Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 536: Roselle's Social Death

"What do you need in exchange?"

Gazing at the "Emperor" who was shrouded in gray fog, dressed in fancy clothes and behaved ostentatiously, Cattleya asked with a cautious and uneasy mood.

Be cautious, because the "Emperor" is not as simple as it seems.
The trepidation was that he was worried that the other party was also some big shot. Although nothing bad would happen to Mr. Fool's Tarot Club, Emperor Roselle had said,
Harmfulness is not allowed, and defensiveness is indispensable.

"What will you exchange for..."

This question really stumped Roselle. After all, in his heart, they were all one family, so there was no need to care about those trivial matters.

He pondered for a while and said in a deep voice:

"I want to see Bernadette..."

To comfort my good daughter who wanted to break off relations with me, she just left and didn’t even tell her old father where she went...

"Emperor" Roselle rubbed his head and finished his unfinished words in his mind.

'See the Queen, how did He know that I have a relationship with the Queen? Although this is an open secret in the Tarot Club, how did a newcomer know it?'

The deep purple eyes behind the thick glasses looked at Ron thoughtfully, and Cattleya pretended to be in deep thought and nodded:
"Yes, but I can't guarantee that it will succeed."

As the transaction was concluded, the Tarot Club remained silent for a few seconds. Seeing that the "Sun" seemed to raise his hand to say something, the "Moon" Emlyn quickly spoke first:
“The needs in our row are obvious.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the "Sun" and the "Hanged Man".

"He needs the potion and characteristics of the Sequence Five Light Priest, and I need the potion and characteristics of the Sequence Five Crimson Scholar."

"Mr. 'The Hanged Man' will need a powerful extraordinary weapon."

Why has this vampire become so passionate?
Little Sun's eyebrows frowned slightly, but soon relaxed again.

Who cares? As long as we’re not quarreling, it’s fine anyway.

"Heh, wasn't Emlyn very proud before? Why did he get so impatient when he heard that Silver City had demigod characteristics? Well, that's right. How could a guy who is unique among vampires be just arrogant to the extreme?"

"Even if you want to ease the relationship, you still want to be in the spotlight. You are such a stingy and arrogant vampire."

Klein the Fool saw the entire scene. He silently complained in his heart, but did not take any other action.

At this time, Emlyn the Moon cleared his throat and said:

"I have another request."

"I hope you can help me find these believers of the 'Original Moon'. I will pay 100 pounds for every valid clue, and I will directly lock in 500 pounds!"

He looked at Mr. Fool and made a request, which was granted. He then materialized five wanted poster-like objects, one for each person, for a total of five copies.

He himself and Derrick "The Sun" did not.

Klein manipulated the "world" to pick it up and browsed through it casually.

"Gallis Kevin, Dandy Laura, Windsor Belling, Argos. They are all very strong, at least equivalent to newly born vampires." He muttered to himself silently and memorized the corresponding information.

After completing his own tasks, Emlyn the Moon felt more confident about winning the internal "competition" of the vampire clan. He leaned back in his chair and waited for other members to make requests.

This time, no one spoke.

After a brief silence, Klein controlled the dummy "world" to look around, and finally his eyes fell on the calm blond boy.

"I need your help. I recently made a new friend who is plagued by bad luck and needs to be cleared up."

Hearing this, Ron turned his head and looked at the World Gehrman Sparrow unexpectedly, grinning and saying:

"It's really unfortunate that you consider him your friend."

Damn you!
Even though he knew that Ron was a dog that could not spit out ivory, Klein's heart sank when he heard the insult without using any dirty words.

Frankly speaking, apart from the useless luck-transfer ritual that can only send people above the gray fog, the only two people Klein knows who have authority in the relevant field are Ron and Backlund, who is 1.4 meters tall.

"In terms of familiarity, the little brat is of course the first choice. Besides, I don't have to spend any money, and I will get information about a powerful extraordinary weapon. It's a win-win situation anyway."

"Can you help?"

Faced with huge benefits, the gloomy and introverted experienced adventurer chose to be humble and did not choose to lose his mind and fight a life and death with Ron who mocked him.

There is no other reason, I'm just used to it.

"It's really boring. Never mind. Anyway, I have to go see you before I return to the past. I'll just consider it a side trip."

