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Medici: Cook, I repent! (3K)Chapter 285 Medici: Cook, I repent! (3K)"You can communicate freely now."

Klein carefully read the diary, which contained a lot of information. He then raised his head and spoke calmly.

'Alas~ Fortunately, no one can read the emperor's diary, otherwise.'

He kept his posture unchanged and complained in his heart.

Because Ron's changed appearance was very eye-catching, the members of the Tarot Club extended a lot of topics to her, but with Mr. Fool hosting the meeting, the "transaction" part of the party officially began.

At this time, "Sun" Derrick imitated Miss "Justice" and raised his hand:

"Mr. World, the extraordinary weapon you gave me is quite useful. Lightning will burst out almost every two swings. This will greatly improve my strength. I will soon be able to get the real root and juice of the Mist Tree Man."

Derrick said very seriously. After the mutual help just now, he didn't want to lose his credibility in this party.

"Well, it looks like it won't keep me waiting too long."

The gloomy "world" spoke hoarsely, making it impossible to discern his specific emotions.

"Everyone, I still need the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring and all the cerebrospinal fluid of the black panther. Anyone has any clues? What's the reward you want?"

In line with the principle of doing it all at once, Klein was in a good mood and started looking for the other main materials of the "magician". However, although he asked everyone, his eyes unconsciously glanced at Ron.

If we were to ask who in the Tarot Book is most likely to have these two materials, it would only be a kid who is in the "high sequence" and is very rich.

Being half god, half human meant that the other party's circle was much more advanced.

However, this time, Klein did not intend to owe Ron a favor when he asked him for help, because he planned to buy it with gold pounds, so he could accept it even if there was a slight premium.

"The Fool's debt is the Fool's debt, and my debt is my debt. We need to be clear about this, so as to avoid making mistakes in our words and deeds, and if Ron finds out that something is wrong, it will be difficult to explain."

After silently reminding himself in his heart, the future "magician" began to look forward to it.

"I have one thousand pounds!"

Seeing that this poor guy actually came to his door and asked him to take his wallet, Ron didn't bother to be polite with him and just rounded up the amount.

The market price of the main material of Sequence 7 is between 500 pounds and 700 pounds, while the medullary crystal of the Elf Fountain is about 300 pounds.

Ron Sotos has always been honest and trustworthy in her business dealings.

As for where these materials come from, we have to thank the friendly sponsorship of the "Mother Tree of Desire" and the background of the "Rose School" as a secret organization.

Even though it was very poor compared to other secret organizations, it was still able to produce mid-sequence materials.

"Okay! After the party, I'll pass the money to you through Mr. Fool!"

"Is that okay, Mr. Fool?"

The dummy World nodded solemnly, and then pretended to ask for the Fool's opinion.

"It's just a small thing."

Klein was quite flustered after controlling the dummy "world", then waved his hand calmly, showing that he didn't care about this low-level transaction at all.

"Mr. Fate, I have also collected the money to purchase the Beyonder characteristic of 'Wind-loving One', a total of 4,000 pounds, which I can also give to you after the party!"

Seeing that the gloomy and experienced "World" had reached a deal, "The Hanged Man" Alger couldn't help but feel excited, and immediately continued the deal of Qi Lingos's "Wind-loving" extraordinary characteristics mentioned at the last gathering.

For this money, he sold almost all of his property, and even used up all the money he had earned from Miss Justice in the previous times. He was left with nothing but his underwear.

But even so, it still made him very excited.

"This is the material for a Sequence 6 potion. You may not be able to buy it even if you have money at a Beyonder gathering!"

"And even if I don't have the formula after I buy it, I can still use it as a half-magic item and not lose much value. It can even improve my combat power, allowing me to secretly eliminate pirates faster and fill the gap in money."

Mr. "The Hanged Man", who is good at seizing opportunities, would never miss such a God-given opportunity.

"no problem!"

The silver-haired lady nodded with satisfaction. Once again, she easily earned 4,000 pounds. Klein the Fool was so envious that his mouth was watering.

