Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Klein kept hitting the long bronze table full of mottled, and the documents in his hand were scattered.

No matter what, as long as these actions are placed on top of the gray fog, I will at least still have a certain amount of initiative... He let out a long sigh of relief, then moved his arms, tidying up that he hadn't read it yet. data of.

Finally, in the later part of the data, Klein found the not-so-rich resume of the Pound family.

This family also seems to be close to the bottom of the run-down nobles. Because of the constant death of the heirs and the incompetence of the new baron, they may even disappear from the list of "run-down nobles" in a few years.

To be able to sell so much property in just a few short years is indeed a nobleman. Gambling and high-end clubs are really ways that only rich people can think of... Klein's mouth twitched a little, and he inadvertently revealed it. A sigh.

There is no pattern decoration, just good quality stationery, the standard palace fonts are neatly listed, if not an expert in this area, even the owner of the handwriting cannot be seen.

Klein rubbed the lowest end of the Pound family information, and three vague coats of arms appeared in the thin mist in front of him, gradually becoming clear.

He compared the coat of arms of the Pound family, the Einhorn family, and the Tudor and Sauron families to find common ground.

If there is no certain relationship, it is impossible for an aristocratic family to bet on several heirs to explore an ethereal ruin.

There must be some connection.

It's a pity that the coat of arms of the Pound family seems to be extremely common. It's just an ordinary pattern designed according to the requirements of heraldry. It is the coat of arms of the Tudor family exposed in the ruins, and I met Klein when he was studying the history of the Fifth Epoch at the university. The past Sauron has a certain overlap with the Einhorn family coat of arms.

They all contain obvious elements of iron armor, swords and halberds, and flames... Klein tapped the table one after another, thinking of Meursault who had assassinated him before, wondering:

"'hunter'?"

The paths mastered by these three families are all "hunters"?

This also seems to explain why the red-haired ghost in the deepest room of the underground ruins can control the flames. The abilities of the "Hunter" pathway in high sequences correspond to war and flames?

This was a conclusion that was deduced from the combination of the performance of the ability seen that day and the fact that Sauron and the Einhorn family were keen on war in the Fifth Age.

"Sauron, Einhorn, Medici..."

"Looking at it this way, the Medici family is also one of the families in charge of the 'Hunter' pathway in the Fourth Epoch." Klein, who was sitting on the stone high-back chair, waved his hand gently, and the coat of arms pattern projected by the gray fog followed. disappear.

If I hadn't died before, and Mr. Ards didn't chase the lost memories, I might try to stabilize him, he should be a direct experiencer of those histories.

Reminiscent of the Baron's Castle that existed at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch, and the blurry pictures in the "Mystery" diary, Klein had reason to believe that Mr. Azik's amnesia definitely had a "mysterious" handwriting, and it was estimated that this was similar to what He said. of a plan.

Thinking about it, he suddenly felt that he could no longer control his hand, and he couldn't help glancing aside, looking at the old blood-stained notebook under the "glass crystal", always wanting to take advantage of this great opportunity to turn it over. open.

"Anyway, 'Mystery' hasn't woken up yet. Even if I secretly rummage through it, he probably won't find it."

"Besides, after so long, although I haven't been promoted yet, my connection with 'Mystery' is definitely deeper than before, and maybe there will be some new content..."

Klein felt the faint whispers in his ears, Shanshan turned his face sideways, and his right hand touched the notebook from the bottom of his heart, and carefully pulled it out.

Compared to a few weeks ago, the notebook has not changed, the surface is still the dullness of the erosion of the years, and the dark red and nearly black spots of blood coagulation.

It does not reveal any spiritual brilliance, but just looking at it will make people want to look at it.

I haven't noticed it before, this feeling is like the notes of the Antigonus family, mysterious and implicit, and does not publicize its own value.

With a complicated expression, Klein opened the part of the note that was not glued to the blood, and pages of familiar content came into view. After the last part of the diary I saw last time, only one page and the following parts appeared separated. It seems that with a little force, it can be separated.

Sharing the left and right hands, Klein carefully removed the part that was adhered by the dark red "blood" in the middle, and the content on the back page slowly emerged from the blank, the handwriting was blurred, and there was a strange coat of arms.

