Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 367 Do you have hair?! (3K)

"Of course!"

"Klein, don't be envious. People are different. He can be the father of Sequence One because he has a wife."

"Do you have a wife? You don't even have any hair!"

After putting the paper cranes into his trouser pocket and preparing for the evening's entertainment, the blond boy began to taunt as usual.

Hearing this, Klein's smile froze, and then he raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically:
"You talk as if you have it. At least I have the conditions, but you haven't even grown all your hair yet."

Although the great detective's ridicule was like a spring breeze and drizzle, it was continuous and silently echoed in Ron's mind, breaking down the boy's defenses.

Frankly speaking, a height of 1.51 meters is not short. She is just a head shorter than some ladies and girls. As for the rest, it cannot be said to be a perfect match, but it is barely acceptable.

Ron's conditions are not bad. If he really wants to find a wife, all the noble ladies in Backlund will probably have to line up, and there may even be a few bold men among them.

After all, who can not like a legal shota who is so cute, so rich, so perfect, and has so much life to live?

"Hmph, Klein, you haven't improved your skills in a few days. Stop talking nonsense. What are you doing here? If you have something to say, say it now. If you have something to say, fart now!"

Ron snorted with great disdain and did not talk about other things. Instead, he asked Klein about the purpose of his visit.

The great detective didn't waste any words. His expression became serious and he clasped his five fingers together to cover his mouth and nose.

"There are many, the main one is that there is some progress on the matter of the 'Witch Cult'!"

"I have good news. My undercover work was quite successful and I got promoted. I am now a low-level member of the Witch Cult, in charge of six or seven teams, and I have obtained some important intelligence."

Klein recalled the intelligence he had obtained from Madam Jessica while summarizing the intelligence composed of messy information.

"First, the Witch Cult is cooperating with the royal family. What I can confirm now is that the deal has not been completed, and the Loen royal family's reward has not been actually delivered."

"Second, their trade is related to human trafficking. After I became a lower-middle level official, I saw people secretly transporting goods out of the city. I tried divination, but I could only divine the location of a jungle."

After saying this, Klein seemed to have noticed a loophole, and then he pretended to lie down next to Ron and whispered in his ear:

"Divination requires the help of Mr. Fool!"

After patching it, he straightened his back and told the last piece of important information.

"Third, the members of the Witch Cult hold a 'work report' every month. Uh, that's probably what it means. Only the middle and high-level members of the Witch Cult will participate. It is very secretive, and in order not to reveal each other's identities, they have to wear masks."

"I was promoted not long ago because of the shortage of manpower. I have to report there on the 1st of next month, which is next Thursday. It is said that a high-ranking member of the witch sect will appear there. Her name seems to be 'White Saint' Katarina!"

As soon as Klein finished his words, the blond boy rushed forward and grabbed his arm.

"take me!"

Ron was so excited that his voice trembled.

According to the nature of the Witch Cult, this is not a work report at all, it is clearly a party held within the Witch Cult!
All kinds of witches were twisting and turning to comfort each other in front of him, and Ron felt overwhelmed just thinking about it.

If you have a girlfriend but don’t call her your brother, are you still a human being?
Klein curled his lips, spread his hands helplessly, and refused righteously:
"This is an internal meeting. Not just anyone can attend!"

What do you mean by "cats and dogs"? Who are you implying?

The golden eyes stared at the brown eyes for more than ten seconds, and Ron finally calmed down and hummed:
"Okay, don't regret it if you don't take me with you!"

What's so good about a group of low-sequence men who have changed into women? They are not even as good as the trash witches who have been changed into women by me.

At least he is strong enough, has a decent status, is loyal, and is very pleasant to lick.

"Then let Medici and you go. It will be no problem to capture Catalina. Once you catch her, you can finish your undercover work!"

After thinking for a moment, the handsome boy came to the conclusion that for the sake of this guy's safety, he planned to unilaterally end Klein's undercover career.

This guy did give a surprise. He actually knew the whereabouts of a high-sequence witch, and the intelligence she had was enough. Even if Klein was an undercover for his entire life, he would not be able to achieve this level.

Therefore, it is not cost-effective to continue to infiltrate and gather intelligence.

"No, Ron, I think I'll go on."

However, the great detective's answer stunned Ron.

What's wrong? Are you becoming perverted? Do you like being a woman?
"why?"

"Ron, in addition to the information I just mentioned, the Witch Cult has many places in Backlund where people are detained, and they even have an entire transportation line at sea."

"Although this matter is closely related to the royal family, they are part of the executors after all. I cannot turn a blind eye to this."

