Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 555: Husband and Wife Follow 6 in K
In Backlund, in this big city, the methods Ron used were not new at all.

He originally wanted Klein to cooperate with him by carrying out this conspiracy and achieve a win-win cooperation between the two parties, which would benefit both of them.

Ron pretended to be the whistleblower, while Dwayne Dantes pretended to be the revenge protagonist who was destroyed by someone and returned to Backlund.

Frankly speaking, this doesn't do him any harm.

Put the hat on the head of the earl who was obviously used as a pawn,

Ron can take this opportunity to break up the other wealthy people who are trying to unite.

As for Klein, he could take advantage of his control over the situation behind the scenes to quickly digest the magic potion of the Puppet Master.

But unfortunately, Klein was not willing to do so.

On the one hand, his conscience was against it, and on the other hand, he felt that Ron's conditions were too harsh.

Acting out the death of the entire family and crying bitterly on the spot, isn't this just embarrassing?

Not to mention whether he can perform it, even if he can, he won't do it.

He knew the little brat's nature very well. It was full of evil taste. If he really fell into the trap, he would probably be laughed to death by the other party.

As Ron finished speaking, the dance party in the hall on the first floor seemed to come to a standstill.
Although the dance floor was full of people, it was completely silent at the moment.

The president of World Peace Company, how did he get in?
At this time, the stunned Count Bernard finally reacted, and he immediately hurriedly instructed the waiter beside him:
"Come here, get him out!"

At this moment, he no longer cared about the dignity and elegance of the nobility, and only wanted to minimize the impact of the accident as soon as possible.

However, just as he finished speaking, he saw Ron in front of him curling up a mocking smile.

The young man took two steps forward, raised his chin arrogantly, clapped his hands elegantly in front of everyone, and said in a sarcastic tone:
"Alas, Count, I am so sorry that our first meeting should be under such awkward circumstances."

"My men are really grateful for your care, but malicious murder and belief in the devil are not trivial matters. As the agent of God's will, I have reason to imprison you."

"Of course, the most important thing is to clear your name and give everyone justice!"

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shameless! ! !
Count Bernard's back teeth creaked as he bit them, and the boy's nonsense choked him to the point of giving him a heart attack.

As a powerful earl, he had met many people with strange personalities, but Ron in front of him was the first guy who made him feel so uncomfortable.

Such an arrogant face and condescending attitude, as if he didn't even take him seriously.

This feeling of being completely ignored, this silent ridicule, made the Earl's heart unconsciously ignite a raging fire.

There was anger in his eyes. He looked at Ron in front of him and sneered:
"I know you, Ron Sothoth. Baron Sindras fell into your hands."

"You came to Backlund last year and you don't have a corresponding title. You are just a businessman. You have no right to accuse a noble in this situation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took two steps forward and said loudly in front of everyone:

"I know young people are eager for quick success and quick gain, and they like to take shortcuts and use dishonorable means, but I can still forgive them!"

"Mr. Sotos, please put an end to this farce and stop causing trouble for everyone with your business matters."

"And I remember that I didn't seem to invite you. I don't welcome uninvited guests!"

The Earl was worthy of being the Earl. His years of knowledge and experience enabled him to understand the current situation and respond in a short period of time.

With just a few words, he took control of the discourse and the rhythm of the conversation at the entire banquet.

At this moment, as if cooperating with him, a sharp male voice came from the hall on the first floor.

"The bishops of the three major churches, the inspector of Sivellas Field, and even Prince Covington are all here. If the earl really has what you said, I'm afraid it's not your turn to investigate."

"That's not what a gentleman would do!"

The real sound from the crowd seemed to have caused some kind of chemical reaction, and the dance floor seemed to be in an uproar.

"Get out! You are not welcome here!"

"Get out!"

"You're not invited here, get out!"

The sounds of cursing and shouting soon filled the entire hall. Even the parliamentarians, nobles, and businessmen who originally did not want to get involved in this matter were affected. Only the bishops of the three major churches and the invited prince remained restrained.

Seeing this scene, the Earl stared at Ron with his cloudy blue eyes. Although he didn't understand why someone would agree with him, he couldn't hide the mockery in his eyes.

In his opinion, Ron was still too young and the methods he used were just so-so.

