Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Perhaps the amount of the first two transactions was too large, and the party fell into dead silence again, and no one said a word.

It wasn't until the party was about to end that the man who was suspected to be a "pharmacist" who made a statement at the very beginning said hesitantly.

"Does any of you have the medulla crystal of the 'Spirit Fountain', or related news?"

His voice was not small, and while he was shouting, he kept floating in the direction of Klein and Bishop Rose.

These two are new faces at the party, and there may be resources for this.

But unfortunately, no one responded.

Klein folded his hands on the golden embossed top of the chain-blade cane, and his eyes were calm behind the iron mask.

"Spirit Spring", also known as "Sunia Golden Spring", is an extraordinary material monopolized by local forces. If it is just the spring water of the Golden Spring, this is not something that is difficult to obtain, but if it is the medulla crystal of the spring water , this kind of items that are limited every year, almost only have the opportunity to be encountered in local transactions.

In order to stabilize the gathering today, the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom", who had already bought the sealed item corresponding to "Psychic", gave a low smile and joked:

"Maybe you can try going to Sonia Island, where the gangsters should solve your problems for you."

Although this sentence is a casual joke, but it pointed out the most convenient method.

For most Beyonders, if they can find the Beyonder characteristics they need with a single ticket, then this is not something to be concerned about, and it can even be said to be cost-effective.

Soon, several scattered transactions were brought up, and they quickly aborted. The convenor of the party, the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" clapped his hands and said in a low voice:

"Let's get here first today, and as usual, leave one by one, three minutes apart from each other."

His eyes swept away, and he was the first to stop his gaze on Klein. ,

"you go first."

I go first? Klein was a little surprised, but he was relieved immediately. He left his seat in a gracious manner, followed by the waiter, and walked out of the living room.

Is this for fear of robbing or murdering other members after someone leaves the party? That's right, if strength allows, this is much faster than finding a way to make money... Klein took off the black robe on his body and handed it over to the tall waiter.

The attitude of that person now is completely different from the attitude of Klein when he first arrived at the party. The sale of a Sequence Seven Beyonder characteristic has changed his opinion, and of course the other participants.

In fact, compared to me, the most attractive is the "Rose Bishop", but no one should have the courage to provoke her. On the contrary, I who have not directly revealed my strength is indeed a good target... I am the first It is estimated that the "Bishop Rose" was the last one to leave, but the first one left was to protect me, and the last one she left was to protect the participants...

Klein walked out of the house and breathed in the cold and humid air of Backlund. After walking a few steps, he saw Caspars who was limping.

He stopped his legs that were struggling to move, and looked at Klein, who was not missing any arms or legs, but came out with a cane. He nodded slightly, and said, not too surprised:

"Looks like you got what you wanted."

While speaking, as the distance between the two shortened, he caught a glimpse of the sudden bulge under Klein's coat, and frowned a few times.

They didn't talk, they walked through the kitchen in silence, and amidst the cheers and dogfights in the bar, they came to the door of the house of cards deep in the bar.

The two stared at the ordinary wooden door in silence, and did not speak for a while.

After a few seconds, Caspars, who had terrifying scars on his face, twitched his red nose and took the initiative to say sideways:

"The following is your transaction, I will not participate."

"Thank you." Klein, who was very satisfied with today's party, smiled slightly. The hand in his pocket was rubbing the cold and gentle Azik copper whistle.

Although he was worried that Mr. Azik's copper whistle would cause the other party's living corpse to get out of control, but because of the special period, he did not dare to store the copper whistle on the gray fog like this, and could only carry it with him.

Maybe I can use a method to isolate the impact of this copper whistle on reality, and turn it on when it is useful... I remember that the wall of spirituality can effectively block the influence of some items, I can try it another day ... Klein pulled out his left hand, Shu Renxu clenched it into a fist, and tapped a few times.

Seeing this, Caspars left the door of the house of cards and returned to the corridor.

After a few seconds, a low-pitched response came from the quiet house of cards.

"Enter."

Heh... Klein's smile was even worse. He twisted the door handle, lit the chain-blade cane, and walked in with a relaxed gait, more confident than last time.

There was not much difference between the scenery in the card room and what Klein saw last time. One after another, the living corpses whose faces were bloodless, and even had blue-black skin, were silently looking at him with empty eyes.

