Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 556: Impotent Rage 6K in
"Damn it! We have already given in step by step, what else does He want!?"

"Are you really going to tear your face off with us and fight to the death?!"

"This won't benefit anyone!"

Angry roars were heard from the elegantly decorated palace filled with brass or dark gold.

Immediately afterwards, there was a series of crisp crackling sounds.

Wooden tables and chairs were scattered everywhere, and candlesticks and swords were thrown on the ground at random.

The shadows throughout the palace seemed to come alive, swaying and twisting in the dim yellow candlelight, like the most chaotic and deepest order.

“I want Him to die!!!”

Impotent rage is probably the only thing George III can do now.

Ever since Ron Sothoth came to Loen, the royal family, which had no shortage of angels and zero-level seals, quickly became aware of his existence.

After all, there were so many angels and demigods coming in and out of Williams Street that it was almost as crowded as Backlund's magic cave.

The Loen military is not a curly-haired baboon, so they would not even be able to detect this.

The huge brass palace was empty. George III, wearing a crown and with a round face, sat slumped on the brass throne, muttering:

"The old days, the pillars, the ancient gods, the creators of all things, the unifier of all things..."

"Why do you always pick on me?"

The current King of Loen's head almost exploded when he thought of the fragments of words in ancient history or from the mouths of certain beings in the spiritual world.

This guy sounds so awesome, but the only one who can be compared to him is the God in the Second Era, who is said to be the creator of everything and the omniscient and almighty God.

"Damn it! I should have known that I shouldn't have maintained the balance and appeased the three major churches by not contacting them. No, even if I did contact them, what would happen!?"

"Even if everyone in the royal family is willing to accept it, the three major churches will definitely not agree. If one believer is taken away, there will be one less believer. Besides..."

"Colonization of the Southern Continent, this is an irreconcilable contradiction!"

Click!

A loud noise came from the brass throne, and a palm mark suddenly appeared on the exquisitely carved part of the right armrest.

George III's eyes were red, like a gambler who had lost everything, and he couldn't stop complaining:

"What's so good about the Southern Continent? Isn't Loen hundreds of times more powerful than there? If you were looking for me, why would the situation develop into this?"

"You can tolerate the Rose School, you can tolerate the Seven Gods, I just want to become a god, and it's just a small price to pay, why do you have to pretend to be a saint at a time like this?"

Jealousy can make people unrecognizable. An existence that surpasses the ancient sun god is worth everyone's investment at all costs.

Unfortunately, He understood this truth too late.

Ever since Roselle returned and lost the uniqueness of the Black Emperor and the three-part sequence, George III, who often appeared on banknotes with a mustache, always felt uneasy.

It was an unknown feeling, a fear that he was abandoned by the whole world and no one would ever look at him again.

History will tell what the fate of a chess piece that has lost its usefulness will be. George III did not think that this matter would just pass so quietly.

In the past, He could have made all the gods accept Him by becoming the Black Emperor.

But now, He has lost all the chips on the gambling table...

"There must be someone behind Roselle's resurrection... From what we can see now, it can only be Him!"

"Damn, damn!!!"

"They are all Black Emperors, why can't it be me!? Why can't it be me!?"

For a while, Shinobu thinks more and more angry, and takes a step back and thinks more and more losses.

In the eyes of George III, since Ron had earned such a huge profit in Loen, he must be a good comrade who tied the entire Loen to the chariot.

Guaranteed to win!
But now it seems that the other party is indeed highly bound to Rune, but not to the royal family.

This put the Loen royal family in an awkward situation.

It can be said that the old Lord has turned into a tentacle monster - neither human inside nor outside.

Especially at the banquet, after Ron produced the evidence of his crime.

I think anyone can see what he is thinking.

At this time, a burst of hurried footsteps was heard in the empty, messy and dimly lit palace.

Viscount Stratford came from outside the palace and said hurriedly:
"Your Majesty, the archbishops of the three major churches are asking to see you outside the palace. They said, they said, they want you to give an explanation..."

The forehead of the chief palace guard was covered with sweat. Although he did not participate in the banquet last night due to his status, he was still able to learn some details based on the intelligence from MI9.

Although MI9 stopped the spread of the news as soon as possible and recovered most of the "royal black material", many people still learned the news.

"Hahaha, explain? What else do they want to explain!?"

There was a hint of resentment in George III's tone.

Damn it, if you are really that capable of jumping out to cause trouble at this time, why don’t you let your God become the Old One! ?

