Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 565 I refuse!
"This progress is still too slow. Backlund's eastern district alone has a population of several million. How long will it take to preach? Not to mention the entire Loen."

Ron saw the crowded streets outside the church. He suddenly sighed and expressed his leadership opinion.

The leader's words are enough to make the people below run around for it, and it's definitely not just talk.

Although Ron could feel the anchors growing every moment and hear the praises that lingered for days, he still felt it was slow.

'Perhaps, I should capture Amon and let him work for me, becoming a ruthless machine that distributes bread...'

"No, no, no, if that's the case, I'm afraid that after a few days, everyone who receives the bread will fall in love with Monocles..."

It is indeed not easy to be like Roselle and be on everyone's lips.

After all, Ron had only been awake for a year and a half, and he had been very low-key most of the time. He was not as narcissistic and showy as Roselle.

At this time, Alia, who was standing behind Ron with a pair of white legs in the back yard of the Glorious Cathedral, suddenly asked:

"Master, why don't you kill the other gods and take away their faith?"

Good question, don’t ask it next time…

Ron rolled his eyes and said dissatisfiedly:
"I've told you so many times, you should refer to your position when you're working. Also, don't call me master in front of so many people. If someone doesn't know, they'd think I did something to you..."

"Uh, all right, Archbishop."

The fact that she was her own follower made the Witch of Dust a little uncomfortable.

In all her years of life, this was the first time she had encountered something so abstract.

Glancing around the much-expanded cathedral, the blond boy, although speaking words of reprimand, the corners of his mouth curled higher and higher.

Although this useless witch is incompetent at anything, she is definitely the most pious one.

'You even thought of building a cathedral for me when you have money!'

'He is much better than that ungrateful Amon. I saved his father, but he refused to call me dad!'

He is indeed a born evil thief.

After walking around the church inside and out, and muttering something to himself, Ron returned to the empty room he had specially reserved with satisfaction.

This is a study room. The holy emblem of the God of Time and Space hangs directly above the desk chair. Sunlight shines in from the glass, covering most of the room.

This warm and sacred scene made the room under the holy emblem even more solemn.

Of course, it would be more convincing if we ignore Triss Chick, who was tied up in the room with her clothes torn and her body covered with scars.

After learning that the top leaders of the "God of Time and Space" Church wanted to meet her, she couldn't wait to sneak in.

If it was a normal and open thing, Ron wouldn't care at all.

However, Ron, who noticed the infiltration under the nose of the gods, immediately felt provoked.

He didn't take me seriously at all!

Therefore, he immediately notified the clergy in the church and had the ungrateful witch executed on the spot.

Triss gritted her teeth and stared at the messenger of the "God of Time and Space" in front of her. The president of World Peace Company taunted:
"Oh, is this how the Orthodox Church entertains guests?"

The blond boy did not respond. Instead, he raised his chin slightly and whispered to Arya beside him:
"Since the guest doesn't like her, let her go."

Arya was stunned when she heard this, and her light blue eyes looked at Ron for more than ten seconds as if she had seen a ghost.

It turns out that He can speak human language... No, why is He suddenly speaking human language! ?

"Why don't you go quickly?"

"Yes, Lord, Archbishop!"

The blond boy urged, and Alia then stepped forward to untie Triss.

Triss felt her body relax, but before she could say anything harsh, she felt like someone kicked her in the hips.

Severe pain surged from her hips. She was at Sequence 5, and she had no time to react to this extremely fast attack.

Click!

The wooden door of the room shattered into pieces of equal-sized wood.

Triss Chick covered her head and raised her head. Just as she was about to ask a question, she saw the blond boy looking at her with surprise and confusion.

"Why is there a witch here? Alia, put her on the stake and burn her to death!"

"Let this cultist experience the hospitality of the Orthodox Church!"

Right!
She said, how could Ron, who has always been so petty, be so generous! ?