"Ah~ I'm so envious. I haven't found the formula for the "Sun" Pathway Sequence 7 potion yet, otherwise I might be able to make such a deal."

"However, I remember Xio and Fors said that there was a believer of the "Eternal Sun" who was good at exorcism and purification in Mr. A's gathering. But because Mr. A assassinated the ambassador of the Republic of Intis, there has been no news of his gathering until now."

The wealthy lady puffed out her cheeks and gave a bad review for her shopping experience.

Having money but nowhere to spend it is a worry for rich people.

"Well, Ms. Fate, do you have the formula for the Sun Path Sequence 7, or the Psychiatrist potion?"

Seeing that two members of the Tarot Club had reached deals with Ron one after another, Audrey Hall immediately raised her hand and asked in an expectant tone.

Her green eyes sparkled slightly, making it hard to refuse.

"I'm sorry, Miss Justice, I don't know either of these recipes."

However, who is Ron? Her honest character is still the same as usual, always bringing discouragement and disappointment to people.

"Is that so?"

Seeing Audrey's eyes dimmed instantly, the silver-haired lady chuckled and added,

"However, I know where to get it. I will be able to get it next week or the week after next."

Ron was referring to the "Twilight Hermits". In this highest-end gathering, she could definitely easily obtain these low-sequence items. Using other people's resources to train members of the "Tarot Club" always made her feel like she was getting a bargain.

After all, she, "Destiny", is more or less the second in command of the Tarot Club, and even the first in command is completely manipulated by her.

To put it in a rounded way, she, the "Dominator of Time and Space", can be considered the behind-the-scenes boss of the Tarot Club.

"Really? Great, Mr. Destiny!"

Audrey Hall perked up again after hearing this reply. A smile from the bottom of her heart immediately appeared on her face, and she expressed her surprise in a cheerful voice.

Seeing the noble lady whom she was very fond of showing this attitude, the silver-haired lady's mood unconsciously improved a little.

After reaching this deal, the Tarot Club entered into a free exchange session. Mr. "The Hanged Man" was in a particularly good mood and began to talk about the situation at sea, as well as the four pirate kings and seven pirate generals.

More than ten minutes later, Mr. Fool announced the end of this Tarot gathering.

The crimson light rose and disappeared. Klein saw that all the Tarot Club members had left, and he immediately leaned back in the high-backed bronze chair as if he had lost all his strength.

The "world" at the bottom of the long bronze table also stood up following Mr. Fool's actions and came to serve the mysterious master above the gray fog.

Of course, as a dummy, he just came over to give Mr. Fool a shoulder massage so that he could feel more relaxed when thinking about certain things.

"No, I have to go check it out!"

"That little brat is really too much of a mischief. He is not careful or cautious at all. How can he casually tell others about such a thing?"

"Yes, and the client who asked me to investigate Ron's mansion before is definitely a Beyonder. He seems to have some bad ideas. I have to remind Ron."

After a while, Klein rubbed his head. After thinking it over, he still couldn't let go of the little brat who was alone outside, and he couldn't help but worry about him.

"Oh, really."

With a resigned sigh, Klein the Fool waited for a while and completed the sacrifice and bestowal ceremony.

After the exchange of money and materials was completed, he immediately wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling, and left this majestic palace that looked like the residence of a giant.

As soon as he returned to his rented house, the great detective first went to the bathroom to take care of his personal problems, then changed his coat, locked the door, and took a public carriage to 67 Williams Street.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the kitchen of No. 67 Williams Street, there were bursts of huge sounds of iron and wood clashing. The sounds were rapid and high-pitched, and one could feel the extremely sharp murderous intent in every sound, as if someone was using it to vent his anger.

Medici was wearing men's home clothes with a white apron on the outside. His long red hair was piled up high, and there was no trace of a smile on his heroic face.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There was another sound, and the Red Angel, holding the kitchen knife, chopped the stuffing in front of him into pieces even harder, as if the piece of meat in front of him was his enemy.

