Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 561: Lu Yan
"A ruthless person? If you mean he stayed up late at night and sneaked into the sewers, then he is indeed a ruthless person..."

Suppressing the thoughts in his mind, Dwayne Dantès asked:

"Ruthless? How cruel?"

Crane obviously thought Ron was joking with him.

If that's the case, then the great detective Sherlock Moriarty can also be considered a ruthless person.

Hearing this, the blond boy shook his ponytail and said with a gossipy look on his face:

"Just now, I explored his past and future and found some interesting things..."

"He was having an affair with a witch, and yet he remained quite rational and measured."

Seeing Klein frowning, Ron rushed forward, put his head in front of Klein, and said with a smile:
"Of course, this is not the main reason. The most complicated problem lies with that witch. She is the vessel of the original witch's divine descent!"

"How is it? Is it cruel enough?"

"..."

Hearing this, Klein rolled his eyes.

He stretched out his hand, pushed Ron back to his seat, and then raised the corner of his mouth and said:

"If it was Russell, he would probably be more ruthless than anyone else."

After whispering to his fellow countryman, Klein turned around and said:

"I know everything you said. I used some means to divine what happened. I also know the real name of the witch and what she looked like before she turned into a woman."

Mr. Fool’s tone was extremely complicated, as if he had actually witnessed the birth of a guy with a very twisted gender and psychology.

Before the beautiful boy could express his opinion, Klein suddenly interrupted:

"Ron, you're not attracted to her, are you? Perhaps you prefer the original witch type?"

This bastard, why is his speech becoming more and more rude?!
Ron cursed in his heart, but pretended to be calm and said:

"You guessed right. In a sense, I do want to eat up the original witch completely..."

"But Klein, this is not the most important thing, do you understand?"

"That is the vessel of the original witch's descent. Those who are not paranoid, crazy, or twisted enough will not be favored by Him."

The handsome young man with gentle golden eyes nodded as he slept here. He looked as harmless as the most exquisitely crafted life-size doll.

"So, when are people most paranoid? When they are most helpless, most fearful, and most desperate!"

Hearing the young man beside him say this, Klein frowned slightly, as if he realized that the beautiful boy was not talking nonsense when he came to him today.

"Ron, what do you want to do?"

"What?"

"Of course, to destroy her little, stupid, pitiful plans and give her the heaviest blow and despair."

"She wanted to use me as leverage to help Edessak Augustus get revenge."

"I will meet her as a god and reject her in person!"

Damn, you are so bad...

Although he is a wanted criminal who has killed many people and a dangerous cult member, is it really okay for you to play with people's hearts like this! ?
Besides, you look so skilled, you must have done this kind of wicked things a lot in your daily life! ?
Ron's words shocked Klein so much that his eyes almost popped out. He slightly suppressed his complicated emotions and pretended to be calm and asked:

"Then why don't you arrest her? What do you mean by telling me this?"

Hearing this, Ron hummed:

"Don't you think you look like a villain?"

"I want you to keep pressing her step by step, so that she is always in a dangerous environment, but at the same time not in a desperate situation."

"And as I just said, only those who are twisted enough, desperate enough, and paranoid enough can gain the favor of the Original Witch."

"The Original Witch is my enemy, but I can't find where Her real body is hiding now..."

Ever since Ron learned of Triss Chick's existence, he has been thinking about what to do to make the Original Witch descend to the Earth as powerfully as possible.

He thought of many methods, but without exception, there was no better way than to give despair.

"A dirty, broken, and paranoid container. Hum, worthless..."

"Don't worry, if you like, I will try my best to keep her alive and let you turn her into a secret doll. Then you can use her in any position you want."

To be honest, Klein felt uncomfortable every time a young man with impeccable looks and loved by young girls and older ladies told dirty jokes.

What a nice person, but it's a pity that he has such a broken mouth...

"What good would that do me? The witch is very dangerous, and she's a Sequence 5 witch. My puppet isn't even fully configured yet."

Klein tried to bargain, looking at Ron with anticipation in his eyes.

"That's easy. I'll go to the God-Forsaken Land and capture a Sequence 5 ghost for you. Although the monsters there are irrational, they are useful enough."

Ron didn't waste any time and immediately came to a full-length mirror. Without saying a word, he pulled Klein through the world in the mirror.

