Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In Queens, a low figure and a relatively tall figure hurriedly swept across the empty streets and walked towards an unremarkable bungalow.

The two ladies both made a certain disguise, one wore a large lace sun hat, the other put all the short golden hair into the brown woven hat, from a distance, it looked like one was still in grammar school The heroic boy in .

After Xio and Fors ended the party, they quickly contacted Mr. A through the agreed channel, and finally got the notice to meet at the house where they had the last party at about 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

The two, who had made a certain disguise, looked at each other and knocked on the closed door.

The reason why they dared to directly contact Mr. A, who has been confirmed to be a member of the Aurora Club, is because the other party is also a subordinate of Mr. Fool in a sense, and on the other hand, the two of them hardly showed at today's Tarot Club. .

The long life of wild Beyonders has firmly imprinted some common sense in their minds.

If you can't make a certain contribution to a party, sooner or later you will be eliminated from the party.

Since you can't participate in high-level discussions on design, do things that are inconvenient to others!

This is what they both agree on.

Soon, Mr. A's subordinates opened the door and led them to the party room.

At this time, Mr. A did not cover his face with the hood as before, but casually draped his robe over his body and stood in front of the seat, his beautiful face was extremely calm.

This... Xio and Fors, who were standing at the door of the room, stopped in unison. Although they recognized Mr. A's unique sense of oppression in the incoherent person in front of them, their minds were reluctant to I believe that this is actually Mr. A, who "will encourage female Beyonders to use their bodies to exchange potions".

If it is this way of using the body, it is very likely that it is impossible to tell who made the money... As a senior writer, Forsi, who has a more active mind, reacted first, and some comparisons could not stop popping up. Offensive thoughts.

She bumped into her friend's forearm, and then she was stunned before she could react, walked into the room, and said quickly:

"We have a request for you."

She imitated the bounty hunters in the Eastern District, squeezed her left eye bluntly, and "hinted":

"We found you under the guidance of a mysterious being."

But this sentence didn't seem to have any effect, instead, a slight fluctuation appeared on Mr. A's calm and beautiful face.

He waved his hand and signaled the waiters around him to retreat.

Under the fearful gazes of Xiu and Forsi, this notorious and powerful Beyonder slowly crossed his arms in front of his chest and gave a very standard elf salute.

"Praise the good but lost history."

His voice was low, and there was incomparable piety on his beautiful face that was not like a man.

After two seconds of silence, Mr. A opened his eyes, sat down behind him, and pointed his right hand.

"You can sit there."

He looked at Forsi and Xio, whose expressions were stagnant, and explained patiently at a slow pace:

"The great **** of 'mystery' is a great being who saves mankind with our Lord. He is among us and has always enjoyed the same treatment as the Lord."

After taking a break from the shock, he looked at his friend who was pursing his lips. With his familiarity with her, he knew that the other party might be making up some blasphemous things in his mind, so he took the initiative to say:

"At the party that was held today, one of His Blessed Ones issued a mission to get rid of Intis' ambassador in Backlund, for which he was willing to pay a certain amount."

Mr. A was stunned for a moment, then returned to normal, his eyes swept across Xio's face, a smile appeared on his beautiful face, he hesitated and said:

"Is this the event that the person supports?"

The classic mad believer's thought... I didn't know when to put the brakes on the brain. Forsi, who had already guessed the ending, took over the conversation and nodded decisively.

"Yes, Mr. Fool, the great God of Mysteries, he agreed to this action."

After all, at the meeting just now, Mr. Fool did not object, he has acquiesced!

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Mr. A did not hesitate. His slightly relaxed body suddenly sat upright, and the expression on his face became serious.

"Since it is an action approved by the gods, as the Lamb of the Lord, I am obliged to give everything."

Within the Aurora Society, the will of the "mysterious god" can also be regarded as an oracle as long as it is not opposed by the creator.