Arya Rand, who was wearing a white robe and had a delicate face with a frown on her face, finally regained her normal expression and looked at the witch's descendant who was struggling to get up with a playful look.

Trying to gain an advantage in negotiations by taking advantage of an issue or using tricks will not work in front of the gods.

Brat!!!
Triss gritted her teeth and climbed up from the ground with her facial muscles twisted. She suppressed the anger that surged in her heart, but still spoke in a calm tone:
"No, sir, I am here to negotiate as agreed, and I have no ill intentions."

"The reason I sneaked in is because I'm wanted by MI9, and I'm worried that I'll be recognized and cause trouble for you!"

She would never admit that she did this on purpose in order to test the influence of the Church of the God of Time and Space in Backlund.

"Now it seems that the strength is indeed sufficient, and it is not even inferior to any other church, but there are also many troubles..."

She glanced at Ron secretly, and judging from the pain in her waist, it was obvious that the boy in front of her had just kicked her.

"Negotiation? Is that true?"

Ron pretended not to know and looked at Aaliyah in a pretentious manner.

"Yes, Archbishop, it's to discuss how to deal with the Loen royal family." The Witch nodded.

"is it?"

The blond boy glanced at Triss. He pondered for a while, and before the witch could say anything, he said indifferently:
"I remember this happening. The Church of the God of Time and Space doesn't need people like you, and doesn't need you to give orders, so I refuse."

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Triss Chick opened her mouth, but she didn't expect the unexpected rejection to come so quickly.

"Since you refused, why did you call me over in the name of a discussion?!"

In a trance, Triss always felt that the boy in front of her did this on purpose.

After several seconds of rest, she exhaled, then came to her senses and explained:

"Sir, I don't mean to point fingers, I just want to..."

"Please~"

Before Triss could finish her words, she was interrupted by Ron's playful voice. Please! ?
The witch's body suddenly stiffened. She didn't expect that an archbishop of the Orthodox Church could be so frivolous and shameless.

Such a horrible thing, is it something a human can do?

Invisibly, a fire of rage rose from my heart and rushed into my mind.

Being insulted, toyed with, and ignored like this, not to mention Triss, who is a cultist herself, even the good man Klein would probably not be able to tolerate it.

Looking at the playful smile on the blond boy's face, Triss clenched her fists and pierced her palms with her sharp nails. Even though blood was spilling, she did not feel the slightest pain.

She bit her lips hard until blood flowed, and only came to her senses when she felt the pain.

Triss suppressed the anger in her heart and looked at Ron with bloodshot eyes, saying word by word:

"Sir, I am not representing just myself. You should be able to see who is behind me!"

The God's Container was one of the few bargaining chips she could use, and using the tiger's skin as an excuse was also a negotiation method that Triss had carefully considered.

No matter how powerful a true god's church is, it will probably have to give serious consideration when facing the "favored ones" of another god.

Seeing this, Ron immediately showed a strange expression. He looked at Alia who was distracted and pointed at Triss and said:
"What should I do? I'm so scared?"

After saying this nonchalantly, he raised his chin again and said indifferently:

"A filthy and dirty vessel, worthless."

"I reiterate once again that I refuse. Frankly speaking, I called you here today specifically to refuse you in person."

"Because, what I love most is to say no to self-righteous people!"

Damn it!!!
This asking-for-a-beating look almost made Triss Chick spit out blood.

"you!"

"Oh, go away. No one will help a guy with so much blood on his hands."

There was no point in talking any more. Ron shook his fingers slightly, and the next second Triss, who was standing in front of him, suddenly disappeared. He threw her into a dirty and smelly alley in the East District.

He looked over and found that Triss Chick was just standing there with her fists clenched, not moving.

"Oh, she's really patient. I thought she would summon the original witch in front of me and fight me to the death."

The blond boy touched his chin, wondering if his ability to taunt had declined.

After all, with this kind of firepower, the "Lord of Mysteries" and the "Original Creator" would have been defeated long ago.

