Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 564: The Faith of the Church in the Severe Involution

Put the steak covered with fat into the pan, then add a small can of butter and fry until both sides are golden brown.

The aroma of fat permeates the kitchen, so wonderful that every scent is just right.

Rosemary is dipped in butter and poured over the pan, the garlic has been fried until golden, and the pungent smell is mixed with the most essential meaty aroma, which makes people who smell it shed sad tears unconsciously.

Cook the steak until medium rare, over low heat, add salt and black pepper and fry again.

Until the soup is tightened and absorbed into the meat, the surface of the steak becomes like a mirror, reflecting a dazzling golden light.

It turned out to be... Golden Legend!!!
“You can cook!?” Klein exclaimed.

Ron looked at Klein with disdain and said, "What a fuss! I know everything. What can't I do?"

"I can make glowing dishes even when I cook. Can you guys do that?"

"You always say I'm picky and I don't care about cooking at all. Even Medici can't understand the essence of it."

It turns out that when you eat, you have to eat shiny dishes.
I really treated you badly in the past!!!
Ignoring Klein's surprise, Ron took off his apron, fed Klein the cooked steak, and returned to the soft sofa to drink Lelanzi from the bottle.

If you don’t want to come back, then don’t come back. Who can’t we live together with?
Klein was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he was here to report on his work.

Does this guy think I'm a beggar? Is that so insulting!?
After cutting off a small piece of steak and putting it in his mouth, the mysterious rich man from Dipsy immediately shed tears of emotion.

Really fragrant!

Only after he had finished eating all the steak did Klein come to where Ron was messing around and said seriously:
"Well, Ron, I followed what you said and secretly revealed that I was very wild in the southern continent."

"Moreover, I announced that someone would take over once the batch of arms arrived. Now many people can't wait and come to test me."

The blond boy raised his handsome eyebrows and immediately said teasingly:
"You're making rapid progress, Mr. Ke!"

What is Ke Taijun? He is all-knowing and all-powerful, but he can understand even these things?

Klein pursed his lips and continued:

"This is obvious. After all, the Loen royal family is not a gold pound. It is impossible for everyone to like it."

"I have written down the names of those people whose attitudes are inexplicable, both overtly and covertly. Take a look."

Ron took the note and saw six names he had never heard of on it.

"A lieutenant, a captain, a poor nobleman, and a superintendent of the Sivellas Field..."

"They are all small fry. They look like they were pushed to the front to test your hand. They are all cunning foxes."

Ron glanced at it and lost interest.

These speculators are all fence-sitters. They will change their stance at the slightest sign of trouble and have absolutely no moral principles.

Hearing this, Klein nodded slightly and said:
"I think so too, but there is one person who is very strange."

As he spoke, he handed over another note.

"He is Qonas Kilger, the Major General Deputy Director of MI9!"

At this point, Klein paused, sorted out his words, and said to Ron with a smile on his face:
"When I was investigating the Crazy Skeleton Pirates on the sea, I saw this guy on Sefirah Castle. He was involved in the royal family's slave trade and was absolutely loyal to the royal family."

"He thought I didn't know him and pretended to hate the royal family in front of me."

It's obviously not that easy to play tricks in front of Mr. Fool.

"I found out through some special channels, no, I divined that this guy is a demigod!"

After he finished speaking, Klein looked at Ron, as if to say:
I've caught a big fish for you, don't you think I'll show you some appreciation?

Frankly speaking, Klein is short of money and resources recently.

Becoming a demigod, collecting materials, and preparing rituals were more difficult than he had imagined.

In particular, the fortune teller's path to promotion to demigod was a grand drama planned in front of many spectators in order to kill a demigod.

Although it was said lightly, Klein, who was often abused by Ron, knew very well the value of a demigod.

"Even if I can hunt for the materials myself, I can't take the Deathstroke with me to kill the demigod, right?"

'Planning, helpers, and traps are all necessary.'

And this requires huge amounts of money and solid channels to buy what you need.

Although he was in debt, Ron had no intention of asking for it for a long time, so he got used to it over time.

"You can try to plot against him. You can definitely ask Roselle about the Black Emperor."

