Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 558: Boss Ron is so funny!

Hidden under the gray fog, Roselle Gustav stroked his delicate mustache and said in a deep voice:

"There is strange pollution underground in Trier, and the danger level is very high!"

"Are you scared?" Ron said nonchalantly.

What a coward!

"This is called a real man who can bend and stretch!"

Hearing this infuriating taunt, Roselle Gustav's mouth twitched.

"As expected of you, Roselle, you can speak so eloquently even if you are cowardly. This is called professionalism."

Seeing his fellow countryman being so shameless, Klein the Fool sneered in his heart.

However, he did not interrupt, but instead controlled the dummy "world" to speak sarcastically:
"Mr. Emperor, you have been in Trier for so many years and you still can't solve this hidden danger?"

The knife you use to stab your fellow villager should be quick and soft.

Roselle was stunned for a moment, then reacted and his teeth were almost broken.

Klein's words seemed to be just concern, but in reality, they were mocking Roselle's cowardly nature.

These two guys have been mixed up with each other without realizing it, and backstabbing and mocking each other has become commonplace.

If it were still the last era, they would probably have argued over the title of "godfather" until their faces turned red.

Roselle looked at Mr. Fool's trumpet with disdain, shook his feathers, and said disdainfully:

"Bah, running dog!"

He did not give Klein a chance to continue speaking, and said to Ron quickly:
"Just tell me whether you care or not. I always ask the organization to help me when I have troubles. You won't refuse to help me, right?!"

Ron pondered for a while, and said with innocent eyes:

"Emperor Roselle once said that if there are difficulties, we should face them head-on. If there are no difficulties, we should create them and move on!"

"You... can't do it?"

"If you have any difficulties, you can tell us~"

Patting Russell on the shoulder, Ron comforted him with a serious face, as if he was afraid that this guy had suffered some injustice.

you! ! !
Shit, could it be that these two bastards knew about the person in the mirror and saw the female version of me! ?

The thought of social death exploded in his mind, and his sharp eyes like a knife were cast at Ron who was calm and composed.
The corner of his eye flickered towards The Fool in the depths of the grey fog. The Emperor Roselle looked for a long time but could not see the slightest clue.

The Man in the Mirror is a strange creature. If a reconciliation can be reached in a normal manner, then He, Huang Tao, wouldn't mind having a taste of himself.

Perhaps it was because he knew himself too well. No matter what he did, the female person in the mirror who was modeled after himself was unwilling to pay attention to him and even kept opposing him.

This is very embarrassing. If this problem cannot be solved, the work cannot be carried out. If the missionary work is not done well, Ron Sothoth will probably eat him alive at a certain time.

How can this be good?

For a moment, even someone as strong as Roselle couldn't think of any good solution.

"I'm having a problem and you're just going to watch me like this!?"

Hearing this, Ron shook his head, his eyes full of mockery as if he was watching a good show.

At the beginning, he didn't know what had happened to Roselle, but based on some information later and the instinctive connection with the "City of Disaster", Ron realized the plight of his old father.

It’s not that Roselle can’t solve the problem, but that He is too embarrassed to ask others to solve the problem.

I'm afraid no one can accept a sissy version of myself.

As for Klein, he was just fawning on the sidelines.

Although he didn't know what happened, he knew there was no problem in following Ron and bullying others.

After thinking it over again, Klein changed the posture of his body hidden behind the gray fog and gently tapped the edge of the long bronze table.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.
This privilege that only belongs to Mr. Fool immediately attracted everyone's attention. Klein spoke calmly:

"do not waste time."

As the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." After being with Ron for so long, even an honest man like Klein has become tainted with evil.

Although Mr. Fool's words are concise, the main idea is that you should speak quickly if you have something to say and fart quickly.

You bastard, you were obviously not like this before!

Russell was stunned, feeling mixed emotions, and he was too exhausted to complain about his fellow countrymen.

But Ron would not let Him go. The young man looked around, raised his chin slightly and said:
"I've heard that Trier in the Fourth Epoch is located underground in Trier today. There is a strange phenomenon called the Man in the Mirror."

"The birth of the Man in the Mirror is inseparable from the original witch, and to a large extent, it has a very special meaning to the 'witches' and 'hunters'."

Man in the mirror?
"Justice", "Hanged Man", "Magician", "Hermit" and others turned their gazes to Ron again, quietly waiting for the answer from this omniscient being.

The blond boy lived up to everyone's expectations. He looked at the glaring Russell with a serious face and said:
"And you, my friend, the person in your mirror is not a woman, is it? Is it? Is it?"

The person in the mirror! ? Female! ?

This extremely novel viewpoint and bold conjecture immediately made the noble lady open her eyes slightly wide.