Trash, all trash!!!
Taking two deep breaths and abandoning the fantasy of wanting God to return to his old self, George III said calmly:

"Don't they just want to get involved in the military? Go and tell them that I allow the Mandated Punishers, Nighthawks, and Mechanical Heart members to hold some important military positions."

“Notify both the House of Commons and the House of Lords and ask them to pass the Poor Law, Labor Law, and Religious Law revised by the church as quickly as possible.”

"besides……"

At this point, the crowned king gritted his teeth and finally said:

"Govington Augustus II is greedy for pleasure and suffers from a very serious mental illness. He colluded with some military personnel to secretly manipulate the slave trade in the North and South Continents, thereby maintaining secret contacts with the nobles of Intis, Feysac, Feynaport, and Lenburg."

"He tried to subvert the entire country, and he deserved this!"

"Just tell them so, that's it!"

Now, the only three major churches that the royal family can win over.

If they could win over the people properly, give up some of their own interests, and put aside their connection with the slave trade, they might be able to stabilize the status of the Loen royal family.

…………

"Gwenton Augustus II attempted rebellion, murdered his father and mother, colluded with enemy countries, and secretly controlled the population trade across the northern and southern continents..."

After shaking the Honest Morning Post on the dining table, Ron picked up the sugared liquor and took a sip.

The witch lady beside him put a piece of fried fragrant bacon on the boy's plate and said in a flattering manner:

"Master, the Loen royal family is so ungrateful. If it were me, I would have given the throne to you long ago."

The blond boy glanced at the witch strangely, and then nodded silently.

As we all know, the Riddler is the exclusive domain of the gods in this world.

Alia, who only knew how to flatter, guessed correctly that the reason why Ron did such a thing in public was nothing more than to undermine the prestige of the Loen royal family, or to make the other party give in voluntarily.

This is the most convenient and reasonable way.

Of course, Ron is the Riddler because he is thin-skinned.

After all, one cannot be too proactive in such matters. It all depends on whether the Loen royal family is sensible.

Besides, Ron can't just shout on the street, "I'll give you 50, and give the throne to me," right?

The blond boy put down the newspaper, and there was some indescribable emotion between his handsome eyebrows.

At the end, he raised his chin slightly, snorted disdainfully and said:

"How cruel, giving up on your own son just like that. But then again, sons do play a lot of roles in this world."

"Let's not talk about the distant past. Let's just talk about Amon, the unfilial son. Although he was not familiar with his father, he still helped the ancient sun god a lot and avoided being completely eaten up."

"Tsk, and King Loen is the same, he puts all the blame on his son, making me want one too..."

Hearing the boy's whisper, Alia's light blue eyes suddenly sparkled.

She secretly glanced at her incredibly handsome master, then immediately stood up and patted her chest.

It was as if to say, Master, I can!

Seeing this scene, Ron rolled his eyes at the witch who had been coveting his body for a long time and still had the evil intention to do so.

"No, you can't. Your stupidity makes me really helpless."

Feeling the gaze that wanted to "eat him alive", Ron had no doubt that if it weren't for his identity and strength, this evil witch would have drugged him.

Taking a deep breath, the boy changed the subject:
"Are the things I arranged progressing?"

"Yes, Master. We are currently only operating those charitable enterprises in Backlund. In Roselle's words, this is a pilot project."

"In the past two days, we have acquired a total of 21 small textile factories, three large chemical factories, and ten medium-sized ceramic factories..."

"These are all properties of bankrupt businessmen. The prices are not too expensive. If you expand on these, more people will definitely know your name."

"As for the sales of the factory, we can sell it to the southern continent. They can pay money or exchange it with specialty goods. We have no shortage of shipping routes and ships. We can make a lot of money by shipping the specialty goods back and forth."

For other businessmen, this is business, but for Ron, who owns a vast territory, this is nothing more than the exchange of materials between the north and the south, with each side taking what they need.

There is no loss if you transfer money from your left hand to your right hand. If there is no loss, then it is profit, right?

"If that poor bastard Klein knew about this, wouldn't he be crying his eyes out? Well, I remember that he returned to Backlund pretending to be a rich man in order to invest and make money. Maybe he had other purposes, such as contacting some upper-class people and obtaining the magic potion formula of the trickster from another place?"

Ron shook his head to get rid of the chaotic thoughts, and then he focused on the dinner in front of him.

He cut a piece of ham, chewed it carefully, and squinted his eyes in enjoyment. Seeing that this topic was over, Alia opened her mouth, and finally said in a voice like a bird's song:

"Master, I saw someone yesterday. From what I could see, she was probably a demigod-level witch."