This is a rule that has been established since the Fourth Epoch True Creator Church existed.

Xio didn't seem to think that the other party would agree to his seemingly very difficult task so easily. He glanced at his friend who was smiling in surprise, and said with some uncertainty:

"Then the reward?"

Whoa!

Mr. A's realization swept over like a real sword, and his calm eyes became extremely sharp.

"The will of the Lord does not require the so-called reward."

"As the lambs of the world, we should dedicate ourselves and carry out our will to the end."

"This should not be mixed with worldly interests."

At this time, Mr. A shone with dazzling light in the eyes of Hugh and Fors, as if the leaders of some youth organizations were full of the charisma brought by selflessness.

If it weren't for reason and told me that he is a believer of the Aurora Society, a villain who has made many murders, I would have thought he was a good person... Hugh looks at the face that can make most women crazy, calm down thought.

The commission has been reached, Xio and Fors didn't know what to say, and the room fell silent.

After a few seconds, Mr. A, who had been looking down at people, suddenly lowered his chin and said hesitantly:

"I also have something to entrust you with."

entrust us? Xio and Fors immediately widened their eyes and became alert.

Mr. A, who was sitting on the soft chair of the sofa, lowered his eyes and said hesitantly:

"Please tell the favored one that I want to exchange a certain reward for the potion formulas of 'No Dark One', 'Manipulator' and 'Disaster Priest'. It does not need to be complete, as long as there are main materials, I will pay the He is satisfied with the reward."

His expression was firm, as if he was certain that the Blessed One who had never met must have the relevant formula.

............

Iron Gate Street, inside the Brave Bar.

Klein, who had eaten Dixie pie with Ian near the Backlund Bridge, was sitting on the bar of the bar at this time. After a while, his inspiration flickered. Walk through the crowd, like here.

"Mr. Moriarty, Caspars is still where he was last time." As a regular customer here, Ian directly found Caspars who was hiding in an unknown corner of the bar.

Of course, he still pays the bartender for a South Wales beer as usual, which is the norm here.

Klein, who had finished his beer but never put down his glass, nodded, got up immediately, followed Ian, and walked towards the pool room in the corner of the bar.

The big boy walking at the front clenched his right hand into a fist, knocked lightly on the wooden door, and with a creak, opened it directly behind the wooden door that was dislocated and closed, slowly revealing the next scene.

Having put down the club, Caspars, who had half a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at Klein unsurprisingly, twitched his nose with a scarred scar, and limped over.

"Are you going to find Maric now or after the party?"

When Ian found him just now, he had roughly explained the purpose of the two masters and servants today.

The half-hundred-year-old old man breathed out smoke indifferently, his cloudy eyeballs glanced at Klein lightly, but he didn't see the respect and caution he used to see other Beyonders on weekdays.

"The old gentleman should be about to start. I will take you there in a while, but you can only be alone. The 'old man' must wait at the bar. They are all exclusive and will not welcome new people casually. If you If you have to bring a valet, I can't guarantee what will happen."

Ian had specifically instructed Klein on this point before. After all, Detective Zeriel had not thought about arranging for Ian to cooperate with him at the party, or to attend in his place.

Klein nodded easily, and at the same time his ice blue eyes looked at Ian and winked at the big boy.

I saw that Ian had no superfluous expression on his face, but he left Klein and Caspers very familiarly, and sat in the area near the door of the bar.

Caspars, who was not surprised by this, dropped the cigarette in his hand, let Klein dodge his body, and limped out of the door.

"Come with me first, you need a little preparation."

Prepare? Klein, who probably had a guess in his mind, raised the corner of his mouth, and immediately followed the front, one deep and one shallow, but with very neat steps, he went to the back of the bar together.

Caspars casually greeted the bartender, then took out his right hand to the table and pulled out a simple iron-black mask.

He flipped the mask over a few times, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he took Klein to the kitchen. He walked around the small door at the back to the alley behind the bar. .