"I stopped using such crude methods when I was eighteen. Even if he really came of age, he was only eighteen or nineteen years old. Whether it was guiding public opinion or understanding people's hearts, he was far inferior to me."

At this moment, Bernard Valentino felt that the so-called World Peace Company was just so-so. It looked powerful but was actually vulnerable.

Ron's golden eyes swept downwards and saw Klein loyally fanning the flames.

At this time, he had changed his appearance, and he didn't know what method he used to let his secret puppet sneak in. It was dressed decently and was waving flags and shouting to denounce him.

The boy could tell that at least 50% of Klein's acting was sincere and he just wanted to see him embarrassed.

Although he had already planned to be a troublemaker in the crowd, facing this situation, the corners of the boy's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

"Humans are so boring. Is all they can do?"

As the thought flashed through his mind, the blond boy raised his chin slightly, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he ignored the commotion of the crowd.

Most human beings’ philosophy of doing things is cooperation, and they prefer to trade benefits rather than seize them by force.

However, in Ron's eyes, this behavior was too compromising for him.

A god who is high above everything else turns around and nods and bows to these businessmen, nobles, parliamentarians, and high officials to establish a common economic entity.
This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!
No matter how low-key Ron Sothoth was, he would never do such a thing. Even Amon only started to cooperate with him after he made the other party his own.

"Rules, rules, rules."

"I am the rule!"

The will of the gods is not difficult to understand, it can even be said to be simple and easy to understand. However, for most people, it is simply a pipe dream to expect the gods to unconditionally support them with just a few words from them.

This is not a question of trust or not, but a conflict between two concepts.

To use Klein's analogy, it is like you spend a few dollars to buy some incense, light a few sticks for the Buddha, and then the Buddha will bless you to become a millionaire.

Therefore, with such a huge generation gap, Ron felt it necessary to use facts to break down and boil the words "I am the rules" and feed them to everyone personally.

For example, now!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The crisp sound of palms clapping was particularly harsh amid the buzzing sound, and the crisp sound seemed to penetrate people's hearts.

The blond boy's golden eyes swept downwards and found that Klein was indeed gone.

"Everyone, is that enough?"

Ron's voice was cold and crisp, and he looked at everyone in the audience one by one. His eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, making people who saw him unconsciously feel a suffocating majesty.

The aura released by the gods was so oppressive that everyone couldn't even raise their heads.

This aura was as if real. The boy just stood there, and everyone felt as if they were standing inside a solemn and magnificent church. They didn't dare to speak loudly at all.

"Do you plead guilty?" the young man asked calmly.

Count Bernard seemed to sense something was wrong at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said:

"I don't know what you're talking about!? If you don't leave I'm calling the police!"

"You are still stubborn even when you are about to die. Come, arrest our earl!"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, several burly men suddenly jumped out from among the mixed guests and the garden of the luxurious villa.

As the direct descendants of the "Rose School" in the southern continent, these "zombies", "madmen", and "vengeful spirits" are extremely fast.

Under the pressure of the gods, all the extraordinary people around Bernard were unable to move, and the count himself was even more unbearable. In just a few breaths, they were all kicked to the ground and pressed to the ground as if they were insulted.

"Huh, that's it?"

The blond boy habitually taunted, and then faced the crowd who were obviously agitated but did not dare to speak loudly under his power, and said loudly:

"Everyone, you should feel honored, proud and proud at this moment. If I were you, I would open a separate page for myself in the family tree."

"You should be thankful that I have the time to come and talk nonsense with you."

"Let me first state that I am not here to inquire about crimes or report crimes, but to inform and arrest people."

As soon as Ron finished speaking, a middle-aged man with gray hair and a very manly appearance jumped out from the crowd and asked in confusion:
"Notify and arrest? I don't know what you mean. If Count Bernard is really guilty, he should be tried by the Storm Church, the Royal Court, or Severus."

Looking at Dwayne Dantès who jumped out from the corner, Ron twitched his lips, but still maintained a condescending attitude and responded:

"Yes, the gentleman is right. Generally speaking, this is the case."

"But since I'm here today, I'm not going to inform everyone of the common sense that has already been imprinted in their minds. No, maybe some of the people present don't know."

"But I'm too lazy to explain such trivial matters to you. When you have time, you can ask your friends around you. They are all well-known figures in Backlund. I don't need to elaborate on the special nature of the church."

