Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 358 Family Status (3.4K)
"But I'm just a magician."

Before he could say the word of refusal, Klein fell silent.

Because his "Magician" potion has been digested, the next stage is Sequence 6 "Faceless Man".
Raising his head and adjusting his gold-rimmed decorative glasses, the unshaven Klein saw the same evil smile as always.

"Ron, can you tell me why?"

And you are so amazing, you can be both a man and a woman, why don't you go?
Pulling the corner of his mouth weakly, Klein couldn't stop mumbling in his heart. In order to make sure this wasn't a new type of prank by a little kid, he had to ask the other party's purpose in doing so, and then decide whether to help Him.

"Oh, there's nothing to hide. You should know that Medici is from the Hunter Path, right?"

"Yeah. I know."

Klein adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses again and nodded without any surprise.

Seeing this, the blond boy immediately spread his hands and said as if it was a matter of course:

"Isn't it obvious? This guy has always wanted to cause trouble, and you, the unlucky guy, have a special affinity with the witch."

What do you mean I have a connection with the witch?
"No, that's just a coincidence, and what you said is only part of the truth!" Klein's eyes seemed to flash with wisdom.

Ron is not the kind of person who asks others for help for his subordinates, because he usually does it himself.

He's a pretty proud guy.

"Don't believe it? Ask Him yourself!"

The young man raised his little head, as if he wanted to look at the 1.73-meter-tall detective at eye level, but he soon gave up this presumptuous action and missed the beauty of looking down on everything in the negative state.

He sighed helplessly in his heart and clapped his hands lightly twice. Quietly, the spatial position of the living room fluctuated, as if overlapping with a secret mirror world somewhere.

Overlap in a real sense.

"Bullshit! Can't you just say what you have to say?"

Medici suddenly appeared in the middle of the living room and yelled a curse. His spirit body seemed to be torn apart, as if he could not withstand the sudden change of space. He actually felt dizzy and had a spatial dislocation in his consciousness.

"Medici, I was just wandering around a sexy lingerie store, but I couldn't find any witches."

Ron's little mouth only said one sentence, and the translucent red angel was so angry that it flickered, as if it was a gas lamp with poor contact, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

"If you can talk, say more. If you can't talk, just shut your damn mouth!" The war angel, who had turned into an evil spirit again, blushed and cursed with a distorted face.

He has a love-hate relationship with his current boss, both in name and in reality. He loves that Ron is reliable no matter what he does, but he hates that little honey-coated mouth.

Because this always makes Him lose confidence in the special abilities of His own path.

"I'm telling the truth, and you don't have to hide anything in front of me. I was watching you when you secretly put on a little skirt and wiggled your butt in the middle of the night."

"Shit, shut up!!! Those are two idiots, Soren and Einhorn, not me at all!!!"

Clusters of white flames with a hint of blue appeared all over the evil spirit's body, truly demonstrating what it means to have anger rising three feet high.

This... This is Medici. When did he become a vengeful spirit, no, an evil spirit! ?
At this moment, Klein was already dumbfounded, even though he knew that there were many strange things about Ron's family and he had prepared himself mentally.

But I didn't expect that the big red sister, who I had contacted alone many times, would turn into a monster that looked crazy and a little irrational.

What on earth happened? After death, it seems that high-sequence strongmen can transform into powerful spiritual creatures with the help of their spiritual bodies that have undergone qualitative changes. But judging from the appearance of Medici, is he dead?!
How can this be! ?
That's why Ron asked me to find out the information about the witch sect. Just to get something to help this witch who might be a demigod recover! ?
Tsk, Medici can't be blamed for all the madness.
The great detective glanced at Ron's chattering mouth and kept guessing in his mind. He successfully deduced the general cause and result.

After a while, seeing that the red angel floating in the air gradually calmed down, Ron pushed Klein, who was full of doubts, forward and repeated the specific situation in detail.

"You mean to say that this guy has connections with the Witch Cult?"

Looking at the great detective who was sneering at the side with a stern gaze, Medici's whole evil spirit suddenly became calm, as if the madness just now was just an illusion of everyone present, or as if He was taking advantage of the situation to scold some little brat.

"Heh, I never expected that you, a fellow as weak as a newborn bird, would not find the murderer who killed Lanevus, but would instead encounter a witch sect that has gone underground and is hiding deep inside."

"I really don't know what to say. Sometimes I even doubt whether you are a 'magician' or a 'man'~"

I, the Angel King, have been investigating for so long. Even according to the Law of Aggregation of Extraordinary Characteristics, I should be stronger than this guy. How can he do this? Could it be that a talent like taunting can also work?

