Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 516 Tarot Club (×) Poor Ghost Club (√) 5 in K
As the leader of the Tarot Club, although Klein never gained any advantage in his secret confrontation with Ron, his defeat at the hands of a scoundrel and a mean person could only be considered an honorable defeat.

After all, the blond boy's moves were so primitive that they were simply unbearable to watch. Even Little Sun, who had received a lot of help, still found it difficult to imagine what the mental state of the "God of Time and Space" was in private.

After all, the "Creator's Hook Theory" had deeply poisoned this simple boy, and he was unable to recover for two or three days.

It was like a clear-headed young boy who knew nothing, and the shock of seeing ntr literature for the first time completely destroyed his worldview.

"Humph, this is his style. Who can be so close to Frank? Although he looks smiling, he is never vague when it comes to fighting."

The "Hermit" Cattleya was the same as before. Although she had only been in contact with Ron for a short time, she still remembered the blond boy's unique style of doing things.

She adjusted her black-framed glasses and remained calm as she watched the three pages of Russell's diary provided by the "magician" Fors.
Then, he glanced at Mr. Fool secretly, not daring to look directly at him. However, facing the layers of strange gray fog that covered him, he could only make out the general outline.

Holding the three pages of Roselle's diary, Klein did not start reading impatiently as usual.

After all, he had seen the Angel King, was arm in arm with a genuine god, and was on good terms with the Creator of the City of Silver. He knew a lot of secret knowledge and history. He thought that no matter what Roselle wrote, it would be difficult to shock him too much.

'Unless he was blessed by some god or someone in high position, and was temporarily transformed into a woman, and then degraded himself in one dance after another.'

He muttered jokingly in his mind and glanced around with interest.

"Hmm~ Finally, there seems to be a real secret organization..."

As he sighed, he casually cast his eyes on the Roselle diary in his hand.

"Ah, the extraordinary path is truly magical. I made the patterned silver plate that led me to travel through time, but no matter how I stimulated it, I could only see an endless expanse of gray fog.

But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that my silver medal actually produced a wonderful reaction with a seal in the Steam Church!"

"There must be a secret here!"

“August 23rd. After my careful research in recent times and the secret records within the church, I discovered that there are more than 22 paths to God.

There are also some properties that can only be used as magical items. They have no formulas and are more like strange things made of pure authority than properties. "

"Then the question is, if the twenty-two paths all come from the Creator, then where does this 'authority' that humans cannot accept come from?"

That’s a good question, but I think I know something…

As his eyes swept over, Klein raised the corners of his mouth slightly in satisfaction.

Frankly speaking, in the mysterious world, he is strictly speaking a veteran, so it is natural for him to notice the problems in the Way of God.

Ron calls himself a god, but in every way, this guy doesn't quite match this world.

Especially the Beyonder Characteristics, a major issue that involves the foundation of the mysterious world.

In the past, Klein naively thought that Ron was so special that he was most likely a senior time traveler from a certain country.

However, as his understanding of the world deepened, and he learned that Ron was a natural god, he gave up this conjecture and conceded that He was actually an extremely ancient old man.

However, after seeing Emperor Roselle's diary, his usual random thoughts once again flooded his mind.

Why can the characteristics of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" be used by everyone, and even the characteristics of all gods can be made into magic potions, but yours, Ron Sothoth, cannot?
Why are you so special, as if you have a cheat?
And the most important point is why you are looking for a wife in this era. Logically speaking, since you are ancient, what did you do with all that time in the past?

Unless you had no time at all before, or no time in the world.
The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He even stared at Roselle's diary for dozens of seconds without wanting to take his eyes off it.

Fuck, this bastard couldn't be the time traveler...

"Well, I can only say that it is very similar, but I can't be sure."

After silently suppressing his guess in his heart and preparing to end the Tarot Club, Klein, who was trying to test the waters, looked at the diary below.

"August 25th, damn, the seal that reacted to the mysterious silver plate actually spoke, and it greeted me in a different language!?"

"Moreover, it also spread rumors about me within the Steam Church, saying that I like men and animals!!!"

"I immediately sent my greetings back. I just don't believe that I, Huang Tao Roselle Gustav, can be inferior to a sealed item!?"

"August 26th, a miserable defeat. With my knowledge, I was unable to defeat this strange sealed object that possessed the properties of being alive..."

"But fortunately, if it is away from the silver medal for a period of time, it will automatically lose its activity, otherwise my reputation would be doomed!"

Great Emperor, it's a good thing you died early, if it were now, your fingers would have been broken...

Klein laughed secretly in his heart, with a hint of gloating on his face.

"On August 27, my daughter was born and I named her..."

"..."

Ron's golden eyes glanced over the contents of the diary, and his eyebrows raised slightly. He didn't expect that he had contact with Roselle so early.

