Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 533: Roselle in the Tarot Club

Spread the Faith...

Roselle Gustav hesitated for a moment, then quickly nodded in agreement.

As the former Archon of Intis, he has planned many hidden conspiracies in a short period of time.

For example, under the pretext of protecting religious and cultural diversity, the "God of Time and Space" Church was forcibly brought to the Northern Continent.

Alternatively, we can start from a philosophical point of view, maintain respect for the diversity of gods, and then invade traditional culture to forcibly open up those countries that only believe in one god.

"Yes, that's right. The reason is that they are a dictatorship... The first step is to announce that two of our missionaries have disappeared in your country, so we need a large number of people to search..."

'Perfect! '

His chestnut mustache twitched, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Roselle's mouth.

He looked at Ron and asked if there was anything else.

The beautiful boy nodded slightly, patted Roselle on the shoulder and said:
"No, that's all. You are a talented person and I believe in you."

At this point, Ron changed the subject and a somewhat despicable smile suddenly appeared on his face.

He stretched out his finger, poked Roselle's waist, and said with his arm around her shoulder:
"Do you want to meet your fellow villager? You noticed it just now, right? When you were reading the diary, there was a sight looking at you from high up in the spirit world."

How dare you mention it! ?
Roselle Gustave's face turned dark, like a large curly-haired baboon.

However, he only faltered slightly, and soon adjusted himself, saying with a fake smile:

"You are the one secretly reporting this, right?!"

He looks good, but unfortunately he has a big mouth.

If he, Huang Tao. Roselle. Gustav, was not really unable to defeat this handsome, inhuman dog, he would have knocked Ron to the ground, making him unable to get up.

Ron was not angry when he heard this, but continued to say with a smile:
"Stop talking nonsense and just tell me whether you want to or not?"

"I do, but it won't take much effort for me to find him, right?"

Roselle said honestly.

"That's right. If you ask him to meet you in person, he will definitely not refuse. However..."

The young man hesitated for a moment, and the hesitant expression on his face whetted our appetite.

"It's just that he just finished watching your joke, don't you want to watch his?"

Hearing this, Roselle Gustav curled up the corner of his mouth into a cold smile, with an expression of noncommittal.

As a mature person, as a person who has gotten rid of vulgar tastes, He naturally chose...

"Elaborate."

When fellow villagers meet, they stab each other in the back.

"Well, it's very simple. After you obtain the Black Emperor's characteristics, disguise yourself. It would be best if you change your hair color and appearance. Then, lower your strength to Sequence 5. Then, pretend to be in trouble and being chased by something."

"The next most important step is to chant the honorific name of Mr. Fool."

"Next, you just need to take advantage of the situation and not reveal any flaws in your words, and you can participate in the gatherings organized by your fellow villagers every week."

"I'm telling you, it's so fun to see your fellow countrymen pretending to be cool!"

As the young man spoke, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but this evil smile did not ruin his overall temperament. Instead, it added a different temperament to his handsome face.

"..."

Hearing this, Roselle smiled knowingly and stretched out his arm to link shoulders with Ron.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed that there were two cunning foxes with smooth and moist fur inside the mysterious mausoleum.

After the plan was finalized and Mr. Fool's name was explained, Ron leaned against the stone wall inside the mausoleum and used his authority to transform Roselle, who was in a state of possibility and impossibility, back into the state of "Black Emperor".

At this moment, Roselle's body suddenly rose up, and instantly became as tall as a mountain. He did not hesitate at all as Ron used part of the mother nest to absorb the pollution.

In an abstract underlying rule, it "reawakens" by relying on the established order and the only remaining mausoleum.

At this moment, in the star realm, in the unknown land, several gazes were cast over, but after seeing the blond boy leaning against the stone wall, they quickly retracted as if they had seen something terrible.

The process of the Black Emperor's resurrection has three stages.

First, "uniqueness" is separated from the owner and becomes conceptualized and abstract.

Second, the subjects of the “Black Emperor” once again heard the majestic voice of this god.

The third is that the “Black Emperor” who has integrated “uniqueness” reappears in the “Star World”.

The three copies of Sequence 1 Beyonder Characteristics automatically returned to their Emperor. This was an order that no other true God could reverse or stop.

