Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 504 "Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner" Alger (Two in One) 6K
Backlund, Hillston District.

Red Rose Hotel.

Fowles Wall, wearing a wide-brimmed brown velvet hat, a fashionable coat made of nylon, long dark leather boots, and a lady's backpack, pushed open the door of the hotel.

She dressed up specially to meet her teacher and was not conspicuous at this moment. She looked like most of the people staying in the hotel, all outsiders who came to Backlund.

"A single room."

Fors Wall spoke with an accent from Jianhai County and looked at the staff who were looking at her carefully.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. The kingdom has a rule that visitors from outside the kingdom must provide proof of identity."

At this point, the lady from out of town looked puzzled, and the receptionist suddenly lowered her voice and said:
"If you just pay attention to the news, you will know that the workers in the East District are making a lot of noise, and the church can only play a role in appeasement, but cannot actually solve the problem."

"So the Sivellas are worried that foreign spies might sneak in and cause a bad influence."

The receptionist explained quickly, and Fors nodded slightly. She took out the forged ID and handed it over.

"So do you think I look like a spy?"

While the front desk was busy, she raised her eyebrows and asked with a slightly lazy and amused look.

"Ma'am, how is this possible? The spy is just a fabrication of Sivellas Field. I doubt it..."

At this point, the front desk staff lowered their voice again.

"I suspect that this is just a superficial effort by Sivellas to fool the congressmen, because if they don't do this, they will appear to be useless. After all, you can't expect a guy who looks like a foreigner to lead you in strikes, protests and marches..."

"How could a spy know Backlund so well? Even those congressmen didn't notice this!"

The receptionist whispered as she quickly completed the registration and returned the ID to the lazy girl in front of her.

"I wish you a pleasant journey!"

The lazy lady nodded slightly, then took a step forward, and following the sign, she quickly came to the third floor of the hotel and stopped in front of a room.

She looked around cautiously, and when she didn't see anyone, she raised her arm and knocked on the door in a pattern of three long, two short, three heavy, and two light.

After a few seconds, the door was opened from the inside and Foers squeezed in through the gap.

"Teacher, why are you in such a hurry to meet this time? Is there something wrong?"

As soon as she entered, she couldn't wait to look at Dorian Gray, her expression full of worry.

In the hotel room, the gray-haired old gentleman did not keep the secret, but said with a smile:
"No, this time it's a good thing!"

good thing?

Fors was stunned for a moment, and then he saw that Dorian Gray was relaxed, his whole temperament was refreshed, and the deep-hidden sorrow had disappeared without a trace.

What good thing happened?

I have never seen the teacher like this before. Did he get married or have a baby in the past two days?

However, he looks to be in his sixties or seventies. A normal person of this age should not have this ability...

In the words of Emperor Roselle, is this what it means to be a late bloomer? No, it should be called being old but still strong!

As a qualified novelist, a master of emotions, and a person who dares to write pornographic books using the image of gods, Fowles has a unique imagination.

However, she only thought about these outrageous speculations and did not dare to speak them out loud.

"I seem to have mentioned to you that Lawrence, Anlisa, and I are from the same organization, right?"

Dorian Gray was unaware of the students' speculations. He simply could not hide his joy on his face, and his tone was gentle yet a little serious.

Wait, why are you bringing this up for no reason? Have I been exposed already?

Fols Wall was stunned, not understanding what the teacher meant, so he could only nod his head and said with a wry smile:

"Yes, teacher, you did mention it, but you didn't say more."

Once a person tells the first lie, he or she will need more lies to cover it up. The writer had to be secretly vigilant to avoid revealing any flaws.

However, Dorian Gray just shook his head and said with relief:

"Hehe, starting today, I will tell you everything. In fact, for safety reasons, some cautious measures did need to be taken in the past."

“But nowadays, it is no longer necessary!”

"Lawrence and I both come from an ancient family. In the Fourth Epoch, this family's surname is extremely prominent. It is Abraham."

…………

It took a full half hour for Fores to digest the history in his mind.

"Now that the Fifth Era ancestor has returned, there is no need to hide any longer. As Abraham's student, you naturally have to hold this honor."

"..."

Hearing this, Fowles was silent for a moment. Even as a novelist, she didn't know what kind of nonsense to make up next.

Mr. Ron's solution to the Full Moon Talking is to get back to the root of the problem?

Should I be shocked? But this is too fake! ?
Fors was not particularly surprised by this, because the full moon whispers had not appeared for several months, so she had already been mentally prepared.