With a loud "bang", the entire chopping board could not withstand the pressure from the Angel King and was instantly split into countless pieces.

"Shit, please don't let me know who did this!!!"

Suddenly, the Red Angel growled and gnashed his teeth. This roar from the King of Angels was mixed with intense anger, and it instantly caused tiny cracks to appear on the exquisite porcelain in the kitchen.

"Lord, I confess to you that I failed to protect you and that your Advent ceremony was interrupted."

"Okay, Medici, stop howling. The True Creator can't hear you. Who are you doing this for?"

"Yes, Soran is right, and the evil god cannot come, which is a good thing!"

At this moment, the delicate skin on that beautiful heroic face was torn into two huge bloody cracks, and a gloating voice came from inside.

"Shut up, Soren, Einhorn, you two have no faith!"

Hearing this provocation, the Red Angel swung the kitchen knife again, instantly splitting the entire gas stove in front of him into two.

"Medici, being incompetent and furious is useless. This is the first time I've seen someone fail to defend because of cooking in the middle of the night, and end up being taken advantage of by others."

"Hahaha, Medici, you're killing me with laughter. This is the defense layout of the God of War. How could their stronghold be taken over in just one meal?"

(End of this chapterThis Bow (34K)Chapter 286 This~Worship~ (3.4K)"Shit, you two ballless women, if you hadn't been so slow in cooking, I would have been able to rush back before anything happened. How could the Church of Evernight get the upper hand?"

"Don't let me know which son of a bitch reported it, and which idiot killed Lanevus, or else your best fate will be to become minced meat in a pot!"

"Bang"

The Red Angel swung the kitchen knife in his hand heavily into the marble countertop, then lit a cigarette in annoyance and took two deep puffs.

"Oh, stop talking nonsense, Medici. Judging from the scene of Lanevus's death, those tarot cards must be indicating something. Maybe it's the first action of an ancient and secretive organization. They are announcing their arrival in this way!"

"That's right, Einhorn is right. If you continue investigating, you might be in great danger. Not every being is as kind as Lord Ron. And judging from the fact that we can't get any information from divination, the person behind this is definitely being protected by a secret being!"

Soran and Einhorn were not willing to be outdone, and they finally seized this opportunity to speak one after another, successfully leaving the Red Angel speechless.

As for the two guys who were dragging their feet and that damn whistleblower, the Goddess of War wished she could tear them all into pieces, package them up and sacrifice them to the evil god, so that they would completely disappear from this world.

"Suppression"

At this moment, just as Medici was about to say something provocative, he suddenly noticed someone entering the door of the mansion.

"Fuck, shit, can't you just get a few more servants!?"

He complained with a lot of foul language, but finally resigned himself to his fate, wiped his hands with his apron, and went to "receive" the guests with a cigarette in his mouth.

Sharon had her first vacation because Ron was away, so the entire villa was maintained by the Red Angel alone.

However, just like an evil capitalist, although Ron admitted that it was a vacation, he still assigned the other party the task of investigating the Spirit Cult.

It is called training each other!

"Good afternoon, ma'am. We meet again. The weather is nice today. I haven't seen the sun for a whole day."

As soon as he reached the door of the mansion, Klein saw a beautiful red-haired girl half-sticking out of the door. He immediately took off his hat and saluted, politely greeting her with a humorous joke that Backlund had never outdated for decades.

"Good afternoon, what can I do for you?"

Seeing that the visitor was an acquaintance and had done business with him before, the Red Angel's ugly expression improved a lot. He also greeted him, but the coldness in his words was understandable at once.

"Ma'am, I want to talk to Ron Sotos about something."

"I'm sure I'm fine, but you might be. Luckily, Ron and I are very familiar with each other, otherwise I would have gone to your basement and reported it long ago."

Klein pretended not to understand, muttered something in his mind, and stated his purpose at the same time.

"Oh, you're just in time. Ron isn't home. He left last week. He said he was going to the southern continent to do some things."

The Red Angel held the cigarette between his fingers, and habitually raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a bright and generous smile, and said in a way that asked for a beating.