The sky suddenly turned grey, as if some shadow had enveloped the entire reality. In the center of the secret mausoleum, countless twisted shadows emerged. They were like monsters with bared fangs and claws, or like the materialized shadows of order, filled with weirdness, distortion, chaos, and incoordination.

Backlund.

"Roselle!!! Damn you!!!"

In an unknown mausoleum, a middle-aged man with a small mustache, a serious and old-fashioned look, a resolute face, wearing a suit, a cloak, and very long toe shoes, whose dress was out of touch with the times, was cursing.

His face turned red, and dark shadows appeared around him, but this guy's condition was extremely bad at the moment.

George III's hands were tightly pressing down on a crown inlaid with many dark gems, his eyes were full of unwillingness and madness.

At this time, He had completely lost control of the "uniqueness" that He had not contained, and even the sequence-one characteristics within His body were constantly being extracted and stripped away.

No matter how much He uses His authority to distort things, or how much He uses the aggregation of His persons, it will be of no avail.

Damn it!!! Rossel, fuck you!!!

At this moment, George III had to admit that even when it came to insults, the words invented by Russell were more offensive.

The throne of deity is clearly right before one’s eyes, but it seems to be separated by endless time and space. One can only look at it but cannot reach out and touch it.

As an angel king who could briefly utilize his uniqueness, and as an angel king who was almost able to ascend to the throne of God, George III couldn't figure out who he had offended and why he had been so unlucky recently.

'When did all this start? '

"Is it the Witch Cult being exposed, or the appearance of the Black Emperor's ghost, or maybe even earlier?"

George III couldn't figure it out. He had obviously been careful enough, but no matter what he did, there would always be inexplicable blows that would destroy his plans.

If you want to mess with me, just do it openly. Please don’t report me!!!
After several months of secret investigation, George III was unable to catch any trace of the other party, which made him wonder whether all this was just a coincidence.

Just like the upper class in the kingdom, just a small action, or a few words in parliament to amend some kingdom laws, will cause countless lower-class people to change their lifestyles, and their income will increase or decrease, causing a series of what Russell calls "butterfly effects."

At this moment, two words emerged in George III's mind.
cannon fodder!

The upper class sees the lower and middle class as cannon fodder, while the higher level beings see Him as cannon fodder.

Cannon fodder, as the name suggests, is dispensable and no one cares about it. Perhaps just a little movement by the existence that controls everything behind the scenes, just to complete its own plan, will also have an impact on most things.

Although this also complies with the rules, isn’t it a bit too outrageous?

What kind of great existence could inadvertently break the existing world order? George III couldn't figure it out.

However, as a high-level mythical creature, he had a hunch that he should be kinder to others, just like at the "Twilight Hermit Meeting" a few months ago, he probably shouldn't have argued with that foul-mouthed guy.

"Do not!!!"

A shrill, angry voice exploded like thunder in the black mausoleum. As the roar sounded, star-like objects flew towards the starry sky around a crown inlaid with many dark gems and finally fell into the white hand that suddenly appeared.

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck, help me."

Who is it!?
In the cabin of the Future, Klein dropped the pen he was using to do his homework and rubbed his head with a helpless expression.

"It's a male, the voice is unfamiliar, not the Hanged Man, the Sun, the Moon, or the brat's."

He walked back to the bathroom, made all the arrangements, and took four steps backwards into the gray fog.

The majestic palace reappeared before his eyes. In the palace, a deep red star that did not belong to a member of the Tarot Club was constantly vibrating, and intermittent cries for help could be heard.

Klein the Fool did not hesitate. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and saw the scene where the praying person was currently.

It was a closed room, and the surrounding walls were all made of a huge stone. Rather than saying it was made, Klein preferred to think that it was dug out from the stone.

Because there is not a single crack in the wall, it is extremely smooth, just like a stone that has been carefully polished.

What came into view was a man in his early twenties, with ordinary looks and a crew cut. He was rolling on the ground in pain, his body covered with twisted and strange black hair.

"This is contamination, and what's growing is definitely not hair! ? "

With his experience as a man for two lifetimes, Klein silently complained in his heart.

He pondered for a moment, and finally stretched out his finger, vibrating his spiritual power to touch the deep red star that was constantly sending out cries for help.

Deep red surged in front of him like a tide. Russell Gustav, who was rolling on the ground, was overjoyed. He didn't expect that his acting skills were still so good after so many years.

