Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 439 The Sea (3.6K)

Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

"Audrey, you seem to be worried?"

Susie pushed the door open, wagging her tail. As an extraordinary dog, she could tell at a glance that something was wrong with her owner.

Because at this time, the noble lady had shyly buried her head in the bed, like an ostrich.

Her blonde hair was messy and she was rolling around on the bed, making choking sounds like a whimpering little animal.

The decent ruffled long skirt was full of wrinkles, unable to hide the almost perfect figure.

All of this is undoubtedly illustrating one problem.

"Audrey, your change in mood shows that you have done something shameful."

Hearing this, Audrey Hall, who was rolling around on the bed, froze and felt even more ashamed to face people.

At this moment, she felt that having an extraordinary dog ​​who understood psychology at home was not a good thing.

"Susie, what do you think of Mr. Ron?"

Suddenly, the noble lady buried in the quilt uttered a question.

"Woof, very impressive!"

The big golden retriever barked, and from a dog's perspective, gave a very pertinent evaluation.

"..."

It's all my fault. Why did I have the preconceived notion that Mr. Ron was an angel?
Now I'm completely ashamed!
When I think of my past confident actions, my past observations that seemed to see through everything, and the incredibly beautiful noble lady, I want to bury my head deeper.

As a viewer, she understood the meaning of Mr. Fool's words.

This is not a hint, it is a clear statement!

"Really? Mr. Ron is so mean. He must like seeing me make a fool of myself like this!"

"But I'm really stupid. I must be a fool in Mr. Ron's eyes. He has hinted so much at the Tarot Club, but I didn't notice anything unusual..."

"Desecrating the stone tablet, freely entering the God-forsaken Land, and the secrets of the Seven Gods..."

"Really, I'm so stupid. He must like the way I look so ugly now..."

When she thought of this, Audrey Hall's body trembled, and her delicate cheeks turned red. Like a shy ostrich, she buried her head full of big curly golden hair under the quilt again.

The gods cannot guess, let alone predict.

As for why Mr. Fool did this, Audrey could probably guess it.

How can one brag about other gods in one's own kingdom...

……

67 Williams Street.

Inside Ron's luxurious mansion.

"Hey, Klein, why are you running? I'm not going to eat you."

"I command you in the name of the Fool to stop!"

"I am a senior member of the Tarot Club!"

After scaring Miss Salted Fish to the point of collapsing on the ground, sweating all over and wanting to kneel down and repent, Ron did not give her any further instructions and went straight home.

According to his calculations, the blood moon and the full moon probably won't appear in the short term.

Although those Outer Gods only care about eating and not fighting, and are still lingering outside the barrier, the Fallen Mother Goddess is different. This pillar is keeping a low profile at this moment.

In this abnormal situation, Ron knew with his butt that He must be trying to deal with him.

But what can I do to you, Master Ron is not afraid of anyone now.

Seeing Ron stop, Klein, who was hiding at the stairs, breathed a sigh of relief. He felt helpless about Ron pretending to be ignorant.

"Damn it, you're pretending! You're still pretending even after all this!"

He gritted his teeth, feeling so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

It's a cause today, it's a result today. Who made Mr. Fool take too much photos?
All the gifts from fate were secretly marked with a price, and Klein was slowly repaying these debts.

That's why he took those actions at the Tarot Club just now, hoping to divert the hidden danger in this area.

Otherwise Ron would feel awkward and he would feel uncomfortable too.

Fortunately, although this will make Mr. Fool's image less stable, it is not a bad thing.

"Prince Edessak was seduced by a witch and committed many crimes in an attempt to seize power and usurp the throne. He was reported by the terrorist organization Aurora and enthusiastic citizens. Knowing that his crimes could not be covered up, he committed suicide at Meige Manor."

"The kingdom has now officially defined the Witch Cult as a cult organization, and has sent the military to conduct an investigation and appease the situation."

"The unified examination for government employees will be held after the new year. The kingdom has passed a bill on minimum working hours and a bill on reducing coal smoke emissions..."

What is all this and what?
How strange!

After reading the newspaper in his hand again and again, Mercury Snake frowned and found that his current fate had become so crazy that even He couldn't bear to look at it.

He knew all these words, but when they were put together He couldn't understand them.

"But... these have nothing to do with me. What's worrying me are the royal family and the three major churches..."

As the mercury snake, He had predicted a disaster in Backlund long ago.

However, at some point, the direction of his fate became increasingly chaotic, to the point where he was unable to activate his extraordinary ability as a "prophet".

"Is this the pillar? It's too scary. I didn't do anything..."

Looking at Ron, who was lying on the sofa, a serious look flashed in Will's eyes.

For an existence like his, even just existence itself will bring unpredictable variables to the world.

Whether it was the true god or the ancient family, their plans and calculations were like toys. Under the absolute power and status, they were destroyed to pieces, and they could not even detect any problems in any link. Seeing Ron's expression of no reaction to the change of fate, Will Auceptin curled his lips.

You are awesome, you have the final say!

……

Time passed quickly, and it seemed that because the New Year was approaching, the entire Backlund had become unusually quiet.

Due to the report, the three major churches launched an investigation into the Witch Sect. The royal family pushed all the blame onto Prince Edessak. Perhaps they had sensed something unusual, but they were obsessed with dealing with the gangs and improving law and order in the East District, and did not take any other unnecessary actions.