The young man didn't care and waved his hand:
"What did she say? Don't say anything that's useless."

Alia's expression became serious, which was unusual for her, and she said, "She said that she is willing to help you deal with the Royal Family of Loen."

"Tsk~" Ron sneered, "A demigod, helping me? What kind of joke are you telling?"

It has always been Master Ron who rewards others from a high position, but this time, the situation turned against him.

You said helping is just a matter of words, but Mr. Ron, who is very concerned about his reputation, needs to consider a lot.

"Master, even though that girl was very secretive, I could sense that something about her aura was very familiar. I will never forget that dirty, filthy, and evil aura in my life."

"The original witch's divine vessel?" Ron raised his eyebrows and gave the most reasonable and most likely possibility.

Hearing this, Miss Witch was shocked, "Master, do you know her?"

"No, I guessed."

How can a normal person guess so accurately? It's really boring to talk to you.
The suspense that Ron had pre-constructed in his mind was blocked by his mouth, and the conversation that was originally full of interest and could bring the master and servant closer became a dry conversation.

It feels like picking up a thousand pounds on the street. You go home with a good mood to share this good thing with your family, and let your family guess the specific amount, leaving suspense and keeping the interest.

As a result, the answer was guessed as soon as the question was asked, as if the video suddenly froze when I was trying to solve it by hand.

"Tell me, how does she want to help me? Or why does she want to help me?" The boy raised his head, staring at Alia with his bright golden eyes. "Maybe she has the bargaining chip I want?"

When you feel sleepy, someone will come and bring you a pillow.

As it happens, the uniqueness of the original witch has not been determined yet, and now the opportunity has come.

Isn’t this a kind of aggregation effect?
"Master, according to my investigation, she seems to be doing this for a deceased prince, Edessac Augustus."

"Huh? Being a prince in Loen is really a high-risk job. Hugh, I remember that guy last year, his body hasn't even rotted yet, right?"

"Fors, it's Edessac Augustus. I heard that he was seduced by the witch and colluded with the Aurora Society. He is preparing to launch a terrorist attack in Backlund and try to seize the throne."

In a rented house in the Hillston area, two figures, one tall and one short, were circling around the Honest Morning Post, expressing their own opinions.

"Oh, King Rune is so miserable. How hated is he that his two biological sons colluded with the evil cult and nobles from other countries to assassinate him?"

The 1.65-meter-tall, lazy and decadent best-selling novelist took a deep breath, unable to understand how such an outrageous thing could exist in the world.

Even a third-rate novelist couldn't write such a plot.

In just a moment, she seemed to have imagined a royal drama that challenged moral ethics.

'Perhaps, the king and the prince fell in love with the same woman at the same time, or perhaps the prince hooked up with the king's mistress, or maybe it was just the opposite.'

However, before Fors Wall could come up with a more outrageous idea, Xio Dilcha pinched the soft flesh on her lower back hard.

"Fors, can you please think of something better? Can you please not be so dirty?"

The bounty hunter's tone was filled with disappointment.

Hearing this, Fors was stunned, and said with a guilty conscience:

"Xiu, please don't wrongly accuse me. How do you know what I'm thinking?"

However, the bounty hunter did not give her any chance to refute. He rolled his eyes at her and said:

"Before you say that, please stop drooling. And don't you notice that when you write a story that touches the line, you always have that expression on your face. I'm embarrassed to say anything to you!"

Yes, is it?

Is it that obvious!?

"Ahahahaha, how could I possibly write something like that?"

Rubbing her face in panic, the writer laughed it off as usual, trying to get away with it.

Hugh Dilcha ignored him and just picked up the newspaper. He looked at the news published in the Honest Man newspaper more seriously and asked in confusion:

"Fors, do you feel that this happened a little too suddenly? It's like you suddenly stopped drinking the day before yesterday and used the excuse of quitting drinking to cover up the fact that you had no money."

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"Xiu, why is your mouth so poisonous? How can you say such cold words?"

"Damn it, I was discovered so easily!? After purchasing the extraordinary materials, I really don't have much money before the next month's manuscript fee is settled. Maybe I should go out with Xio to look for commissions. I can't let her support me."

After opening her mouth, Miss Writer still couldn't come up with a suitable excuse to evade the question. She sighed, turned her head and looked at her roommate, whose eyes were drooping and whose face was full of stories, and said:
"Do you think that the experiences of these two princes are related to your father's experience?"