Having said this, Ron paused, feeling everyone's eyes on him, and continued leisurely:
"However, the Count seems to have misunderstood one thing just now. That is, I am not using dishonorable tricks in the business field. I am acting in accordance with justice and coming here to arrest the criminal."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, Klein immediately jumped out and said in disbelief:

"Sir, as far as I know, you do not belong to the three major churches, nor to the royal family, nor to the military. How can you have the right to arrest an earl?" "Excuse me, you are trampling on the laws of the kingdom by doing this!"

Hearing this, Count Bernard, who was held on the stage, looked at Dwayne Dantès with satisfaction. He did not expect that at this moment when no one dared to speak, there would be someone speaking for him.

"Hey! Sir, I am not a person who breaks the law knowingly. Although I don't know you, please don't slander me!"

When the words came to his lips, Ron Sotos immediately boasted about himself, and then he glanced at all the celebrities and politicians in Backlund and said frankly:

"I represent the Church of the God of Time and Space, and the World Peace Company is an industry of the Church of the God of Time and Space."

Before the boy finished speaking, Klein immediately controlled the secret puppet and shouted in shock:

“Could it be the newly appeared god in the southern continent? The true god who controls time!? The god that is recognized and accepted by the seven major churches!?”

"There is a church of this deity in Backlund!?"

The sound of the secret doll was particularly loud, attracting everyone's attention. In order to conceal his presence, Dwayne Dantès, who was hiding more than ten meters away from the secret doll, also looked over.

Under the gaze of so many spectators, Klein suddenly felt that a portion of the Puppet Master's potion in his body had been digested silently.

'Isn't this too much bullshit!? '

His expression was complicated for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

Compared to digesting the Joker potion next to Ron, this bit of intense attention was nothing.

"Yes, it is that kind and great god!"

Ron first praised himself, and then briefly explained:
"Perhaps you don't know, but there is indeed a church of the God of Time and Space in Backlund. When the church was first built, in order to respect this ancient god, his church always had equal power with the three major churches."

Hearing this, Dwayne Dantès immediately adjusted his thoughts and said with sudden enlightenment:

"I see. Does that mean that everything you are doing now is legal? Is it the authority that the church of that respected god should have?"

As soon as he said this, even though Klein had a skin as thick as a city wall, he still felt embarrassed.

In an instant, everyone on the first floor dance floor looked at Klein. The suspicious, fiery eyes almost made him unable to control the expression on his face.

"No, I'm overacting a bit."

He took a deep breath, reacted instantly, looked around, and said openly:
"I have heard of this god more than once in the southern continent. Even in the tribes that believe in the god of death, there are still many people who secretly worship this god."

"The reason is that this god is fair and can govern the chaotic southern continent in an orderly manner, making the people prosperous and the society stable."

"I just came to Backlund not long ago, and I didn't expect that His Church also existed here. This is really incredible."

Good boy, I didn't expect that a poor guy like you could be so sweet-talking.

Klein's compliment, which went against his conscience, made Ron Sothoth very happy. Even the corners of his serious mouth could not help but slightly curl up.

He did not hesitate and said immediately:

"This gentleman is right. The God of Time and Space looks upon everyone equally, regardless of their identity or status. If anyone breaks the law, he will be judged justly."

As the blond boy spoke, he pointed at Count Bernard who was pinned to the ground and changed the subject:

"And for such a powerful guy, such a lunatic who disregards human life, kills innocent people indiscriminately, colludes with demons, and worships evil gods, the royal family and the Church of the Storm let him live for so many years?"

"Is there any more royal law?"

“Is there still a law?!”

When did I disregard human life, kill innocent people, collude with demons, and worship evil gods! ?

When he heard this, Count Bernard, who was confused by Ron, finally reacted and his face changed drastically.

He knew that if these charges were really put upon him and confirmed, no one would be able to save him.

Although the young man in front of him seemed to be preaching the teachings of the Church of the God of Time and Space, in essence it was a provocation and declaration of war against the royal family and the Church of Storms.

If the royal family does not take action, it will mean weakness; if they take action, then everything will be irreversible.

After realizing this, Bernard Valentino immediately shouted:

"You are slandering me, I didn't do anything at all"

Snapped!
The great "Time and Space Ruler" slapped him in the face and said in a pretentious manner:
"How can I wrong you!?"

