Mystery: Two or three things between me and Tianzun God

Chapter 88: If you kill someone, you still have to bury them.
The glittering golden scene in front of him did not disrupt Ron's thoughts.

As a great being, although he has some small hobbies and likes these shiny little things, he will not be confused by them.

Compared to these shiny little cuties, Ron prefers the authority of the second level of the sequence or the "0" level sealed objects.

However, this beautiful wish is destined to be unrealized.

The blond boy searched for a long time. Except that the giant ship under his feet had Sequence 2 properties, the rest was some junk extraordinary materials that were less than a demigod.

They have been eroded by the damaged kingdom of disorder, and most of them have lost their original functions and become twisted and evil.

Regarding the current situation, Ron also used his endless wisdom to think carefully about it.

The purpose of building this ship is for refuge. Since it is for refuge, how could it be possible to put "0" level sealed objects in it in advance?

Even the Sequence Two characteristics that can be sealed can inadvertently cause a big blow to this giant ship.

This is a hindrance to escape, not an aid.

Looking away from the "shining" Jinshan, Ron shook the crystal ball in his hand. He hesitated again and again but still could not incorporate this characteristic into his body.

On the one hand, this is because this characteristic does not help him much, and on the other hand, it is because of this small amount of source material.

After accommodating this characteristic, there is no place to put the source material.

In the end, Ron kept the place as it was, and used his own authority and personality to reconstruct and strengthen this space.

By the time all this was done, it was already noon.

The dazzling sunlight fell from the sky, illuminating the calm sea like a huge sapphire.

The sunlight that shines directly into the ocean from high altitude is distorted, as if there are something more here that does not belong to this place.

With the appearance of a blond figure, this abnormal phenomenon that had not appeared for a long time immediately disappeared.

Ron raised his hand and once again tossed the Sequence 2 properties that sealed the source material in his hand. He nodded with satisfaction, then raised his hand and threw it into the King's Treasure House.

The harvest this time was very good. Not only did I find countless treasures, I also found a giant angel-level ship and the most important source of essence.

This makes the blond boy feel happy, because with this source of essence, he can use it to drive some people who are easy to persuade.

Looking up at the position of the sun, Ron's figure instantly faded and entered the spiritual world.

East Balam.

Rune Colony.

Custer City.

"Ahem, that's what it is anyway. I'm very sorry about your child's death."

In a luxurious reception room that is elegantly decorated and equipped with various expensive furniture, a dry-looking old man is conveying the news of their child's death to the owner.

His words were extremely humble and sad, as if the Loen people he killed with his own hands were his brothers.

"By the way, this is his relic. I brought him here."

The old man picked up the bleeding suitcase next to him and put the silk scarf in his right hand on the coffee table.

The strong smell of blood that could not be dissipated instantly made the faces of the host and hostess change.

They stared blankly at the bleeding suitcase, the grief and depression on their faces unmistakable.

"You two, my words have been conveyed. I still have some things to do, so I will take the first step." The dry-looking old man did not care about the mood of the owner of this place. He seemed to be accustomed to this kind of thing.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Jacks, you came all the way here, how could we let you go in vain?"

"Sambu, go and give a thousand pounds to this old gentleman, just think of it as our thanks to you."

"You are a true, moral and conscientious old gentleman."

The male owner, who looked to be in his forties or fifties, came to his senses and asked his old butler to get the cash.

If the old gentleman hadn't conveyed the news of his youngest son's death, he would have even wanted to invite him to have dinner at his manor.

Jakes' resolute steps towards the outside suddenly paused. After the demigod of the Rose School heard a thousand pounds, his expression became hesitant.

Ever since Sir Si'a decided to start a colonial resistance war, the funds within the Rose School have become increasingly stretched.

To this day, even as a demigod, he does not have more money to satisfy his desires in life.

"Mr. Jacks, this is a little bit of my heart. You must accept the money."

The male owner of the manor wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and persuaded the old gentleman in front of him sincerely.

In the not-so-peaceful East Balam, there are people who travel thousands of miles to deliver their children's belongings to their homes.

Although what the other party conveyed was not good news, the other party's integrity was worth keeping in mind.

"Okay, no need to send it away."

Dry Jacks accepted this gift from the owner of the manor with dry words.

In fact, he, Jacks, originally disdained the above-mentioned immoral behavior.

According to this demigod's idea, the most efficient solution is to kill all the people here, plunder their property, and release his own desires.

However, he thought about it for a long time and finally decided not to cause trouble.

Because this time, he came here with a mission from Sir Si'a. If the mission failed just because he killed a few people, then he would most likely not have to worry about money in the future.

Pushing open the door, the dry old man nodded slightly to the owner of the manor, indicating that the other party did not need to get up to see him off.

"Jacks, how much did you gain this time?"

As soon as he walked out of the manor, the demigod from the alien path heard the low voice of his companion in the form of an evil spirit, as if coming from the throat.

"It's not much, they are very stingy, it's only two hundred pounds."

Jacks did not look at the "Silent Disciple" beside him. Instead, he took out ten ten-pound notes that he had prepared from his trouser pocket and handed them to him.

Mahamus was a little confused. After all, how could a rich man who owned such a huge estate only pay a mere two hundred pounds for "service fees".

However, he had no way to confirm, because his unconventional appearance had already been printed on various wanted posters and reward lists.

As the leader of the Highland Resistance Army, this is the inevitable treatment he will encounter.

"The God's Favorite that Sir Si'a mentioned should be in this city. The flickering frequency of this thing is getting faster and faster, which definitely means that we have found the right place!"

Jacks did not discuss the reward issue too much. Instead, he discussed the progress of the mission with his companions without blushing or heartbeat.

(End of this chapter)