Even though Audrey felt that she had matured a lot compared to before, she was still intrigued by this strange phenomenon from the mysterious world.

In particular, this matter also involves the legendary Emperor Roselle.

"No, He is no longer a legend. Emperor Roselle is sitting in front of me. But why do I always feel like my imagination has been shattered?"

Her emerald green eyes glanced at The Fool, Fate, and The Emperor, and Audrey twitched the corner of her mouth imperceptibly.

She didn't know why, but she always felt that when these three big men got together, they were as childish as children who had just learned to walk.

"Perhaps this is the key to maintaining one's self at the god level? Or maybe it's the mathematical equivalent of two negatives equal a positive? But the person in the mirror is really magical. There is actually such a thing. What does a female Emperor Roselle look like? Wearing a short skirt? With exquisite makeup?"

Thinking of this, the noble lady shuddered. The scene was so beautiful that even the audience couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

If Ron wore a skirt, she would be like a green leaf against a delicate flower, but Roselle
"Mr. Fate, is this true? Does it mean that everyone has a corresponding person in the mirror? Will they come out and replace us?"

'For example, a prince fell in love with a noble lady, but on the first night of their marriage, he suddenly discovered that his wife's dominant hand had become her left hand.'

Different from Audrey's fantasy about the mysterious world, the writer adhered to her professionalism and used her imagination to imagine a horror story.

Hearing this question, Ron raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled:

"That's a Trier specialty, it can't be sold all over the world. If the difference isn't too big, it can definitely replace the original owner."

"But what's important now is not this, but how to help our fellow members of the Tarot Club!"

"We cannot sit idly by when our companions are in trouble, and Mr. Emperor is in a difficult situation. Perhaps you can give him some advice?"

After saying this in a high-sounding manner, he turned his head and said to Russell:

"I know you're embarrassed to say it, but it's okay, I'm here to help you overcome this difficulty!"

I overcame all the difficulties. Is this the difficulty I have to overcome?!
You are so shameless!!!
Roselle's back teeth were about to break. Just as he was about to retort, he heard the young man speak first:

"Hey, I have an idea!"

"Roselle, I remember that you have a good relationship with most ladies. I have a bottle of deadly poison here. As long as you can trick your female mirror image into bed, at the critical moment..."

"cough!"

Hearing this, Klein the Fool, who was at the top of the gray fog, quickly coughed.

You better shut up! It's getting more and more outrageous!

The Tarot Club asked you to say this! ?
Why didn't you tell me in private so I could review it! ?

Klein felt that he was too careless today and actually let down his guard against the little brat.

And I believe that Ron won't cause any trouble, how is that possible! ?
The blond boy curled his lips and gave up trying to fool poor Mr. Fool.

His expression did not change, but his tone became unusually serious, and he said to Russell:

"You are so boring. There is no interest at all."

"I will solve your problem myself."

As he spoke, Ron took out a bright new mirror from his pocket and continued:
"The power of the man in the mirror comes from the City of Disaster, and this mirror has its mark. You can mobilize some of the authority of the City of Disaster and seal the man in the mirror inside."

Roselle was stunned, and inexplicably had a strong sense of déjà vu. "If I call you, will you dare to answer?"

?

What weird things are you talking about?

The blond boy paused for a moment and looked at Roselle like a fool.

"If this mirror really has this ability, wouldn't it suck yourself in if you called your own name?!"

No, you don't understand...

Roselle pouted and muttered something in his heart, then put away the mirror and sat there without expressing any more thoughts.

Although he was very confident that he could ask Ron for a solution, when he actually succeeded, he felt a feeling worse than eating shit.

Having concluded this topic, the Tarot Club came to an end.

After discussing some knowledge in the field of mysticism, this Tarot Club came to an end.

As figures disappeared one after another, Ron's posture in the bronze chair became more and more unbridled.

When only he and Klein were left in the vast gray foggy space, the young man swaggered and crossed his legs over the long bronze table.

Seeing that Ron didn't treat him as an outsider, Klein was speechless for a moment. The question he wanted to ask went around in his mouth and returned to his stomach.

"Ron, are you okay!?"

He hurried to the boy and touched the blond boy's body with his hands, fearing that Ron was now a disabled person with missing limbs.

"Such a big thing, why didn't you tell me!?"

Klein asked in a somewhat tough tone.

The original body is asleep, how can the clone be any better?

Mr. Fool is still Mr. Fool after all. The real vision above Sefirah Castle still allows him to see the boy’s weakness.

"Don't touch me, take your hands away!"

The blond boy shook off Klein's hand unhappily, and then said in a gentle and comforting tone:

"Humph, the emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is. You talk as if you can solve it!"

Damn you!
Hearing this, Klein's face darkened and he resisted the urge to slap the little brat in the face.

