Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 551 Master, You Don’t Want Shame, But I Want Face
What the hell?

What happened?
What are you talking about?

Dwayne Dantès, who had gray hair on his temples and looked very middle-aged and manly, was stunned for a moment, and it took him a few seconds to realize what Macht meant.

"Although Ron is somewhat of a nuisance, He only causes trouble to those around him, such as me. As for others, He is still very far-sighted. No, it should be said that He does not care at all. He just gives symbolic support, and then you have to rely on your own efforts."

"What bad intentions could a little brat like this have?"

"Uh, mysterious Ron, evil plans? I don't think I've heard of such a person in Backlund."

He asked back, pretending to be clueless.

Mori Macht was not surprised. He patted Klein on the shoulder and said:
"Ha, Dawn, you're right. If it weren't for Mr. Meng Dalin, no one would know that there is such a wealthy tycoon in Backlund. But it's a pity that no one has ever seen him. They just heard that he has a bad reputation."

"He opened more factories than anyone else, and was involved in smuggling, tax evasion and tax avoidance. Rumor has it that he also arbitrarily fired employees and demanded compensation for losses that could not generate profits for the factory."

"They don't provide insurance for their employees, don't have a corresponding free medical fund, and they never do charity."

"You know, in this place, the most important thing is a good reputation."

My dear brother, please stop talking!

Hearing this, Klein felt his scalp tingle. Out of conscience and for the safety of his neighbors, he quietly defended Ron:
"How come there are so many rumors if I've never seen him? Maybe these are all false and this person doesn't exist at all?"

"Or is it someone deliberately slandering me?"

At this moment, perhaps because Klein's voice of defense was still too clear, a familiar voice suddenly came from the stairs.

Monocle adjusted his hat, bowed to Dwayne Dantès and said:

"Sir, what I said was not just a rumor. It is well known that the wealthy people in Backlund would do some charity work. In my opinion, this is a manifestation of their willingness to share their wealth. However, Mr. Ron I am talking about is different. He will not even participate in the church's charity fund."

"Not to mention that Mysterious Ron's personal life is extremely extravagant, and he even rinses his mouth with Ormier wine. Most importantly, Ms. Alia, who represents his business, also chose to refuse and was unwilling to show any praiseworthy behavior in St. Samuel's Church."

"Moreover, this lady is not a simple person. She secretly gathered gangsters and tried to control all the street girls in Rune and make them her spies. In order to stabilize this situation, she also provided corresponding welfare benefits."

"This has resulted in many streetwalkers being unable to escape this profession for their entire lives, and being squeezed dry by them."

"Everyone has a different future, but they ruined the fate that should have belonged to street girls with their own hands."

Amon spread his hands innocently, revealing an honest smile, and a ray of white light flashed on the crystal monocle.

“He” looked at Klein sincerely, and finally added:
"Believe me, sir. What I say couldn't be more true. There is absolutely no falsehood at all!"

"Moreover, the mysterious Ron always sends assassins to kill me. He would rather kill me, the one who raised the problem, than solve the problem."

"You can go and have a look. I just hope you don't get fooled."

Hearing Amon say this, Klein was a little shaken. Although he was no problem for Zhou Mingrui to blast five people with one keyboard, he was still a little immature when facing Amon who was so good at deceiving people.

Although he didn't want to taunt Ron behind his back, but.
'But it is not ruled out that these were done by Ron's men. Maybe the kid was deceived?'

"Amon, you are awesome!"

"How many years has it been since anyone dared to tease me behind my back like this? Huh!?"

"In just a few months, you have ruined my reputation to such an extent. You deserve to die!!!"

In the magnificent hall, Ron grabbed Amon's long black curly hair and pressed the angel's head to the floor again and again.

Boom boom boom!
Huge cracks covered the entire living room, and the crisp banging sounds made the ancient sun god next to him shake his head.

At this time, Amon was still stubborn:
"Okay, your true colors are revealed, right? You have no conscience. I just raised a question, and you beat me like this. And you still say you have nothing to hide!?"

My grass?

The blond boy was stunned by these words. Ron pointed a finger at Amon, but his eyes were looking at the ancient sun god who was about to sneak away.