As a god in charge of the "City of Disaster", Ron also used the authority of the "Red Priest" and the "Original Witch".

Before Klein could react, he only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he saw a gray space.

This space is extremely spacious, and is dotted with mirrors of various sizes, styles, and regularities.

"What are you doing for me..."

Before he could finish his words, a thunderous sound exploded in his ears, and the thick and bottomless darkness in front of him was suddenly dispelled, and a ruin buried in the wilderness suddenly came into view.

"Here, I give it to you. Those resentful souls or evil spirits always like to attach themselves to mirrors, just like a bonfire in the dark. I can see it at a glance."

Ron said as he handed over a shattered shard of mirror.

Such a neat gesture and such an incredible method left Klein speechless.

What should I say at this time, or praise him or compliment him?

But does this make me look spineless?
After looking at the mirror fragment that the boy handed over and feeling the powerful spirit trapped inside, Klein shamelessly grabbed it.

Refined instantly!

Ron's free meal is a waste.

"At worst, I can work harder and make it up to him."

After soothing his few remaining consciences with a clear conscience, Klein’s eyes blurred again, and the scene around him turned into a living room in the afternoon sunshine.

Seeing this, the mysterious rich man sighed from the bottom of his heart:
"It's amazing. With this ability, can I easily move to another location as long as I have a mirror?"

Hearing this, the beautiful boy glanced at him disdainfully and said:

"You want to ask if this ability is convenient for escaping?"

That's called a strategic shift!

Klein twitched his lips, and dared only to refute in his mind, for fear that Ron would say something unpleasant again.

"Well, um, I have made some progress in your plan to win over the Loen military. Everyone in Loen's upper class knows that there is a mysterious wealthy man from the Disi Bay."

"They gave me a lucrative deal yesterday and asked me to go to the southern continent to resell a batch of arms."

Hearing Klein say this, the blond boy looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that this guy had such a strong diplomatic attribute and could get along well no matter where he went.

Ron walked around the living room, finally slumped down in a chair, waved his hand and said:

"You did a good job. There must be our people within the military. But why do you want to go there in person?" Do you think everyone is as lazy as you?

Klein said in his heart, and then asked:
"If I don't sell it, will you?"

Ron was shocked when he heard this, "Sell?"

"Klein, are you sacrificing so much!?"

Can you speak some human words?
"It's arms trafficking. That batch of goods was shipped directly to the southern continent by the military and cannot be transported by a private fleet!"

"Can you think of something healthy?"

Hearing this, the blond boy touched his chin as if nothing had happened and said in confusion:
"No, I mean, just to sell some arms and get a few tens of thousands of pounds, you'd have to go so far. How much of a sacrifice would that be?"

"What do you think?"

Klein was stunned by the question. It took him a long time to react and he said awkwardly:
"I thought, I thought, maybe I could earn a little more if I went there in person."

Damn it, you feel uncomfortable if you don’t have sex with me for a day!

Glancing at the boy's half-smile from the corner of his eye, Klein realized that he had been tricked again.

However, he did not criticize the beautiful boy's immoral behavior with words, but just stared at Ron with resentful eyes.

A few minutes later, the shameless Ron Sotos was defeated. He turned his blond head and coughed lightly.

"I have a route in the southern continent. It's a bit risky, but you don't have to go there in person."

"You just need to show that you have channels, demonstrate very high values ​​and true positions, and naturally someone will try to win you over. There is no shortage of traitors who seek profit in any country."

No buddy, do we have to play so dirty?

Klein was somewhat uncomfortable with such despicable behavior.

In his expectation, the so-called winning over means giving actual benefits, negotiating conditions, and finding like-minded people of justice.

How come when it comes to Ron, it becomes, 108 ways to win over a traitor, no, a Lu traitor?
"Ron, this is...not good, right?"

Klein felt that he just couldn't bring himself to play the villain.

Hearing this, Ron immediately patted the coffee table and said:
"Do you think I was just sitting there to catch the prince and the earl at the banquet? That was a very important move, the beginning of all the plans!"

"Once a god bleeds, he is no longer a god. And once Loen, a powerful country, becomes weak, it means that the royal family's status in the hearts of all the high-ranking officials will plummet, which means division."

"Not to mention, I also gave those speculators a very righteous excuse. Those without status want to have status, those with status want to climb higher, and those at the higher level want more. This is politics!"

