Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 333 Mr. Fool is still a small fry (3.8k)

Just as Amon was about to capture Klein, he suddenly felt a cold gaze staring at him.

The spiritual intuition gave a crazy warning, and the angel let go of the corner of his mouth helplessly, and those clones then scattered everywhere.

After all, the last guy who cared so much about Sefirah Castle had already become an extraordinary person. Under Ron's gaze, He was really frightened.

Although Amon kept pretending to be tough when he was beaten, only those who feel the pain know it!
"Hehe, I think this guy is very interesting, I think we can become good friends"

Amon pushed his monocle down and looked at Ron, who was lying on the handrail of the stairs on the second floor, and explained with a wry smile.

"Well, I advise you to be honest. This is not a good thing for you."

The tall, graceful silver-haired lady gave an ambiguous warning, as if in the next second, the Angel King named Amon would completely disappear from this world.

The will of the "Lord of Mysteries" is like a dog-skin plaster, and now a part of Him is active in Ron's body, so it is difficult to imagine whether the true God can appear in the three paths of "Fortune Teller", "Thief" and "Apprentice" in the Fifth Era today.

I heard from the little she-wolf that this was not possible in the Fourth Epoch, because regardless of whether the ritual was complete or not, it would lead to the revival of the will of the "Lord of Mysteries".

Amon obviously understood this truth. After all, Zaratul, who was a living example, was killed a few days ago. Without becoming a true god, mastering the source would be useless. Instead, it would be a burden and a drag.

"Goodbye, funny guy~"

Patting Klein on the shoulder, the Son of the Creator left the first floor lobby with a happy smile on his face and went to continue working somewhere else.

Not working would violate the "immoral limits" in his heart, and eating and drinking for free obviously hurt his conscience, so Amon had to work continuously to relieve his inner anxiety.

When it comes to exploitation, we have to look at the infinite wisdom of all-knowing and all-seeing. Even if a giant dragon flew over Ron's head, she would have to pluck out two scales from it.

"Ron, I can't recognize you when you look like this. What's the name of your female alter ego? Is it also called Ron?"

Feeling the strange and creepy aura disappear in an instant, Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief and greeted the silver-haired lady awkwardly.

There was an obstruction above the gray fog, so Klein couldn't see clearly. However, when he saw the other image of the little brat "offline", he admitted that he was amazed.

"Aren't you curious about why I became like this?"

Ron raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Everyone has secrets. I won't ask until you confess to me. And you seem to have mentioned it before..."

The great detective took off his hat and coat, and hung them on the hanger at the door with ease, showing great trust and respect for Ron.

As for knowing that the other party was an angel, Klein didn't mention it much. It didn't matter whether he was an angel or not. In his eyes, Ron always looked like a jerk who deserved a beating.

If all angels look like him, it would be better for the world to be destroyed... But I feel like he has become much more mature after becoming like this...

"Oh, Klein, you don't have to envy me. You will change in the future. Believe me, you will definitely be more beautiful than me!"

Hearing this answer, the silver-haired lady tilted her mouth and revealed a key piece of information.

What do you mean?
What do you mean I will change in the future! ?
How did you come up with such words from your 37° lips! ?
Hearing this, the great detective's eyes almost popped out. As he had a bad connection with a certain path, he immediately thought of the witch.

Instantly, Klein felt a chill in his spine and looked in disbelief at the silver-haired lady with the familiar, evil smile.

Ron is still Ron, even though his appearance has grown up, his essence remains the same.

This extremely familiar feeling made Klein a little overwhelmed. The look he gave the silver-haired lady was no longer unfamiliar. Instead, it became extremely annoying.

"Ron, what do you mean, what's behind the Fortune Teller's Path!?"

God bless you, it would be hilarious if Mr. Fool of the Tarot Club turned into Ms. Fool. He couldn't even imagine Ms. Justice greeting him every Monday afternoon!
Good afternoon, Ms. Fool~
Just thinking about it, Mr. Fool felt his scalp tingling.