Although those minor characteristics only left a few traces of his spirit and did not meet the necessary conditions for revival, they were still flesh and blood from his body, and it was normal for him to instinctively hate anything related to the dead.

God knows, when Ron first met Klein, he wanted to kill him.

The three-page diary is like an update by the author of a failed novel. Not only is it short, but it is also very weak and always ends at the key places.

Yes, I'm talking about a certain "astrologer" who didn't make an effort to digest the potion.

Klein finished reading it all in a few minutes, and sighed silently, feeling unsatisfied.

"You guys start."

He looked at the Tarot Club members and said calmly.

As soon as Klein the Fool finished speaking, Alger the Hanged Man looked around and immediately took the initiative to say:

"I need a powerful magical item, probably corresponding to the fifth level of sequence."

Although he was issuing the commission to all Tarot Club members, his eyes were pointed at Cattleya.

For Alger, it is too early to become a demigod. Although he has exchanged the secret of the ghost ship for the potion formula, his financial situation has been in serious crisis in exchange for the characteristics of the "Ocean Singer".

"Only by strengthening our combat power as soon as possible can we gain more, and we have to save money again."

At this moment, this rough-skinned, cautious seaman always felt like a Tuntun rat, no different from Backlund's factory workers.

"I'll keep an eye out for you."

Seeing the Hermit's response, Alger asked:
"Ma'am, what do you want in return?"

"I can collect clues in advance so that I can exchange them for magical items later."

What kind of reward do I need? The Hermit Cattleya laughed secretly, sensing the slight temptation in the words of the Hanged Man Alger.

"Not to mention that I have already obtained the "Magic Potion Formula" of Sequence 4 of the "Secret Peeper" Pathway, and am currently accumulating the main ingredients for one of them."

"Wait, that's bad. I've been defined as a traitor by the Moss Trappist Order. What about my contribution?"

Thinking of this, Cattleya finally figured out what she had forgotten recently. She gritted her teeth and wanted to step forward and slap the blond boy who betrayed her.

"That's demigod-level material, I'm almost getting it!"

Admiral Xing's breathing stagnated, and she felt so heartbroken that even her purple eyes were misty. She then smiled through gritted teeth and said:

"I need a drop of blood from a mythical creature, or a magical item of demigod level, one whose negative effects are relatively tolerable."

Her words were a double entendre. The first half was meant for Ron, while the second half was naturally meant to mock the temptation from the Hanged Man. At this moment, Alger, the Hanged Man, almost blurted out and told the other party not to joke about such things.

Even the Church of the Storm may not be able to achieve such a harvest after several years, not to mention that it also requires a drop of blood from a mythical creature. Do you still want the Pope to bleed him himself?
How big is this face?

'If there really is a Level 1 Sealed Artifact that can withstand negative effects, then why don't I use it myself, or exchange it with Destiny for the Beyonder characteristic of Disaster Priest? Although the two are of equal value, with the favors I have accumulated before, Destiny will definitely not refuse.'

Alger understood that this was the Hermit's mockery of him, but he did not get angry like his colleagues. He took a deep breath and said:
"I'll keep an eye out."

"But you should be well aware, ma'am, that a seal like this and a drop of blood from a mythical creature might just be a clue, and it's worth a pretty good magical item."

"Tsk, he's not angry. Is it because my provocation was not strong enough, or is it because he is not a member of the Church of Storms? No, you can't think like that. It is very likely that under the watchful eyes of the two gods, he would not dare to do this at all."

Thinking of this, Cattleya, the Hermit, glanced at Fate, who spoke harshly, and did not have the urge to test her a second time. She nodded and said,

"I know."

Humph, you know. What do you know?
Since you know why not make a deal with Mr. Fate, everyone in the Tarot Club knows that if you have money, you can get what you want from Him.

After all, the "Admiral of the Stars" is actually a "poor man" like me who has fallen into a property crisis.

As Alger thought this, his eyes softened unconsciously, causing Cattleya and the innocent dummy "World" to grimace.

Hey, what's that look on your face?
Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table, curled his lips. He had never expected that a small test from two members of the Tarot Club could burn him.

'In fact, I also want a powerful magical item.'

He added silently in his heart that Klein did not manipulate the "world" to mention this commission because he had already said it last time, and mentioning such a thing at this juncture would always seem like adding fuel to the fire.

I, the "Fool", have such a low status in the Tarot Club.
Seeing that the conversation between the two had ended, "The World" seized the opportunity and spoke hoarsely:

"I found an ancient book. It seems to come from the dragon clan and is inextricably linked to the dragon king 'Angelwede'."

"From the dragon clan, and has a close connection with the dragon king?" Hearing this, Audrey, who was watching everything, raised her hand slightly and asked in a brisk voice:
"Mr. World, what does it do?"