Klein, who had traveled from the digital information age, fell silent, with complicated eyes.

It seems that others may not recognize the meaning of this "coat of arms", can he still not see it?

Isn't this the "Gallery" icon on the Android phone system?

He took a few deep breaths, resisted the urge to complain, and recognized the vague handwriting above.

"War... Red?"

This paragraph seems to be no longer a simple diary and excerpt from the scriptures, but more like some kind of planning design.

It roughly summarizes the focus of the magical medieval war, and analyzes in detail all the characteristics of several sequences from the low sequence to the middle sequence, directly including "hunter", "singer", "warrior", "arbiter", " The five paths of "Secret Prayer" each have their own emphasis, and the main purpose seems to be a combination distribution method involving a frontal combat.

"This is planning to build a legion of pure Beyonders?" Klein was surprised at the work of the Fourth Epoch nobles, and then he couldn't help but wonder.

In this project, there is no place for ordinary people at all!

Could it be that the so-called "Red of War" is the name of a certain Fourth Epoch Legion, and it appeared on the "secret" notebook. Was this plan designed by him, or was this information stolen from hostile forces?

But soon, Klein gave up the second conjecture.

The fourth era is known as the era in which the true gods walked on the earth. Simply think of the strengths of Mr. Ards and the descendant of the evil god. As long as the high sequence thinks, the army composed of this low and medium sequence should be vulnerable.

Therefore, even if this plan is really a plan by a hostile force, it will not become a "secret" target.

Then it can only be a "secret" plan designed by himself for some purposes.

"If 'Mystery' is involved in the core part of the legion, then who is it's allegiance to the Fourth Epoch? It can't be the true creator, right?"

Klein recalled the contents described in the previous holy scriptures, as well as the incidental mentions in the "secret" conversation, and not only felt a headache.

For the Fourth Epoch, he can now say that he has no understanding of it.

Klein, who vaguely felt the pain in his temples, sighed, and then gave up thinking, spreading his spirituality with his right hand, and touched the extremely dramatic "Gallery" coat of arms below the text.

In an instant, the invisible spirituality was like a liquid, soaked in the coat of arms made of black ink, and in just a few seconds, the entire icon was wet and mixed into a cloud of ink.

This group of rich black continues to expand, as if it has gained life, it is changing at any time, the color is gradually brighter, and the fine lines are gradually outlined.

The wider and wider the ink blot, the more sluggish Klein's eyes were.

The previous dark black has completely lost its color, and on the slightly browned paper, the enlarged pattern looks like a sketch drawn with colored pencils, and a half-length portrait is lifelike.

He is wearing black armor and has red hair scattered over his shoulders. His face, which is even more beautiful than a woman's, is slightly bewitching. His crimson eyes are staring firmly into the distance, and the corners of his mouth are slightly raised, revealing the pride and confidence that comes from his soul.

At the bottom of this portrait, a squiggly signature in Old Feysak occupies most of it.

"Red Angel Medici."

Klein, who was stunned in his seat, did not speak for a long time, and his eyes revealed confusion.

That ghost, the ghost in the ruins, turned out to be the so-called Medici?

And that doesn't seem to be a surname?

Or, like some Western families on Earth, the Medici is the name of the family's ancestor?

Klein slowly raised his left hand, hit him in the face with a snap, and leaned back.

"I just said, this name is full of slots, hehe, the Medici family, this name doesn't look like a native word in this world."

"It seems that names like Abraham and Medici should have a deep relationship with the creator of the third era, another transmigrator."

"Red Angel, is this Medici the angel he once sat under?"

"Sequence One?"

He subconsciously placed this angel, who might submit to the Creator believed by the City of Silver, in a more advanced position.

"Perhaps I can ask Little Sun at the next Tarot Club. Maybe he will have a deeper understanding of this angel." Klein supported the armrests on both sides and raised his body slightly tired, his expression indifferent. .

He is already numb, and various things have emerged one after another recently, including today's unknown "witch". After encountering "mystery", he already has a certain understanding of the various things in Tingen before.

But now, he felt the feeling of being kept in the dark at that time, and he was suspiciously suspicious that he had jumped into the arrangement at some point.

