Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 370 Amon: Those who know me are "fools" (3.3K)
"Perhaps we can set up a new company called Tarot Equipment LLC, or The Fool's Equipment, or Destiny Equipment."

Hearing the names given by the noble lady, Ron curled his lips helplessly.

Audrey Hall is good in every way, except that her IQ is a little low in some aspects.

"I've already set up the company and decided on a name: Bicycles, LLC, or Bicycle Equipment."

Ron spread his hands and decided to use this name to prevent the business from sounding like that poor guy's business.

"bicycle?"

"This doesn't seem to fit Backlund's style. In the words of Emperor Roselle, it always feels a bit old-fashioned or a bit old-fashioned."

The blonde lady tilted her head and looked at Ron with a little curiosity, but she didn't see any trace of seriousness on his face.

In Loen, which focuses on connotation, no one would name a company so directly.

For example, anthracite cannot be called anthracite, it must be called koim. Although the two names have nothing to do with each other, the latter sounds more high-end and more subtle.

Oh, who else could it be? Of course, your great Mr. Fool.
"I think this is more direct. We have discussed everything that needs to be discussed. Nothing has been left out. We will proceed according to what has been agreed upon."

Ron muttered in his heart, not wanting to talk more on this topic, and unilaterally ended this confidential business exchange.

In the past two hours, the unexpected arrival of the noble lady perfectly solved the sales and store problems of bicycles, and Ron was also happy to see it happen, as it meant that the final goal would be achieved faster.

Throughout Backlund, the Hall family's businesses are spread all over the place, and they are so rich that a poor person can't even imagine it.

In any case, making money is enough. Industries related to people's livelihood are not important. What is important is to allow the southern continent to skip the process of primitive accumulation of resources.

"No problem, Mr. Ron. We can conduct an on-site inspection next week. Happy cooperation~"

Well, to use the words of Emperor Roselle, this is called hard work to achieve glory. Audrey, you are no longer a little girl who only relies on your parents.
Faced with her first entrepreneurial venture, the noble lady was undoubtedly very excited and wished she could take the office right away and become the overbearing president that often appeared in novels and magazines.

No. Judging from the results of the discussion just now, Mr. Ron, the president, is so rich, why does he want to start a business? Is this also the order of Mr. Fool?

Thoughts flashed through her mind, and Audrey's expression suddenly became a little strange. She always felt that Ron was a little too "people-friendly".

Ron is a figure that can only be recorded in myths and legends, but now he not only owns real estate, he is even going to start a business!

This picture of the myth seemingly falling apart is so beautiful that it really opened the eyes of Audrey, who had received orthodox theological education since childhood.

At this moment, the "mind reader"'s small ears moved slightly, as if it heard some subtle sounds that ordinary people could not notice.

"Can you please let go? I've already promised to help you."

"Are you afraid?"

"Heh, provocation doesn't work on me. I'm the King of Angels."

"Come on, just you?"

Angel King. You are being humiliated like this and have fallen to the point of asking me, The Fool, to help you out. Don't you feel ashamed?
Klein curled his lips and ignored Amon's weak defense.

He loosened his hand that was holding the classical wizard robe, rushed out of the corridor aggressively, and went straight to Ron who was still sitting on the sofa on the first floor, determined to teach him a lesson.

Not only did he beat and kill servants at will, molested maids, and exploited workers, but he also took pride in doing so. This is beyond the description of a naughty character.

We must educate them well and educate them severely!
In order to maintain world peace, Mr. Fool has an obligation to do so.

Klein walked quickly and arrived at the living room on the first floor in a flash.

However, the moment he saw the sofa, Mr. Fool stopped in his tracks and his heart skipped a beat.

This is... a witch?
No, I think I've seen it somewhere...

Isn't this Miss Justice from the Tarot Club? Why is she here? Does she know Ron?
His blocked thoughts suddenly became unblocked. Klein was stunned and stood there in a daze, even forgetting his original purpose.

I was wondering why they were flirting at the Tarot Club...

No, I can't be really sidelined, right?!

At this moment, Mr. Fool suddenly felt a little annoyed, because in his opinion, under normal circumstances, no one in the Tarot Club knew each other, and each of them developed their own subordinates. When there was any real action, they could cooperate with each other and reach a tacit understanding, so that the enemy would not be able to detect any trace.

"Good morning. Today's weather is as bad as usual. It even feels like a foggy dream."

He walked forward and bowed politely. Klein did not choose to educate the little brat right away, intending to give him some face.

"Tsk, why are you pretending to be so high and mighty? What are you doing here..."

You TM!

"Shut up!"

Imagination is beautiful, but reality is cruel. Just because he gives Ron face doesn't mean Ron can give him face.

Hearing this provocation, a cross appeared on the great detective's forehead. His blood rushed up again. He took two deep breaths and barely suppressed his anger. For the sake of the noble lady, he still did not teach this increasingly presumptuous brat a lesson.

