Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Are you willing to take this commission?" Prince Edsack stared blankly at Klein, who was sandwiched between the butler and Aigron. Away from the viewpoint here, I am looking across thousands of mountains and rivers.

This... There is no weapon on his body, and Klein, who is spiritually empty, can't help but take a step back. Although the spiritual intuition in his head does not sound like he usually does when he encounters a crisis, his common sense tells him that this His Royal Highness is not normal at all!

He subconsciously looked at both sides quickly, but found that the two Beyonders who were suspected to be in the middle sequence were standing there blankly at the moment, their eyes were also dazed with turbidity, as if some other scenery had taken over the colors. .

"I'm willing to accept this commission." Klein, who originally planned to call Ambrosius in the face of danger, couldn't find any similar thoughts at this time. You stared blankly at the easygoing prince in front of you. He nodded silently.

"I am willing to accept your entrustment, Your Royal Highness."

"Really, that's great, it will avoid a lot of unnecessary troubles." In an instant, Prince Edsaco returned to the energetic and not very serious look that Klein had when he first saw him. , as if he had received some kind of gift, he nodded in a good mood.

"This is written by me. The specific entrustment includes details and an account in Bavart Bank. I will directly transfer the payment to Detective Moriarty to this account." The prince's eyes were no longer blank. Shaking his head lightly, he touched his left hand not too neatly, and finally took out an envelope from the desk behind him, passed the housekeeper, and handed it to Klein.

He looked at Klein, who was a little surprised, and calmly added:

"This must be a price that will please you."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something, waved his palm, made a stop gesture, turned his head slightly, looked at Mr. Agron on the left side of Klein, and said solemnly:

"Major Crosone, I think I need to ask you one more thing."

Aegron, who had been silent for a long time, had apparently returned to normal, with his legs together, and a very standard military salute.

"I hope you can help Mr. Moriarty move to another house. After today, MI9 will definitely monitor your apartment for a while, and it will not be safe there." Prince Edsack rubbed the hand in his hand. Pocket watch, carefully exhorted.

After hearing the order, Aegron's brows were still furrowed, but after a brief struggle, he quickly agreed to the prince's request.

"Yes, I will help him better integrate into Backlund."

Hearing Mr. Major's affirmative reply, His Royal Highness waved his hand in relief, and squeezed his eyes tiredly.

The prince paced back and forth in place for a few times, then stood still, took out a beautifully crafted pocket watch from his straight and neat trousers, glanced at the time, and said to the housekeeper beside him:

"It's getting late. MI9 should have finished handling the scene. You should send Major Crosone and Mr. Moriarty away first."

"You two, Your Highness is going to rest, please come with me." The butler who had always been like a wooden man suddenly moved, his eyes wandering between Klein and Aegron without emotion, he bowed and raised his hand.

Obviously, the owner of this manor has issued an order to evict guests. No matter how many questions Klein still has, he can only bury it in his heart, follow the housekeeper and walk out of the manor obediently.

Along the way, against the backdrop of the darkness of night, Klein's frowning brows and tangled expression seemed insignificant, and even the two companions in front of him couldn't notice it.

Why, what's the matter with this prince? He doesn't seem to be a real client. Why did I have the idea of ​​refusing and asking questions just now?

One question after another grew in Klein's heart, irritating him more and more impatiently.

Just now, I was affected because my spiritual intuition was not touched, just like I was forcibly bound by "secret" last time.

This means that the person behind him has no malice towards himself.

He kept reminiscing about the scene when he received the commission just now, but found that he couldn't remember the details at all, and could only think of the general idea that His Royal Highness had commissioned him.

With his mind empty and confused, Klein absentmindedly took the weapon he handed in from the guard, and under the guidance of the waiter, boarded the luxury carriage he was riding in again.

The strict butler checked the sentry at the door, and then turned around immediately, looking at Mr. Agron who was not familiar with him, and raised his hand as well.

Slap, a strong big hand suddenly grabbed Mr. Butler's wrist, and the waiters who were on guard around suddenly stretched their hands to their waists in unison.

"Major Crosson, what do you mean?" The strong butler no longer looked at the prince's friend in front of him, and asked in a low voice.

I saw Aegron, who had been very respectful in front of Prince Edsack, at this moment, his eyes were a touch of dark gold, and his cold vertical pupils stared mercilessly into the eyes of the old housekeeper.

