Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Minsk Street..." Looking at the garden house in front of him, Klein subconsciously read out the words on a bypass sign.

He was still wearing his usual double-breasted coat and gold-studded walking stick, but now he had a leather case that stood up half a person's height in his left hand.

"You can rest assured that there is no one else here. I will still be responsible for your contact in the future." Aigron, who was wearing a dark blue formal suit, walked slowly and glanced sharply, as if seeing through the worries behind Klein.

In fact, if you don't tell me, I haven't started to check whether there is any eyeliner here... Klein's face muscles twitched slightly, but his gaze towards Aegron was full of curiosity.

It was the first time he had seen Mr. Landlord dressed so formally.

Even the last time he took himself to see Prince Edsack, he was still wearing the usual black trousers, shirt, and vest, and there was never a second style.

Maybe the last time Rosago's attack happened suddenly, and they didn't receive any news from MI9... But this makes no sense. Why did Prince Edsack invite me? An advertisement was published in the Backlund Post. If it was a so-called master’s degree, how many would there be in Backlund University…

But if it is the so-called Beyonder status, shouldn't a powerful and loyal mid-sequence like Mr. Agron be the first choice?

Is the whereabouts of the prince also under surveillance?

Klein glanced imperceptibly at Aegron who was opening the door. Unexpectedly, he suddenly stopped moving, as if reading Klein's heart, he turned his head slowly.

"To be honest, I don't know why His Royal Highness trusts you, and even arranged a residence for you in person."

His pupils turned into needlepoints at some point, cold and ruthless.

Klein, who was carrying the huge suitcase, froze in place, recalling the huge pressure that had appeared in his mind just now, and swallowed his saliva inconspicuously.

Looking at those pale golden eyes, he actually had the illusion of facing the dragon.

"That's something I haven't figured out yet."

Klein put a smile on his face without being blunt, pushed open the door that had been opened by Aegron, and walked in.

"However, this does not prevent me from completing the entrustment to me by His Royal Highness. In fact, I am already working hard for this."

thump.

With a muffled sound, an exaggerated half-person-height suitcase was pressed against the floor. Klein looked around at the layout of the house, and the corner of his mouth smiled even more.

Aigron, who was standing at the entrance, watched his clumsy performance, and there was a hint of helplessness on his indifferent and indifferent face.

He stroked the not-so-obvious bulge on his jacket on the front of his chest and closed the door with a complicated tone.

"Actually, you don't have to complete His Royal Highness's commission so quickly."

As he said that, his eyes that could see through people's hearts seemed to have glimpsed into the not-so-good future, and the expression on his face was even more complicated.

"Anyway, the commission of His Royal Highness is not simple in itself."

He took out a brass-colored key from his trouser pocket, and took the initiative to hand it to Klein, whose hands were wrapped in gloves.

"This is the key to this house, and I'll have a spare key here."

spare keys? Klein, who had taken the key with some hesitation, instantly stayed where he was, frowning imperceptibly.

Aegron, who had a military style in his work, returned to his usual unwillingness to say a word. He did not explain, but finally explained some matters about the house and left alone.

Watching the door close again, Klein stood in the empty living room, the dormant "substitute" glove in his right hand excited silently.

Although it was only for two seconds, in this house, there was really no spiritual body thread belonging to human beings.

So what is the point of arranging this house for me?

If it is just convenient to control, why is there no one monitoring nearby, or is it that Prince Edsack's monitoring method is special?

Klein, who was dressed in thick and neat clothes in the house, felt awkward for a while. He took off his coat in a few seconds, and unconsciously moved his eyes to the exaggerated leather case on the ground.

This is the so-called bag check-in?

He nodded, and there was a hint of anxiety on his face without any warning. He covered his lower abdomen with his right hand, and with good eyesight, he rushed into the bathroom in a hurry.

He must first determine the safety of this house through divination!

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

The sound of noisy footsteps echoed in the deep corridor. A group of men and women wearing jet-black trench coats and red gloves on both hands hurriedly walked into a room on the innermost side of the corridor.

"Deacon Sesima." The leading man greeted softly, and other men and women wearing red gloves consciously took up a line behind him.