It's normal for a god to do anything.

Teacher, I have actually been a Tarot reader for a long time. Look at the secret symbols on the back of my hand. They are very exquisite...

After silently complaining in his heart, Fors took a deep breath and sighed with regret:
"Teacher, I know a very capable psychologist. You should probably go see him..."

The psychiatrist was naturally referring to Miss Justice from the Tarot Club, and saying this on this occasion was entirely to show the reaction of a normal person.

"you do not believe me?"

"Teacher, this is not a question of whether or not to believe it. It's just that when your peaceful life is just getting back on track, you suddenly receive a letter saying that your uncle is a billionaire, and you are the only one who can inherit his wealth because you have no children..."

At this point, Fors muttered:

"This sounds like a liar..."

Dorian Gray's face turned green, but after thinking about it for a while, he found that it was indeed the case.

So he did not force it, and continued:
"Actually, I came here today to tell you a way to save your life in extreme danger!"

At this point, the expression on Dorian Gray's face suddenly became serious.

"You need to chant a noble name, and this great being will help you because you are Abraham's student!"

"The honorable name is:

The great Gate of All Doors, the guide to the endless starry sky, the key to all mysterious worlds."

"You must remember this!"

Dorian Gray, with gray hair on his temples, looked at his student with a headache. He didn't expect that after not seeing him for just one month, his words would become so sharp.

"No matter what, she is Abraham's student. An anchor that does not belong to an outsider should be more stable..."

There is nothing that can be done about it. After all, it is said that the ancestor's return was due to a favor from a great person, and his own condition is not good, so he urgently needs to gather family members, and anchors are extremely precious.

"Okay teacher, I remember it!"

No, if the time of crisis comes, I will definitely choose Mr. Fool...

He nodded in response with a guilty conscience. Just as Fores was about to ask if there was anything else, Dorian Gray said again:
"You should also remember the name of another great being. This being is the source of wisdom, the god of wealth, and the best teacher for scholars."

"The God of Wealth!?"

As a rather superficial poor guy, Fors noticed the money at first sight, and his eyes brightened a little.

"Yes, God of Wealth, you must remember that this being is majestic and sacred, only does righteous things, and possesses noble and pure character."

"He rarely responds to believers, or even almost never responds, but you can give it a try, maybe it will work in a time of crisis!"

"Teacher, what is His name?"

If this being really responds, will He give me a large sum of money for free?

Fowles asked impatiently, his words full of expectation, and he seemed very interested in this. Although he knew that the honorific name didn't have to be read out loud, there had to be something to look forward to, right?

"Okay, you must remember that His honorable name is, the Ruler of Time and Space, the Ultimate Point where All Things Return to One, the Infinite Wisdom that Knows and Sees Everything."

what?
Hearing this honorific name, Fors Wall's whole body trembled violently, her eyes widened, and her mouth opened wide. She didn't expect that it was an old acquaintance.

Do you have money?
There is a high probability.

But are there any noble and pure virtues?
If you lie, you will be struck by lightning!

At this moment, Miss Magician felt mixed emotions. She seemed to recall the severe pain she felt during the physical examination and the joy she felt when she received two thousand pounds.

Huh? You still want money. I'm lucky if He doesn't slap me twice!
If I really encounter danger, I will choose Mr. Fool...

After all, Mr. Fool is cheap. No, the required compensation is probably the membership price...

………………

Night, East End.

Inside Fat Duke's Tavern.

"You mean, this letter was given to me by my 'father'?"

"Yes sir." Miss Writer said with a strange expression.

"Amazing, amazing, you are really amazing, you even know my 'father'!"

After taking the letter and glancing at it, the angel threw it aside nonchalantly, then clapped his hands expressionlessly, and at the same time took back the twelve-ring insect that was lying on Fors' body.

have a finger in the pie
As a "thief", it is harder than climbing to the sky to make Amon change.

However, his biological father, who was already half dead, obviously did not agree, so he took advantage of the little quarrels caused by his eldest son to further spread the influence.

Trying to make the Angel of Time too powerful to be eliminated, forcing Him to continue the cause of resisting capitalists.

Doing something meaningful is always better than doing nothing. After all, He also has some responsibility for teaching His children to be like this.

As for whether Amon will give up, suddenly run away, and deceive everyone?

Judging from His half-biological father, this is absolutely impossible.