They were holding cards in their hands or holding chips used to represent the amount of money, which were a bit sparse, but their positions were very particular and surrounded by Maric, who was sitting facing the gate.

Malice and madness lurked in his eyes, and the whole person seemed to be at the critical point of being irritable, but it was all because of the fact that he kept facing each other, and he didn't have an attack on the spot.

No wonder the "Rose School" is called a cult. The changes brought about by this sequence don't look like a good person... After all, Klein has something to ask for, so he didn't directly find a seat like he usually maintains his personality. Sit down, but took the initiative to stand on the empty side of the card table, with a mellow voice:

"I can pay the 1,000 pounds now. I don't know when the friend you mentioned can start protecting me."

The mental state was not very good, and at the same time, Maric, who felt a trace of disobedience, glanced at the living corpse he controlled, blinked his eyes surrounded by dark circles, and said with restraint:

"I need to see the cash first."

Klein didn't hesitate, but he moved a little slower. He silently took out the canvas bag that Mr. Eye of Wisdom had prepared in advance from his coat and counted a thousand pounds.

It's not Klein Moretti's style, but it's Sherlock Moriarty's.

He put stacks of gold pounds **** with notes on the card table, pushed it hard, passed the living corpse, and pushed it directly into Maric's hands.

Seeing that Maric, who was wearing only a white shirt and a black vest, slowly finished checking the gold pound, Klein took the initiative to ask:

"Well, I think there should be no problem."

"Not bad." The pale-faced Maric squeezed his eyes and replied in a deep voice, "Protection starts now."

Now? Klein turned around abruptly, but found that there was no one behind him. He quickly looked around the room, only to see the living corpse in the "standby" state and Maric, who seemed to be in a poor mental state.

Klein, who found nothing, silently turned on his spiritual vision, but still found nothing.

Is this trying to deceive me? Or is the so-called friend just you, or your corpses? Klein looked at Maric, who was still sitting in the seat, but his left hand holding the cane had already touched the mechanism. Adjusting his wrist, he could throw a beautiful whip at any time.

When he was still in the Nighthawks squad, he had already learned the basic usage of various weapons from Mr. Gawain.

Although the skills of the whip are not skilled enough, with the ability of the magical item itself, it can still deal a certain amount of damage, enough for Klein to leave here.

But because of the divination in advance, Klein knew that the other party should not lie to him.

He gave Maric a deep look, and then walked out of the room, leaving the card room that was blocked by the corridor.

boom! The wooden door was tightly closed, and while walking, Klein seemed to hear the direction of the card room, and there was a sound that was not very obvious, as if something heavy was hitting the table, smashing bursts Muffled.

Wouldn't those living corpses lose control as soon as I left... Klein had a bad thought in his mind, and he put his left hand in his pocket again and tightened.

Although he was really unhappy with this foggy feeling, dissatisfied that he couldn't see the bodyguard he hired, but as soon as he left, there was a corpse riot on the other party's territory~www.wuxiamtl.com~ What do you think about Xia Rock Moriarty's wind review will have a careful evaluation.

That is to say, there are not many people who know this identity... He turned a corner and saw Caspars sitting with Ian. The two did not communicate, but were separated by a distance, silently and drinks.

Milk... Klein, who stood on tiptoe to see what his assistant said in the quilt, sighed a little.

He tapped on the edge of the bar familiarly, attracting Ian's attention.

"Mr. Moriarty!" The big boy with the round felt hat came to "live" at once, and his bright red eyes flashed with a light that symbolized anger.

After a few sips of the milk left in his hand, he took the initiative to come over.

Caspars, who silently drank an unknown beer, also turned his head, looked at Klein's expressionless expression, nodded and asked:

"Maric agreed to your request?"

Because he did not have the qualifications to enter the Beyonder gathering, he did not know that Klein had sold a copy of the Beyonder characteristic of Sequence Seven several times, and he suddenly became a powerhouse in the eyes of the participants.

"The bodyguards have already started their work." Because he didn't know where the bodyguards were, Klein, who could only answer like this, pretended to be eloquent and nodded slightly.

He felt the stiffness of the muscles on his face, and a serious question suddenly appeared in his mind.

If the bodyguards mentioned by Maric have really started their tasks, they can silently protect their own safety by not showing up.

Then if you encounter a time that requires a gray fog to solve it, if you have to take off the human skin mask at night, or just catch up with the prayers of the Tarot Club members, what should you do?

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