Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"The encounter described by Mr. 'The Hanged Man' is the ability of elves, and the ballad is their knowledge of the origin of extraordinary creatures?" Audrey, who was very interested in the history of mythology, had an ethereal voice, her green eyes rolled, and she looked curiously at To the little "sun".

Although she felt that in the myth of the elves, the giant dragon became the only surviving extraordinary creature incomprehensible, but the long-standing etiquette education did not allow her to interrupt other people's speech without authorization and ask another question.

Confused, Klein pressed his hands down, restraining the urge to knock on the long table, and cast his gaze imperceptibly.

Derrick, who was watched by the other members, was a little nervous. The content of the general education class that was still clear suddenly became blurred, he hesitated, and couldn't say anything.

"You can relax." Alger, who was sitting beside him, frowned slightly and said in a calm voice.

Derrick the Sun gratefully glanced at Mr. Hanged Man beside him, took a few deep breaths, and recounted the content of the class fluently.

"There is no specific description of the meaning of this nursery rhyme in the ancient books retained by the City of Silver. We have only recorded a similar ability once because we have never seen the sea."

"However, among the elders of the former council, some people speculated that this should belong to the ability of the demigod domain of the 'Sea Blessed One' pathway, and in the recorded nursery rhyme, the wind of thunder has a clear direction, the people of fire should also be someone A vague description of this authority."

The ability of the demigod domain... Alger frowned even more, because he didn't get the answer he wanted, he slowly shook his head.

He didn't want to give up and looked in the direction of "the world".

The favored person of Mr. Fool should have more resources, and maybe he will have unique insights.

But after nearly a minute, Alger didn't see any fluctuations in this favored person. He was like a stone statue, sitting quietly on the seat, like an observer, watching the progress of the meeting, without saying a word. mean.

Could it be that this level of topic doesn't arouse his interest?

Klein, who was sitting at the top, looked around for a week, his eyes flicked over the faces of the members of the Tarot Society, either in contemplation or blankly, feeling a little disappointed.

He had expected more clues.

With a sigh, he moved his right hand not so clearly, and the "substitute" controlled the activity of the spiritual body line.

"World"'s eyes suddenly moved, his eyes swept away, and his voice was low and said:

"I have a commission here."

He looked directly at Miss Justice, who was suspected of being an aristocrat, and his speech slowed down.

"I hope to get the information of all the broken nobles in the Loen Kingdom, including their current addresses, the more detailed the better."

The members other than "Taiyang" were startled for a moment, and then instantly cheered up.

"World" has just assassinated Beckland through a commission, and now he wants information about the nobles, he is eyeing that target again?

Is there Mr. Fool behind this, or the instruction of the angel under his seat?

Miss Justice, who has these materials in her own hands, frowned rarely, and asked with some vigilance:

"Mr. World, what do you want to do?"

Covered by a cloak, the "world" with a face as stiff as a wax statue has no guilt, and replied calmly and naturally:

"I've been looking for a few things lately, some of which are related to many of the nobility who established their merits early on."

Suddenly, he laughed slightly mockingly, and said slightly hoarsely:

"You know, many nobles who made great achievements in the early kingdoms have now fallen into disrepair."

He didn't say that those who were still prosperous, those who "survived" are now big nobles. Investigating them is equivalent to courting death.

Entering the "spectator" state, his green eyes were fixed on the "world", and he kept observing the blurred face of "justice" under his hood and nodded, thoughtfully.

"I believe in your credibility, but the information about the dilapidated nobles I have is not complete, and it must take three or four days to improve."

Although as a noble, it is a compulsory course to have an understanding of the same level, but the group of run-down nobles is too large, even Audrey needs to be carefully investigated.

Xio, who hadn't spoken much, lowered his head and his expression changed, which caused Forsi, who was beside him, to glance a little worriedly.

Hugh won't think of himself...

As a cohabiting friend, she knew very well that her friend came from a noble family, but she had to change her name because she was framed.

"Whatever you want, I can pay you the equivalent value of mysticism knowledge, some secret history, or a few prescriptions."

The "world" didn't mention the gold pound.

Audrey, who maintained an elegant sitting posture, thought for a moment, hesitated, and after a few seconds of silence, she said:

"Can I keep it for now?"

She hasn't thought about the specific content yet. Although the formula of Sequence Seven is definitely something she urgently needs, she does not think that the information of the ruined nobles can be equivalent to a formula of Sequence Seven potion.

Klein, who had been silently observing the members, hesitated, but after seeing the introverted "Hanged Man" and the "Sun" who started wandering again, he still made a decision.

The "world" controlled by the spiritual body line nodded slightly, and after an inconspicuous pause, continued:

"In my recent exploration, I found a complete ruins belonging to the Quaternary era, which contains some very strange statues."