Because, before overthrowing Ron, the biggest capitalist in Rune, Amon would never give up easily.

Since Ron showed up, he was the only one who knew how much injustice he had suffered as an angel. Now he finally had a chance to retaliate, and his father was willing to help him. Anyone would grab it. "Why do I always feel so awkward?"

Looking at the noisy crowd below the stage, Shi Tianshi always felt something was wrong.

According to common sense, these people should obviously become his clones, but once they become clones, he will lose his life-saving card against that despicable guy.

"Forget it, just keep lying. When the time comes, I will not only make that guy bankrupt and heartbroken, but also make these little bugs lose their faith in unity."

"Hmm~ That taste is wonderful just thinking about it."

Tuesday, afternoon.

Ron woke up from the gentle embrace, he loosened his arms, moved his round face away from the pillow, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

Strictly speaking, he was not sleeping, he was just enjoying the warm embrace.

"So, you just left like that?"

“Even the men from Intis would light up a cigarette after the party and chat with the beautiful lady.”

Amanesis opened his dark eyes as deep as the bottom of a pool, a mocking smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he stretched out his finger to poke the limp little fish.

"You are already an old married couple, and you still care about this?"

Ron seemed very shameless at this time, and slapped away the white jade fingers of the "Goddess of Night".

He stood up from the bed with a pale face, straightened his back, put on his clothes with unsteady steps, and wanted to escape from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

The demon wolf is so terrifying. Just one day and one night is more tiring than fighting with the "Original Creator" for several days.

As expected, she is an old woman who has accumulated thousands of years of experience. You can't afford to offend her.

The Goddess of Night stared at the small fry whose condition had obviously deteriorated with a smile, and the mockery on the corner of her mouth became more and more glaring.

Compared with the paleness on Ron's handsome face, His eyes were bright and watery, His eyebrows were relaxed, and His face was rosy and full of health.

"Oh, you can't do that, can you?"

"They can't even satisfy me, and they want three of them together. Some people are really good at bragging..."

"Heh, you pervert~ scumbag~"

"..."

"You, you, don't be so arrogant!"

Hearing such ridicule, the blond boy almost couldn't breathe. He raised his finger tremblingly, like a stubborn fish that had been trained, and had to pretend to be tough.

He wanted to continue educating the little wolf, but the feeling of his body being drained and the beautiful goddess opening her arms made the great Ron Sothos hesitate.

There are no plowed fields, only tired oxen.

The effort and reward are obviously not equal.

The young man wanted to use his authority to cheat, but once he used his authority, wouldn't it prove that he was incapable?

"Damn it! Just wait for me, I will definitely come back!!!"

The small fry swung his arms and fled.

There really isn't a drop left.

…………

Ron held a cigarette between his lips and took a deep puff, then he shuddered all over.

"Why is Amanesis even more powerful than last time? Even with the blessing of the Red Moon, it shouldn't be this bad..."

"Damn it, he must have cheated. I remember he had a very good relationship with the Mother Earth..."

"I don't know how Roselle is so energetic. Maybe we can discuss this with him when we find him..."

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he didn't bother to recall the beauty of last night. After tidying up his appearance, the blond boy came to a remote sea area according to the coordinates just conveyed by The Fool.

That was the message sent by Mr. "The Hanged Man", concerning the coordinates of the Tudor Empire's ghost ship.

If I didn't have something else to do, I could spend the whole day with Him...

Muttering to himself, Ron locked onto his target.

He opened his arms and turned into a golden meteor, sliding down from the sky and crashing straight into the three-masted sailing ship that was operating on autopilot.

The crew member in a sailor suit pushed open the closed door of the captain's room. His arm muscles were bulging, his face was red and purple, and it looked like he could unleash 300% of the fighting power of his angry subjects.

As soon as he entered the captain's room, he shouted to Alger who was drawing a nautical chart:

"My Lord Bishop, something bad has happened!"

"There's a pretty boy outside, he wants to rob us!"

Why are you shouting so loudly?
Although he was mentally prepared, Alger Wilson was still shocked.

This was something he had discussed with Ron. Not only would it protect him from the sailors' suspicion, it would also allow Ron to fully control the overall situation of the ship.

"And if we can protect these sailors properly, we will definitely gain great merit..."

This is simply a win-win!

Seeing the reckless sailor in front of him, he immediately frowned and said in a deep voice:

"I've told you so many times, once we're out at sea we're pirates, you have to call me Captain."

