea that he wanted to verify but lacked a certain amount of confidence.

"You're so anxious, beg me~"

Amon pushed his monocle up and put on a cheerful expression.

What the fuck...

"Don't look at me like that. There are many people who want to see my father. In the Third Age, there is no way for others to ask for help~"

The angel put his knowledge into practice and immediately started persecuting "Uncle Zhou".

However, before He could finish, a slight whirlwind blew in the living room, and an illusory sighing sound was heard in the wind.

"Well, let him in..."

(End of this chapter)