He stopped a dozen meters away from the house, carefully observed the surroundings, and then handed the iron black mask in his hand to Klein.

"If this mask is given to someone else, I will charge him two pounds, but for the face of the 'old man', you only need to give me one pound."

"Remember, don't think about causing trouble after you go in, or I won't be finished with you."

It sounds like a threat, but it's essentially worried about me... Klein rubbed the unremarkable mask in his hands, sighed, took out a note from his pocket, and handed it to Caspers.

But if I'm outside, I can buy more than a dozen of these masks for one pound, all of which are identical...

He gently put the mask on his face, unexpectedly, his face did not feel very cold.

Also, the human skin mask itself has already played a certain role in insulating the temperature... Klein moved his already stiff muscles and laughed hoarsely.

"Don't worry, I still have experience."

He messed up his hair, and Caspars leaned towards the unlit house and knocked on the door rhythmically.

After seven or eight seconds, an inconspicuous small wooden board on the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing a pair of tan eyes from the darkness behind.

The person behind the door stuck to the vacancy that flashed from the small wooden board, and after examining it for a long time, he slowly opened the door that opened backwards.

He wore a featureless iron mask and held a hooded robe in his hand. He carefully looked at Klein, who had already rubbed his head into a chicken coop, and turned his head to Caspers hoarse. road:

"Is this the person you're talking about?"

"Yes." Kaspars snorted, uttering only one syllable, his lips barely moving.

Taking another look, the masked man suddenly threw the robe in his hand to Klein, and then motioned him to enter the house.

Under Caspars' gaze, Klein followed into the house, and the dark door slammed shut.

The man wearing the mask didn't light the lamp. In the darkness, relying on memory, he shuttled skillfully, and took Klein to the living room on the first floor of the house in a few moments.

A candle is lit on the coffee table here, and the dim yellow light illuminates the entire room.

Klein, who had already turned on his spiritual vision outside the door, was slightly startled. He found that almost everyone here was wearing wide robes with iron black masks on their faces.

Looking at it this way, it feels like a horror movie... Klein, who has not yet put on his robe, dragged the corner, found a place, and sat in the corner.

It wasn't until after he sat down, after a few seconds, that a chubby man broke the silence.

"Is there anyone who is good at purification? Recently, a lot of evil beasts have destroyed my medicine field in the sewers. As you know, I used to plant a lot of herbs that can drive away these beasts, but now they are all useless. !"

"Does any of you know what's going on? Or can you directly help me solve this problem?"

"Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I will pay you the corresponding reward." The chubby man looked around for a week, looking at the people who were still silent, and his voice revealed expectations.

Unfortunately, no one seemed to answer his question directly.

Stab it!

There was a harsh rubbing sound, and an ordinary, thin man suddenly stood up and took over the topic.

"Speaking of sewers, I don't know if you have noticed. The sewers in Chowood District were partially sealed a few days ago."

"I heard from the police station that smashed corpses appeared in the sewers that connected to several other districts, as if they were run over by a steam hammer, and they couldn't be buckled."

After speaking, the man also mentioned the specific locations of several blocked sewer entrances.

The first chubby man to speak was a "pharmacist"?

Klein, who almost ran into a "pharmacist" in Tingen, raised his brows, somewhat surprised.

After all, he just heard some news about the "Pharmacist" pathway from Roselle's diary. If it is the "Pharmacist" of the Church of the Mother Earth, it is fine, but if it is the "Pharmacist" of the Life Sect, Klein has to be careful about him Medicines are sold.

The moon that the Life Sect believes in is probably an evil god!

Immediately, he looked at the other man who was speaking, recalling several mentioned sewer entrances in his mind, and his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Klein's mind, and he almost struck his left palm with his right fist.

That person just now, the location he mentioned happened to be where Klein and the others fought that day!

This is where Detective Zeriel encountered Bishop Rose's black hand!

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