"What do you mean I came at the right time? Why are you talking like a little brat?"

"Is that so? Then I won't bother you any more."

The great detective complained in his heart and politely said goodbye. This result was not beyond his expectations. However, what Klein did not expect was that Ron, who had attended the Tarot Club, had not returned yet.

This doesn't fit the lazy guy's behavioral logic at all!

"etc."

But just as Klein turned around, Medici behind him suddenly called him. He turned his head and looked back, only to see the lady with a heroic and charming look waving at him.

Klein's smile froze, and he crossed his arms across his chest. He stood still, but in fact he moved back slightly to maintain a safe distance.

"Ma'am, what do you want to do?"

"Shit! She must have chosen me!"

The great detective broke out in a cold sweat and complained in his heart.

It's not his fault that he thought too much, but according to Klein's inference, this incredibly charming lady should be a witch.

And she's a demigod-level witch!

However, he always has an inexplicable mysterious fate with the witch, as if he always runs into the "real creator" every now and then.

When he studied history with Madam Sharon in Tingen City, he was left with a serious psychological trauma. Today's Tarot Club, Ron's image changes, and the sighs in Emperor Roselle's diary made Klein feel uneasy. He could already imagine what the nightmare tonight would be about.

Either he turned into a witch, or he was played by the witch. This is the most obvious!

"Heh, let me say it again, you are very good at provoking!"

Seeing the Great Detective's actions and hearing his tone, Medici's face twisted, recognizing the offensive power of Klein's words and actions.

"I heard Ron mention that you are an excellent detective, and that little brat also said that you are very capable and can always find problems that ordinary people cannot detect. I have a commission, I wonder if you can take it?"

"Ma'am, that depends on what kind of commission it is."

'And whether the price is appropriate.'

Seeing that it was actually serious business, Klein felt a little disappointed, and then immediately put on a professional attitude.

"Very good, come in. The door is not the place to talk, but remember, you cannot tell anyone else about this mission, and the reward I can give you is absolutely generous!"

After opening the door of the villa, Medici looked around first, and after confirming that no one was there, he waved to the detective and asked him to come in for a detailed discussion.

Klein hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and decided to follow, because the two materials purchased at the Tarot Club emptied most of his wallet, and the "bicycle" project he invested in would undoubtedly require more money in the future.

"I'll take every commission I can get. The demigod should be generous enough to help."

Muttering to himself, he followed Medici to the sofa on the first floor.

"Heh, sit down. To be honest, it's hard for me to imagine how you know that little brat."

The Red Angel lit another cigarette and glanced at this weakling Extraordinary.

Then He took out a cup and filled it with red wine in front of Klein.

"Olmier red wine, 1286."

He introduced it briefly and motioned for the guests to please go ahead.

'126 pounds!'

The corresponding price instantly flashed through the great detective's mind, and he was secretly amazed at the luxury of Ron's family. Although he had stayed here for a night, he had never thought that such expensive wine would be used to entertain guests.

"And why are you serving wine to guests? I seriously doubt that I'm the only guest here."

"Alas, ma'am, everything is over now. When I first met Ron, he was just a homeless kid with little money, so I took him in."

Klein Moretti took a sip of the ridiculously expensive wine and responded to Medici's previous topic with a rather sad tone.

"But that brat is not only greedy and lazy, but also lacks self-awareness. He doesn't even wash his own clothes. He beats people up if they don't agree with him. He either taunts people or gets into trouble every day. He also complains to my boss and accuses me of some unfounded crimes!"

"I still remember that when we first met, he loudly mocked me for being an amateur fortune teller and slandered my reputation. Do you know how much psychological damage this would cause to a new Beyonder?"

But as he spoke, Klein Moretti became more and more angry and couldn't help but feel sad. His complaints were like a flood that could not be stopped.

He recalled the scenes of Ron's troubles and never felt that this little brat was so annoying. He recounted Ron's crimes one by one, spitting and tears in his eyes. His tone was sad, helpless and annoyed, and he felt so aggrieved that Medici had the illusion that he was looking in the mirror.