The blond boy curled his lips and waved his hand in boredom.
"no problem."

Is it really okay?

Seeing this scene, Cattleya's eyelids twitched wildly. She felt that the Future would not be safe for some time to come.

Let's not talk about Anderson Hood who is looking for trouble, let's just talk about Frank Lee's crazy idea and Ron who can turn this evil and crazy idea into reality.
'This is simply the end of the world. No, after the Tarot Club is over, I must throw Gehrman Sparrow and Anderson off the ship as soon as possible!'

When she thought of this, a very complicated expression suddenly appeared on the face of the lady with deep purple eyes. She glanced around blankly, and only heaved a sigh of relief when she saw that Mr. Fool did not move.

If the sky falls, there will be someone taller to hold it up. Since this great man who is comparable to a god did not say anything, it means that the situation is not irreversible.

'Once again, Mr. World and Mr. Ron reached a deal without even negotiating terms. Did they have a private agreement, or were they so close that they didn't need to be paid?'

Thinking about Ron's arrogant look, "Justice" Audrey pursed her lips slightly aggrieved, her green eyes full of curiosity and resentment.

"Well, maybe it's just pure friendship, just pure friends."

The noble lady thought a lot, and with her trust in Ron's moral character, she finally put her mind at ease, raised her hand and expressed her needs.

"I want the heart of the Dream Catcher, the crystal of the Psychic Phantom, or the complete brain of an adult Psychic Dragon."

This was the main ingredient for the Dream Walker's potion. Although Audrey hadn't yet digested the Hypnotist's potion, she couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency after seeing that most of the Tarot Club members had ranked in "Sequence Five" and were all moving towards becoming demigods.

"I have seen the complete brain of an adult Psychic Dragon in the material warehouse of Silver City. I will confirm it when I return. However, it is likely that it cannot be used because it is full of pollution."

After a few seconds, the honest little sun raised his hand and said sincerely.

"No problem, what do you need in exchange?" "Justice" Audrey answered in surprise, her emerald green eyes like gemstones seemed to sparkle for a moment.

"The formula or characteristics of the magic potion of the Priest of Light." Mr. Fool, who was looking down on everything, muttered in his heart.

"Miss Justice, I want the formula or properties of the Priest of Light's potion." Sun Derrick spoke with sincerity, and was quite enthusiastic about this enthusiastic audience. "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it." The noble lady nodded modestly.

As a "rich woman" who was ranked high in the Kingdom of Loen, the incredibly beautiful noble lady decided to be the first to collect such things herself.

"Although Mr. Ron will definitely not refuse my request, but, how could the daughter of the Hall family just live off others?!"

Apparently, even though she had run away from home, Audrey still had the pride of being a noble.

In the brief silence, no one spoke up to make any requests. The "magician" Fors actually wanted to collect the "recorder's" potion materials in advance, but because of the return of the ancestor of the Abraham family, her teacher had been extra generous recently.

Adhering to the mentality of saving as much as possible, she decided to wait until the "Astrologer" potion was digested, and after obtaining the formula and materials of the "Recorder" from her teacher, she would see what was missing before purchasing.

"This is called saving where you can save and spending where you can spend. How can a poor person like me spend tens of thousands of pounds at once?"

Muttering silently in her heart, she looked at the "Blood Clan" wanted order that "Moon" Emlyn handed to everyone.

'The followers of the "Original Moon", the Abraham family, seem to dislike their evil god. Isn't this too pitiful!? '

After taking a deep breath, the Magician circled around the Tarot Club members whose lowest level was "Sequence Six" and asked in a very "humble" manner, seeking advice:

"Everyone, I always feel that there are many gods who hold the power of the 'moon'. Could it be the 'original moon'?"

The "magician" paused at this point. She wanted to ask if the "primitive moon" was the ancient goddess Lilith.

Or maybe the "Original Moon" was the incarnation of the "Goddess of Night", but when she thought of "Moon" Emlyn's protection of the blood race and his basic reverence for the gods, she didn't dare to say it out loud.

After all, no matter how advanced the Tarot Club is, she is just a small Sequence Seven.

"Oh, you might want to ask Russell about this. He's been to the moon before, so who knows if he's had a taste of the 'original moon'."

Klein the Fool, who sat at the head of the long bronze table, was secretly complaining in his heart, and at the same time, he was secretly confused.

