Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 553: Pretend to be cool and I'll let you fly 6K
The Queen.

Inside a luxuriously decorated mansion.

A thin middle-aged man with short, stiff hair and a very tough vibe was sitting on the sofa.

He took a puff of the cigar in his hand without any scruples, puffing out smoke for a while as if enjoying it, and said:

"Count, this is the king's order. You and I cannot interfere. As staunch supporters of Augustus, you should know that neither you nor I have the right to refuse."

The man opposite him, called the Count, looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with black hair mixed with a little white, a long face and droopy mouth corners.

The Earl's face had turned red at this time, his eyebrows seemed to be twisted into a line, and he asked anxiously:

"The World Peace Company that has emerged in recent months can't even pay its taxes. Is the royal family going to protect them?"

"Moreover, the royal family does not seem to have the right to interfere with the nobles' property. At this point, do you still think you can reconcile?!"

"Are you guys kidding me at this point!?"

The Earl, who was in his fifties or sixties, seemed to be very angry, so much so that the ups and downs in his business over the years could not force him to calm down.

They've already attacked me at my doorstep, and even mocked me right up close, and you tell me that I can only endure it and try to win them over?

What the hell is this logic! ?

Ace Adoration?

Frankly speaking, this generation of Count Bernard is a little confused.

Has the royal family of the Kingdom of Loen become so weak?
The tough guy Qonas Kilger thought about it and said with a headache:
"Count, the royal family has no plans in this regard. It's just that we all need time to leave enough room for buffering each other."

"You may not understand that the belief in the God of Time and Space has been tacitly resisted by the three major churches, and the royal family does not want the other party to go any further in this regard."

"Three churches, both logically and structurally, have considerable stability, whereas four churches will inevitably form cliques."

"There is a real god behind World Peace Corporation, so we can only smooth over the relationship elsewhere."

Having said this, the Sequence 4 Fallen Count tapped the table with his fingers, emitting an indescribable aura of majesty.

"This is essentially a war of faith without the smoke of gunpowder. Although you can't see it, it does exist."

"What should we do? We can't give in endlessly. Can't the three major churches deal with the newly emerging sect?"

"If I were the royal family, I would definitely close down the World Peace Company when they engage in smuggling, tax resistance, and monopoly, instead of letting others take advantage of me!"

The Earl roared so angrily that visible spit flew into the air.

"..."

Damn it, Storm's followers are always like this, always trying to solve problems with force. Sooner or later, you will fall into this trap!

Qiunas Kilger's teeth were almost broken, and he felt like he was having a heart attack. All his previous persuasion was in vain.

"No, sir. Easing relations does not necessarily mean giving in or being submissive without a bottom line. The royal family has granted so many conveniences, so they must have the intention of winning over."

"And if we fail to win them over, we will definitely take corresponding tough measures. This is Loen, and no one dares to disobey the laws of Augustus here!"

"That is all I have to say, Count. The King is still waiting for my report."

"Sorry for not sending you far!"

It was not until the back of Qonas Kilger disappeared from the living room that Count Bernard's gloomy expression eased a lot.

He tapped the glass coffee table with his fingers, narrowed his slightly cloudy eyes, and murmured like a cunning fox with gray hair:

“Anyone can say nice things.”

"It seems that the royal family is not as gentle as I thought. Qiunas' acting is really bad. On the surface, he is trying to persuade me, but in fact, he is fanning the flames. No, he should be eager to separate me from the royal family."

Bernard Valentino was very familiar with this kind of behavior. Similar tactics were not uncommon in the fierce business war.

Send out an obedient "mad dog" to bite the enemy, and the owner can clean up the mess afterwards, and if necessary, abandon the "mad dog" to express his friendliness.

In this case, the "mad dog" generally has only three endings.

The first is to fall into a disadvantage in the confrontation and be abandoned by the master behind the scenes.

The second is that both sides suffer losses and the owner behind the scenes takes advantage of them.

The third option is to defeat the opponent, get the reward, and continue to be a "mad dog" that can bite people at any time.

"That brainless guy actually threatened me. He seemed to be analyzing the situation, but in fact he was telling me the fate of the three major churches. He was warning me that I had no way out."

‘Damn it! ’

This is undoubtedly an exploitation of the rules. In this game full of unspoken rules, only the winner can reap the greatest benefits.