Medici pulled the corner of his mouth and glanced at the One of All Things without leaving a trace. Then he looked at Klein and said slowly:
"Sherlock, I don't need your help with this matter. As long as you can help me find the whereabouts of the Black Witch, you can ask for any conditions you need!"

The War Angel paused for a second. He wanted to say that he didn't need help from a weakling like you, and that you just needed to trade the information to him. However, when he saw the look given to him by the "well-behaved" Ron next to him, Medici changed his words instantly.

The blond boy nodded in satisfaction, and then said slowly, "I also have a mission, which is to use the cooperation of the Witch Cult and the royal family to help me find out where Alistair Tudor's secret tomb is. I wanted to do this myself, but I have more important things to do!"

Ron habitually held the genie in his palm and tossed it again and again, and decided to give this task to Klein, who was very good at causing trouble.

The Original Will and the Outer Gods are eyeing him covetously, so he must prepare early.

As for why he didn't do it himself, it was because he and Adam had promised not to hinder His deification ceremony.

In fact, Ron didn't want to keep his promise. For a great existence that had existed for countless years, this verbal agreement would not have any impact on him.

"Just by doing this, how is it different from being a traitor, a despicable scoundrel, a beast, and the Lord of Mystery!!!"

The blond boy stretched out his arms, passionately asserting himself in his will, while at the same time belittling a despicable foil.

That’s enough, you can’t leave me alone after just three sentences, right! ?
The old Lord felt offended, and his crazy willpower suddenly fell silent. It seemed that he had already gotten used to it, and he ignored Ron who might take advantage of him next.

"Hey, Ron, I'm going to the bathroom and I'll give you an answer later!"

This kind of thing sounds very dangerous, it's best to use divination...

Klein hesitated, but did not refuse immediately. The temptation of taking a look at the desecrated slate made it impossible for him to suppress the desire in his heart.

This means that the formula for the potion after the Fortune Teller Sequence 4 is stable!

This is called preparing for a rainy day...

After muttering something in his mind, Krahn stood up and went to the bathroom in the lobby on the first floor.

……

In Baron Kessel's guest room.

After taking two deep breaths, the Witch of Pleasure stood up on her feet, feeling the warmth leaving her body, and immediately kicked the dead man under her under the bed.

At this moment, the bedroom door was suddenly pushed open and Baron Kessel walked in wearing a top hat.

"Oh, you really know how to pick the time. Why do you want to come too? Actually, I don't mind having you tonight."

Faced with the arrival of her husband, the witch did not restrain herself at all, as if she had already become accustomed to this situation.

She knelt on the white bed, gasping for breath, her eyes like lake water blurred and dreamy, just looking at her husband like that.

Suddenly, Jessica's whole body trembled slightly, and her face showed obvious panic.

"Is the matter done?"

The Baron, with a pale face and sparse hair, spoke without a trace of emotion, and his cold blue eyes were so frightening that people could not even look into his eyes.

"Well, of course, they are just a few ordinary people. It's not a difficult task."

The charming witch raised the corners of her mouth stiffly, and turned to complain to someone without knowing who she was talking to.

"Really? Witches are always welcome wherever they go, but you don't even look at me. Sometimes I really doubt whether you are a man. Maybe you just like to see your wife doing this kind of thing with others?"

"Take off the mask. Whether you are a man or a woman, I can give you unimaginable pleasure."

Before she could finish her tentative words, Jessica felt someone grab her neck tightly and lift her up from the bed. Her face flushed, and she kept kicking and swinging her legs, with clusters of black flames bursting out of her body.

However, the black flame did not burn Baron Kessel's spirit as the witch had expected, nor did it inflict any terrible curse on him. Instead, it flowed on the surface of his body like liquid.

Just then, the voice of the valet was heard outside the bedroom door.

"Baron, Mr. Patrick Jason is here to visit us. He wants to discuss the transfer of shares of Honest Steel Company mortgaged to Charas Bank."

The tightly clenched palm suddenly loosened, and the baron with cold blue eyes glanced at his nominal wife and sneered:
"In fact, apart from the witch, most of the apprentices are also very welcome."

"You only approached me for a higher social status, but I don't mind. I like your desire to mate with everyone around you."

"Jessica, remember the contract we signed. Now that you have received the gift, put away your speculations!"

As soon as the Baron's cold and cruel words fell from his mouth, the door slammed shut, leaving the Baroness with an unpleasant look on her face kneeling on the cold floor, speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)