"How did you teach him!?"

It's only been a short time, but he's almost as good at confusing right and wrong as me.

Adam's expression did not change. He sighed and shook his head.

"Do I need to be taught this?"

"The child has grown up, I can't take care of him at all, and he has been stubborn since he was young, I can't control him."

The ancient sun god spoke as he quickly entered the spirit world, it seemed like he didn't want to deal with these trivial matters at all.

After all, according to what He thought, a god of Ron's level should have long since gotten rid of such vulgar interests.

The handsome young man pursed his lips, stood up, released the clone in his hand, and then kicked it down. This kick seemed to lock the space and logic, making it impossible for the Time Angel under his feet to dodge or defend. It was instantly shattered into fragments emitting little glow, and finally turned into a crystalline object.

"You deserve to die!"

Master Ron gritted his teeth and said this harshly, then he looked around and found that he was the only one in this huge villa.

No one knew where Medici had gone, but according to Ron's observation, he was most likely going to form a legion and cause trouble for the witches.

The same is true for Will Auceptin. He has a lot of affairs in the School of Life waiting for him as the president to deal with. He finally escaped from Ouroboros' pursuit, so he naturally had to make clever use of the gift from fate.

"Busy, everyone is busy!"

With a thud, the boy's body collapsed on the soft back of the sofa. His lonely temperament was self-evident, giving people the illusion of an empty-nest elderly.

After letting his thoughts wander for a while, Ron suddenly straightened his back. He waved his hand gently, and a brilliant and magnificent starry sky appeared before his eyes.

The light spots all around seemed endless, some of them swelled up, some dimmed, some came with bursts of praise and singing, and some came with confession and crying.

A prayer spot was selected, and "One from All" issued an oracle.

"Aliya, come back to see me!"

After sending out an oracle, Ron called out his messenger and said:

"Go to the kingdom of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and tell Him that the Ancient Sun God has been resurrected. Tell Him that I can save His life. The price is the uniqueness of the Red Priest!"

"Yes, great master!"

Adam is the one who did all the bad things, but our Master Ron wants to be the positive character.

After all, the ancient sun god had a grudge against the three gods, which was essentially a "debt" owed by the three gods. It was only natural for the creditor to come to collect the debt, and even the three gods could not say anything.

As for Ron, who helped the ancient sun god to take revenge, he would naturally receive a great favor from the ancient sun god. If he came forward to protect Herabergen who had lost his uniqueness, he would not only be grateful to the other party, but also obtain the uniqueness of the red sacrifice which is very important at this stage.

Win, win hard!

"In this way, the uniqueness of being the 'first' and the characteristics of the 'singularity of all things' will be solved for me. As for Anchor Roselle, he is currently preparing for missionary matters in Intis, and the progress is not bad. Loen can be handed over to me, as for Feysac and Feynaport."

"Leave it to Medici. He will look for other characteristics of the witch and hunter paths there."

Raise the soldiers for a day and use them for a moment. The young man once again selected a scarlet prayer light spot and sent out an oracle about missionary work.

As for whether Medici would agree or not.
"Humph, if you don't agree, I will cut off his living expenses. I'll see how he can support his army!"

Being rich is so capricious!
After distributing all his forces, Ron looked at the thief's characteristics on the table that were constantly emitting radiance with a headache.

As for Amon, the blond boy has not yet decided where to place Him.

"Forget it, let's just leave it at that. At least the current situation is much easier than I thought. Although I've been rumored to be a bad guy, Backlund's conflicts have increased instead of decreased. This has both advantages and disadvantages."

Ron tapped his fingers lightly on the solid wood coffee table with gold edges and nodded thoughtfully. After confirming that everything was fine, he leaned back on the sofa with peace of mind and returned to his idle state.

The night breeze blew slowly in from the open window, and the cool, fresh air made Ron feel much better.

At this moment, the full-length mirror in the living room suddenly bloomed like water waves, and a white-haired witch rolled out from inside.

The white-haired witch rolled all the way from the mirror to Ron's feet, causing the boy's eyes to twitch slightly.

Ron, I've never felt so tired in my life.

"Great Master, your believer, Arya Rand pays you the highest respect and greetings. Praise you, my great master, praise you, the ruler of all things!"

