Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 438 Ron: I Speak for Myself (3K)

With various transactions proposed and concluded, the Tarot Club will soon come to an end.

It has to be said that Ron made a great contribution to this and can be regarded as the pioneer of the Tarot Club.

"Hmph, if it were you, someone should just abdicate and let me be the leader, so that there won't be three farts at a party."

When the discussion ended and everyone was about to say goodbye, a young man’s voice suddenly came and disturbed Mr. Fool’s mindset again.

Is it ever going to end!? Is it ever going to end!? Is it ever going to end!?
Klein became instantly annoyed and slammed the bronze table, wanting to kick Ron out of Sefirah Castle.

But in the next second, the expression on his face changed drastically and his breathing became heavy.

Because Mr. Fool discovered that the gray fog, which had always worked, could not affect Ron at all, and was completely unable to cut off the connection with the crimson star belonging to the blond boy.

This is a bit embarrassing since the table has been taken...

As expected, he is a person who can compete with "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun". He was actually playing me before...

How could I deserve such abuse by you?

What are you planning!?
Do you feel so comfortable watching me make a fool of myself without knowing my own limitations?!

Newborn!
Klein looked bitter. The thing he regretted most was that he had taken too many photos with Ron, which resulted in him being in a difficult situation now.

If he had known Ron's identity at the beginning, he would definitely put himself in the position of a collaborator and take a photo with him to avoid being in such a passive position.

"Well, there are too many people here... Let's talk about it when we get home..."

Without hesitation, the hoarse voice of the world rang in Ron's ears, making his little head move.

Klein understood clearly that anyone would feel uncomfortable if they were asked to take a photo with him like this. Ron was indeed magnanimous for not beating this guy to death for blaspheming him.

In this situation, if Ron wanted to continue to maintain the wonderful misunderstanding, even Klein would feel embarrassed, not to mention that he was not happy about it.

God also has dignity!

This is a matter of principle and cannot be taken lightly!
I actually forgot this before. No, even if I hadn't forgotten, I couldn't discuss it with Ron. He's always pretending, so it's not all my fault...

No, I have to make some changes, even if I have to make Mr. Fool admit it. Otherwise, I’m afraid that little brats will cause trouble every time we have a Tarot Meeting!

There was a long silence above the gray fog. The members of the Tarot Club froze in place, not daring to move, for fear of encountering some bad calamity.

Emperor Roselle said it well, when gods fight, mortals suffer.

And these guys, whose highest level is Sequence Six, are just first-class mortals.

At this moment, just when everyone was tense, a calm, soothing, and stress-free voice came from the depths of the gray fog.

"Oh, what a pity, this is my kingdom of God, not yours."

The sound is deep and distant, as if it has been passed down from ancient times to the present, lingering in everyone's ears.

Use retreat to advance.

In the next second, deep red appeared out of nowhere in the violently shaking pupils of all the members of the Tarot Club, drowning everything in front of them.

…………

"What do you mean it's Mr. Fool's kingdom of God, not Mr. Ron's..."

Fors Wall suddenly jumped up from the bed, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, and the clothes on his back were quickly soaked.

Her mind was filled with Mr. Fool’s leisurely tone, and her body was numb.

In this warm room with a burning fireplace, Fowles seemed to feel the same biting cold wind as outside.

"Mr. Fool seems to be saying that Mr. Ron has his own kingdom of God!?"

"But isn't He Mr. Fool's angel!?"

"Isn't He!?"

The writer grabbed her hair, just like she did every night when she was working on a manuscript. She couldn't help but rub it hard with both hands, trying to use physical means to get her brain thinking.

Soon, her hair was disheveled, perfectly depicting her chaotic state of mind.

The physical activation of the brain failed!
Bang bang bang! ! !
Suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door, which frightened Fors Wall.

The most exciting thing in life is when an angel comes to settle accounts with you.

The most exciting thing is that this angel is very likely not an angel.

Steam, what on earth did I mess with!?

Bang bang bang! ! !
The door of the room was knocked again, and the confused Fowles Wall regained his ability of logic and language.

Gudong!

She swallowed and tremblingly opened the door.

"You're so slow, aren't you stalling for time and hiding those pornographic novels?"

Ron walked into the room unconsciously, like the biggest evil leader in Backlund, and sat down on the easy chair.

His blond hair was tied into a ponytail, and his face was still a little chubby, but his facial features had gotten rid of their childishness and become slightly more mature.

Seeing Ron, who was obviously taller than before, Fors was stunned for a moment, then stared at his toes and explained:
"Mr. Ron, there is no such thing..."