As he thought about it, Count Bernard's face darkened. He angrily picked up the wine glass on the table, which was valuable enough to make a poor man's heart tremble, and smashed it hard on the floor. He ignored the pale faces of the butler and servants and roared angrily:

"Rules, rules, the other party doesn't care about your tricks at all!"

"It's ridiculous. What about the three major churches? What about the Augustus family? They still ignore us. Do you think we are easy prey? Do you think everyone will play this boring game according to the rules you set?"

"He doesn't care at all!"

The living room was silent. Bernard roared for a while and then quickly regained his composure. He took a deep breath and said calmly:
"Today's dinner, invite the archbishops of the three major churches. If they are sick or don't have time, invite other priests."

"Also, we need to invite a prince at random. Let's say that my daughter, Bernard Yvre, is about to get married. If the young people can get along well, I, an old man, will be happy to support them."

Bernard Valentino did not continue speaking at this point. The full support of a count with a long tradition was a temptation that any prince who was qualified to inherit the throne could not refuse.

"By the way, has Earl Hall agreed? It would be best if we could reach a marriage at this banquet. His youngest daughter is about the same age as my youngest son."

"Although they will definitely regret it later, at this juncture, they will definitely not dare to break up with me and can only support me with a pinch of their nose."

"Also, don't forget those councillors and other nobles, especially those great nobles who hold the power of speech."

Dragging everyone into the water is the smartest way nowadays.

At this time, the butler who heard the master's order came forward and asked in confusion:
"Count, those nobles never put all their eggs in one basket. Will they easily unite with us?"

Hearing this, Bernard glanced at the housekeeper who was a distant relative of the family and chuckled:

"Qunas is right. This is a war of faith without the smoke of gunpowder. However, you overlooked one point. In Loen, other nobles do not have as long a heritage as the Bernard family."

"They only follow their own interests. They know nothing about the mysterious world and cannot see the essence behind it. They don't know who caused their death or why they were born. In this game of gods, as long as there is interest, they will take sides."

At this point, the Earl even made a playful joke:
"It's impossible for the 'God of Time and Space' to come down and slap me personally, right?"

Sunday night.

The breeze is blowing gently and the red moon is hanging high in the sky.

Ron was still dressed the same way, not in a fancy suit. He was just wearing a white shirt, a black vest, black trousers, leather shoes, and a windbreaker.

For a high-end banquet, such a simple dress is indeed shabby.

However, Klein did not think so. In his words a few hours ago,
"Ron, according to the routine of online novels, you are here to show off and get slapped in the face at this banquet. If you are not dressed poorly, how can anyone jump out and let you slap them in the face?"

The boy thought it made sense at the time, so he forced Klein, who had made the slanderous remarks,

Let him wear clothes similar to yours.

The joys and sorrows of people are not the same.

Ron is like a clothes rack. No matter what he wears, he looks very elegant, even to the point of being so handsome that he has no friends.

After Klein put on this set of clothes, he seemed to be back to his old ways, and looked like a private detective no matter how you looked at him.

After getting off the carriage, Klein walked alone towards the luxurious mansion in Queens, close to the Sodrak Palace, without the audacity to ask the servants to follow him.

"What are you looking at? These are all branded goods!"

Feeling the burning gazes around him, Mr. Fool couldn’t help but regret why he was so rude and came up with such a bad idea.

He admitted that he wanted to see Ron, that bastard, make a fool of himself, but now he seemed to have returned to Sequence Eight.

As he walked, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw a golden ball that was only 1.69 meters tall.

Klein walked over quickly and patted the golden ball on the shoulder.

"I thought you would be the last one to arrive. As Leonard said, the highlight of the protagonist of the era always comes at the end!"

Feeling the rough and powerful palm on his shoulder, Ron Sothoth muttered without even turning his head:
"Yes, so you, an insignificant supporting character, were the first to die in Tingen."

With just one sentence, Klein instantly lost interest in speaking.

The old man with gray hair and a mature appearance pulled the corner of his mouth. He said nothing more and walked all the way with Ron to the door of the villa.

The young man did not delay and handed over the invitation to "Greg Textile Factory" in his hand, then calmly walked across the door to greet the guest butler.

However, Ron did not go any further. Instead, he stopped and looked at Klein behind him with interest.

"It's easy. It seems the owner here doesn't judge people by appearance."

Klein's eyes lit up, and he followed closely. "Sorry, sir, this is a private dinner, private detectives are not allowed in."

