Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 460: Mr. Ron’s Favor Is Not Over (3K)

“You know, many people fail when they are closest to success, so the closer you are to success, the more you cannot let your guard down!”

"This can be explained by a theorem: the more you don't want something to happen, the more likely it is to happen."

Life is unpredictable and everything changes. Ron's famous warning is not wrong strictly speaking.

Yes, don’t set a flag!

Mr. Fool nodded his head at the blond boy's opinion. Although he could not produce any evidence, it did not prevent this unlucky guy from agreeing with it.

"Sun" Derrick moved his lips, obviously wanting to ask why, but seeing that all the members of the Tarot Club were in deep thought, he could only scratch the back of his head and thanked sincerely:

"Thank you for your information. You are such a kind and compassionate person."

Kindness? Enthusiasm? Mercy?

I bother!

When the new member "Moon" Emlyn heard this, his forehead twitched. He felt as if his throat was uncomfortable as if he hadn't drunk blood for several days, as if there was something inside that he had to spit out.

"You're welcome. It all depends on your courage and belief!"

Ron nodded slightly, and spoke modestly beyond everyone's expectations, which stunned Klein.

Oh my god, has the little brat finally learned some good moral qualities?
Could it be that my luck has finally turned and I can finally live a good life?

Before Klein the Fool could finish his sigh, Ron raised his head even more, tilted his mouth and said:
“You can definitely ask Mr. Fool for help with this kind of thing. He is only a little bit worse than me.”

As the boy spoke, he bent his fingers and brought his index finger and thumb closer together, almost touching each other.

As expected, people must never set flags!

Every time he was relaxing, this boy who hated people and dogs would cause him a lot of trouble. Klein felt that he didn't learn anything else, but his ability to adapt to circumstances and his thick skin had improved a lot.

Humph, I am not afraid of the collapse of Mount Tai.
Klein muttered narcissistically in his heart. He knew that he couldn't always rely on Ron to support him in everything. He immediately shamelessly dug his toes into the ground, raised his chin slightly as if no one was around, and acted in a leisurely and indifferent manner.

"My promise is always valid!"

What he meant was equal exchange, which was the original intention of establishing the Tarot Club, and it was he who brought "The Sun" in after all.

What a good pretender! All despicable fortune tellers are really like this!!!

Seeing that Klein was now as thick-skinned as a city wall and had no reaction to his persecution, Ron was shocked and suddenly thought of the old Tianzun, who also had great acting skills.

vomit~
The great Ron Sothoth quickly looked at the noble lady who was observing this interaction, which put an end to this purely disgusting psychological trauma.

The death of the "King of the Five Seas" was like the gold pounds in Klein's purse that were gone forever. Although everyone in the Tarot Club was curious before, after knowing that it was Ron who did it, they felt that it was not so shocking.

Isn't this what should be done and is natural?
Seeing that the matter had come to an end, Audrey, the Justice, looked towards the head of the bronze table and said in an apologetic tone:

“I’m sorry, Mr. Fool. Due to the chaos in Backlund this month, as well as the conflicts between the military, the royal family, and the church, I didn’t get the subsequent Roselle diary. Please wait another week.”

The impact of Ron's existence has not ended. Because of the loss of the help of the "Angel of Fantasy", although the royal family reacted quickly, many troubles caused by the "Black Emperor" were still controlled by the three major churches.

Edessac Augustus alone could not convince the church which had some clues.

Mr. Fool’s efforts were not in vain, at least he really saved some people.

Of course, Ron’s role cannot be ignored in this. He likes a perfect ending and does not want his mood to be affected by external factors while he is enjoying defeating the “Original Creator”.

The royal family only needs to consider how to cover up the matter after it is exposed, how to pass the buck, and how to pay the price, but Ron Sothoth has a lot to consider.

"Okay." Klein replied calmly and without any emotion, not realizing that he was stirring up trouble for Backlund.

Upon hearing the conversation between the two, the magician Fors suddenly woke up and looked towards the top of the bronze table and said:
"Dear Mr. Fool, I have received three pages of Roselle's diary."

Yes, the more members there are, the more channels there are. With the exception of Ron, the Tarot Club finally looks like a secret organization.
Klein nodded slightly and said:

"very good."

Roselle's diary? A certain vampire seemed to have heard something extraordinary. Before Emlyn could think carefully, he saw the diary that the "magician" had materialized in front of him jump into Mr. Fool's hands.

"February 12th, Florent the idiot."

Mr. Fool’s reading time was the same as usual. Apart from the blond boy who tilted his head to the side, trying to read the diary for fun, no other members spoke out loud.