'How should I know? Why don't you ask that little brat?'

Klein was embarrassed for a moment, then shook his head nonchalantly.

“I don’t know what it does, I haven’t researched it yet.”

Having said this, he paused, pretended to look in the direction of The Fool and said sincerely:

"I paid a price and asked Mr. Fool for help. I got the answer that this book is not simple and is related to the Dragon King."

Ancient God Relics! ?
As soon as the word "world" fell from her mouth, not only Audrey was surprised, but all the members of the Tarot Club focused their attention on this guy who usually kept a low profile.

Among these gazes was Ron Sotos.

'Why does he always encounter such strange things? '

The blond boy's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to be looking at the "world" Gehrman Sparrow with some heat.

This is not a stray kitten, it is clearly a lucky cat.

Noticing his girlfriend's somewhat moved expression, the scumbag took the initiative to ask:

"how much is it?"

I've been waiting for you to ask this question!

Klein was overjoyed and immediately controlled the "world" to speak hoarsely:
"Since you want, we can talk about it in detail after the party, because one of the rewards I need is that you must tell me the detailed function of this book."

"My reward is not enough for me to get a detailed answer from Mr. Fool."

As for why such a condition was added, it was naturally to prevent Vice Admiral Iceberg from suffering too much loss. Klein always felt guilty about spending eight thousand pounds to acquire an ancient god relic.

Just blow it!
Ron rolled his eyes helplessly. He rarely argued with Klein and simply nodded.

"Okay, no problem. I'll come find you after the party."

As the conversation between the two ended, no one made any more demands during the transaction.

Some members came here because they could pre-order what they needed and didn't need to buy it anymore. This was mainly due to Audrey the Justice and Fors the Magician who were digesting the potion.
The other part, due to lack of money and their own situation, does not make advance consumption for the time being.
For example, Emlyn White, the "Moon", who has always wanted to obtain more blood clan heritage, and Miss "Magician", who also wants to obtain a magical item.

'Sure enough, as everyone gradually gets rid of the low sequence, the frequency of transactions in the Tarot Club is also gradually decreasing.

In the past, there were two or three orders every week, but now it may take two or three weeks, and in the future it may take a month. Although there is a "rich" guy like Ron, it is still quite time-consuming to accumulate the rewards for the exchange.'

Klein the Fool didn’t know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, so he could only nod slightly, signaling the members to communicate freely.

Audrey "Justice" immediately looked at Derrick "The Sun", waiting for him to tell her about the recent situation in Silver City.

Derrick lived up to her expectations and spoke before anyone else, saying sincerely:

"I met with the Chief during a time when lightning was more frequent today. He seemed to have just returned from Silver City."

"It would be strange if such an important seal was lost and we didn't go out to look for it. If I hadn't happened to pull "The Sun" into the Tarot Club, the Silver City would not have been able to hold out for long without its food source."

Klein analyzed it first in his mind.

The sun continued calmly:

"I took care of these seeds and they grew very quickly. As long as there was sunlight, they would grow up and fill the food gap in a short time."

"When the chief came back, he looked very happy and surprised. He said some strange things to me and asked me a question at the end."

At this point, "Sun" Derrick paused, as if he was brewing something.

"What question did your chief ask?" Magician Fors urged impatiently.

Little Sun nodded, as if imitating the demeanor of the Chief of Silver City, and asked in a low voice:

"If a god has lost all his characteristics and has long been dead, would he still have authority?"

What's the problem? Why do you want to emphasize losing all characteristics, and being a god? This should be the hint from the chief of Silver City.
The sealed object lost in the City of Silver was a dead true god or a subordinate god from the Second Era! ?
The Hanged Man was startled, and immediately wanted to look at 'Destiny' beside him, but his movements were stuck. He instantly realized that it was not very polite to cooperate with such an action in response to such a question.

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"That depends on what level they were in their previous lives. If they lose all their characteristics, a weaker guy can only retain his status. Of course, this can still crush those below the level of angels."

"If you are talking about being from God or an angel, then you cannot retain the full strength you had before you died, let alone the authority you have."

When Ron heard this, he immediately thought of the "Wishing Lamp" and Medici who had turned into an evil spirit.

These two guys illustrate this type of problem very vividly.

Even though the "Lamp God" has become a sealed object, he is still very powerful, but Medici is very weak. He has to find the characteristics of a demigod to leave the place where the evil spirits are bound.

After hearing this, Taiyang took it in his mind carefully, then took a deep breath and continued:

"The seal in the City of Silver is a similar case. It is the second case you mentioned, Mr. Destiny. It is an angel who has lost all his characteristics but has the authority over the earth and has long been dead."

"Alive!"

(End of this chapter)