The assistant butler who was standing at the door to greet the guests spoke gently, giving enough face to the private detective who had mistakenly walked in here.

But the contempt in his eyes could not be wiped away, as if he was saying, how dare you, a poor guy dressed like this, come in?
Looking at the butler assistant who perfectly played the role of the villain, Klein's entire body froze in place.

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There are three kinds of death for human beings: the first is physical death, the second is spiritual death, and the third is social death.

In an instant, Klein seemed to feel that the eyes of everyone around him were focused on him. Those burning gazes were as if he was thrown into a frying pan and fried.

Fortunately, the great Mr. Fool is not thick-skinned in other aspects, but his face is stronger than a city wall.

He snorted coldly, took out the invitation with a thick face, and then said in a calm but sarcastic tone:
"I didn't expect that people here would judge people by appearance. It seems that small businessmen like us are not worthy of being guests in the Earl's mansion."

Damn it, they were wearing the same clothes, why did you let him in?
Klein complained in his heart, and then pointed at Ron who was watching the fun, to prove that he was not here to cause trouble because he was poorly dressed, but that he had unique taste and made an appointment with his friends.

It was impossible to pretend to be cool, because Dwayne Dantès didn't know any important people at all. Now he could only drag Ron into the water to prove that the butler looked down on people!
But then, Ron turned his head away in a very uncooperative manner, looking like a spectator. Klein felt tired again.

'You little brat, why are you being so arrogant!? Maybe I shouldn't wear the same clothes as him, maybe it will be easier for me to make the next plan?'

Klein complained silently in his heart, but he also did not forget what Ron had told him.

Fortunately, this little episode didn’t take up too much time. After Klein took out the invitation, all misunderstandings were resolved. Amid the apologies from the butler and the butler’s assistant, he quickly entered the luxurious villa.

White-painted walls, bright and clean floor-to-ceiling windows, brilliant and warm gas wall lamps, and a beautifully decorated hall where guests and waiters come and go.

"Although it can't compare to Ron's house in terms of art and design, it's big enough and has enough artworks. It's worthy of being an ancient noble family. How much will this meal cost?"

Looking at the bottles of expensive wine and rare dishes, Klein quickly estimated a number in his mind.

"More than 5000 pounds, less than 8000 pounds, what a luxury"

He sighed silently in his heart, and at the same time looked around, looking for Ron.

The plan of the two was simple, that is, Ron would cause trouble and he would act as the supporting actor, thereby dividing the upper and lower classes of society.

The rich people with an annual income of several million pounds, the rich people with an annual income of hundreds of thousands of pounds, or the rich people with an annual income of tens of thousands of pounds are not on the same level at all.

After all, anyone can guess the real reason why a top noble convened this party. It was nothing more than to boycott the "World Peace Company" and impose strict restrictions on sales channels and raw material channels.

This is a completely lose-lose approach. The top wealthy people with an annual income of several million pounds may not care, but those with an annual income of hundreds of thousands or tens of thousands of pounds may not care.

In other words, the behemoth "World Peace Company" holds the lifeblood of many people in its hands.

Klein originally didn't want to get involved, for no other reason than that it would be embarrassing.

And based on his experience, he felt that there was a high probability that he would not end up well if he was with Ron.

However, the mysterious rich man from Disi Bay with a conscience chose this very mild option among the two options offered by the boy.

After all, the plan to summon meteorites during the gathering to wipe out most of the upper class of the Kingdom of Loen and the royal family's Sodrak Palace was too crazy. Klein sternly and firmly rejected Ron's madness and severely criticized him.

Before we knew it, Mr. Fool had saved the world again!
"Oh, she is so beautiful, she is like the most beautiful flower in summer, blooming in the bright sunshine, giving people peace, fragrance, and calmness. I feel like I am falling for her."

"Why didn't I realize she was so beautiful before?"

His eyes followed the blonde and blue-eyed noble lady in the distance, and Bernard Stephen felt his breathing unconsciously become a little heavier.

"Master, that is the youngest daughter of the Hall family. The master said that you can approach her appropriately and try to facilitate a marriage between the two families."

"Also, the master said this is very important. You must do this even if you don't want to. This is for the common interests of the Bernard family."

Count Bernard's personal servant was interrupted by Bernard Stephen before he could finish his words.

He made an exaggerated gesture, but his eyes were still closely following Audrey in the distance.

"No, why wouldn't I want to? She's so beautiful that it makes me feel a little inferior."