Ron asked about the bearded man's deification ceremony during this period, and the man's answer was that he had the final say.

Ron was annoyed by this way of passing the buck.

In order to avoid trouble, he didn't care. In order to completely eliminate the trouble, Ron, as the leader of the Dusk Hermits, gave Hermes a long vacation.

Master Ron's kindness moved this old man who had worked for thousands of years. He immediately stated sincerely that as long as Ron didn't need him, he would never appear in front of Ron.

As for the bearded man, He didn't even ask.

Klein worked hard to make money during this period to raise enough money to go into the sea.

Although the Hanged Man's money-making trick seemed useful, he couldn't guarantee that he would have a chance to catch the pirates if he took Ron with him.

So be prepared.

Perhaps because he was about to go out to sea, Klein was worried that the income of his informant, Old Kler, would be reduced, so he took advantage of his position and introduced him to an easy job in the bicycle factory.

This kind-hearted guy is like this. After learning that he can't go back, he seems to cherish the mark left in this era even more.

As for his brother and sister, under the protection of the "God of Time and Space", Klein took a steam train back years ago to take a sneak peek.

The great detective did not recognize them, but when he saw that they were living well, he was completely relieved.

During this period, Tarot Clubs were held several times, but the content was dull and tended to be more of a discussion and exchange.

As for Ron's true identity, no member of the Tarot Club dared to mention it. Everything remained the same as usual, with only a little more respect and distance in their words.

…………

Port of Pritz.

The seagulls flying over the pier kept calling, and from time to time they dived into the sea, picked up a fish, and swallowed it whole to satisfy their hunger.

The sea breeze, carrying a slightly salty and damp color, blew on the blond boy's face, causing the ends of his hair to sway slightly.

Looking at the sparkling waves on the sea, Ron pulled down the sunglasses on his hair, making his temperament even more mysterious.

He had his own purpose for this voyage.

On the one hand, he wanted to use Sefirah Castle to go fishing and give that poor guy some psychological comfort, and on the other hand, he wanted to find a passage to the Western Continent along the way.

To this end, Ron has made a lot of preparations over the past month.

Ron made the uniqueness and characteristics of the "Demon King" into sunglasses and wore them on his head, and he made the characteristics and uniqueness of the "Dreamer" into a bracelet and wrapped it around his wrist.

The "High-Dimensional Overlooker" which was sealed by its own symbol and authority and turned into a pocket watch was put in Ron's arms, while the wishing lamp was still hung around his waist as a pendant.

I carried the blasphemous stone tablet with me, just waiting to find a place to give the old Lord a hard blow.

The boy wore a black jazz hat, a white shirt, a black vest, a beige windbreaker, dark pants and a pair of shiny leather shoes. He could even get 100% of the attention at the busy pier.

There is no other reason, just one word...

Handsome!
Perhaps because they were tired of the scenery on the sea, the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boys began to wander around the bustling port.

The bright sunshine shines down from the sky, and the cloudless sky looks like a pure sapphire without a trace of impurities.

The various hawkers’ cries, the sound of the waves, and the noisy sounds of people coming and going together form a picture full of life.

“Oyster soup, fresh oyster soup!”

"Grilled fish, Pritz Harbor's secret grilled fish!"

"Freshly arrived canned wolffish is the best choice for self-defense at sea. It can not only be used as emergency rations, but also help you repel pirates."

The blond boy paused in his stroll and stopped beside a stall. He placed his slender jade-like fingers on the bridge of his sunglasses and pulled them down slightly, revealing the golden eyes hidden within.

"Can you really fight off pirates?"

Ron asked without any curiosity.

"Of course, who doesn't know about canned wolffish? Many passenger ships now list it as a prohibited item and prohibit passengers from carrying it privately."

"Little guy, let me tell you, canned wolffish won't go bad at all. Although it doesn't taste very good, it can still keep people going until rescue arrives in a difficult environment!"

When the boss saw the appearance and attire of the boy in front of him, he immediately knew that this was a rich man. He introduced him with reason, and the blond boy twitched his lips slightly.

It won't go bad, it's a harsh environment.

The harsh environment on the sea is either the boat capsizes or there is a lack of food. In the former case, people will die directly, and in the latter case, Ron believes that most people will choose to fish or catch fish instead of eating such inhumane things.

"What you said does make sense, but I'm still curious, can you make money selling this kind of thing?"

“After all, everyone who comes to this port should have heard of the name of canned wolffish.”

The boy, about fifteen or sixteen years old, squatted down and poked the tin can on the ground with his fingers, showing a temperament that was very inconsistent with his age group.

"Of course! You don't understand, customer. When selling things, you have to distinguish the customer groups."

"And my clients are people like you who have enough courage and financial resources and are very willing to accept new things."

The vendor selling canned wolffish spoke with a smile, not hiding his business philosophy at all.

I have reason to suspect that the reason why wolffish can still exist and make a profit is all because of these people who don’t believe in evil.
"Okay, give me 10 cans. If it doesn't work to repel the pirates, I'll ask you to return it!"

Tilting his head, Ron saw a stern-faced man waving at him from a distance. He didn't waste time talking to the boss and directly bought 10 cans of wolffish.

"Perhaps I can share a can with Hermann and mix it into his lunch. What kind of adventurer is he if he doesn't eat canned wolffish?"

When good things are to be shared, Master Ron is never a selfish person!
(End of this chapter)