Aren't you just wronging me?
Bernard was about to retort, but his mouth was tightly blocked and he couldn't make a sound.

After hearing what Ron said, the Bishop of the Storm Church who was invited to the banquet and Covington Augustus II, who were watching everything below, turned red with anger.

There are so many people here, can't you just talk in private?
At this time, Gwenton Augustus, who was standing in a corner of the crowd and surrounded by many nobles, spoke up:
"Sir, what you are doing now does not comply with the laws of Loen. You have not produced any relevant evidence at all."

As a prince with the greatest hope of inheriting the throne, his mind became extremely calm from the very beginning. When he saw Count Bernard's eyes almost popping out, he gritted his teeth and decided to stand up at this juncture.

With the support of an earl, there was no way he would just let it go.

Seeing the prince with a square face who obviously had the genes of the Augustus family, Ron asked knowingly:
"you are?"

"I am the descendant of the strong, the protector, Covington Augustus."

"Sir, I think your way of handling this matter is not very appropriate. Besides, Count Bernard is a nobleman after all. It is reasonable and proper for him to be handed over to the royal family."

Covington thought that there was nothing wrong with what he said, that his reasons were legitimate and reasonable, and that it could ease the tense atmosphere very well.

However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel.

Hearing his self-introduction, Ron curled his lips and said:

"Who was he? Turns out he's a descendant of a second-rate family from the Fourth Era."

The young man laughed and then threw down from the platform a file bag that looked very familiar to Earl Hall.

"Here, let's take a look."

Covington Augustus II was silent for two seconds. He inexplicably had a bad feeling, but he still picked up the cowhide bag and took out the information and photos inside.

But after just two glances, he felt everything in front of his eyes go dark and his legs inexplicably go weak.

Seeing this, Ron raised his eyebrows and said:

"Come here, distribute all these materials to everyone, one copy each, so that everyone can see how Augustus, who respects the law, does things."

"No, no! You are slandering us! These are all fake!"

The prince retorted in panic, but it was only a few seconds before his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

If these things were to get out, it would undoubtedly deal a huge blow to the prestige of the royal family.

By that time, Backlund would inevitably have internal strife, even though Covington was quite confident in the Augustus family.

Because the family has angels, demigods, and even level zero seals.

But when he saw Ron Sotos coming with such force, he lost his confidence.

Gods are insurmountable mountains, and power is the greatest voice in this world.

The blond boy saw this and said:

"Another stubborn guy. I don't want to reason with you. Tie him up and take him away later."

At this point, the theme of the ball had completely changed, from the original business union to an extremely abstract trial meeting.

Although this was not decent enough and was not a formal occasion for the trial of crimes, all the guests shut up when they opened the file lists distributed by Ron.

Even breathing seemed cautious.

Regardless of whether the occasion was appropriate or not, regardless of whether the on-site trial was decent or not, no one dared to speak easily, for fear of being spotted by the guy upholding justice on the second-floor terrace.

Apart from
"Isn't this too much!? Is all this true, Mr. Ron Sotos? "

Dwayne Dantès and his secret doll shouted angrily, their tone full of disbelief and grief.

He took a portion of the materials he had contributed and loudly criticized the various evils in the materials, which aroused a wave of guests' hatred of the enemy.

You're almost there, how come this is the first time you know about it?
The blond boy on the terrace rolled his eyes at him, then smiled warmly and clapped his hands gently.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The crisp sound resounded in everyone's heart again. Ron glanced around and said in a majestic tone:
"Everyone, I only have one request, and that is to not make mistakes."

"And I came to Backlund only to do three things: fairness, fairness, and damn fairness!"

"I will take care of what the royal family can't do, and I will do what the three major churches can't do. I know that there are many of you with 'secrets', I hope you don't get caught by me!"

"Under the watchful eyes of the gods, those who pick up the knife will stab it into their own hearts. Well, that's all I have to say."

A dramatic banquet ended here, heralding the arrival of a new era.

No one thought that Ron had gone too far, and no one was dissatisfied with him. The gods were insurmountable mountains. In this age where everyone had faith, no one dared to interfere with the will of the gods.

"Alas, things are going to change."

Count Hall looked at his little daughter and sighed tiredly, as if he had aged ten years.

(End of this chapter)