Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 437: The Proud Angel Who Brings Light and Hope (3.5K)

After receiving the three pages of the diary, the Tarot Club entered the next stage. Mr. Fool's reading time was still as quiet as usual, and even Ron did not continue to make trouble.

The eyes of the all-seeing God looked through Roselle's diary and saw Klein's constipated expression.

Could it be that this guy saw a duplicate diary?

Ron raised his eyebrows and immediately guessed the problem Klein was facing.

Alas, miracle worker, resurrection from the dead is a miracle, Great Emperor, your diary came too late, Zaratul has been killed...

Listening to your words is like listening to your words. Although Klein has not read Emperor Roselle’s diary, the knowledge inside has long been revealed by the little brat.

Fortunately, the diary was exchanged for knowledge. If it was exchanged for gold pounds, Klein couldn't imagine how he would cry.

"You don't have to wait."

Gathering his thoughts, Klein nodded slightly and chuckled.

"It's an honor for us."

"The Hanged Man," Alger immediately replied respectfully, without any impatience.

Without pausing, he turned his head and looked at Ron with a look of expectation and excitement before anyone else.

"Mr. Fate, I want to buy the potion formula of "Ocean Singer"!"

His voice is low but with a slight rise at the end.

"Eh? Have you saved enough money?"

Hearing this, Ron was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this guy who looked like a pirate was so ambitious.

In less than two months, he had gone from being penniless to saving enough money to be a millionaire in Backlund.

How come everyone is richer than me? Do all those who eat sea rice make so much money?

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but complain in his heart. He controlled the "world" to subconsciously touch his pocket and let out a poor sigh.

The formula for a Sequence 4000 potion costs anywhere from 7000 to pounds, and after being busy in Backlund for so long, the bicycle shares he holds are only worth this amount.

"Yes, I have been hunting pirates for the past two months. I have earned a lot of money from special commissions recommended by my friends."

As a seasoned veteran, Alger Wilson had no intention of revealing his identity. In fact, most of this money was earned by Bayam on that day when the white fog descended.

Mr. Hanged Man, stop pretending. We all know that your friend is yourself. Hunting pirates seems to be very profitable...

Alger's tricks for making money made Klein feel a little itchy. Hunting evil while also making money was simply the most wonderful thing.

"Very good. I have high hopes for you. People who work hard will always be blessed by luck."

"6500 pounds. I'll tell you the formula for the Ocean Singer's potion right now. I also have the corresponding properties. 8000 pounds. That's very fair."

"Do you want to talk to me in private, or do you want me to write it down on paper for you?"

The boy tilted his head and looked at The Hanged Man with a relieved look as if the leek had finally grown up.

There were only two or three big and small cats in the Tarot Club, and apart from "Justice" and "Sun", the rest were all poor. Ron couldn't help but admire the fact that "The Hanged Man" was working so hard.

Money is a prop that can be used to mess things up, and small fry can never have too much.

“I choose to communicate alone.”

Alger replied seriously.

In just one minute, he earned 6500 pounds, which made Klein feel like he was dreaming.

However, he didn't feel too bad about it, because as a third party on the platform, Mr. Fool could get it for free.

Pure profit!

This is the reward for providing channels and convenience!
"Everyone, does anyone have the potion formula for Sequence 7 "Interrogator" or the corresponding materials?"

Seeing the big deal being reached, "Magician" Foles couldn't help herself. She looked around and finally put her shy gaze on the blond boy.

Interrogator...did she buy this for Xio? Yes, Fors had only been a magician for less than half a month, and she still had a teacher, so she would not be short of her own formulas and materials. There was no need to buy it now...

As a friend, Audrey Hall sees everything that "Magician" Fowles says and does.

The noble lady was like a big golden retriever, sitting in her seat and observing everything quietly.

"I have them. I can trade them both to you."

At this moment, the blond boy raised his chin slightly and raised his head arrogantly. The expression on his face seemed to be smiling, and his golden eyes stared straight at the pornographic novel writer.

Fors Wall's excitement suddenly faded, and he gave a forced smile.

The extraordinary world is so dangerous. Just because I laughed, I was targeted by an angel...

"Uh... Mr. Fate, I choose to buy the potion formula and communicate alone. Is that okay?"

After thinking for a long time, "Magician" Foles took a deep breath, pretended nothing had happened, and tried to get away with it.

"No need, wait until the party is over, and I will personally deliver it to you, with Mr. Fool as the witness!"

"Is that okay, Mr. Fool?"

The blond boy turned his head, his eyes flickering, so cute that it was hard to refuse.

you……

"can."

Miss Magician, I wish you good luck. I really can’t do anything about it… Klein the Fool complained in his heart, and without thinking, he immediately threw this trouble away.

Mr. Fool, I...

Fors Wall was stunned for a moment. She opened her mouth, looked at the silent "Fool" and the cute smiling boy, and finally chose to accept the reality and helplessly put down her arms.

Even if I refuse this time, I will definitely come to my door with other reasons next time. It is better to accept the training as soon as possible and end it sooner...

Oh, why am I laughing out loud...

Fors regretted it so much that her intestines turned green. If she could go back to the past, she would have wanted to slap herself in the face a few minutes ago.