"You're right. That brat is indeed greedy and lazy, and he's very good at mocking people. I wash his clothes, cook his meals, and clean the entire manor."

The red angel had become untidy at this time. He hunched his back and placed his forearms on his thighs. The cigarette in his hand was emitting wisps of white smoke, silently telling of the sadness and distress in his heart.

Suddenly, Medici put out his cigarette and poured himself a glass of red wine. He then raised the glass and looked at Klein Moretti, who was in tears and choking with sobs.

"Done!"

He suddenly shouted loudly, causing the great detective to agree.

"Done!"

Klein shouted along, and then the two poor guys raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank them all in one gulp.

There is no need to say more about men, it's all in the wine!

"Hey, your name is Sherlock, right? I, Medici, am not a slow person. If you have any problems in the future, come to me and I will help you solve them!"

"Sister Medici, don't worry, just tell me what you want to say. It's not about money!"

"Call me brother!"

The War Angel twitched his lips and corrected the wording of the detective who had the same experience as himself.

At this moment, He seemed to have returned to the Fourth Epoch, back to the time when His own legion still existed. At that time, there were many subordinates and brothers who shared His thoughts and ideas.

"Oh, now that it's come to this, I won't hide it from you. I do need help investigating some things!"

"Don't worry, that Russell said that brothers should settle accounts clearly. I won't give you less money!"

Medici patted his chest and spoke his true feelings to the detective whom he liked more and more.

"It's okay. I've never met a person who can talk to me from the heart. Don't worry, brother. I will definitely give you a result for your request!"

"I can tell fortunes on the gray fog. Alas, it seems that we should not be prejudiced against others' appearance. Medici is such a good person. Judging from his appearance, he must have become a witch out of necessity."

The great detective wiped the tears from his eyes and suddenly recalled the group of teammates he could trust in Tingen.

"Boy, you are great, I agree with you!"

The Red Angel immediately stood up and patted Klein on the shoulder. Without pausing, He directly told him the content of the commission.

"I want you to investigate who killed Lanevus and which despicable guy secretly wrote a letter of denunciation to the Church of the Evernight Goddess!"

"Sherlock, I have some clues that should be able to help you!"

"The despicable man who killed Lanevus is good at divination. He might be a fortune teller like you, because the weapon he used was a deck of ordinary tarot cards, and a normal person would not use such a weapon!"

"He is 1.73 meters tall and thin. This is based on his footprints. There is no error. He is about the same size as you!"

"And the most important point is that according to the traces left at the scene, he is a low-sequence because his fighting style is different from the style of the high-sequence fortune-tellers."

"Remember, you have to be careful when investigating. There may be a hidden person behind that despicable person!"

After Medici finished speaking, he patted the dumbfounded "despicable guy" hard and had high expectations for this guy.Ron's true identity is actually (3K)Chapter 287 Ron's true identity is actually (3K)".I.I'll try my best."

Using the Joker's ability to suppress his facial expressions, Klein answered with some confidence.

To be honest, he was sweating a little now, because judging from Medici's gritted teeth facial expression, she seemed to take this matter very seriously.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter even if you can't find out. After all, the person behind this is very 'cowardly' and has a dirty heart!"

'I really appreciate your compliment.'

These words, which came from the heart and were full of personal characteristics, successfully made the great detective's mouth twitch.

It was not until there was silence for a long while that Klein came back to his senses. He pretended to organize his words and cautiously asked:

"Uh, Ms. Medici, why are you looking into this?"

'Well, judging from the time she exchanged "dirty words" with me, she is most likely a believer of the "True Creator" and so on. Why didn't I think of that last time and exchanged it like that!? '

'Is this a warning from the spirit? Why?'

Suddenly, Klein froze for a moment, realizing an important problem, and soon he had a guess.

This means that the gap between the two sides is too big. If he realizes the problem and opens his psychic vision to take a look, he will explode!

Just like the baby in Megose's belly!

