Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 534: Roselle is such a scumbag

"Congratulations, Mr. Emperor."

“Fool,” Klein chuckled softly, secretly delighted in his heart.

The Tarot Club has gained a new powerful member, which means new channels, knowledge and resources.

Although the Tarot Club, with gods in charge, does not seem to lack these, more members mean more paths.

After all, Ron was just a money-grubber and there was no other way for him to get what he wanted from Him.

"Emperor... This code name is good, I like it very much."

"Ah~ Thank you, great, supreme, invincible Mr. Fool!"

After drawing the main card of the Tarot, Roselle pretended to be surprised.

He raised his arms high and praised loudly in a tone that deliberately contained an "old artist".

The rhythmic and soul-stirring tone gave Klein goose bumps all over his body, as if he saw a big, round sun.

Now, Klein was very suspicious whether Ron had recommended this guy to the Tarot Club because he thought this guy could disgust him.

That’s right. Although Ron didn’t say it explicitly, Klein still believed that this person was recommended by him.

This is also the reason why Klein, who didn't know the background of this guy in front of him, still made an exception and gave him a chance.

With his toes digging into the soles of his shoes, Klein the Fool pretended not to hear anything and said leisurely:

"Backlund time, every Monday at 3pm, remember to be alone."

As soon as he finished speaking, Roselle immediately stood up, racked his brains, and shouted again in the tone of an old artist:

"Praise you, Supreme Fool. Thank you, Lord of the Gray Mist. You are so great and bright, so righteous and profound. Thousands of people cannot fathom your thoughts, and tens of thousands of people cannot see through your wisdom. You are truly a..."

"Ugh, Fool!"

The expression on Roselle's face was almost distorted, but now his brows were relaxed, and he made an expression with considerable emotional tension.

These words of flattery made Klein feel a chill in his heart. His eyes almost popped out of his head, and his body was actually shaking slightly.

'Come on, brother, I'm scared, can we stop bragging...'

Klein the Fool pulled the corner of his mouth, suppressing the weirdness in his heart and goosebumps all over his body, and said calmly:
"There are still a few hours until the next party, so get ready."

After saying this, his expression remained unchanged as he immediately severed the connection between the "Emperor" and the world above the gray fog and kicked him back to the real world.

After doing all this, he revealed a grinning expression, and his body slid from the bronze high-back chair to under the table, rolling uncontrollably on the floor of Sefirah Castle.

There is a 99% chance that this new member is a coward!

It would be fine if Mr. Fool had the real talent to praise him like this, but Klein is just a fake and he’s also a shameless person, so how could he listen to this?

Even the members of the Tarot Club only weighed the situation in their hearts and would never say it out loud.

"Oh my god, this kid must have deliberately dragged this guy into this. Isn't it enough to verbally abuse me every week? Is he planning to disgust me in another way?"

"Well done. I'm doing this for his own good. Think about it, these are all anchors for maintaining your self-esteem after reaching a high sequence."

"It's similar to your diary. If I hadn't told your daughter the contents, would you have come to your senses so quickly?"

Inside the secret mausoleum, the blond boy had a righteous expression on his face and said some strange things that were for your own good.

"Heh, what you said does make sense. I think this is a good thing. As a senior, this is my unshirkable responsibility as Roselle Gustav."

The "Emperor", who had just returned to reality, clenched his fist with a sanctimonious look on his face, as if he really wanted to help the younger generation of "time travelers".

In the end, the beautiful young man and the dashing middle-aged man smiled at each other, and it seemed that they were in cahoots with each other.

After dozens of seconds, Russell sighed helplessly:
"Ah, actually now I think you're a pretty good guy. If only you had shown up earlier, maybe I would have succeeded a long time ago."

"It doesn't matter. Your plagiarism was successful without me." Ron spread his hands, choking Russell so much that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Without waiting for Him to organize his words, the blond boy said with a bit of ease:

"I have some things to deal with recently, and I may not be able to come back in a short time. I will leave your fellow villager to your care first."

Ignoring Roselle's surprise, the young man crossed space and returned to the southern continent as soon as he finished speaking.

Now that the debt has been cleared, follow-up arrangements have been made, and helpers have been found, we are just waiting for the "Mother Tree of Desire" to connect to the "Shadow World" so that we can carry out the final plan.