He also lowered his voice, and his right hand, which was tightly gripping Mr. Butler's wrist, moved down slightly, holding the butler's palm covered with white-lined gloves.

"Why did Your Highness suddenly entrust Sherlock Moriarty today?"

The middle-aged and elderly gentleman whose palm was clenched shook his head indifferently, as if the strong man who could smash and move the wall in a circle in front of him was not threatening himself.

"Servants should not reveal the privacy of their masters."

Seeing the calmness and indifference in front of him as always, Aegron suddenly let go of his hands, turned and stepped onto the carriage.

There was a sore butler in his right hand, and he raised his arm and waved like no one else.

The coachman who had been prepared for a long time whipped his whip, urging the luxurious carriage to start gradually, stepping on the road diametrically opposite to when he came, heading towards the city of Backlund.

In front of the gate of the Red Rose Manor, the dazzling light still exists, but an elderly gentleman in a dark red formal suit stood beside the housekeeper at some point.

The waiters around were still busy, and one after another figure came and went around him, but they all ignored him strangely, as if from the beginning, this gloomy and arrogant old man did not exist.

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

In Prince Edsack's study.

The prince, who should have rested, did not return to the bedroom, but left his true love and was sitting blankly on the soft chair behind the desk, as if waiting for someone to come.

dong dong dong.

The sound of knocking on the door was particularly obvious in the silent night. The elderly gentleman in dark red formal suit, the advisor to the royal family, Herben Rambis pushed open the closed door of the study without authorization and walked in.

The vertical pupils in his eyes are still indifferent, and just staring at them will give people a feeling of wanting to actively surrender.

Whoa whoa whoa!

An illusory wave rang out for no reason. In the small study, a calm shadow suddenly surged. Ten huge horns rose from every corner of the room to support the roof, completely blocking outside peeps.

In the center of the horns, a shirtless man slowly crawled out from the flowing shadow, his scarlet vertical pupils looked at the low-key and luxurious decorations around him, pulled a chair without hesitation, and collapsed onto it. .

"You are too casual, so sooner or later your whereabouts will be revealed." Herwin Rambis, who has always been known for his humility and erudition, had a frosty expression on his face, and walked sharply to the desk, not responding to the changes in the outside world. In front of the prince, carefully inspected.

The man in the seat sneered nonchalantly and straightened a little.

"Expose, to whom do you mean exposure, maybe we have already exposed to Adam and Hei Ye, even if it is 'secret', when you contacted the person just now, He must have known."

Hwen's icy vertical pupils looked at Edsack's dull pupils, searching for something, and said in a low voice:

"They don't care about us losers, and I don't think I can return to the throne of 'ideologue' anymore."

"As long as 'Mystery' doesn't die, I will never be able to return to the divine position."

He, no, he suddenly straightened up, and his icy gaze turned to his ally, Fabuti, who was also the fallen ancient god, UU reading www. uukanshu. Layers of gray-white illusory scales continued to appear on Com's face.

"Just like you desperately need the owner of the source to help you get rid of pollution, I only hope to be able to return to the sun, your goals and mine are not conflicting."

"Maybe those few won't stop us, but the sun, storm, wisdom, dusk, and the upcoming 'Dark Emperor', they should be happy to divide up your last property and keep it for yourself."

Fabti, who was slumped on the chair, suddenly endured a low voice and sat up straight, his face only gloomy and tyrannical.

He stood up and looked at the only ordinary person in the room, the son of Augustus, and suddenly laughed.

"Trust me, they won't find out, I'm pretty confident if it's just using the 0-08 to secure the plan."

Fabti, whose body was gradually disintegrating, slowly turned his head and looked at Angelwed, who had obtained "legal status", and said with malicious sarcasm:

"After all, your ability to write stories, you big lizards, is as bad as ever."

"Didn't you notice that the 'clown' has found a loophole in the story?"

"Aren't you just abusing hypnosis and guidance?" Laughing silently, Fabti, who appeared in human form, collapsed in place, and a sticky shadow slowly fell back to the calm floor. , without a trace.

"Hwin Rambis", whose face was dotted with gray and white dragon scales, was expressionless, wondering what he was thinking.

The clouds blocking the red moon outside the window drifted away with the wind, and the crimson light shone into the study room again, but Edsack was the only one left on the desk in the entire room.

Since he was an adult, he has never been as slack as he is now, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised on his calm face, as if he is dreaming something.

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