'Fuck, are all other worlds so dangerous? How do people in this world survive! ? '

Mr. Fool felt a wave of fear, and his heart beat faster. He felt that his ability to stir up trouble was not much worse than that little brat's.

At this time, Medichi, with his red hair piled high and taking a puff of cigarette and a sip of wine, answered against his will:

"Well, Lanevus is my, uh, in Roselle's words, my 'brother'. Even though he has embarked on a path of no return, I still need to know who killed him!"

Ha, you lied

. "I see. I'll help you keep an eye out, but I can't guarantee success!"

"Actually, Ms. Medici, I have a question. How did you get to know Ron? To be honest, he never told me about his origins."

After receiving such an answer, Klein complained in his heart, and then changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

Since the other person doesn't want to say, it's best not to ask. If you take it too seriously, Sherlock Moriarty might not be able to leave this villa.

Considering Mrs. Sharon's behavior, his ending is self-evident.

It would not be so abrupt to shift the topic to Ron, and it would be even better if we could find out some important information.

'He is so capable of causing trouble, and he is even against the "evil god" of the original moon. He also lacks respect for the gods of the major churches. Compared to these, changing his image is not a big deal.'

"Is he a descendant of an ancient family, or a rebellious offspring of a god?"

In the absence of necessary information, Klein could only make guesses based on the online articles he had read.

Time travel, having cheats (Source Castle), and running into a big shot or a guy with a surprising origin at the beginning are the standard routines of old online novels.

Ron's behavior did not "disappoint" Klein. He caused trouble everywhere and was not low-key at all, as if he was afraid that he would not cause enough trouble.

"Oh"

Medici sighed casually, tilted his head and looked around, then whispered:

"I made a deal with Him. We are in a 'cooperative' relationship!"

He first emphasized one sentence, then continued to add:

"I don't know his origins, I just have some guesses"

"Him!?"

Klein cried out in surprise. His head buzzed and he felt as if his head was as big as a bucket and he was having trouble breathing.

Because Medici did not use he, she, or it, but "He" to refer to the mythical creature.

Just one single word was enough to show the status and strength of that little brat Ron.

This person must be at least a Sequence 2 person, which can be called a subordinate god in the Second Epoch!

As for the higher level Sequence 1 or true god, Klein didn't even dare to think about it, because it was really unimaginable!

In Roselle's diary, he saw Sequence 2 Zaratul contacting a fellow traverser. This was the limit of what Klein could imagine and accept.

"How is that possible? If Ron is a true god, I will eat the wine glass. Can a true god of sequence zero look like that?"

It took Klein Moretti three minutes to come back to his senses and accept the fact that there was a mythical creature hiding beside him.

At this moment, Klein suddenly remembered what the very strange "secret society member" who was imprisoned in the basement said.

Be careful of Ron Sothoth, he is not a human, he has an evil secret that cannot be revealed, he lurks inside the Nighthawks just for...

"Mythical creatures are not human, but the purpose of that little brat is something we need to think about."

As his thoughts raced, Klein began to consider what he had that the mythical creatures could covet.

The extraordinary characteristics of the Puppet Master. Azik Copper Whistle.

After silently counting the more than one hundred pounds in cash and secretly glancing at the magnificent decorations around him, Klein decided to change his mindset and not humiliate himself.

"The only things in me that can connect to a higher level or a higher status are 0-21 and the gray fog space. The former was lent to me by Ron, and the latter."

'That's not right. According to Ron's performance, he, no, "He" should not know that I am the Fool. Moreover, the spells are all in Chinese, so "He" cannot understand them. After all, no one in the major churches can understand Roselle's diary, which is enough to show the confidentiality ability of Chinese. "

'Unless, unless He knows what this gray fog is and senses the breath of gray fog on me, yes, He senses the existence of the Fool and actively chants His Honorable Name.'