Above the gray fog fell into a long silence again.

"." At this moment, Klein's eyes suddenly focused and he saw an incredible name.

Hermes? He is still alive! ? And he participated in that extremely mysterious party with Roselle!
This is a living fossil in the history of human mysticism!

With a profound knowledge of mysticism, he knows in which era this old man was active.

That is.
No, the ancient sun god, Amon, and even Medici, Ron may be older than Hermes, and strictly speaking, I am also older than him. According to the time scale, it is okay for Him to call me great-great-great-grandfather.
The old thing turned out to be me! ?

When he thought of this, Klein, who felt a little inflated, felt that Hermes was nothing special.

Forget it, although it is very easy to do anything when you are with a big boss, it will also lead to many problems, such as always exalting yourself and losing your previous cautiousness. You must remember this, you can only be yourself!
"Let's find a chance to ask later and see if Ron has any news."

After turning over the first page of the diary, Klein the Fool made a summary while opening the remaining two pages.

"I really don't understand these nobles. Did I fuck them, or did they fuck me?"

"Fuck, today Mrs. Teddy actually wanted to drip wax on me and tie me up"

"Oh! Damn it, there's no way that thing can fit in there no matter how hard you try!?"

'Pain in the butt'

These two pages of the diary were all about Roselle’s romantic past and funny incidents. Although there was no important information, Klein still enjoyed reading it.

Klein the Fool stepped back slightly, making the diary in his hand disappear, and said with a chuckle:

"You can start."

As soon as he finished speaking, he smoothly controlled the dummy "world" and looked at Alger Wilson, who had messy hair like seaweed.

"Mr. Hanged Man, is there any good news about the characteristics of my Sequence Six Witch?"

This was what he gained when he was the "Black Emperor". At the last party before that, he commissioned someone to sell it for him. It turned out that the witch characteristics were indeed difficult to sell, because almost all the buyers were people from the witch sect, and these cultists were not often encountered.

"That's what I was going to say."

"It was bought for 4000 pounds yesterday. According to my friend, the buyer was Mithor King, the second mate of Vice Admiral Disease."

"According to the deal, you have to give me 400 pounds, and I will give you the remaining 3600 pounds after the party."

It's so expensive. If I had known, I wouldn't have been so generous and given a tenth commission. But at least it's my first pot of gold. Klein comforted himself silently in his heart and asked hoarsely:
"Ms. Justice, I have a clue about the characteristics of a psychiatrist, but it will take a week or a month to get it. It only costs 900 pounds. Do you need it?"

He was referring to the "psychologist" on Creeping Hunger, and as far as Klein knew, Miss "Justice" seemed to have an extraordinary pet.

"Well, no problem, deal!"

Susie hasn't even finished digesting the "Mind Reader" potion yet. Waiting for a week or a month is not a problem at all. Moreover, I can't always rely on the "Psychological Alchemy Society". Exchanging a second potion from them will expose Susie's existence.
"Justice" Audrey naturally couldn't let go of this opportunity. A mere 900 pounds was not worth her too much attention.

Well, this way I have a total of 5500 pounds, which is enough to buy a property in Backlund, or a powerful offensive weapon.
But at this moment, before Klein, who had worked hard to save money, could start to associate, his heart suddenly sank.

Because he saw Ron staring at him with a strange look.

Pay it back!

Yes, now that I am rich, it is time to pay my taxes. I have not yet finished my gratitude to Master Ron!

Not to mention all the random help, even the wriggling hunger, Klein has not yet repaid it.

After all, Ron only charged a symbolic fee of 10,000 pounds, but he couldn't be so ignorant as to only give 10,000 pounds.

Considering Ron's help and the number of times he saved his life over the past few months, Klein roughly calculated in his mind that 50 pounds was a reasonable price.

6340/500000
"I will pay back what I owe!"

At this moment, Klein, who was in debt, suddenly had the illusion of throwing his butt to the other party to pay off the debt.

"Hmph, there's no rush. You can pay it back slowly by killing a few more pirates."

Ron nodded with satisfaction and said, since you want to return it, then do so.

Ron had complicated feelings towards Klein. Logically, this guy had helped him a lot, so he didn't really care if he didn't pay him back.

After all, in the eyes of a great being like him, everything he gave to Klein was just rubbish. There was no chance that Ron would take a liking to it and care about it.

And now, that pile of junk actually earned the loyalty of a Sefirah Castle owner.
Mr. Fool's ass is really cheap.
(End of this chapter)