"In the real world, there are seven gods to guard against some accidents. The previous "traverser" has established contact with Sefirah Castle, and the safety issue has been guaranteed to a certain extent. Although the progress of missionary work is slow, it only takes enough time, and the number of anchors will increase sooner or later."

"However, the only things that are out of control right now are the "Djinn" and the "Mother Tree of Desire". If these two guys have brains, they will most likely not betray me. After all, their characteristics and uniqueness are in my hands. There is no reason for them to betray me when we are evenly matched."

Ron pondered over and over again, and after making sure that there were no hidden dangers and everything was arranged, he felt a little relieved.

After circling the empty hotel rooms, the boy followed the traces left by Miss Ghost and came to a Balam-style specialty restaurant.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Sharon, a girl with delicate features, blue eyes and long light blond hair, chewing a pork elbow.

"Why are you back!?"

Seeing Ron coming, Sharon realized that her image was not very good and hurriedly put down the pork elbow. Just like a student caught by the teacher for skipping school, a trace of panic flashed across her delicate face.

Ron raised his eyebrows slightly and asked in surprise:
"Hey, so you like to eat this. Why didn't you eat it in Backlund? It's as if I can't afford to support you."

In front of others, she is an abstinent and cold doll, but behind others, she is a girl who likes to eat pork elbows. Such a contrast even made Ron stunned.

I didn't expect you to be like this, Sharon.

However, if you think about it carefully, this is not a surprising thing. Restraining desires is not easy, otherwise how could the female ghost in front of you be so beautiful every day.

Not to mention anything else, clothes need to be washed if they have been worn for a long time, hair needs to be combed if it is messy, and face needs to be cleaned if it is dirty, right?
Ron just didn't believe it. Sharon had never washed her clothes, combed her hair, washed her face, brushed her teeth, or cleaned her body since she was a child.

"She changes her clothes at least every three days and combs her hair every day. I didn't even notice it before. She hides it very well."

She quickly picked up a tissue and wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth and hands. Miss Evil returned to her expression of "keep away from strangers" and said without any fluctuation in her tone:
"Hometown specialties, Backlund's isn't authentic."

"Hmph, what an unorthodox one."

"is it?"

The blond boy cast a suspicious look at the slightly embarrassed evil spirit, and a playful smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"Sharon, do you know that as my believer you cannot eat pork, otherwise you will suffer very, very severe punishment!" Ron said very seriously, with a rare seriousness in his golden eyes.

When the blonde girl saw this, she froze in her tracks while wiping her fingers. She looked at Ron carefully with her azure eyes and found that the boy had put away his usual nonchalant attitude. She tensed up and realized the seriousness of the problem.

After all, she had said you are my Lord, you are my God in the morning with an unknown mood, but in the afternoon she broke the commandment that God did not allow, which made her somewhat embarrassed and nervous.

As for whether it is written in the canon of the "God of Time and Space" that pork cannot be eaten, Sharon actually does not know. After all, it would be more convenient to kill Ron directly than to associate the god in the canon with Ron.

With confused blue eyes, Miss Evil asked cautiously in a low voice:
"why?"

'Why? Good question. I don't know.'

The blond boy muttered in his heart, then pursed his lips seriously and said nonsense in a serious tone:
"Because in the occult, eating pigs makes you stupid, and I can't accept my followers becoming stupid."

At this point, Ron changed the subject and said seriously:

"Sharon, even though we are very familiar with each other, I cannot lose justice for you, so you must accept the punishment from me!"

"Come to my room tonight and let me punish you, a disobedient believer!"

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After hearing this, Miss Evil Spirit's heart finally died. If she continued to believe such nonsense, she would probably really turn into a pig.

She took a deep breath, suddenly raised her arm, and greeted in authentic Dutan language:
"Waiter, this guy is a missionary from the Church of the God of Time and Space. Get him out!"

In this city that is not protected by the Church of the God of Time and Space, this kind of belief is often regarded as a "cult", and in order to fight for territory, the "Rose School" will launch air strikes from time to time.

So, you can imagine how Ron was treated.