"Everyone, I want to know the information about the Western Continent. If you know anything, you can tell me directly and I will reward you handsomely!"

Seeing that the pornographic novel writer was as weak as an eggplant hit by frost, Ron was in a good mood and issued a commission.

Indeed, as a great being, no matter how naughty Ron was, he would not bully a mere Sequence Eight for no reason.

The reason why he did this was entirely because of the mysterious lord who had escaped to the "Western Continent".

Well... Originally He said that He would give "Mr. Door" psychological treatment every full moon to keep the Door in balance with the Death Ghost and the pollution of the Fallen Mother Goddess, and randomly switch the control... This hidden danger must be resolved and the characteristics must be taken back.

A thought flashed through his eyes, and Ron glanced again at Fors, whom he had found a good reason to come to him.

"Western Continent?"

"Mr. Destiny, I might know something."

At this time, the treasure boy Alger Wilson frowned and said thoughtfully, he stopped halfway through his words and looked at Ron with a questioning look.

"Just put it like that."

The boy replied nonchalantly.

"Mr. Destiny, as far as I know, in the legends of the elves, their king, Sonia Solem, came from the Western Continent."

"This is impossible!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

Ron remembered that before he died, the original characteristics were blown all over the sky, and before that, the seal of the death ghost had already taken shape.

If the characteristics of the "Tyrant" entered the Western Continent, there would be no way for it to come out.

Unless some special method is used, or the seal of the "Lord of Mysteries" has an unknown loophole.

"Mr. Destiny, this is just some information from ancient books. I'm not sure."

"But the elves are indeed searching for their homeland."

No one knows more about elves than the Church of Storms. They come from the mysterious Western Continent... Why did "Destiny" deny this right from the start...

"That helps me a little bit. At least it gives me a direction. What do you want in return?"

Before the Hanged Man could deduce any useful information, he saw Ron wave his hand generously.

Seeing this, Alger Wilson's mind became active. Ron was a wealthy man, which was well known to everyone in the Tarot Club. However, he hesitated for a moment, and finally took a deep breath, chuckled and said:

"No reward is required. This is just information sharing by the Tarot Club. Besides, it's not a secret that the elves come from the Western Continent."

The mysterious world is not only about fighting and killing, but more about the human relationships.

Having been at sea for so many years, Alger had long understood this.

Now that there is the Tarot Club, becoming a demigod is difficult, but it is definitely easier than the church. I have to prepare early. If I really have the chance to become a demigod, I will immediately leave the church and become the fifth king of the sea. By then, if I have an angel behind me, it will be enough for me to gain a firm foothold in a short period of time...

As he thought about it, Alger's breathing became heavier and he looked at Ron more eagerly.

The luckiest thing in his life was that he was pulled into the Tarot Club by The Fool, and the second luckiest thing was that there was an angel called Fate in the Tarot Club, which saved him a lot of detours and even allowed him to see where the road ahead was.

Mr. Hanged Man seemed a little excited, and his whole state was completely different from before. He seemed very grateful to Mr. Ron. That's right, being able to become a demigod with money, such a good thing could only be done by Mr. Ron of the Tarot Club.
"Justice" Audrey smiled elegantly as she thought about it. She admired Ron's "kindness" and "goodness" even more in her heart, and little stars seemed to appear in her green eyes.

With His help, I entered the Psychological Alchemy Society and gained a lot of trust. Mr. "Hanged Man" was no longer troubled by the potion formula and materials, and the Silver City where Little Sun was located had a glimmer of hope. Fors got to know Mr. Men better and had a choice to solve the curse forever and save his life.
He is truly a lovely angel who brings hope to this world.
"Mr. Fate, I will help you look up relevant information within the Psychological Alchemy Society."

As a spectator, Audrey saw all of this clearly. She stood up, raised her hand, and nodded gracefully to Ron.

"Mr. Fate, after the party I will go to the library of Silver City and check the records about the Elf King Sonyathorem."

At this time, classmate Taiyang also raised his hand, wanting to provide help to the best of his ability.

Although on the surface Ron's transaction with Silver City was an equal exchange, given the environment in Silver City, as long as someone traded with them, it would be a great help.

Although Derrick had less experience in some areas, he knew very well that without Ron, the City of Silver might not be as hopeful as it is now.

“I will write to my teacher and ask”

I am so useless, I am the only one who needs to write a letter. After all, He saved me and Hugh, so I will try to help as much as I can.
Considering how she had just mocked Ron, Fors felt that she still had to show some kindness.

"Heh, if you need help, you can always come to me!"

The World, who was at the bottom of the long bronze table, spoke hoarsely with the will of Mr. Fool, and also tactfully expressed his desire to help.

Ron was stunned by the words and actions of the Tarot Club members. Compared with the proactive help from the Tarot Club, the group of old Bidens in the Twilight Hermits Club mainly took the approach of not getting involved.

As the saying goes, without comparison, there is no harm.

The blond boy pursed his lips and finally swallowed back the ridicule of "you bunch of weaklings". He took a deep breath, raised his head arrogantly, and snorted disdainfully:
"Humph, even if you are kind enough to help me, don't even think about getting any discount from me!"

As expected of you, you tsundere!

(End of this chapter)