In particular, the arrangement itself may have "secret" participation.

"Although He doesn't necessarily want to harm me, he definitely has his own considerations. If I really are so important to him, combined with the recent good times and bad times and the roller coaster-like state of He, I think about it now, He promised me at the time that he would not be reconciled. My revenge is too easy." Klein raised his hand slightly, and the materials arranged by Justice were immediately harvested and flew into the pile of debris behind The Fool's high-back chair.

Klein already knew the general situation, and even some details could be recalled at any time through the ceremony.

He tapped the table habitually, his voice low.

"The problem is that the house is going to be moved tomorrow, and then the 'trial; there should be a pit stop on the lady's side.'"

"How can I get rid of the possible watchers in my new residence? If there is, what excuse should I use to witness the progress of revenge and maintain the daily routine of the Tarot Club, if the 'mystery' is not awake for a short time, these things It's going to be difficult..."

Klein carefully picked up the "glass crystal" at the corner of the table, and slowly put the blood-stained note back to its original place.

He doesn't think this can hide the "mystery", after all, in front of the true God, He will always find a way.

Suddenly, Klein felt spiritual fluctuations, raised his head to search, and found that the crimson stars symbolizing "trial" were spreading and rippling.

He immediately spread his spirituality, and the crimson stars exploded, forming a distorted hazy picture.

Miss Judgment, who was hiding in a dark corner, bowed her head and prayed, her slightly immature voice lowered.

"Respected Mr. Fool, I have reported Lanvus' whereabouts to the Church of Evernight and the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery through ordinary people..."

Klein, who was about to return to reality, leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin.

Miss "Judgment" is very fast, and she also notified the church of steam...

Well, combined with Lanvus's attitude that he would rather be caught by the Orthodox Church than be controlled by the Aurora Society, if the church attaches importance to it, then it should be able to destroy some of the Aurora Society's forces in the Eastern District at one stroke, and the colleagues of the Nighthawks. It should also be possible to execute Lanvus directly in battle.

Klein, who was sitting above the gray fog, subconsciously drew a crimson moon on his chest, his eyes lowered.

After a moment of silence, he took the initiative to connect to the star with an indifferent voice.

"I know."

Huo Tang, who was waiting for a response in the bathroom of the rented apartment, lowered his head, feeling the inexplicable pressure in the darkness, and his tone was pious.

"Praise Mr. Fool."

Klein slowly looked away from the picture maintained by the crimson star, and his body surface was wrapped in spirituality, falling straight, leaving the gray fog like this.

He didn't intend to delve into the story behind Medici~www.wuxiamtl.com~, nor did he intend to waste a little brainpower on that ghost - the commission that Medici said before communicating with "Mystery".

There are still many things waiting for him in the future, whether it is to contact Zeriel through Ian's previous channels, to find a way to sneak into Mr. A's party, to witness the ending of Lanvus, or to make an appointment with Miss Sharon on the week. Wutong blasted the passage leading to the ruins in the basement.

Does he have time to think about anything else now?

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

Garment factory warehouse cluster in St. George.

The red moon hangs high above the night, quietly watching everything on the ground.

In the silent darkness, Azik Eggers, who was dressed like a normal gentleman, hurriedly walked on the cement-paved path. The human leather glove covered on the surface of his left palm was silently awakened, and his illusory mouth cracked in the palm of his hand. Open, as if smelling the breath of prey.

Suddenly, he stopped, and the cold wind and spiritual body entangled in his body were silent for a short time, and broke out in an instant without warning.

In an instant, his figure disappeared in place, the closed door of a warehouse slammed open, and the cold-eyed "Death Consul" appeared in the middle of the warehouse without warning, examining the empty space. His expression became more indifferent, his brows furrowed.

The bloodline he felt was throbbing, as if not long ago, as if not long ago, an angel of the "Death God" pathway, or a Level 0 Sealed Artifact, had descended here.

Azik tried his best to liven up his constantly becoming icy emotions, his right hand kept comforting the shivering glove attached to his left hand, and his tone was a bit complicated as he watched its cracked mouth keep trembling.

"Like Father... Salinger, but deeper..."

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