"What? I'm not right, it's just you who's poor."

However, Ron's mouth continued to chatter, but Klein, who was prepared, stepped forward and roughly covered the thing that kept making the noise.

"Sorry, I made fun of you. This guy is just like that. He always enjoys mocking others. He lacks certain family discipline."

The great detective smiled politely, causing the dumbfounded Audrey Hall to nod like a puppet. "Um. Should I step aside?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand weakly and said with some embarrassment.

"Oh, no need, this is a good time to get to know each other!"

It's a good opportunity to show you the true face of this little brat, so that you won't be fooled by him.
Klein complained in his heart, and he could no longer control his anger at being deceived by Amon. Under the astonished gaze of the noble lady, he grabbed the boy's golden hair and pressed him onto the sofa.

There was a loud and crisp "slap" sound, and a palm slapped the blond boy's soft yet elastic butt.

well played!
Inside the villa, the Amons, as well as the resentful souls and evil spirits in the mirror, all cheered heartily in their hearts.

…I must be hallucinating, Goddess. No, Mr. Fool. Is this world changing too fast, or am I too old-fashioned? Why are there always new things that break my cognition…

Based on Mr. Ron's previous performance and his irrelevant ridicule just now, I can only say that he played beautifully. What this gentleman said is right. He does lack some family education...

Audrey held her forehead with one hand and quickly accepted this outrageous scene of artistic collapse.

But what puzzled her was where this gentleman who suddenly appeared came from and how he could educate Mr. Ron in the manner of a parent.

"Poor bastard, are you crazy!?"

Ron was stunned, and he obviously didn't expect Klein to do this.

I just said a few sarcastic words, how dare you do this to me! ?

"Shut your stupid mouth!"

There was another loud and clear sound, and the huge force made the soft flesh on Ron's buttocks tremble continuously. Audrey, who was only a few meters away, didn't know whether to watch, avoid it, or pretend to faint gracefully.

However, her secretly moving green eyes and the way she glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes mercilessly betrayed her.

"Ron, let me ask you, do you often exploit or beat the servants in your home?!"

Klein shouted angrily, stunning Ron, who was about to stand up and resist.

"Yes, that's right!"

The blond boy was so confident and self-righteous, and his unrepentant attitude made Klein so angry that his teeth itched.

"You're pretty proud!"

"Isn't Amon's life a life?! Is the life of the clone not a life?!"

There was another "pop" sound, and this crisp sound made Amon feel warm inside.

You are worthy of being my good brother, Amon. What you said was so good and every word touched my heart!

"Oh, so easy to fool. I haven't seen such a stupid guy in a long time..."

What are you talking about? When did Amon's life count as life!?
"Those are clones, extraordinary abilities, and the same nature as the secret dolls. What are you doing?"

"I paid them, and they ate the best ingredients and drank Olmire red wine. What's wrong with me asking them to do some work?!"

"I'm telling you, it's not too late to kneel down and beg for mercy!"

Ron was puzzled by the great detective's confusing behavior. He always felt that there was a villain behind this anomaly.

There is only one person in this villa who fits the image of a sinister villain, and that is the god of mischief, Amon!
"..."

What!? The servants here drink Olmir like water, and I feel sorry for them?
I should have thought of this earlier... But why did I fail to realize this just now, as if I was blinded by greed...

Hearing Ron's words, Klein was stunned. Why would he, who drinks sweet iced tea, pity someone who drinks Almire red wine every day! ?
The other party's level is far superior to his.

Klein, who was still furious, felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head. He pulled the corner of his mouth awkwardly, unable to believe that he had been deceived so easily.

"Okay, you pass this one!"

Although he felt a little guilty at this moment, Mr. Fool still forced himself to keep his mouth shut and continued to shout:
“Did you cut workers’ wages by opening a factory?!”

"Even the other factory owners can't stand it and are all blaming you!"

This was what Klein could not accept the most. He had seen this many times in the East District, especially when he was investigating with reporter Mike...

However, before the great detective could finish feeling moved, a piece of newspaper was suddenly stuck in his face.

"Look for yourself. If you can't read, I can read it to you!"

"Klein, I see shameful, meager, and useless trust in you!"

The blond boy did not struggle anymore, instead a mocking look appeared on his face.

It was as if he was determined to see how this brainless guy would end up.

After seeing the newspaper, Klein pursed his lips and suddenly realized something. It seemed that he had only just realized that something was wrong.

The factory owners accused Ron, so they had to publish it publicly. Why didn't I think of reading the newspaper just now? It felt like I didn't realize it, or I was blinded by lard.
Taking a deep breath, Klein turned his head expressionlessly, only to find that Amon, who was supposed to be following him, had already disappeared.

Amon misunderstood me!!!
(End of this chapter)