Time flies by and Monday comes again.

The streets in the early morning are covered with frost and dew.

"Have you noticed that the fog has gotten thicker and thicker recently?" Jon sniffed and spoke seemingly casually.

After hearing this, Klein, who was wearing a vest, said helplessly: "This is Backlund's characteristic, isn't it?"

"Numbness is a breeding ground for death, and fate indicates that something bad is happening." Jon's expression softened slightly, "I think we should be prepared."

Klein, who didn't take it seriously at first, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard this.

He knew that the intuition of Extraordinaries in the 'monster' path was often extremely sharp, not to mention that there was a 'Starry Sky Evil God' who was suspected of being in charge of destiny behind Jon Joestar.

"So, Backlund is not a safe place. Should I find an opportunity to escape?" Klein thought to himself.

But soon, he gave up this idea.

What to skate about?

No future!

He is an official member of the Church of the Night, and if he is in trouble, he can just go to the goddess.

If even the goddess can't solve it...

Well, I can run away with a clear conscience when the time comes.

Seeing no one around, Klein deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "What exactly are the 'bad things' you said?"

"Stop thinking nonsense. Things at this level have nothing to do with you. If you really want to take action, the only way is for that adult to take action personally."

Jon smiled and said, "My friend, don't say I didn't warn you. I have recently recruited a group of high-quality believers for Him. I'm afraid your status as a favored one is not so stable."

Hearing this, three black lines appeared unconsciously on Klein's forehead.

Sorry ~

The spirit is me, and the favored one is me.

Everything is me.

What you imagine may not be true at all.

As they approached their destination, their conversational attitudes gradually changed.

Jon smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Sherlock, I don't think I have congratulated you on officially becoming a 'listener' yet."

Klein quickly entered the state, with his mouth tightened and his expression stern. But if you look carefully, you will find the madness suppressed deep in his eyes.

He raised his hat slightly, smiled very restrainedly and said, "It is my honor to be able to listen to the gospel of the Lord at any time."

Jon shrugged noncommittally.

While they were talking, the two walked into the villa.

Klein skillfully led Jon to find the owner of this place, Mr. A, the head of the Backlund Aurora Society.

"This is our first meeting, Mr. Joestar." Mr. A said with a gentle expression, "Let me introduce myself. I am the Lord's missionary. You can call me Mr. A."

"Hello." Jon's attitude was neither salty nor cool.

Mr. A didn’t care and focused on Klein.

Silently feeling the aura emanating from the other party, he nodded with satisfaction, "Sherlock, I was indeed right about you. Being able to go further in such a short period of time shows that you have indeed gained the Lord's favor."

After hearing this, Klein lowered his head humbly and said, "Praise God."

Mr. A said in a certain way, "Praise my Lord."

Jon's face seemed expressionless, but the joyful soul in his heart was burning brightly.

Good guy, he pretends to be so good, he is worthy of being the ‘Lord of the Waistcoat’, his acting skills are only inferior to that of me, Mr. Qiao.

After praising the "True Creator" as usual, Mr. A extended his hand to invite him, "Mr. Joestar, I have been famous for you for a long time. Come on, please sit down."

Jon did his best and sat down on the leather sofa.

Mr. A was not in a hurry to get to the point, but said to Klein: "Sherlock, we have nothing to do with you here for the time being."

Klein was stunned for a moment, but still didn't say anything, turned around and left the living room.

Mr. A poured tea for Jon himself, "Mr. Joestar, I'll make it clear. I hope you can join us and return to the embrace of the Lord."

Since we want to recruit Sherlock Moriarty into the club and train him as a backbone, we naturally need to investigate the interpersonal relationships around him.

When Mr. A saw that Sherlock Moriarty had a close relationship with Backlund's famous 'Wild Beyonder' Jon Joestar, he came up with the idea of ​​recruiting him into the Aurora Society.

Different ways?

It doesn't matter, the Lord doesn't care.

