Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Snake, where is there a snake?" Angelo, who was holding a lantern in his hand, reflected first, and subconsciously raised the light in his hand.

Panting heavily, Klein had beads of sweat on his face that had been frightened by the red-haired young man before.

"The basement, the ground is full of poisonous snakes. If I hadn't happened to bring a cane, I might have stayed below?"

The corpse of the poisonous snake on the ground was paralyzed. In a panic, Mr. Carter and Angelo, who were standing one after the other, did not take a close look, and did not find any clues on the body of the poisonous snake. Instead, they were startled with tiny pimples.

Mr. Carter, who is already old and his body is not as good as before, even clutched his chest tightly, making it difficult to breathe. After panting for a while, he suddenly grabbed Angelo's forearm and said in a deep voice:

"Hurry up and seal this place, and let the workers seal the door so that no news can pass through."

"Yes!" Angelo, who was in a trance, responded subconsciously, and quickly walked out of the basement area that had been cleaned up.

Although he was born in a colonial plantation, since childhood, he has always been afraid of these snakes, which have a certain mysterious color in the southern continent.

These things kill several people every year in the plantation!

Seeing that Mr. Carter really gave up the idea of ​​continuing to explore, Klein, who had been pretending to be tired and frightened, straightened up a little and gradually returned to his normal breathing rate.

Accompanied by him, Mr. Carter moved quickly and returned to the first floor of the main house without hesitation.

The old gentleman, who was no longer as palpitated as the old man, looked back at the dark and dull entrance to the basement behind him, swallowed subconsciously, and then turned to Klein, who didn't know when to return to normal, and said slowly:

"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. If you hadn't discovered the problem here, it's really hard for me to imagine how many problems there would have been during construction."

His hands were hanging down unnaturally, and he kept rubbing beside his pockets, his expression seemed a little flustered, he took a light breath and asked:

"Mr Moriarty, do you know any...professionals who deal with this situation?"

"I'm afraid even if the entrance is sealed, the snakes will run out of nowhere.

"Don't worry now, it's already autumn, they won't be active in cold places, but in summer, this may really need to be paid attention." Klein, who was suddenly asked, pressed his chin and pretended to be calm. Thinking way.

He closed his mouth tightly, his lips pursed into a straight line, his face looked extremely ugly, and he seemed to be really worried about the group of snakes that would swim out of the gap in the basement at some point.

No wonder, instead of worrying about the dead poisonous snakes swimming out, it's better to worry about whether they will become undead because of the remnants of that weird ritual... Thinking of hiding in the ruins, it seems like some kind of spirit Klein couldn't stop the headache from the red-haired youth who existed in his physical form, and the scarlet mist that lingered over the corpses of the snakes.

Mr. Carter's worries reminded him that although the underground snakes were dead, in that closed environment, if they really turned into undead, it would be ten times more dangerous than hundreds of poisonous snakes coming out of their holes!

Wait, this house originally belonged to a viscount, maybe I can take the opportunity to deal with the corpses of snakes to find out the origin of this house and the underground ruins... A mystery that is related to the two royal families Existence... Klein with a cold expression suddenly stretched his brows, and his tightly pursed lips also opened.

"Mr. Carter, I do know some professionals who deal with this situation. My suggestion is to directly divide the two spaces in the basement by blasting, but you know, this kind of project is more dangerous, and I need to know about this building. specific information about the house.”

"But when I bought this place, I didn't get anything like the house design drawings." Mr. Carter quickly understood Klein's intentions and added with some embarrassment.

If you really have it, it will be troublesome... Klein with a relatively soothing brow held the black-rimmed glasses clipped to the bridge of his nose, and said in a professional manner:

"It's not a big problem, you can tell me the names of the previous owners of this house and I'll investigate from that angle."

The various experiences he encountered recently made Klein more cautious. Compared to directly asking the original owner of this house, the viscount's surname, this broad approach was more confusing.

Mr. Carter, who originally bought this house for the original noble estate, put a lot of effort into the negotiation process of the purchase, and answered easily without much thought:

"Mr. Casmont, Mr. Byron, in the middle is the Backlund House Auction Trusteeship Company and its original owner, Viscount Pound."

