Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund Queens.

Somewhere in the basement of an ordinary single-family villa, Mr. A, who was pale, had bloodless lips, and looked a little weak, was kneeling reverently in front of a huge pitch-black cross that had been thrown down, his lips moving slightly, and he was praying silently.

The basement, decorated as a chapel, is rather dim, with only a few candlesticks in the strong Quaternary Solomon Empire style for lighting.

A little dim yellow candle light flickered, and thin shadows were attached to the walls everywhere, as if surging.

In the middle of the room, a huge, all-black inverted cross exudes the aura of Weibo, and the seemingly non-existent ravings echo in the not-so-wide space, as if whispering something.

Kneeling on his knees, Mr. A, who was sitting in front of the altar, had a low voice, his scarlet eyes were no longer rational, replaced by a dazed look of happiness.

"Yes, my lord, with the help of His Royal Highness Edmund, I have carried out the will of the God of Mysteries..."

He is reporting on his recent work.

After a long time, the hoarse and low voice of the underground slowly disappeared, and there was a long silence.

Mr. A, who put on his hood again, walked out of the basement that served as a church. There was a tinge of blood on the smooth chin that was not blocked by the shadows, and the previously terrifying feeling of weakness was also swept away.

Suddenly, he stopped, stood in the dark convoluted corridor, bowed and said:

"Praise for a lost but beautiful history, Great Lord Edmund."

"Praise the past but beautiful history." Standing beside him was a man who was buried in a dark purple robe. Edmund Jason, who was supposed to go somewhere in the Furious Sea, was standing On the steps of the spiral staircase, he silently looked down.

This is His body that has not been seen for a long time.

During the routine contact between the clone and the main body, when he learned that when the Aurora Society was operating in Backlund, he suspected that he had encountered the news of the remnants of the fallen Red Sky Medici, and Edmund immediately broke away from himself in the depths of the Furious Sea. The hidden ruins of the mausoleum quickly rushed back to Backlund.

This is a big thing enough for him to pay attention to!

"Retell the process when you assassinated Ambassador Intis." Edmund, who looked serious, looked into Mr. A's eyes, and ordered loudly, without any intention of explaining his own problems.

Mr. A, who was five steps lower than Edmund, hardly thought, and recalled carefully:

"I sneaked into the cultist's office after you shielded me from any accidents that might occur during the battle. Although he resisted with a spell bestowed by a demigod, his infidelity in his own beliefs was still hard to beat. The authority that the Lord gave us was ultimately focused on by me."

"Just before he died, he seemed to have undergone some changes, turned directly out of control, received some contamination from high-order angels, his body exploded, and even had a certain impact on me."

Mr. A was coherent and recounted the general process of the battle in almost the shortest language.

Although various extraordinary organizations and the Orthodox Church believe that the members of the Aurora Society are potential lunatics or never cover up the fact that they are crazy, from a realistic point of view, most of the members of the Aurora Society may only be with their masters. In the same way, only under certain circumstances will be affected by the Extraordinary characteristics and become crazy, and usually there is no shortage of sly and cunning seasoned hunters.

A demigod-level spell?

Although the expression on his face was still cold, Edmund's heart had a clue early on. If it was just a demigod-level spell, it would be impossible to bring the aura of Lord Medici.

He shook his head and asked:

"How was that ambassador's mental state during the battle?"

"Have they been doing anything recently?"

"His mental state is more excited, but his body does not appear to be a qualified warrior, just like those priests in the heretical church, full of debauchery, if I use the attack in the spiritual field, I should be able to A simple breakthrough." Mr. A recalled the state he felt in Beckland, and stated at an appropriate speed.

Since he was promoted to "shepherd", it has almost become his instinct to observe the Beyonders beside him through spiritual vision.

As he spoke, his brows gradually wrinkled, and he gradually felt a little labored.

"As for their recent movements... I'm sorry, Your Highness Edmund. We have basically focused our energy on a God-Blessed One in the Eastern District recently, and have hardly had much contact with the outside world."

Edmund, who looked down at Mr. A from above, remained silent, but his blue eyes seemed unclear.