He did not mention the existence of the red-haired man, nor did he mention the Sauron family.

Quaternary?

Forsi, who had read "Insights into the Spiritual World", Audrey, who had collected items from the Fourth Epoch, and Alger, who was driving a ghost ship of the Fourth Epoch, all showed varying degrees of surprise. Then tense.

"What did you see in the ruins?" Alger straightened his body and looked at the "world" cautiously. His desire for similar knowledge was just around the corner.

The other two members, including "Judgement" and "Sun" who didn't know much about the history of the Fourth Epoch, also turned their bodies.

The "world" that was very satisfied with their response looked across the long table and respectfully requested:

"Mr. Fool, please allow me to present the scene in that ruin."

Pale language, how can it compare to the specific picture, since you want to cheat something, you must prepare an absolute equivalent of "bomb"!

The Fool, who seemed to be always as deep as the sea, leaned against the back of the chair and didn't care much and said:

"Can."

His right hand rests on the arm of the high chair, hidden by the cuff of his coat.

Under Klein's manipulation, "World" lowered his head, as if concentrating.

In the ubiquitous gray-white fog, wisps of color squeezed out of the void, constantly reorganized under the pull of spirituality, and under the thick crimson, the picture changed from blurred to clear, and the illusory scene gradually became real.

This is the three-dimensional effect processed by Klein in post-production, and it is the splicing of the interiors of those rooms.

On the long mottled bronze table, half-length statues of gods with exquisite details are close to each other and arranged in rows.

The handsome man, the monarch of the storm, the old wise man, the queen of the night, the plump mother, the tall knight, the nameless youth, and the simplified mysterious symbols correspond one by one, seven beings that are both familiar and unfamiliar, shaking other meetings The hearts of the members are deeply imprinted in their eyes.

For a time, under the majestic and magnificent palace, there was silence.

The "Hanged Man" whose beliefs have been shaken was the first to react, and it was difficult to maintain his usual calm state, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Is this the Seven Gods other than the God of Steam?"

Because it is a relic of the Fourth Epoch, he did not consider this relatively "young" **** at all, and at the same time did not dare to directly ask the image of the last one.

Although the elf-like face on the last sculpture made people unable to find a correspondence, and although the other features on his body were covered by the golden patterns dotted with labyrinth-like patterns, how could Argel fail to recognize this person? Symbols corresponding to gods.

All the ways of communicating with His Royal Highness Edmund, and all the related ceremonies, contain this symbol.

There is no doubt that this is Mr. Fool, the symbol of the "God of Mysteries"!

"Yes." "The World" confirmed the speculation of "The Hanged Man" as usual, and added, "The last one is the image of Mr. Fool."

The absent-minded crowd hit by this subversive picture fell silent, unable to speak to themselves for a long time.

Compared with other members, "Sun" originally believed that the gods also had their own images, and was watching the sculptures with wide eyes, comparing the differences between the gods he knew and the characteristics shown by these sculptures.

His eyes seemed to be fixed on the last statue~www.wuxiamtl.com~ His mouth grew bigger and bigger, and his body even began to tremble uncontrollably.

But this scene was not noticed by the surrounding members. Compared with the subversive information, these are not enough to pay attention to.

Audrey, who devoutly believed in the Goddess of the Evernight, shook her head, and looked at the "world" with incomprehension. She didn't even realize that she had already launched the "audience" state.

"Mr. World, are you sure this symbolizes the gods?"

"I remember that gods exist in symbolic images..."

Before she could finish speaking, Audrey froze in her seat, and it was difficult for her lips to squeeze out the words behind her.

Isn't there a **** with a specific image in front of him?

All the members of the Tarot Club looked at the "The Fool" who was at the highest position, as if they had a heart-to-heart connection. Only "Sun" took a beat and lowered his head subconsciously.

In the eyes of everyone's fear and anticipation, Klein nodded indifferently, and then did not respond.

Mr. Fool is really a **** of resurrection. He is in the fourth era, and he is even in the ranks of the righteous gods!

With the impact of the specific image of the gods, all kinds of speculations breed in the minds of everyone. The fear that was originally caused by the relationship between the "The Fool" and the true creator, has become more prominent at this moment.

Why is there no trace of the existence of the righteous God in the past?

Amidst the searching gaze, his body trembled slightly, and Derrick, who had been forcibly restraining his excitement, suddenly raised his head with a frenzy expression.

"Praise the great 'Mysterious God'!"

"Mr. Fool, thank you for turning your attention back to this land."

In the surprised eyes of everyone, a tear slowly slipped from the half-old child's cheek.

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