"You were a nerd in your previous life and you don't know shit. If you don't divide and win over others to seize power, do you still want to start a war?"

"Work hard, and you'll be rewarded if you do a good job!"

After hearing what Ron said, Klein fell into a rare silence, because he just realized that a white flower like himself would never be able to catch up with Ron in terms of cunning.

Is Ron's plan dastardly?

It's so fucking despicable!

But is it useful?
It’s so fucking useful!

The royal family was weak, so he took advantage of the situation to launch a coup and settle accounts with the evildoers. Isn't this what Roselle did!?
What is even more despicable than Russell is that Ron put a huge hat on the royal family. Whoever helps him is an accomplice of human trafficking.

In the end, they can only be liquidated openly and honestly.

After taking a deep breath, Klein nodded silently, feeling very heavy-hearted.

An honest citizen just wants to live a peaceful life, but when faced with such a big event, it is somewhat difficult for him.

The red moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight covers the entire city like a veil. The dim gas street lamps light up one after another, dispelling the silent fear of darkness under the moonlight.

"You are late."

In a small alley, a voice that sounded subtly majestic was heard, startling Hugh Dilcha who was there for a meeting.

"Why doesn't this person make any noise? Hasn't he always been waiting for me at the entrance of the alley?"

After seeing who was coming, Xio loosened the military triangular dagger that he was holding cautiously, shook his rough blond head and said:

"Why did you suddenly notify me to meet? What's the urgent task?"

The MI9 contact hiding in the darkness nodded and took out an envelope from his pocket without saying anything.

"There is indeed an urgent mission. This mission is quite dangerous. I am afraid that even a demigod will die tragically during the mission."

Hearing what the MI9 contact said, Xio took two steps back, shook his head and said loudly:
"Then why are you looking for me? Do you want me to die? Or do you want to shirk your responsibilities and not give me the merits?!"

The black-clothed man at the meeting was very upset and immediately said:

"We told you on your first day as an informant that you can choose to accept or not accept the mission assigned to you. This is not a mandatory mission."

"As for why I'm looking for you, it's because other members currently working are not able to do this. If you succeed, you will get the opportunity you've dreamed of for the longest time."

"For example, helping your father clear his name, or taking revenge yourself."

"Who are you!?"

Xio immediately grasped the three-edged spike behind his waist, cautiously kept a safe distance, and shouted.

The MI9 contact person shook the envelope in his hand calmly.

"You didn't think we didn't notice you, did you? Extraordinary people of the Judge's Path are common in Loen, but they are also rare."

"I can say that your information has long been exposed to the top brass of MI9, but they just turned a blind eye."

"You don't need to know who I am. You just need to know that your father helped me a lot when he was in power."

"And after your father got into trouble, you see, I can only be responsible for connecting with peripheral members like you."

After the words fell, the contact person from MI9 paused and continued:
"I can only give you the best help within the scope of the rules. I also have a family, children and parents, so I can't help you too much."

"This mission was assigned to me directly by the top management, and it was not reviewed by the internal procedures. What I just said was also told to me directly by the top management."

"You can choose to accept or not. You don't know the mission, so it doesn't matter if you refuse."

Hugh Dilcher opened his mouth, as if he was digesting this extremely complex information.

"There must be something wrong here. Someone wants to use this to plan something. But why did they come at this time instead of earlier or later?"

After a while, Xio, who was somewhat undecided, asked dryly:

"Do you think I should answer it or not?"

It's not that she didn't want to investigate the truth behind her father's rebellion, but the news that even a demigod could die was too terrifying.

"I think it's best for you not to answer. It all depends on your choice."

Xio hesitated for a moment and muttered, "But this is not what I want."

"What is the mission? I want to give it a try."

The MI9 contact did not speak again. He just hid in the darkness and looked deeply at Hugh Dilcha, then said softly:

"Send this letter to 67 Williams Street. If you see the owner there, tell him that Bayam's lightning is really powerful. He will understand."

“Bayam’s lightning is really powerful. What kind of signal is this? If it’s just a letter, there should be many ways to do it. There is no need for me to go in person.”

"No, even I can think of several ways to deliver the letter. Why do the senior members of MI9 have to ask me to deliver it in person? Can't I just mail it directly?"

Thoughts raced through his mind as he put away the envelope and walked out of the alley.

No matter what, she had to try this opportunity.

(End of this chapter)