"You mean, my father intends for me to marry her?"

The Earl's personal servant frowned slightly, and finally corrected:

"It's a marriage with the Hall family."

Stephen was choked, but he didn't care. He just nodded and said:

"Okay, I understand. Tell my dear Count Bernard, and I will succeed."

As soon as he finished speaking, he tidied himself up, put on a gentle and polite smile, and walked down to the second floor.

The earl's youngest son chased after the noble girl, calculating her direction in his mind, and finally stopped at a dessert area filled with small cakes.

As a member of an ancient family, he was born to be an extraordinary person on the path of arbitrator. Summarizing, sorting out and generalizing had almost become his instinct.

'I must have a perfect encounter with her! '

As his mind raced, the figure of the noble girl appeared before his eyes.

Audrey's blonde hair was tied up in a bun. She wore a corseted long dress with ruffled cuffs and embellished with diamonds. She also wore gemstone jewelry on her neck and earlobes. Although it was not eye-catching, it showed the wearer's noble status.

The emerald green eyes are as deep as the sea and as bright as the starry sky. When her eyes look over, her pure and beautiful face is filled with indescribable surprise.

She looked at me, she had me in her heart!

"Is this love at first sight?"

Bernard Stephen muttered softly, and immediately stood straight with a more modest smile on his face. When the noble lady arrived, he greeted her gently:
"Beautiful lady"

"Mr. Ron, why didn't you tell me you were here?"

However, Audrey's eyes passed over him perfectly, as if he was an insignificant decoration, being completely ignored.

?

Count Bernard's youngest son turned his head stiffly and saw the girl he had been thinking about come to the boy who was almost as tall as her, staring at him without blinking, with the same look in his eyes when he chased her just now.

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At this moment, it seemed as if something fragile was broken.

"No, Stephen, calm down. Maybe they are just friends. Maybe it's just pure friendship?"

Bernard Stephen still refused to give up. He turned his head stiffly and looked at the boy and girl in front of him as if examining them.

Just as he was about to say something, the handsome young man glanced at him with his golden eyes, and then said in a coquettish voice:
"Audrey, I'm always here. Do you want to try this? I remember you loved carrot cake."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, he took a big bite of the cake, and pushed the remaining half into the noble girl's mouth.

Since when did I start liking carrot cake?

The extremely beautiful noble lady was stunned for a moment, looking at the cake that was close to her mouth and Mr. Ron, who was more handsome than herself, with a slightly red face.
She hesitated for a while and found that no one was looking at her, so she stuffed the cake that the boy had bitten once into her mouth.

No! ! ! ! !
Faintly, a heart-wrenching cry seemed to come from the ocean of collective subconsciousness.

Ron curled his lips, ignored the girl's struggle, grabbed Audrey's hand, interlocked their fingers, and finally walked forward with a swagger.

When he walked to Bernard Stephen, the boy pretended to sneeze and spat, muttering softly:

"Bah, the man with the lower head!"

I want you to die!!!
Bernard Stephen had never experienced anything like this since he was a child. He couldn't even beat the "pillar" and was instantly furious. His legs and feet became weak, his eyes went dark, and he almost vomited blood.

His mouth opened wide, like a soulless puppet, staring blankly at the boy and girl walking away.

"Mr. Ron, you are so mean. That's Count Bernard's youngest son. If anything goes wrong, there will be trouble!"

After walking about ten meters, Audrey suddenly lowered her head, her face slightly flushed as she quietly condemned.

"How dare you, a white-faced black man, say that to me?"

Ron curled his lips in disdain when he heard this:

"Yes, yes, I'm bad. It's all my fault. Don't forget that you ate that piece of cake, and you were the one who asked me to do it first."

"That guy's eyes are almost glued to you. I don't believe you didn't feel anything. And you should be happy that I didn't dig his eyes out."

"You don't respect the angels of the gods, but you have to make them into living sacrifices!"

"Who is your angel?"

Audrey heard Ron's explanation and angrily hit the scumbag who was running around everywhere. She took a deep breath and was about to say something else when she heard a voice that made her back feel cold.

"Audrey, this is your friend? Why don't you introduce him to your dear father?"

The noble girl's body froze in an instant. She quickly shook off Ron's hand and looked at Earl Hall and the Countess beside her with a red face.

"Dad, Mom, why are you here!?"

It’s over, my parents caught me in a premature love affair!!!

(End of this chapter)