Hearing this, Ron's depression suddenly eased a lot.

It's rare to find a subordinate who is so good at flattering.

"Okay, stop flattering me."

Hearing Ron's words, Arya, with her slightly curly white hair, raised eyebrows, and eyes as blue as a lake, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

When she first received the oracle, she was scared, fearing that she had done something wrong and would be held accountable by her master.

"Do your will."

She nodded in obedience but remained on her knees, giving Ron a respect he had never experienced before.

Look at people!

There is no harm without comparison.

It was not until this moment that Ron realized how great his identity as a god was.

"I'm so tired of those idiots, they either mock me or touch me and show me no respect, they're not even a hair on Alia's head"

When he thought of this, the young man liked the white-haired witch in front of him even more.

However, due to what the other party had done to him, Ron still did not show a good face. He deliberately hesitated for a while and asked in a neutral tone:
"I remember I didn't assign you a position when I left. Why are you managing all my businesses now?"

Ron knew the answer to this question. It was simply that he didn't care about the matter, and he was unwilling to take care of these weirdos at home, so in the end the blame fell on this witch.

"Well, it is my duty to help my master share his worries!"

The witch kneeling on the ground replied very loyally.

Ron curled his lips, skipped the topic, and asked:
"Who came up with Mysterious Ron's evil plan?"

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When Arya heard this question, she froze for 0.5 seconds, then lunged forward and hugged Ron's legs.

"Master, this is none of my business. That bastard Amon made it up. I didn't use your property to do anything bad. I have turned over a new leaf and done a lot of good things."

"I also took charge of all the gangs in Backlund, made them regular, and gave them money regularly to get them to do things for us.
And I am also working hard to improve the lives of the lower classes of society. For example, I will let the gangs protect the streetwalkers to prevent them from defaulting on their debts, and I will even give them some subsidies out of pity."

"Moreover, I will also allocate a sum of money regularly, which will be sent from your Glorious Church or directly to those in need in your name."

"Also, I built a number of poorhouses in your name."

"All I do is to spread your faith, Master!"

I am loyal!!!

Hearing these explanations, Ron almost fainted.

What a loyal person!
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Ron was silent for a few seconds, and was amused by the loyal witch.

"Aliya, sometimes I don't know whether you are stupid or naive. How do you come up with these bad ideas?"

"You want to spread my faith among the grassroots people by giving them money? Are you sick?!"

“Today that group of people took my money and praised my name, but tomorrow they will turn their backs on me and praise other gods because of a piece of bread from another church!”

"Today you build a poorhouse, and tomorrow people who don't get help will complain about my injustice and ruin my reputation."

"If you raise the wages of streetwalkers today, more people will flock to this industry tomorrow. Backlund has never lacked poor people!"

"Today you lead the gang and fight against illegal crimes, but tomorrow you will be betrayed because the guys behind the gang are waiting for you to reveal your flaws!"

"Tell me, did you do this on purpose or by accident?"

How could a great man like Ron Sothoth, who was all-knowing and all-seeing with infinite wisdom, have such stupid subordinates who were laughable?
Seeing the witch's face gradually turn pale, Ron rolled his eyes and asked in a hopeless tone:
"Tell me, how much have my businesses lost in the past few months?"

Alia immediately became excited when she heard this, and said as if to take credit:

"Master, I have handed these businesses over to professionals to take care of. Don't worry, I will ensure that everyone is absolutely clean. Not only did your business not suffer any losses, but it also made a lot of money."

Hearing this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"You are a bit self-aware. Tell me, how do you make a profit with such a large expenditure?"

"Master, just don't pay the tax. If I don't pay, how dare the Loen royal family resist you?"

Damn you!
You better find a better reason!
Hearing this, Ron was stunned. He had nothing to say about Arya's behavior, but he had a lot of opinions about the way she did things.

As the god protecting the southern continent, this amount of tax is understandable. Ron thought that it was just a token of his appreciation and not something that would make things so ugly.

As a result, this guy took the easy way out and just robbed it!

You are shameless, but I still want shame!

You bastard, why are you putting me in an unjust situation?

(End of this chapter)