As if he was recalling the girl who died in front of him, without even a soul left, the corners of Klein's mouth curled up in a funny way.

"You're a pushover. This is dangerous. You could just report it. Why do you have to do it yourself?"

Ron looked at Klein with some surprise, as if he was meeting this timid guy for the first time.

"Of course I know I can report it, but I need to have specific information, otherwise I can't report it at all."

"Besides, if it's dangerous..."

"And here we are, the great Lord Ron Sothoth~" At this point, a flattering smile appeared on the face of the great detective. He immediately stood up, came behind Ron, and enthusiastically massaged his shoulders.

Seeing the poor guy's actions, Ron was speechless for a moment, and instantly understood what Klein was up to.

The claim that he came to report intelligence was false, but the claim that he came to take the opportunity to drag him into the water was true.

"Humph, if you are disrespectful to those in high positions, you will be treated as a living sacrifice!"

Ron snorted disdainfully and did not say whether he agreed or not, but instead showed an impatient attitude.

"What else do you want?"

After hearing this and seeing the blond boy's attitude, Klein felt more at ease, because since the kid didn't say no, he probably acquiesced.

The general meaning is that you can help him in times of crisis.

"No, I'm going to study occult knowledge."

"By the way, Ron, do you know any vampires in Backlund?"

Well, the vampires are also a good consumer group. Maybe the gains from the Rogue Party can be sold through him, but that stingy vampire will definitely take a cut.
With a sigh of relief, Klein immediately stopped massaging his shoulders. Just as he was about to turn around and go upstairs, he suddenly remembered the vampire he had rescued because of a commission.

"I have seen two, but I don't know them."

Ron Sotos nodded thoughtfully, and as his thoughts wandered, he thought of another thing.

That is, the ancestor of the blood clan has been bullied to that extent, why doesn’t he ask for help from himself?

Weird!
Since you all know that my great infinite wisdom likes you, why don’t you ask for help?
Are you still waiting for me to come and lick you?

He leaned back and watched Klein and Amon walk up to the second floor arm in arm. Ron picked up the bottle of wine and just as he took a sip, the silver cross pendant in his trouser pocket suddenly vibrated.

"puff!"

Ron took out the cross pendant unhappily, calmed down and sensed it carefully, and suddenly found that it was the old man Hermes who was sending him a message.

Fuck! I thought it was the bearded man who came to collect debts. I got scared.

【I haven't seen you for a while. I miss you. 】

When the blond boy saw this message, he was stunned and then his face turned pale.

[Hehehe, you were startled, right? ]

【Don’t underestimate the observation ability of an audience! 】

Be sick! ?

These two messages almost made Ron's nose crooked with anger. Then the blond boy didn't hesitate to send a message to question him.

[Old man, if you have something to say, please speak up! If you have something to say, please fart quickly! ]

After a few seconds, the silver cross pendant vibrated again.

[Don't be so angry. The leader hinted at me to say those words to you.]

[Time, the organization has a task for you, don't take the benefits and not do the work! ]

As expected of the "Ancient Sun God", he really knows how to take advantage of every opportunity... Shameless...

Ron Sotos curled his lips and replied directly without listening to the old man's nonsense.

[My house is big, come to my house to discuss. ]

[Backlund, West District, 67 Williams Street.]

After the reply was given, the silver cross pendant made no more sound.

The old thing is pretty fast...

Ron came to the full-length mirror, combed his hair, buttoned his shirt, found his shoes and socks and put them on. Then he sat on the sofa waiting for Hermes to arrive.

A minute later, within the sight of the Great Being, an elderly man wearing a hooded robe and walking stealthily climbed over the wall into the courtyard with a skill that was not in line with His age. Finally, under the gaze of a group of Amons, he opened the room and entered the villa.

"Can't you just go through the front door?"

Suddenly, Hermes, who was hiding in psychology, was startled. He looked in the direction of the voice and found a pair of golden eyes staring at him playfully.

I was seen climbing over the wall
At this moment, Hermes' face trembled violently. He did not hesitate, pretending that he had not noticed anything, and kept repeating in his heart:

Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me
With a stern face, the senior worker quickly sat on the sofa, lifted the psychological invisibility and said with a smile:
"Oh, I think it's better to be cautious."

This is Backlund, we are a secret organization, can't you have some self-awareness and live in such a big house?
He sighed helplessly in his heart. Although he was a senior worker in the Dusk Hermits and could even be called the second in command, he had no way to deal with this member who joined later.

The reason is simple, they simply can’t beat him.

If conditions allowed, he would have transformed into a little dragon and given the little brat a couple of punches.

(End of this chapter)