Jon smiled and said, "Mr. A, you are not the first person to try to pull me into an extraordinary organization, and I don't think you will be the last one."

After pondering for a moment, he added: "Ashamed to say, I am not a believer in any god, but a follower of fate itself, but I respect the Creator quite a bit."

As he spoke, he drew horizontal and vertical lines on his chest, forming an obvious inverted cross.

When Mr. A saw it, the smile on his face couldn't help but be a little sincere.

But he still refused to let Jon go and said in a deep voice: "The Lord has shouldered a painful fate for the world. Isn't this enough for you to return to His arms?"

Jon did not continue, but suddenly mentioned another matter, "Mr. A, I wonder how much you know about the angels who serve the Creator?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the expression on Mr. A's face suddenly became extremely ferocious, and the skin all over his body swelled back and forth, as if something was about to break out of his body.

"Those...shameful betrayers!" He gritted his teeth, obviously knowing the truth quite well.

This is normal.

As long as he can survive the risk of losing control and be promoted to the rank, and even become the person in charge of the international city of Backlund, Mr. A can be called the favored one of the "True Creator" from every aspect.

In those crazy babbles, he learned many secrets from many eras ago, and knew that the current righteous gods were all shameless people who betrayed the Creator.

Jon pretended not to have seen those weird scenes, and said in a deep voice: "Not long ago, I met Ourolius. You know, even if I choose to serve the Creator, there will never be two angels of fate beside him.

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Upon hearing this, Mr. A's abnormality suddenly disappeared, his eyes widened, and some horrifying thoughts naturally emerged in his mind.

Jon smiled, "Now, you know the reason why I can live so freely without joining any extraordinary organization."

In an instant, big beads of sweat came down from the corner of his forehead. Mr. A swallowed nervously and lowered his head deeply, "I am too rude, my dear... Your Majesty Jon."

"Don't be so nervous. I'm not interested in disputes. I just want to witness the colorful destiny of all living beings."

Speaking of this, Jon said meaningfully: "And fate tells me that the opportunity for Him to get a moment of peace will be in the near future. Mr. A, are you ready?"

Mr. A doesn’t know why.

At this moment, a hoarse and crazy voice suddenly sounded in the back of his mind, "Do as he says!"

"Yes!" Without caring about anything else, Mr. A hurriedly knelt down, two lines of clear bloody tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Jon was thoughtful.

After a moment, he stopped laughing.

You sell me a favor, and I'll return a favor to you.

Fair enough——

Staring at Mr. A condescendingly, Jon said: "Pay more attention to the actions of the Loen military recently, always pay attention to the actions of Intis's ambassador to Backlund, and stop all recruitment of believers."

He thought for a while and then said: "Also, don't tell Sherlock Moriarty my true identity. You know, in a long life, there always needs something special to embellish the color."

"Good luck Sherlock." Mr. A sighed sincerely.

At the same time, he became more determined to cultivate the other person well, which was very beneficial both in public and private matters.

Although he left the living room, Klein never left.

He was very curious about the conversation between Jon and Mr. A.

However, he did not have the courage to eavesdrop, so he could only wait quietly outside the door for the final result.

About half an hour later, Mr. A sent Jon out respectfully.

Klein straightened his body slightly. Before he could speak, Mr. A took the lead and said: "Sherlock, digest the 'Listener' potion as soon as possible. I have prepared the Sequence 7 potion formula and extraordinary materials for you."

Klein:???

Is it an illusion?

Why did he feel that there was a hint of hospitality in Mr. A's appreciative attitude?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, he nodded, "I will."

Jon saw through it without saying anything, and said a friendly farewell, "In this case, I'll leave first."

"Please walk slowly." Mr. A smiled gently.

After Jon and Klein left the villa, Klein finally couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart and said, "What's going on? Why do I feel that he..."

"A bit too friendly, isn't it?" Jon smiled, "I actually didn't do anything, I just inadvertently revealed my true sequence, and by the way, I temporarily took over the entire Aurora Society for my own use."
To be continued...