Retracting his gaze from the distant East District, Ron Sotos turned his head and ordered:

"Alia, arrange for someone to keep an eye on her. No matter what she does, oppose her."

Hillston District.

In an ordinary rental house.

Looking at her friend who was in a daze, Fors once again advised earnestly:
"Xiu, why did you refuse Miss Audrey's invitation? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You should know how powerful the Hall family is!"

Rubbing his rough blond hair, the bounty hunter sighed and said:

"That's why, Fors, we are just two small people. A little friction in the upper class will make us disappear without a trace. Do you understand? Disappear without a trace!"

Little guy?
"You mean me, who has the support of the Abraham family, can talk to two true gods every week, and can connect with various forces?"

"There is no harm without comparison. Emperor Roselle is not lying to me. I am only a Sequence 7 in the Tarot Club, but outside, my connections are very strong!"

Fors tried to be modest in her mind, but in the end she didn't reveal these secrets to her friends, forcing herself to suppress an inexplicable depression in her heart.

This was not the first time she had this feeling. Whenever she tried to persuade Xio, she would always reach this deadlock.

Although Fors knew what had happened, she simply couldn't say those reasons out loud, and the bounty hunter lady was a stubborn ass, and she wouldn't listen even if she talked her mouth off.

'I'm so tired.'

"stop"

The writer took a sip of water and prepared to persuade him again, but this time the stubborn bounty hunter waved his hand and spoke first:
"Fors, I need to think carefully. And don't you need to write a manuscript? Why do you have so much time?"

Bastard Hugh, I am just worried about you!!!

The writer suddenly shut her mouth and finally sighed:

"Okay, you have the final say. I'm going to finish my manuscript first. You mustn't do anything stupid. Oh, no, you look very smart today. You shouldn't be as stupid as before."

"Anyway, this is her own business. How much can I persuade her?"

After straightening her clothes, Fors once again returned to her usual lazy self and returned to the study where she often wrote.

The living room suddenly fell into silence, leaving only Hugh Dilcha who breathed a sigh of relief.

"There's something wrong with Fors. She is the most timid and cowardly person. Why would she take the initiative to get involved in the infighting between the nobles and the royal family? Isn't this just asking for death?"

'Are all members of the Abraham family so stubborn? Also, the timing of MI9 and Miss Audrey's arrival is too strange. Did they discuss it in advance? No, if they did, there would be no need to come to me twice.'

"This is more like a coincidence. In this way, there are two forces that have developed different ideas about the royal family. Emperor Roselle once said that we should look beyond the phenomenon to the essence. Does this mean that the Loen royal family has encountered something that has caused some ambitious people to start paying attention to it?"

“No, I have to figure it out. If I can’t figure out something about being involved with a big shot like Backlund, I’m afraid I won’t even know how I died.”

After sorting out all the current intelligence, Hugh Dill checked the study with his eyes closed, breathed a sigh of relief, tiptoed to tidy up his clothes, put on his weapons and prepared to go out.

She was going to go to Williams Street and try to find out some information that might be useful to her.

The bounty hunter stood up quickly, turned around, took a step back, and exclaimed:
"Ah!!! Fors, you are going to die! When did you come out? You scared me to death!"

Hearing this, the writer ignored it and looked at Hugh Deercha with disdain.

"You don't think I don't know what you're thinking, do you? Don't forget, I'm an astrologer now. I can predict whatever you want to do!"

'How could I have forgotten that she can tell fortunes and walk through walls?'

The bounty hunter sighed in annoyance, and then said bluntly:
"Fors, this is my business."

Miss Salted Fish Writer laughed and said:

"Isn't your business my business? Hugh, I told you a long time ago that I would help you with your affairs. Do you want me to be a writer without credit?"

Feeling this inner concern, Hugh Dilcha pursed his lips and whispered.

“I wish you had this kind of credit when you write articles!”

Eh! ?

(End of this chapter)