Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 169 He is my original creator! (3k)

600 pounds! ! !
Even though an hour had passed since the tarot party, Mr. Fool still couldn't forget the transaction at the party.

"Halls Street."

In the public carriage, the staff at the ticket sales and reporting station shouted loudly in a unique voice.

Hearing this shout and the name of the neighborhood, Klein Moretti, a poor man with 400 pounds, took a deep breath and shook off the chaotic thoughts in his mind.

He immediately got up and got out of the car and came to the Fortune Teller Club, which he had not been to for a while.

"Well... In fact, since I digested the fortune teller's potion, I will only come here on Monday to do routine inspections..."

Klein, who was still thinking about work even on vacation, muttered in his heart, took steps and walked into the club's reception hall.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti, it's been a long time!"

As soon as she entered, the beautiful lady Angelica showed a professional smile and said hello to the Moretti "Master" who is very famous in the fortune telling club.

"And this gentleman knows a lot about divination, not much worse than Mr. Vincent..."

As a true fortune teller, he has a certain reputation in the club, so if that gentleman wants to win over everyone, he must be a very annoying guy.

"Thank you."

After a few minutes, the beautiful receptionist put the black tea on the coffee table. Angelica watched the elegant Master Moretti take a sip of the black tea and suddenly thought of something.

When Angelica said this and saw the worried look on her face, Klein suddenly understood.

"Still the same, Marquis black tea."

"Good afternoon, Ms. Angelica, fate will always bring us back here."

"You know, most of the capable people don't fear fate as much as you do, and this is the case with this new gentleman. He has won over many members of the club..."

And Klein Moretti, who was no longer a "divineer", immediately took off his hat and saluted, and responded with a nonsense sentence full of magic.

"Mr. Moretti, you seem to be very busy lately?"

Klein nodded slightly and smiled politely.

Having said this, the beautiful lady smoothed her long hair, bent down and whispered into Master Moretti's ear:

"Yes, I only come here when I have Monday off. What's wrong? Is there a guest who wants to tell fortunes? I'm really sorry..."

"No, that's not the case Mr. Moretti..."

"Mr. Moretti is like this. Since Mr. Vincent passed away, the Fortune Teller Club in Tingen City has invited a gentleman to come."

Sure enough, even in a different world, there are still gangs and intrigues...

"Mr. Moretti, you look more like a fortune teller. What would you like to drink, coffee or black tea?"

In fact, I am already a better "clown" than a fortune teller. I don't know if the position of "clown" in the circus will be the same...

The former fortune teller cursed in his heart and began to think seriously about how to play the "clown".

Seeing the smooth and elegant movements of the gentleman in front of her, the beautiful lady Angelica suddenly blushed. She quickly waved her hands to indicate that it was not the guest who wanted to ask Klein Moretti for divination.

"Mr. Moretti, this is your black tea."

Klein Moretti sighed in his heart and didn't take this matter seriously. Anyway, he would rarely come here in the future.

"Angelica, is this a new face I've never seen before?"

"Let me guess, is this Master Moretti?"

At this moment, a middle-aged man's voice came. Klein turned around and saw a good-looking gentleman in his thirties.

Mr. Z of the Aurora Society noticed Master Moretti's gaze. He looked at Klein and then nodded slightly as a greeting to him.

"Yes, Mr. Connor Patterson, this is Klein Moretti, the most famous fortune teller in Tingen City."

When the beautiful lady Angelica saw the gentleman she was talking bad about coming, she immediately straightened her back and performed her duties as a receptionist nervously.

"Master Moretti, since I came to the Fortune Teller Club, I have often heard members praising your skills."

"You're welcome, it's just a false reputation."

Seeing that the other party actually took the initiative to start a conversation, and the topic seemed to go straight to the core of the conflict, Klein immediately used the clown's extraordinary ability to assume the airs of Mr. Fool and digressed lightly.

Mr. Z was also stunned when he saw Master Moretti being so impressive. He seemed to feel that no matter what he said, he would appear to be inferior to the gentleman opposite him.

"The Lord says, whoever exalts himself will be humbled, and whoever humbles himself will be exalted. Mr. Moretti, your current performance has made me understand the true meaning of the Lord's proverbs."

Connor Patterson took off the cross pendant on his chest and said this to the gentleman in front of him with a pious expression.

host?
Hearing this title and seeing the silver-white cross-shaped pendant with various patterns on it, Klein suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

"host?"

He spoke immediately, not hiding his surprise and curiosity.

"Yes, the Lord teaches us to be humble and not to be arrogant. This is a noble and rare character."

Hearing the question from the gentleman opposite, Connor Patterson smiled and explained.

"Well, Mr. Patterson, I mean, I don't seem to have heard of any gods saying this in their books. Which god do you believe in?" The Fool, the loyal guard of the goddess of the night and the leader of the cult. The gentleman asked curiously, because the other party definitely did not believe in one of the seven gods, so as a night watcher, he had to ask clearly.