After a long silence, the boy lowered his head in frustration when he saw Klein staring at him.

His little face was full of grievance, and he said with a slightly sad tone:
“Klein, I’m dying…”

how come! ?

So sudden! ?
Klein Moretti's heart was shaken, and his first reaction was that Ron, that bastard, was lying to him.

However, the kind-hearted cult leader watched again and again and found that the emotions revealed by the blond boy did not seem fake. Combined with Ron's gesture of leaving a last will before leaving, and his behavior of bringing Russell back and letting him join the Tarot Club, Klein had to come to a terrible guess.

"Ron, you."

Klein the Fool choked up, his eyes slightly red. He took a deep breath, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, and tentatively asked:
"Ron, can you give me all your inheritance?"

In the past, if Klein said this, the blond boy would be furious and would definitely beat his brains out.

But this time, the blond boy just pursed his lips in grievance, and finally nodded silently without saying anything.

Damn, this can't be true! ?

There seemed to be a thunder explosion in his mind. Klein opened his mouth in confusion, wishing he could slap himself in the face.

Taking a deep breath, he walked forward and placed his palm on Ron's shoulder. Suddenly, the atmosphere above the gray fog became extremely heavy.

"Ron, is there anything you want me to do?" After the atmosphere was silent for a few minutes, Klein asked in a gentle tone.

Hearing this, the boy nodded silently, his voice hoarse and low.

"I want to see you juggle, just like you did the first time in my church."

After that, he added, "You need a wheelbarrow."

?

Isn't this right?

Klein almost couldn't breathe because of this outrageous request. He looked at Ron in surprise, feeling as if his brain wasn't enough.

"Klein, you really do dislike me. It's because I always tease people and get disliked by them."

"No, Ron, let me explain."

"I don't listen! I don't listen! I don't listen!"

The blond boy shook his head and wiped away his tears pretending to be strong, while trying his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that kept turning up.

"Unless you bring this with you!"

Suddenly, Ron pulled out a red nose from his pocket and shoved it into Klein's face.

Where did you get this thing from!?

Klein was stunned for a moment, then he looked at the boy whose brows were relaxed and eyes were full of expectation and nostalgia. He gritted his teeth, took the red nose and pressed it against his own nose.

Seeing this scene, the handsome boy immediately showed a very kind smile on his face. His eyes widened and he pointed at the wheelbarrow on the bronze table and called out:
"Klein, this is my last wish."

"."

"I am grateful that you chose me as your last wish, but I did not want it to be this way at all."

Mr. Fool hesitated again and again, and although he always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with Ron no matter how hard he tried.

He looked around at the gray fog in a daze, wondering if there was something dirty in it.

Without spending too much time thinking, Klein finally rode on the unicycle on top of the "Source Castle". Wearing a red nose and white gloves, he kept throwing three daggers in the air.

"Pfft."

Faintly, the clown in the acrobatics suddenly heard a laugh. He quickly looked at Ron, but found that the boy was just looking at him quietly, without the slightest smile on his face.

Klein retracted his gaze and focused on the dagger in his hand again, but in the next second.
"Pfft."

There was another sneer, and Klein, who was juggling, immediately turned his gaze and stared at Ron and the illusory, featureless, pale mask in his hand with the symbol of "Fool" engraved on its forehead.

You definitely laughed just now! ?
Looking at Klein Moretti's stupid yet wise eyes, the blond boy tried his best to suppress the corners of his mouth. With his current connection with the "Lord of Mysteries", it was not strange for him to master some extraordinary abilities of the "Fortune Teller" through some means.

But pirated products are not as useful as the original ones after all. Seeing the usually shrewd Klein showing such a stupid look, Ron couldn't hold it in even though he had the extraordinary ability of the Joker.

The next moment, he suddenly threw away the mask in his hand, slapped the long bronze table with his right hand, and laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.

“Hahahahahaha, Klein, hahahahahahahaha!”

"Hahahahaha you are so smart"

"Hahahaha. You actually believed it. You believed it before I even did anything to fool me?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

The shrill laughter was like the whistle of a steam train, instantly breaking through the clear stupidity in Klein's eyes.

No, that’s not right!!!

How could I believe such an obvious lie?
He was stunned for a moment, his brown pupils suddenly widened, and then he finally reacted.

At this moment, the scene on Sefirah Castle was extremely funny. Mr. Fool stood there in a daze, looking like a clown. He frowned and moved his lips from time to time, as if he was thinking about some world-class problem.

Click!

The sound of a camera shutter entered his brain from his ears, startling Klein. His face turned red with disbelief.

"How dare you take photos? Delete them!!!"

"Ron Sothos, I want you to die!!!"

"From today on, you are expelled from the Tarot Club!!!"

The Tarot Club lives up to its reputation as a pest.

(End of this chapter)