'I remember Ron seemed to have told me that He has two enemies. He helped me, the "Follower", in order to show his goodwill to Mr. Fool and get in touch with Mr. Fool. And the reason why He completed the task of assassinating the ambassador of Intis, which was personally ordered by Mr. Fool, was for bargaining chips, and wanted Mr. Fool to help Him deal with those two enemies?'

"But the problem is that Mr. Fool is just a clown. How can I be so worthy of his title?"

Suddenly, Klein felt a sense of guilt because of the lies and deception. He couldn't imagine how disappointed Ron would be after knowing the truth.

'sorry'

After silently thanking him in his heart, Klein took a sip of wine with a serious expression and decided to upgrade his sequence as soon as possible.

"Oh, you figured it out? He didn't even tell you this?"

"Don't think too much about it, Ron is just that fucking jerk, looking down on everyone equally, that little guy is so arrogant!"

"When He comes back, you can talk to Him and everything will be fine."

Seeing Klein's actions, Medici patted his shoulder again and spoke in a persuasive manner.

"Indeed, if you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known what a 'mythical creature' would look like."

"No, kid, that's an individual behavior, don't escalate it to a group!"

Medici pulled the corner of his mouth again and ended the topic in time.

"Thank you, Ms. Medici. I have to go now. I will keep an eye on your commission for you. I hope to find the real culprit as soon as possible!"

'In fact, never.'

After a few minutes of silence, Klein drank the remaining wine in the glass, politely stood up and said goodbye, leaving Ron's luxurious mansion.

"Sua, what is your ideal in life?"

In a hidden space, a silver-haired lady with a graceful jawline looked at the hideous creature in front of her. Endless light flashed in her blood-red eyes, as if containing all the truth in the world.

The cold voice asked this question, a very simple yet complex question.

"Roy, what about you?"

Seeing that Sua was still organizing his words, Ron walked barefoot to his beloved and pressed his shoulder.

Frankly speaking, there is usually no correct answer to this kind of question, and whether the answer is good or not usually depends on the preferences of the "boss".

"Humph, why are you so nervous? Since you guys won't say anything, I'll start!"

Finally, the silence aroused the dissatisfaction of the beautiful lady. She raised her chin slightly and said in a cold voice:

"The meaning of life is very simple. Just eat well, drink well, and have fun every day. This is what most people are pursuing!"

Ron expressed his own version of the philosophy of laziness.

As for why the silver-haired lady wanted to discuss this topic, it was of course to prepare for the establishment of a country.

As we all know, if you want your subordinates to run fast, you have to draw a big pie. The great Infinite Wisdom raised this topic just to take advantage of the topic and give two capable men a boost.

Russell said it well, when your boss talks to you about life, it's either a pay cut or overtime!

"The meaning of my life is to follow in your footsteps!"

Roy Moore was obviously much smarter than before. Although he had some emotions, he was still very grateful for everything his god brought him.

"Very good, Roy. Think about it. When you become king, you can return to Backlund with a swagger and even receive the highest level of reception from King Loen!"

Ron brushed her silver hair behind her ears and nodded with satisfaction. Like a shot of cardiac stimulant, she then turned her bloodshot eyes and looked at Siea who was ready.

"What about you, S'ea?"

A cold voice asked.

"Great Ruler of Time and Space, in my opinion, the weak creatures on this planet are all cowardly. They wrap themselves in cloth all day long and hide in brick caves. They are restricted by all kinds of heretical shackles such as morality, laws, and ethics. Moreover, they are enslaved by the Seven Gods and need to keep chanting "God's protection". But the so-called Seven Gods are far less powerful than you!"

"So, my ideal is to save mankind and release their nature. This is the humble wish of my son of God, Suea!"

As soon as Sua finished speaking, the mysterious space fell into silence.

Ron opened his mouth, which showed little color, but in the end he failed to come up with a big plan.

Because she really didn't expect that she would have such an ignorant subordinate.

"Keep your voice down!"

The silver-haired lady made up a random excuse and kicked Suea, who had lofty ideals, hard with her bare right foot.

This guy made Ron very angry, and it seemed like he was desperate.

Your ideals are so awesome, what are mine