"This is not something that cannot be said. What I believe in is the Creator. The birth of the seven gods comes from Him. He is the Lord who created everything, the omniscient and omnipotent God. He is the ruler of the vast star world and the source of all greatness. !”

"Although many people do not believe in Him, He is still recognized by the Church of the Seven Gods and has its own church and clergy."

Connor Patterson's blue eyes looked at the gentleman opposite him, and he introduced in detail with a steady temperament.

"This is quite rare."

After hearing the other party's explanation, Klein nodded, relieved, and agreed with a smile.

"Yes, the Lord has brought us wisdom and noble character. Mr. Moretti, do you want to know more about it?"

"Huh? No, my belief is the goddess of the night."

The cult leader Klein rejected the other party's preaching with some guilt.

After saying that, he picked up the black tea and took a sip. He stood up immediately and wanted to go to the bathroom to avoid this gentleman who might be in trouble.

But at this moment, a familiar words penetrated his ears.

"Master Moretti, please stay!"

I’m afraid you are also a time traveler, right?

Muttering in his heart, Klein paused in his steps and turned stiffly to look at the gentleman with blue eyes.

"You know, because of the fortune-telling club, I had a lot of trouble with many people, so my reputation also suffered from bad publicity, so I hope to hold an occult seminar to clarify some things."

"So, Mr. Moretti, can you come and join us?"

Mr. "Clown" was stunned for a moment. He thought the other party was looking for trouble. He took a deep breath, weighed it in his mind, and then nodded.

"If I have time."

"That's the best thing. On Monday next week, this is the address. You can just come over."

Connor Patterson showed a sincere smile and handed over the small note in his hand.

Since the ritual of calling the Lord failed, he has never heard the Lord's voice again, as if he had been abandoned by God.

But just two weeks ago, he heard God’s voice again. This voice was not as chaotic as before. Although it was weak, fuzzy and quiet, he still understood the Lord’s meaning.

He asked himself to look for something or someone in the fortune telling club.

As for what he would do after finding it, he didn't know yet, but judging from past experience, it was nothing more than preaching.

Based on Mr. Klein Moretti's performance just now and his reputation in the Soothsayer Club, whether he is the person he is looking for or not, he is worthy of preaching in person.

After all, Russell said that talent is the most important!

……

【Don’t touch me】

A white quill pen wrote on a blank notebook.

The pale palm holding it was suddenly shaken open, and the content written on the palm was also crossed out one after another.

The white quill turned around and began to write on its own.

[Due to the advent of certain opportunities, Zangwill's plan had to be advanced, but this was also a good thing for him. 】

[On Monday, Nighthawk Klein Moretti, who normally patrols the Soothsayer Club, accepted Mr. Z’s invitation. He will be converted into a believer of the Creator by this divine envoy, and his secret will also be revealed by this existence. mastered. 】

[This is a reasonable, natural and inevitable development! ! ! 】

[The offspring of the evil god in Megoose's belly felt the call of the Creator. It quickly entered the growth stage in order to escape from the mother's body as soon as possible as a last resort to deal with accidents. 】

[Members of the Aurora Society will coincidentally meet the remaining members of the Secret Order here, and put an end to the favored person "Garic" who is covered in amulets, has a cunning, despicable personality, and has changeable beliefs. Here! ! ! 】

【As for Ince Zangwill.】

As soon as the quill wrote this, Inz Zangwill, who was watching all this, felt his scalp numb, as if something scary and weird was looking at him and sizing him up somewhere he couldn't see. .

This feeling of cold air rushing down the tailbone made the former archbishop shiver unconsciously, shuddering in the hot summer!
When he thought that this quill was becoming more and more strange recently, and became less and less like its original appearance, he felt his scalp tingling, and endless fear welling up in his heart.

Drops of sweat fell from his forehead, and the former archbishop, who had only one eye left, stared at the white quill, as if this sealed object was proclaiming his final outcome.

[Although Zangwill is stupid enough, his plan will be more successful than ever. 】

[The Tingen City Nighthawks Team cannot change the fateful ending, and will all die here, so that ▇▇▇▇▇ can feel enough pain and abandon his weak, shameful, so-called, cherished " human nature"! 】

[As a born god, how can he mix with humans! ? 】

【Whatever is said, it shall be done, and God's will shall be carried out unimpeded on earth.】

As I wrote this, the white quill dimmed instantly, as if all the power had been exhausted.

Inszangwill also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. He only had a rough understanding of the above content and did not dare to delve too deeply for fear of attracting something scary and weird.

I can't take this quill anymore. Once I get the ashes of Saint Selina, I'll throw it here.
The former archbishop wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and made his final decision with heartache.

(End of this chapter)