The spirit is more excitable, the body is vain, and it is sloppy... Oh, isn't this the standard of Intis men?

Do I really have to make a trip myself?

I hope that the unfortunate ambassador's body is not recovered by MI9... Silently, Edmund, who was dressed in Chinese clothes, collapsed in an instant. Completely disappeared.

On the steps he stretched out just now, another figure who had been closely beside him instead regained his agility.

He took off the hood of the dark purple robe that completely covered his face, and his handsome young face seemed unreal for a while.

Only the clone of Sequence Four "Mysticist" level moved his neck and said solemnly:

"You take a break, and when your state is fully recovered, I will help you record the ability of the 'mysterious reproduction' part."

"Yes, Your Highness Edmund." Mr. A, who was standing at the bottom of the steps, raised his head slowly, with no surprise on his beautiful face.

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The suburb of Backlund, the Red Rose Manor.

On the balcony of the guest room in the main house, Herwin Rambis, the royal advisor personally appointed by His Majesty the King of Loen, George III, leaned on the back of the easy chair on the edge of the balcony, drinking nearly half of the black tea on the small table at hand. There was still a trace of warmth, and he was looking at the intimate interaction between Prince Edsac and his little lover on the golf course in the distance.

Strangely, he was clearly a guest worthy of the attention of this manor, but at this time the servants beside him did not serve him carefully, and the only male servant was holding a man who was almost the size of his upper body in his arms. The mottled slate stood silently in the corner.

The gray-white mottled stone plate was engraved with lines of dense dragon language characters, most of which were blurred, and only some parts that were suspected of symbolizing famous taboos were extremely clear.

He quietly looked at the greenery in front of the main house, and for a moment seemed to be really a learned and kind sage.

"Oh, that feather of yours is staring right here, when will the sacrifice you promised me start?" Although the sun is shining today, the shadow under the small table on the balcony is extremely stubborn. It has expanded its boundaries.

This group of expanding shadows is like steaming boiling water, and a strange bubble expands rapidly, and soon expands to the size of an adult.

Pop, as the "bubble" burst, a young man with obvious bags under his double eyelids, serious dark circles, and a sluggish youth came out of it, with obvious displeasure on his face.

"We're just getting away with the predicament of being chased and killed. Of course, we have to follow the script written by that person. Don't worry, I will help you hold a blood sacrifice whenever the time comes." The dignified Hewen head also He replied without turning, his eyes still on the vast lawn in the distance.

The mentally ill young man, or Fabuti, was not asking questions. He glanced gloomily at the waiter who was standing in the corner, holding a slate in his arms, and slowly made his way to another chair beside the small table.

"Heh, I've always been curious, how on earth did you get on the line with that person." Fabti raised his left leg over his right leg, sitting in a very indulgent posture, and there was a deep malice in his dark brown eyes .

Hewen, who had been staring at him all the time, suddenly glanced at him, then turned his head away, and remained silent.

Tsk... The former Demon King felt a little bored for a while, and his body that was already spread on the chair slid down a bit.

"Just relying on the real name and basic hints, it's not much better than your 'devil' tricks." Hewen, who still paid attention to manners as usual, said coldly.

His voice increased slightly, but the waiter in the corner took a few steps back, turned and rushed the side holding the slate toward the wall.

"Although from the previous situation, that person should be very willing to accept my 'submission', but even if the probability of success is 100%, I would not dare to appear directly in his church."

"Ah"

Although Fabti sneered in a low voice, Hwen still didn't look at him, and continued:

"It just so happens that this Mr. Arrogant under Hermes bought the scales that I lost in the world, otherwise I might not have gotten a chance to meet so early."

"But..." Hewen, who looked calm, suddenly frowned, his deep eyes were dyed platinum at some point, and his sharp vertical pupils showed a strange daze.

"However?" Fabti, who was basking in the sun lazily, made a timely praise.

Hewen's frowning brows immediately stretched, but his tone became dignified unknowingly.

"The seeds I had buried in Erehog's body wouldn't be turned on until I met the news about Levyhed, but after I woke up completely, I didn't find Levyhed near my hiding village. traces."