"Klein, once you choose some paths, you can't quit~"

Seeing that poor fellow with long hair and little knowledge, the silver-haired lady's vicious smile became even wider and she began to bully this pathetic bastard.

"What does this mean?"

The great detective used the clown's ability to suppress his facial expressions and took three "thump thump thump" steps to the second-floor platform.

He wanted to hold the kid's shoulders and push him against the wall to question him as usual.

But when he saw that delicate yet resolute beautiful face, Klein paused with his hand raised in the air, and for a moment he didn't know what to do.

“Tsk~, Klein, you’re not still a virgin, are you!?”

"I wonder if your former Nighthawks team had some curse that kept people virgins forever. Old Neil was like this, Dunn was like this, and you are like this now!"

"But the sad thing is that Dunn has a wife now, and you don't!!!"

"Look at how cowardly you are. Have you never even held a girl's hand?!"

"No way? No way? There really are people who have never even touched a girl's hand~"

Suddenly, the silver-haired lady pointed her finger at the great detective. Her brows relaxed, her mouth opened, and she looked very happy. She launched a deadly taunt at the great detective who clenched his fists.

God have mercy on me, the great infinite wisdom was right, even in his previous life "Zhou Mingrui" did not have any sweet love history.

The only time I confessed my love to my first love, I was rejected!

Damn it!!! In my previous life, I was a well-known handsome young man in every village...

Why does it feel like this little brat's mouth is becoming more and more vicious!!!

Klein Moretti gritted his teeth, wishing he could pin Ron to the ground and spank him!
"Hmph╯^╰, trash~ trash~"

Seeing the silver-haired lady’s arrogant look, Mr. Fool finally lost his patience and launched the long-awaited war between gods again.

He took a step forward with his right foot and tripped Ron's right leg. At the same time, he stretched out his palm, pressed the white face and pushed it back hard.

He wanted to knock this little brat to the ground. He, Klein Moretti, wanted to avenge his previous humiliation.

"Today I will show you who is the trash!!!"

Ten seconds later... "Ahhh! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! I was wrong, I was wrong!!!"

"I am a small fish, I am a small fish!!!"

In just a moment, the great Mr. Fool was defeated again, and hastily ended this war between gods, recognizing the cruel reality.

In this fight, although Mr. Fool could not be said to be unrivaled, he was easily defeated, and he went limp the moment Ron counterattacked.

However, compared to the last time, he actually lasted a full ten seconds under the torture of cracking his fingers.

This is really great progress, which is cause for celebration!
“Klein, you should be Sequence 7 by now. Why are you still so useless?”

Taking a deep breath, Ron pinched his ring finger and asked quietly.

What do you mean I'm still such a loser! ? It's not easy for you to live this long with the way you talk. No, He is probably born an angel.
Klein pursed his lips with a complicated expression. It was obvious that this sharp question had pierced his heart. He rolled his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

"Ron, you don't understand. In this era, Sequence Seven is already a mid-sequence and is the backbone of every church..."

Yes. The captains of all the Nighthawk teams are Sequence 7. They are not weak at all, okay?
He muttered to himself, and then defended himself very seriously.

"Oh, can't you compare with the good ones?"

She pinched her ring finger again, causing the self-humiliated detective to twist wildly on the ground. Looking at his miserable appearance, the silver-haired lady's mental fatigue was actually much better.

You are the one who travels through time, right? What do you mean by comparing yourself with the best?
“Let go!!!”

Klein Moretti's mouth twitched. He obviously didn't expect to hear such remarks even in this different world. Seeing that the beautiful silver-haired lady was still sitting on his back and had no intention of letting go, he immediately shouted nervously.

If it was just a little brat, it would be fine, and he wouldn't care what the naughty kid did, but he was a virgin and had never experienced such close contact with a beautiful lady.