Xio.Dilcha nodded silently, and then shook his head silently, which made Fors stunned.

"It's just a hunch. The charges given by the royal family are all conspiracy to rebel. Generally speaking, they don't give the prisoners a chance to refute the charges. So they must have touched on something very serious, so they killed them without hesitation."

Hearing this, Fors Wall also nodded and sighed:
"George III is such a cruel man."

As soon as she finished speaking, she comforted the bounty hunter beside her:

"Don't worry, Xio, I will definitely help you!"

I shrink back in tarot cards, but I strike hard in the real world.

The confidence that Master Ron brings is so powerful.

Steam train station, Hillston.

Alger Wilson, carrying a suitcase, with a weathered face and dark blue-black hair as messy as seaweed, looked around with burning eyes.

"Backlund, I'm back!"

He was wearing a bishop's robe, and his bulging muscles were hidden underneath, but when he walked, one could still see his muscular body.

Although among pirates, Alger Wilson's temperament was considered civilized.

However, in Backlund, a metropolis where the average combat power per capita is equal to five, the pirate leader's unique temperament was immediately highlighted.

"I hope this trip will yield some results. No, my knowledge has surpassed my previous self, and my ability has also surpassed my previous self. This is a gamble, and I must seize the opportunity."

"Demigod? Archbishop of the Church of Storms? He is nothing in front of an angel!"

After participating in so many Tarot Clubs, Alger has slightly raised his ideals and vision for the future.

Moreover, with Ron giving him the formula for the potion that could lead him directly to the angel, as well as the Tarot Club, wandering around the sea to complete the church mission didn't seem that important.

After all, given his background and status, he probably has no hope of becoming a demigod in the church in this lifetime.

In this case, why not try another path.

"Destiny has reminded me before that if I want to go further, I can try to go to Backlund. There must be opportunities for me here."

If anyone else had said this to Alger, he would have certainly turned a blind eye and would have robbed the nasty guy who had deceived him of everything and thrown him into the sea to feed the sharks.

But the one who said this was a real god, an ancient god who had existed from ancient times to the present day.

This makes it worth it for him to give up the sea and return to the city to take a chance.

"Is this a prophecy about me? Maybe 'fate' has foreseen something and told me in advance how the prophecy at the divine level will be fulfilled."

"No, Mr. Fool's follower was also in Backlund before. It was Gehrman Sparrow? What are the gods planning? What do they want?"

It feels good to imagine it for a while, and it feels good all the time if you keep imagining it.

As soon as an idea came into his mind, Alger Wilson would quickly bring it in and try to analyze the purpose of the gods in various ways.

At this moment, before all his thoughts came to an end, he suddenly saw a burly but gentle-looking young man nod to him and say with a smile:
"Are you the 'captain' sent by the church?"

"To be honest, there aren't many people as loyal as you. I let you and the sailors drift away, and you actually completed one mission after another without any compromise, which is enough to prove your loyalty to the church."

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Bert Smith, the senior deacon of the Storm Church, and I'll be your boss from now on."

"Due to your achievements and your current strength, the church has decided to make you a deacon, the kind that leads a small team. Do a good job, young man. I have high hopes for you!"

Looking at the bustling crowd around him, Alger's mouth twitched.

In such a public place, the conversation could be considered confidential information within the church.
"Whether on the sea or on land, the style of the Church of Storms is the same, and the word loyal does not apply to me. To some extent, you are quite accurate in judging people."

“May the storm be with you!”

Alger hit his left chest with his right fist and responded loudly with a "loyal" look on his face.

3pm.

The crimson stars transformed into human figures, filling the gaps on the bronze-backed chairs.

Ron, who missed a Tarot meeting, looked around and found that there were neither more people nor fewer people.

Mr. Fool is still the same, still a fake, without any change.

'No, the uniqueness of the Fool has been incorporated into my body. Normally speaking, I am the Fool.'

Ron thought so and glanced at Klein, who relaxed and then became nervous, and Russell, who looked like he had lost all hope in life and tried to pretend to be cool but failed.

After a little assumption and thinking in his mind, the blond boy roughly guessed the whole picture.

"Roselle's character was probably just showing off at the last gathering, but at the Tarot Club, I've told him a lot of advanced knowledge and the secrets of the gods. He's probably like his fellow countryman, and there's no way he can show off again."

"Tsk, everyone hates Russell, but everyone wants to be Russell."

He sighed silently in his heart, but before Ron could make any move, he heard a familiar and cheerful greeting.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Destiny~"

(End of this chapter)