At the same time, He also had some doubts about the behavior of the younger generation of time travelers. How could this guy survive until now if he could fall for such a simple trick?
"This is even more outrageous than the little rabbit being obedient and opening the door. Isn't this too easy to fool?!"

Before he could complain in his mind, he found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

A hazy gray fog floated before Roselle's eyes. He looked around in surprise and found himself sitting on a high-backed bronze chair. He also saw a magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence.

"Is this Sefirah Castle?"

Russell was really surprised. Even though he had heard Ron's description, the excitement in his heart still took a long time to calm down.

He had been chasing after things related to his hometown all his life, but the moment he entered Sefirah Castle, his heart was filled with melancholy.

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"What's wrong with this guy? Has he turned into a curly-haired baboon and his IQ has dropped? He didn't even say hello."

Above the silent gray fog, the great Mr. Fool twitched the corners of his mouth slightly when he saw the guy he had pulled in sitting there in a daze.

Normally, shouldn't you express emotions such as "shock" and "panic" the first time? Why are you staring around stupidly without even looking at me?

Klein took a deep breath and decided to strike first. He considered his words and said calmly:
“Why do you chant my name?”

Invisibly, these confident words were accompanied by a powerful aura. The "Fool" hidden in the gray fog was like a god looking down on reality. Although he looked ordinary on the outside, his whole body showed the revelation of a high-ranking person.

'Why do you chant my name?'

The corner of Russell's mouth twitched, and he muttered silently in his heart, "This is a very pretentious question," and then the corner of his mouth twitched again.

"This guy is really good at pretending. If I hadn't known in advance that he was still a Sequence Five, I would have been fooled.

As expected, each of the "time travelers" is talented.'

"Sir, you are the great, supreme, invincible Mr. Fool!?"

A slightly excited voice came out of Russell's mouth. This unique praise and such shameless flattery actually made Klein a little embarrassed. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

"You, the Admiral of the Stars didn't have someone like you back then."

"Wouldn't it be too shameless to just answer 'yes'?"

Klein the Fool was stunned for a moment, then he leaned back on the bronze chair in a pretentious manner and nodded slightly.

Neither admit nor deny.

After a few seconds, he said calmly:

"Now I'm asking you, not you asking me."

Okay, okay, you’re pretending like this, right? I’m so embarrassed for you!
Russell's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene, but he couldn't suppress the curled corners of his mouth, because he knew that this kid's pretense today would make him ashamed sooner or later.

He did not wait, but immediately stood up and bowed in a pretentious manner, saying:

"Great Fool, thank you for your help. I learned your name from a perfect-looking boy with blond hair and golden eyes."

"He said, if you have trouble, find the Fool, who specializes in treating all kinds of difficult and complicated diseases"

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"You bastard! It's fine if you reveal your name, but how can you promote it like this?"
My biggest regret in this life is that I can't cure your intractable disease! '

Upon hearing this, Klein's forehead twitched, but his appearance did not change at all. He nodded silently. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the black-haired young man who was pulled up say:

“Dear Mr. Fool, it looks like there are other people here?”

The Fool nodded slightly, expressing his affirmation with great momentum, and then he hesitated for a moment, adhering to his trust in Ron, and said calmly:
"There are many people who have experienced the same thing as you. I pulled them here because of fate. They begged me to organize a party here."

At this point, Klein seemed to want to show off the Tarot Club's style, and added vaguely:

"A gathering under the watchful eyes of the gods."

"So you are that god?"

???

Don’t you understand? If you don’t know something, don’t ask blindly.

Klein picked his feet in embarrassment. After all, a gathering under the watchful eyes of the gods was not the same as a gathering under the watchful eyes of the Fool.

He was silent again, gritting his teeth and not saying anything, as if to agree.

Seeing this scene, Roselle was so amused that he quickly suppressed his mood and asked respectfully:
"Dear Mr. Fool, may I join the party you are watching?"

"can."

As soon as Klein finished speaking, he materialized a deck of tarot cards in front of Roselle.

"You can draw one of these ownerless tarot cards as a code name."

Seeing the tarot cards suddenly appear, Russell pretended to be startled, stunned for a few seconds, and then quickly pulled out a card.

"Emperor." He said to himself.

(End of this chapter)