Ron nodded without thinking, and then said slowly:

"It seems that the Loen royal family did not try to resist, but was secretly doing something that even I didn't see."

Guessing it is one thing, seeing it is another.

Although Ron did not take the initiative to pursue the victory, it can be seen that the Loen royal family has begun to use coercion and inducement to win over those influential people in Backlund.

He tapped the coffee table in front of him with his fingers as if in deep thought. His soft, warm lips moved up and down as he spoke cold words that made Klein's back shudder.

"It's still not chaotic enough. It looks like we have to find a chance to get rid of George III, and we can't keep those princes either."

Having said this, the boy glanced at Klein, who was staring at him expressionlessly.

"Hmph, the guilty ones will be put to death, and the innocent ones will all be turned into women!"

Klein felt a chill in his anus. He had no doubt that Ron, who knew everything and had invincible power, had such ability.

"Executor, let the witch come, but she must be promoted to a demigod. Only in this way can we welcome the descent of the gods and expose the location of the original witch."

The death of George III was a good opportunity for internal division as the group was leaderless.

As he was thinking, Ron suddenly felt something was wrong. His golden eyes shook slightly, and then he looked at Klein fiercely.

Isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to carry out conspiracy and intrigue?
There are only three protagonists in this drama: Triss Chick, George III, and the Original Witch...

As long as Klein gets involved, plays a major role, and kills Triss or George III at the end of the play.

This is undoubtedly in line with the promotion ceremony of the "Weird Mage".

Although this is very dangerous, there is a difference between a Puppet Master and a Puppet Master.

Klein had the Source Castle and the Level 0 Seal in his hands, so this was not a difficult task for him.

"What kind of shitty luck did this bastard have? Or is there something wrong with the fate of him and Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun?"

"I am equal to Death Ghost, and to some extent, I am also equal to him... Tsk..."

"What are you mumbling about?"

Seeing that Ron fell silent after talking about castrating the princes, Klein poked the boy's shoulder.

Ron raised his chin, coughed lightly and said, "Nothing, come here and I'll tell you something."

"You do this, this... that, that..."

………………

In a cheap rental house in the East District.

"You are all going to die, you are all going to die!!!"

Hysterical curses echoed in the house.

The already dilapidated house was now even more in a mess. The wooden floor was smashed and pierced, and even the simple sofa seats were riddled with holes from the hard ice.

“Ah! No, no…”

Triss Chick half-knelt on the ground, howling like a wild beast.
Her body, hidden by the black cloak, was wriggling underneath.

The exposed face, forearms, and calves gradually turned dark blue, and then turned pale.

She gasped heavily and lay on the ground as if she had lost her strength. The ferocious expression on her face and her hair that kept wriggling and growing thicker made her look like a monster that had lost all rationality.

In the dark house, there was the sound of bones creaking and the low moans of pain that could not be concealed.

After a long time, the wailing gradually dissipated, and Triss, covered by her hood, climbed up from the ground again.

If you could keep your memory and have the chance to do it again, would Edessac Augustus still love you like this?
This question was like a sharp blade, so sharp that just thinking about it made Triss Chick's face grim and her heart so painful that she was close to losing control.

"I'll remember you. It doesn't matter whether he likes me or not. What I want to do now is to avenge him!"

What does it matter whether she likes it or not? She used to be a man anyway.

When Tris thought about falling in love with another man, and in a woman's way, he felt like vomiting.

However, Edshak Augustus seemed unable to get rid of it. It was a rather strange feeling, a mixture of pain and love, disgust and liking.

If a psychiatrist were to diagnose Triss, "schizophrenia" would probably be the most pertinent diagnosis.

The abstract approach of "witch" not only distorts the physiology, but also the psychology, which often leads to a certain result.

That means getting stuck in a dead end and eventually becoming an evil person with more or less mental problems.

After all, there is only one person as heartless as Arya. How can killing and arson be more joyful than being a lazy parasite?
At this moment, the mirror in Triss Chick's arms suddenly vibrated slightly. She shook her head and regained most of her consciousness, then took out the most popular mirror on the market from her body.