These coy words were not convincing at all, but Ron didn't bother to care. He looked Fors inside and out and chuckled:
"I need you to do something. I hope you won't be ungrateful."

?

Is this a threat?!

This is definitely a threat, right?

Mr. Fool, please save me!!!

"Uh... Mr. Ron, what is it? Is it dangerous?"

Miss Writer asked nervously.

"Humph, this is good for you!" "I need you to pray to me when the full moon comes, chant my name instead of the fool, I will protect you from the curse, and you don't have to worry about the rest."

"Don't worry, my target is Mr. Men, I won't let you get hurt. If this succeeds, I will give you a huge reward!"

The blond boy rested his chin elegantly, his golden eyes slightly curved, and smiled at Fors, whose expression was falling.

"Um, can I refuse?"

This sounds dangerous...

"Magician" Fores muttered in her heart and instinctively resisted this dangerous attempt because it was totally incompatible with her lazy nature.

Hearing this, the blond boy snorted disdainfully and said seriously:

"I'm not negotiating with you, I'm forcing you!"

?

Force me! ?

After taking a look at the handsome blond boy with a submissive temperament, Fors's face turned red and wisps of white smoke rose from his head.

This commanding tone made her feel as if she was awakening to something strange.

"It's not impossible..."

She muttered something under her breath, causing Ron's eyelids to twitch.

What kind of outrageous things are these people in the Tarot Club? I'm just a kid who looks about fifteen or sixteen years old!

All right, just be happy.

Rolling his eyes helplessly, the blond boy continued:
"Remember..."

"When the moon is full, chant my name."

"The ruler of time and space, the ultimate point where all things return to one, the infinite wisdom that knows and sees everything!"

I speak for myself!

A grand and solemn voice exploded from her mind. Although the voice did not speak any extraordinary language, Fors still understood it.

This is a three-part honorific name.

What!? What!? What!?

what are you saying! ?

That's a honorific name? A three-part honorific name! ?

This is almost equivalent to "The Fool" and the Seven Gods of the world!

The writer's head buzzed, and her vision suddenly went dark with a series of afterimages in front of her eyes. She almost fainted.

She remembered that the existence corresponding to this honorific name was mentioned in the Tarot Club.

And it is often associated with words such as "dangerous", "difficult to deal with", and "small-minded"...

"You, you, are not an angel? You...are, are, that, that person?"

What kind of person is this? Fishing like this, if I had been a little disrespectful at the beginning, I would have been accused of blasphemy! ?
You are a big boss, why are you pretending to be a weak chicken?

Where is the honesty between people?
Where is the trust between people?
Laugh, I make you laugh. At this moment, Fowles wanted to slap himself twice. He didn't expect that just a laugh would bring such a disaster.

Whenever he thought of the blond boy's smiling face when the Tarot Club discussed this existence, a chill would always surge in Fors' heart.

"Hmph, stupid!"

"I never seem to have said that I was an angel, right?"

"Although the Fool can only slander me and frame me, he never said that I was an angel, right?"

"Everything you think is just your speculation..."

The blond boy raised the corner of his mouth, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone and face, causing Fors, who dared not look directly at him, to bury his face even lower.

"Let me ask you, have you ever heard of an angel being able to hold a blasphemous tablet?"

"..."

Fors shook her head. She seemed to understand something. The Blasphemous Slate was a treasure coveted by the Seven Gods. How could it be preserved intact in the hands of an angel?

"Let me ask you, have you ever heard of angels being able to freely enter and exit the God-forsaken Land?"

"..."

Fors' pupils shrank, and he shook his head again. Not even the Seven Gods Church knew the location of the God-Forsaken Land, and not even the Seven Gods could enter. How could an angel have such power! ?
"Let me ask you again, have you ever heard of an angel who knows so many secrets, even the secrets of the Seven Gods!"

"..."

Fowles had lost all expression at this moment, remembering the gossip that Mr. Ron had told him.

"My hint is so obvious, but your imagination is so lacking that it can no longer be described as stupid..."

After hearing these words, Fors finally understood why Ron would call him Mr. Fool in a sarcastic way almost every time at the Tarot Club, and why Mr. Fool would make such a narrow-minded evaluation of Ron.

He even warned them seriously to stay away from the "God of Time and Space" in the southern continent.

Isn't this just a roundabout way of making trouble for each other and making fun of each other! ?

At this moment, Fowles' understanding of the world reached a new level.

This is a fight between gods, hidden and unethical.

But what's the reason for this inexplicable sense of compatibility?

No!!! Fowles, stop it, thinking about everything will only hurt you!

(End of this chapter)