Mrs. Sharon's does not count.
The great detective raised the corner of his mouth and muttered to himself.

Silently, flames flowed out of Klein's trouser pocket like water, and in the blink of an eye, they enveloped his entire body.

Flame jumps!

The pocket of the coat hanging at the door suddenly caught fire. The weak flame suddenly grew larger and became more than one person tall. The great detective jumped out of the flames like an excellent magician and broke free from the suppression of the silver-haired lady.

At this moment, he froze in place, feeling the digestion of the "Magician" potion in his body, which seemed to be an acknowledgement from the servants around him.

I have recognized you as my brother.

It worked!!! But the audience didn’t cheer as much as Ron. It seemed like He had expected me to do this... That’s right, He is an angel. If He really wants to deal with me, the flame jump may not work...

Klein Moretti's eyes lit up immediately, and his thoughts raced as he quickly analyzed the current situation.

Just now, he had digested half of the "magician's" potion!

"How about this magic show Ron?"

The great detective struck while the iron was hot and bowed to the silver-haired lady who was still on the platform on the second floor.

"not so good……"

He curled his lips in disdain, the great infinite wisdom obviously looked down upon this little cleverness.

"Really? Then I'll die in front of you!"

Before the great detective could even finish his words, he pulled out a revolver from his waist and aimed it at his chest.

Before Ron could react, he pulled the trigger twice.

What the hell!

The strong smell of gunpowder spread in the lobby on the first floor. Seeing that the poor guy didn't even use any substitute or dodge the bullets, Ron's heart immediately sank.

How can you digest a potion like this!? What the hell are you playing with!?

Infinite Wisdom certainly knew the purpose of Klein's visit, and she was willing to help him. She was here, and whether he could digest the potion depended on his ability.

But obviously, the great detective succeeded this time!

There was a wave in the void, and Ron came to Klein's side almost at the same time as Klein fell to the ground.

"Hey, poor bastard! Klein!"

The silver-haired lady breathed a sigh of relief after a quick glance with her bloodshot eyes, because there was not a trace of blood on the great detective's body, only traces of gunpowder remained.

At this moment, Klein noticed someone was around him, opened one eye, and sat up with a smug look on his face.

Red stars seemed to appear before his eyes, they were attracted to each other and kept gathering together, which meant that the "Magician" potion was completely digested under the gaze of the great being!
Ron alone was able to defeat a whole group of Amons!
"Look, you haven't seen this before, this is my invention... No, this is a bulletproof vest I made based on Rossell's invention!"

Klein Moretti was in a very good mood at this time. He immediately tore open his shirt that had been pierced by bullets, revealing a strange paper vest underneath, and introduced high-tech products to the "country bumpkin" people from another world.

This was a special preparation he made for the performance. It was a piece of protective gear folded by the "Skillful Hands" using his extraordinary abilities and spending a lot of spiritual energy.

Klein has tested it and found that this paper vest can withstand three ordinary bullets before losing its properties and turning back into fragile paper.

Of course, if he was not Sequence Seven and his spirituality had increased significantly, he would not be able to create such armor.

Magician's performance rules: Magicians do not perform without preparation, the audience's applause is the best feedback!

This is also possible! ? I gave you the extraordinary ability just so that you can fool me! ?
Ron was stunned for a moment, his bloodshot eyes slightly widened, obviously he did not expect Klein's bold move.

Her face suddenly turned red, and she felt embarrassed and annoyed for the momentary worry she had just felt.

Bulletproof vest, right? I asked you to be bulletproof!
The silver-haired lady raised her long legs and kicked the great detective between his legs, causing Klein, who had just stood up, to lie back down again.

Looking at the "magician" rolling on the ground, and seeing the other's eyes full of pleasure and pain, Ron snorted disdainfully and turned away.

You blame me for the bulletproof vest not protecting my balls?
(End of this chapter)