After all, many strange things in the extraordinary world are more or less related to the red moon.

"Oh my god, this is not something you should know!"

Roselle, who had been silent and watching calmly, curled his lips. Just as he was about to say something to change the subject, he heard the young man's voice that made his eyes go dark, saying:
"I think you can ask Roselle about this question. He is most familiar with the original moon. You may not know that Roselle once landed on the moon. Who knows how many of his descendants there are~"

“He is also familiar with the witch.” Klein the Fool raised the corner of his mouth and added in a calm tone.

Mr. Fool’s addition was like a hammer, causing everyone in the Tarot Club to turn their attention over.

After all, this person can understand Roselle's diary. If there is anyone in the world who knows Roselle best, apart from his relatives, it is probably Mr. Fool who often reads the diary.

You backstabbed me!?
Hearing this unexpected slander, the "Emperor" suddenly became restless. He did not expect that Ron, who had discussed how to persecute his fellow villagers before the party, would choose to go along with them at this critical moment.

Oh shit!

"How about I reveal my identity to clarify the rumors? No, no, the taste of a witch is indeed very good and if I reveal my identity, people will believe me. Otherwise, I can find another topic to change the subject. No, that guy will never let me go so easily. Changing the subject is useless."

Just as Russell Gustav's mind was racing, the "magician" Fors laughed awkwardly and said:

"Mr. Destiny, you are such a joke. Emperor Roselle has been dead for almost two hundred years."

"Why do you ask that? Are you summoning the spirits of the dead like a village wizard?"

The "magician" twitched his lips, but still didn't say what was on his mind.

Hearing this, Roselle felt much more at ease.

"Yes, that's right. I'm just a dead man. I don't care about the flood after I die."

However, before the huge rock in Russell Gustav's heart fell to the ground, he heard the devilish voice of the young man:
"Wasn't Roselle sitting there? Didn't you guys notice?"

In an instant, the atmosphere above the gray fog became extremely quiet, as if time had stopped at that moment.

"I'm stupid!?"

The "Emperor" was so frightened by these words that he shuddered all over and even shouted out his native language. This was totally inconsistent with the script that he and Ron had discussed, and it was totally inconsistent with the hidden plan to persecute fellow villagers.

Didn't we agree to have fun together? You, you, you...
What fun!!!

At this point, Roselle still didn't understand that "He" had become the new fun, or rather, the premeditated fun.

At this moment, he felt that all the eyes of the Tarot Club were looking at him. There was astonishment, scrutiny, disbelief, suspicion, speculation, and two looks that were filled with both astonishment and anger.

He tilted his head slightly to look over and found that the two gazes were coming from the bottom and the top of the long bronze table.

Silently, Russell Gustav shuddered.

So your name is Russell! ?

Originally, Klein couldn't figure out why the "Emperor" was so special, but with Ron's backstab, he understood everything in an instant.

You know your own situation, and you can think with your ass what is the purpose of Roselle disguised as the "Emperor" coming to Tarot.

This bastard came here to laugh at his joke!
Klein glared at Ron, who was sitting upright and acting as if he had nothing to do with the matter. Then he controlled the dummy "World" and spoke hoarsely:

“I heard from Mr. Fool that Emperor Roselle seemed to have raised a witch. I don’t know if it’s true or not. This is the truth he saw in his diary.”

“Also, I learned from Mr. Fool that Emperor Roselle seemed to have been hurt by the Count of Champagne. Is this true?”

"Mr. Emperor, is this true?"

come!Hurt each other!

Mr. Fool smiled and leaned back peacefully on the high-backed bronze chair, waiting for Roselle Gustav’s answer.

As for whether the other party is real or not, the sentence "Fuck" has already explained it all.

'You will definitely fail this question. If you say no, then you are just trying to cover up your guilt. After all, the identity of the "Emperor" was given by Ron, and as a god, Ron is absolutely right.

If you say yes, then it is a perfect admission. I will spend money to translate the diary into a book and sell it at a low price for the general public to read.'

"Uh, you, you"

The "Emperor" Roselle froze in place for a moment, the fiery gazes around him making his scalp numb.

"Damn it, why didn't I see that this fellow villager was such a mean person before? Is my reputation going to be ruined by this?"

(End of this chapter)