This is her hope for revenge, her only avenue to return to normalcy.

The strength of the Church of the God of Time and Space gave her hope of defeating George III.

"If I can get revenge, maybe I can calm down. Screw your revenge. I am a man, a man. Hehehe."

She screamed like crazy, then suddenly calmed down, and a big smile appeared on her face again.

[The church leaders agreed to meet with you at the Glorious Church]

This short line of ancient Hermes language was like a psychiatrist's treatment, instantly pulling Triss Chick back from the brink of losing control.

Wednesday, morning.

"Father Utravsky, do you have any good ideas?"

Emlyn White, wearing the robes of the Earth Mother Goddess, squatted at the entrance of Monroe's Harvest Church, staring at the Glorious Church across the street, which was only a hundred meters away.

There, people were standing next to each other and crowded together, waiting for the bread to be distributed. There was no chaos at all, but it was as quiet as a class.

Rows of uniformed security guards stood on both sides of the street to maintain order. If someone familiar came, someone would definitely recognize these armed security guards who were rampant in the East District some time ago.

Among them are people from the plateau, islands, or various races from other places.

The most essential interests of forming a gang are survival and making money. However, when there is another way to make money or another larger interest group comes in, many gangs will inevitably raise the white flag in order to make a living.

The gang leader transformed himself into a department head, and his subordinates transformed themselves into armed personnel to maintain order.

Make money, not shabby.

It would be better to legalize the industry and make more money under the banner of a company than to extort money from prostitutes and poor people and risk one's life to fight for territory.

Therefore, when a gang becomes a family and its industry grows to a certain size, what they want to do most is to whitewash themselves and become decent people.

Utravsky was obviously confused when he saw this scene. After all, he had never seen such a wild move before.

"If someone had bribed me like this before I became a pirate, I would definitely not have killed so many people."

"Emlyn, no matter what method you use, persuading people to be good is always a good thing."

The burly priest, who was over two meters tall, gently taught the depressed vampire, totally unaware of the predicament that the nearby traffic was being sucked away by the Glorious Church.

'So, this is why you locked me in the basement!?'

Emlyn White's feminine and handsome face twisted for a moment, and then he muttered softly:

"I thought you would condemn their behavior of buying off faith with money and food. I think faith in gods should not be so vulgar."

'For example, Mr. Fool doesn't care about money at all.'

A thought flashed through his mind, and he thought about "Fate", the only person in the Tarot Club who could make a deal with money.

"No wonder you need so much money. It's all here. It seems even the gods don't have any more."

At this moment, Emlyn seemed to have glimpsed some great secret, and his heart was filled with pride in his own wisdom.

"But then again, Father, I think we have to think of other ways. The people from the Glorious Church are backed by the World Peace Company, distributing unlimited bread and holding mass every day.

I started calculating last week. Each person can get 3 pounds of rye bread every day. On average, there are to people from morning to night. These are the totals of all the stalls. Although there are deviations, they are not too big. "

"Based on 16,000 yuan, their daily expenses are enough."

Oh, this currency conversion bullshit!

Emlyn paused for a moment, then uttered a number with a complicated expression.

"That's 90 pounds a day, 2700 pounds a month, 5400 pounds in two months. The money spent in four months is enough to make me a millionaire in Backlund. Moreover, the number of stalls distributing bread is still increasing. I even saw believers from other churches sneaking over to attend mass."

Can you do whatever you want if you have money?
In fact, for Ron who has a lot of resources, the cost could be even lower. After all, those breads are all produced on assembly lines, and the cost is cheaper when the quantity is large.

"Father, I think we can't just sit there and wait for death. Although we are not that rich, we can definitely teach herbal knowledge and teach people how to become a doctor."

"Emperor Roselle once said that it is better to teach people how to fish than to give them fish to eat."

I'm such a genius!

Emlyn stood up excitedly, raised his chin proudly, and looked up at Father Utravsky, who was nearly two meters tall.

It’s not easy to do anything these days. Even if you’re a missionary who doesn’t interfere with the world, you’ll have to start a crazy internal struggle.

(End of this chapter)