"However, this Viscount Pound has heard that the title of Viscount has been abolished, and is now a baron with little assets." Mr. Carter, who was eager to get rid of the hidden dangers of the house, specially added.

The broken noble... Klein subconsciously moved his stance, and asked more professionally:

"Do you know anything about this Viscount Pound...from the Baron?"

Mr. Carter, who paid little attention to Detective Moriarty, thought for a while, and said modestly:

"I don't know much about this gentleman. I only know that his family once won the title in the 'Battle of the Broken Oath' and was very famous, but in the following decades, this family is like a bad devil. , the heirs died strangely one by one, and finally he could only find an heir from the side branch."

"Maybe it's a side branch, the current baron, who has never been very selective in life, has squandered most of his family property, and is now reluctant to go bankrupt."

I don't know very well... Mr. Carter, you are really humble... Seeing the employer's sudden interest, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched freely, but the thoughts in his mind were quickly overwhelmed. The information I heard just now spreads.

As a former history student, Klein is no stranger to the "War of Breach of Oath". This was a religious war that occurred in 738 of the Fifth Age, which directly shuffled the situation in the Northern Continent before the Industrial Revolution.

If Emperor Roselle hadn't invented the steam engine and artillery, the peace and international situation brought about by this war might have lasted longer... Klein nodded, and the thoughts in his mind were relatively clear.

But this is purely from the perspective of historical records. There must be more hidden reasons for the rise of the Pound family.

At least the few doors outside the underground ruins have a strong flavor of the middle and late Fifth Epoch, maybe they were added after the Pound family.

After that, Klein pretended to be casual again, and asked Mr. Carter about the other owners who had owned these houses. He didn't stop until his stomach groaned again. He took the initiative to say goodbye, and agreed to meet later. Deal with the basement of this house.

"Thank you for your help, Detective Moriarty." Angelo, who sent Klein Gong out of the courtyard, bowed slightly.

Klein, who still had some traces of dust on his body, waved his hand, and immediately stepped on the hired carriage that was already waiting at the door.

rumbling.

The carriage began to bump, feeling the cushions behind him that were not too soft, and Klein's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Suddenly, the glass of the car window was not too bright, and the delicate figure of Miss Bodyguard emerged from it, floating into reality as if the curtain had been lifted.

Klein, who just tilted his head back and closed his eyes, couldn't help sitting upright again, the slack on his face disappeared in an instant.

"It's time?"

Miss Bodyguard, who was suspended in the air, watched him silently, and said in an ethereal voice:

"The time of protection is three days, and it's not yet."

As she said that, the curiosity that Klein had briefly seen in the ruins appeared again in her blue eyes... Although restrained, she could still feel ups and downs.

The lady obviously hesitated for a while.

"The spirit body in the ruins... will you try to complete the task it proposes?"

The experienced bodyguard lady was very measured, and did not directly mention another thing mentioned by the red-haired young man - this young man who called himself Sherlock Moriarty, should be the mysterious existence enshrined in the penultimate room. believer.

This is a good habit created by the long-term wandering life and the guidance of the former teacher for Miss Bodyguard, and it is also the most basic respect.

"No, but I will definitely try to investigate the origin of the ruins." Klein said solemnly after looking into the blue eyes of Miss Bodyguard after being silent for a few seconds.

Immediately, he thought about it again, and his free left hand couldn't help touching the thin human skin mask on the surface of his face, subconsciously removing it from Miss Bodyguard.

"It's enough to protect it here. I'm very grateful that you didn't leave because of MI9 last night."

Miss Bodyguard, who was suspended in mid-air, nodded lightly, and then her figure faded.

"and many more."

The almost transparent Miss Bodyguard stopped when she heard the sound, her figure became real again, and a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes.

Klein, who really stopped Miss Bodyguard's departure, was stunned, but returned to normal in just a second.

"In that basement, if I can get information about the Pound family and the work of cleaning up the corpses of poisonous snakes around the ruins, can I continue to contact you?"

Miss Bodyguard in midair did not answer directly, but nodded slightly.

"How should I inform you, through Maric?" Klein hesitated.

Miss Bodyguard still didn't speak, just nodded again, and then bent down, just like when she first accepted the commission, she lifted her skirt, bowed, and disappeared.