"Also, you said someone wanted to rob us. This is the ocean. Except for some demigods with certain qualifications, no one can board the ship under such circumstances."

"Are you sure he's alone and there are no other boats around?"

The crew member of the Storm Church was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head, and finally said loudly and hurriedly:
"I'm sure there really was a man flying down from the sky!"

Hearing this, Alger Wilson's eyes flashed with wisdom, and his expression changed drastically, and he immediately slammed the table.

"Oh no! Go stop those sailors! He must be a High Sequencer!"

The burly man in the sailor suit was stunned again and found that what his captain said did make sense.

Why couldn't I think of that?

He is indeed a bishop-level figure!

"I'm going right now!"

He left the captain's room and ran outside at full speed.

Ever since Alger started playing pirate on the sea, most of his crew members didn't have to use their brains, so all the sailors recognized the wisdom of their captain.

"Oh, time to get to work."

"I can't see clearly what it looks like above the gray fog, but if we meet in the real world, I should be able to see the true form of the god."

Suppressing his excited heart and trembling hands, Alger drank the remaining Sonia blood wine in the cup in one gulp, then tidied his clothes and finally walked leisurely to the deck.

"Are you their leader?"

"Doesn't it look that good?"

?

Alger Wilson, who was walking briskly with a smile on his face, paused, and the anger that had been suppressed for many years in his heart could not be stopped from surging.

The arrogant and derogatory words just now seemed to have a magical power, echoing wildly in his mind. Even the caution he had maintained for many years could not suppress his violent anger.

Because of his background, what Alger hated most was being looked down upon!

"Alger, what's wrong with you? You have to hold it in. This is just acting..."

The captain of the Blue Avenger still had a smile on his face, but his face turned red. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at the blond and golden-eyed boy in front of him, successfully overlapping his image with that above the gray fog.

"But why does it always seem that His complexion is not right, and why His face is always dark and light when He walks?"

"Is it because after every Tarot gathering, He has to compete with Mr. Fool, so this is too much of a drain?"

Recalling the scenes at the Tarot Club, the more Alger thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

Although the person before him was definitely a 100% god, as the host of the gathering, Mr. Fool must be of the same level.

"And given His personality, He will definitely give Mr. Fool a headache, and there might even be some conflicts."

After realizing this, Alger thought more and more that it made sense, and immediately revealed a look of complete understanding.

He glanced at the sailors who were surrounding the blond boy and said seriously:
"Sir, we belong to the Church of Storms, not real pirates. If you want to enforce justice, I'm afraid you've found the wrong person."

At this point, Alger Wilson immediately revealed a look of regret, then waved his hand and asked all the sailors holding guns and knives to retreat.

"It's probably difficult to reach the island without a boat on the sea. We can give you a ride for free. What do you think?"

Hearing this, Ron pretended to think about it, and finally nodded reluctantly.

"Humph, you guys are smart!"

The Hanged Man looked around at this time, held his arms flat so that all the crew members' eyes would be on him, and then he shouted in an encouraging tone:
"Go and get the best ingredients from the warehouse. We want to welcome this Excellency, this High Sequencer!"

Upon hearing this, the surroundings immediately became quiet, and soon there were bursts of whispering sounds. The sailors who had not been reminded were seen whispering to each other. It was unknown what they were saying in low voices, but it was obvious that they had already figured out some truth.

"It's actually a High Sequence Personnel!"

"As expected of a captain, you resolved the crisis so easily."

"Storm! My pants got wet when that guy fell from the sky just now. I thought I would die today!"

"If we had done that, he would have died."

"The captain can actually negotiate with a high-sequence person. I, I, I want to give birth to a child for him."

Alger's mouth curled up slightly when he heard these whispers, but when he heard the last sentence, the expression on his face shattered.

He tightened his face and silently memorized the "0" who was among this group of gentlemen. Then he took two steps forward and greeted Ron, as if they were meeting each other for the first time.

The sailors were also quite sensible and knew that this was the best way to avoid a conflict. Although they didn't understand why a high-sequence object would fall from the sky, no one would joke with their own lives.

ten minutes later
A bright bonfire was lit on the ship. As the pirates sang in unison, Ron had oysters, sea cucumbers, seahorses, scallops, sea urchins, and shrimps in front of him.

?

You seem to be hinting at something?
The blond boy muttered to himself and turned to look at Alger beside him. Mr. Hanged Man also smiled knowingly, as if to say
Don't worry, it's very filling.
(End of this chapter)