Fabti, who had been slumped on the easy chair, gradually started to do it, his lazy expression subsided a little, and he said with some malicious "relief":

"Hehe, now we, even those true gods, can't get rid of it, maybe it's the night and wisdom, or maybe it's the hermit who was affected by the source quality, in any case, you can't afford to offend that, can't you?"

Angelwed, who occupied Hvin Rambis' body, was pale at this time, and was obviously unwilling to answer the questions raised by the temporary ally.

But Fabti, who has always been known for being crazy, didn't care, and just continued his emotion. At this time, his face actually had a faint sage color, which seemed extremely inconsistent.

"If you're willing to trade with me, trust me, you'll accept this."

As he spoke, the corners of his mouth gradually turned up, as if he was telling a mockery of fate, completely missing the irrational situation in the second era.

"The torture of the 'mother tree' is also a good thing in a sense. Since I separated from the main body, away from the interference of uniqueness and the 'shadow world', my thoughts have become much clearer, and I should probably thank him."

In this regard, Angelweed, who has also been tortured by Origin Quality, did not agree. It was as if he had been forced to suppress his emotions. On the kind face belonging to Hwin Rambis, he returned to the most common sight. 's kind expression.

He was still watching the golf course in the distance.

On that vast greenery, Prince Edsack, who still had a big boyish temperament on his face, was smiling at this moment.

He carefully stood beside a brown gelding, with his hands open, carefully covering the side of the horse, his clear eyes fixed on the horse's back, which was originally sullen, but under the influence of his boyfriend and the sunny weather , At this time, there is a beautiful arc on the corner of the mouth, and a round-faced girl with a smile in the corner of the eyes.

She looked at him affectionately, a girl with long soft hair and a sweet and gentle face, holding the reins lightly, her beautiful figure wrapped in a long beige dress and a lady's hat with a round brim clearly reflected in His Royal Highness. In the eyes, the soul is directly engraved.

Hewen on the balcony in the distance was still watching silently, as if he was watching a beautiful drama. He was completely focused and motionless, just watching, watching.

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

"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty." The female employee at the front desk of the "Daily Observer" newspaper whispered, flipping something in the drawer with her right hand holding the pen, and silently crossed a mark.

After repeatedly confirming what had been written down on the registration form, she raised her head and said:

"You are very lucky today. Mr. Joseph has not gone out for an interview. If you are a little later, you may not be able to catch up."

Klein, whose hands were wrapped in plain all-black gloves, held a slightly slender gold-studded cane in his right hand with a smile, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes simulated by the human skin mask narrowed into a line.

"After all, I received a letter from this gentleman last night, otherwise I wouldn't be able to catch up."

After returning from dinner in Klein yesterday, he received a brief letter from this Mike Joseph reporter from Mr. Agron, and learned that this gentleman would be at the newspaper office until ten o'clock this morning.

Alas, it's actually quite reluctant. I didn't expect that the specific request Prince Edsack mentioned in the envelope turned out to be to purchase the main material corresponding to "Witch of Pleasure", and also asked me to track down the "Demon" Ripper that happened recently. The case, this is simply difficult for a strong man!

Not to mention that I have fought the "devil" or not, he didn't even give me any convenience in investigation, how can I investigate?

Fortunately, he was not in a hurry to investigate the case, but only emphasized that he should gather the extraordinary materials of the "Witch of Pleasure" as soon as possible... Well, I don't know what gender the witch Prince Edsack wanted to help was once. ... Klein flashed an impolite thought at this moment, taking advantage of the absence of the female employee who had already gone to inform reporter Joseph, and gently kneaded his cheeks.

I have to mention that since Klein came back from the gray fog yesterday, "Mystery" has canceled the arrangement on the human skin mask. Now this magical item has returned to a state that will gradually cause people to face paralysis. Klein, who had experienced the freedom of facial muscles, was distressed.

"Good morning, Detective Moriarty." Following the female employee, a man in his thirties with rough skin, obvious pores, and sparse eyebrows, but overall he had good facial features and a somewhat mature flavor. Recruited to say hello and seemed quite enthusiastic.

He took the initiative to stretch out his right hand and said with a smile:

"Mike Joseph, nice to meet you."

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