The translucent illusory and hazy figure in the car completely disappeared. Klein subconsciously opened his spiritual vision. Sure enough, there were no spiritual fluctuations in the air or on the windows on both sides.

Even if she hadn't left, I wouldn't have found out that she was... Klein closed his eyes and leaned back into the back seat of the carriage.

In the rumbling, the carriage driving at a constant speed drove further afield.

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

Near Backlund Bridge.

Klein, who got off the carriage, was not doing any extra activities and went straight back to the apartment he rented.

Sure enough, in the hall on the first floor of the apartment, Mr. Agron's familiar figure was still sitting behind the front desk, with steaming coffee on the table beside him, and he was quietly reading a book that was slightly old and on the side. Novel with bronzing text.

"Stop." Aigron Crosson without squinting suddenly made a sound as Klein brushed past the front desk, slowly put down the novel in his hand, and the rising steam blocked his eyes.

Klein, who was holding a cane in his right hand, stopped, turned to the right, and asked in a low voice:

"What's matter?"

With normal eyes and slightly dim pupils, Mr. Agron did not stand up, but his upper body was straight.

"Next week, you should change your place, it's not safe here."

"Not safe?" Klein asked subconsciously.

After taking a sip of coffee, Aegron, who rested his free palm lightly on the upper side of his thigh, first glanced around, and then slowly said:

"Some people in MI9 have been keeping an eye on this place recently. The task that His Royal Highness has given you, if you are targeted when you complete the task, we will be in trouble here."

MI9 people are staring at this lately?

I am obviously working for Prince Edsack, but MI9 will not ignore my actions, it seems that MI9 is ​​also very complicated inside... Prince Edsack doesn't seem to be in control What kind of power, when I was in contact with him before, I didn't see the light of spirituality in him, and he himself is not an Extraordinary.

But why, I originally thought that members of the royal family would also have a certain extraordinary power...

Klein, who was a little out of his mind, nodded subconsciously, and immediately asked:

"Where am I going to move?"

"Chorwood District." Aigron, who was tasting coffee, glanced at Klein, thought for a while, and added, "It's the most common there, and it won't be too conspicuous."

That's right, the recent extraordinary events may even be caused by my own reporting. The church's joint MI9 search for the Aurora Society should have hidden a lot of extraordinary power in the Eastern District.

Klein was thinking about it, but saw Mr. Agron in front of him as if he had remembered something, put down the coffee cup in his hand, and took a newspaper from the table at the front desk~www.wuxiamtl.com~ looked at Mr. Agron Klein subconsciously raised his hand to take the newspaper that was handed over, and asked blankly:

"Have the 'devil' related cases come out?"

"No, it's another case." Aigron said in a low voice.

Hearing the solemn and low voice of the other party, Klein frowned and immediately cast his eyes.

On the newspaper that was folded a few times, the large characters on the front page were extremely conspicuous.

Last night, the Aurora Society terrorist attacked the Intis embassy, ​​and the Intis ambassador to Backlund tragically died!

Ah this, ah this, ah this.

Klein, who was staring at the headline of the newspaper, was momentarily stunned.

His stagnant brain turned slowly, and pieces of information colluded with each other.

"Mystery" and the true creator are allies, and Aurora will also regard "Mystery" as a great existence that needs to be served. In a sense, Aurora will also be a subordinate of "Mystery".

But not so fast, right?

It was less than a week after he proposed to kill Ambassador Intis at the Tarot meeting, and he died unexpectedly.

Looking at Klein's dull expression, Aigron, who had been observing his performance, said coldly:

"What's wrong?"

"No, I'm just too surprised. After all, the attacker was also an intelligence officer of Intis." Klein shook his head and returned the newspaper in his hand to Mr. Agron.

Aegron, who had put away the newspaper, didn't say anything, but just picked up the novel again, and used his actions to order the expulsion.

Klein, who had gradually become accustomed to the major's style, had his eyes stagnant, and immediately moved his eyes away, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

On the spine of the novel, the hot gold text has been mottled, but it is still clear.

It is Emperor Roselle's masterpiece, "Old Tale of Two Cities".

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