The young man's eyes widened, as if he had not expected that Sharon, who had always been honest and was being teased by him, would do this.

How can you report your Lord, your God?
He instinctively took two steps forward, wanting to continue to get close to Sharon, but was stopped in his tracks by the waiter who suddenly appeared.

"Sir, please leave here, you are not welcome here!"

Damn!!! Give me back the old Sharon!

3pm.

The crimson light surged like a tide, and the ancient palace filled with gray fog stood quietly.

Audrey Hall looked around instinctively, first at Ron, then at the other Tarot Club members.

'New member!'

When "Justice" Audrey saw a figure beside Mr. "Moon", she was instinctively filled with surprise.

As one of the first few members of the Tarot Club and a veteran member, she is happy to see the gradual growth of this gathering and feels very much like a master of it.

"Black hair and black eyes, very exaggerated body movements, and the clothes they wear are also quite fancy. This combination. Is the new member an Intis person?"

The moment her eyes swept over the newcomer, she immediately came to the correct conclusion.

Without wasting too long, just a glance, Audrey, the Justice, stood up first and greeted briskly:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~"

She greeted everyone one by one, introducing everyone in the Tarot Club to the new members, until her eyes finally stopped at the position of the "Emperor".

"Who is this"

"Alas, the audience must be considerate."

Seeing this, Klein sighed inwardly and said in a calm tone:
"This is Mr. Emperor."

emperor?

As soon as The Fool finished speaking, the eyes of all the Tarot Club members were focused on Roselle.

After all, this title is so flamboyant, and being able to obtain such a title in Tarot cards undoubtedly shows the specialness of the new member.

Feeling the gazes that were either open or hidden, Roselle didn't hesitate. He raised his hands and pressed them down, as if he was saying with body language:
low profile.
But you are not humble at all.
Seeing this, "Justice" Audrey first glanced at Ron inconspicuously, and then analyzed it carefully as a spectator.

"Sure enough, the emperor is most likely an Intis. It was a low-key gesture, but he deliberately made it so ostentatious. Even Mr. Ron has never done this before."

'Ah~ Mr. Ron, He always seems to be very busy. I wonder what He is doing this week?'

After parting with Ron on the boat, Audrey, Susie and the elves embarked on their own adventures. They either explored the ancient jungle or searched for the ancient primitive beliefs on the island.

Its main purpose is to investigate the real reasons why those primitive tribes disappeared overnight, but unfortunately, no clues have been found at this stage.

"Well, the most important thing is to digest the potion, accumulate experience and become stronger."

After comforting herself a little in her heart, the noble lady turned her attention back to the new member. But before she could observe more, she saw the "Moon" next to the "Emperor" shook her hair.

"Humph, I went back and checked. There is no so-called Silver City in the history of the Second Era. It is the Silver Kingdom. What you believe in is not the 'Giant King' Olmir, but the 'Harvest Goddess' Omibella!"

The sudden attack from Emlyn the Moon took everyone in the Tarot Club a while to react.

It wasn't until a long time later that Klein finally reacted.

"What the hell are you doing, you vampire? A week has passed and that's all you want to say!? If you have this much time, you might as well go work and earn more money, you bastard!"

The Fool, who was standing high in the gray fog, stared at Ron with his brown eyes, almost choking.

This pest in the Tarot Club is simply lawless and has already led all the simple-minded Tarot Club members astray.

At the last Tarot meeting, the "Moon" was so angry at the "Sun"'s unintentional ridicule that this time, "Moon" Emlyn decided to take the initiative to regain his lost face.

"As expected of Mr. Moon, you are as proud as Mr. Ron."

Seeing this scene, even Audrey, who was in the "audience", couldn't help but freeze her smile and sighed in her heart.

However, facing such a squeeze, the "Sun" was much calmer than everyone imagined. He pondered for a while, ignored the chattering "Moon" beside him, and said in a deep voice:

"This week, I followed the exploration team into the depths of darkness and met many vampires, including some at the Sequence Five level."

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on Emlyn's face suddenly became extremely wonderful, but the spirited young man from the blood clan still retained his useless dignity. He immediately raised his chin slightly and snorted:

"Who cares about your stinky characteristics? They are unclean and unacceptable to us vampires!"

(End of this chapter)