His facial features are soft in outline, and the hair on the temples is deep and long, only the hairline is higher, which is a bit out of age.

Looking at Christie Cesima, who had a silver suitcase at his feet, neatly short blond-brown hair, and simply matched with a white shirt and black trousers, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

This is one of the Big Three of the Red Gloves, the real high-ranking member of the church, and his immediate superior.

Krestai, who looked in his thirties, with a high neckline and a shadow covering his chin, glanced at the pocket watch in his hand, pressed his right hand down slightly, and said with a mellow voice, unabashedly:

"We received news last night that a devout believer, under the coercion of the gang, sent us a dangerous message."

Dangerous information?

Gangster?

The leading man subconsciously felt a burst of discord, but because of his understanding of Deacon Sesima, he only showed an expression of inquiry and did not interrupt.

His eyes were lowered, and his gaze fell on the suitcase next to his ankle, Crestay Cesima paused for a while, and continued:

"One of the masterminds behind the Tingen incident, Lanvus is now hiding in the docker union in the Eastern District."

"As soon as I received the news, I informed the church. After divination, this information is basically true."

He slowly raised his head, and his dark green eyes were as deep as a lake without wind and light.

"Considering the recent dispersal of the Red Gloves team and the high workload of the local night watchmen, Soest, I will temporarily transfer your team to join this operation."

"Are we the only team?" The leader of the red-glove team, "Requiem Master" Sost was stunned for a moment, and then asked a little hesitantly.

Although in his impression, Lan Erwus is only a "swindler" of Sequence Eight, but he did not question why a red glove team was specifically used to target Lan Erwus in this operation, but he was more concerned about why this This operation sounds like only my own team is participating.

Characters who can be related to the evil gods need to be treated with the highest standards!

The mature and quiet Crestai was silent for a while, and explained at a slower pace:

"It was also last night that there were several 'devil' attacks near the port of Enmat, which restrained most of us and the punishers."

"Moreover, Lanervus is involved in the vicious incidents within our Church of the Evernight, and the church does not want other official Beyonders to intervene."

This... The "devil" actually started at this time, as if it was intentional... Sost, who had just been transferred back, couldn't keep up with his thoughts for a while, and felt a little magical.

He thought about it for a while, and with obvious hesitation in his eyes, he deliberately said:

"There are also some night watchmen in the church who cooperate with the activities of the West Velas Field. Can we select a few from them?"

The calm-eyed Crestai watched Sost's cautious gaze and half sighed:

"Yes, but avoid Daly, there is no need for instability in the action."

Sost, who was wearing red gloves in both hands, straightened his back subconsciously, but his slightly parted lips couldn't agree to the order. After a few seconds of silence, his neck moved rusty and his eyes darkened.

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

In the cafe near the Backlund Bridge, Klein was sitting by the window, his eyes stayed on the room 221 he had just moved out of in the morning, and his spare left hand covered the note Ian just handed to him.

"The contact will still be at this location in the future. As for the new address I just told you, try not to wander around there."

Klein slowly took a sip of the still-hot coffee, and put down the cup with little interest.

Ian, who was sitting opposite, quickly swallowed his breakfast, nodded, and answered this sentence.

He hardly slept last night, and after a lot of effort, UU reading www.uukanshu.com found out the start time of the next party hosted by Mr. A from Zeriel's previous channel.

"But Mr. Moriarty, someone has been paying attention to me recently. I suspect that their origins should be similar to Detective Zeriel." Ian swallowed the last mouthful of milk and said hurriedly before wiping his mouth.

Zeriel's companion, a member of Feysac's intelligence agency?

Klein's expression did not change, but his eyes became extremely serious, and he couldn't help guessing the intentions of his gang of spies.

The difference engine blueprint in Babbage's hands should have fallen into the hands of Ambassador Intis. From the time I commissioned him to assassinate him at the Tarot Club, to Mr. A's attack on the Intis Embassy, ​​nearly a week should be enough for them to The drawings were shipped out of Ruen.

So this time Feysac's spies changed to another target, or was there something wrong with Intis, and they didn't have time to send the information as soon as possible?

Although I still don't understand Prince Edsack's purpose, this resource is not necessarily unusable. If they really try to get close to Ian, I will report it through Mr. Aigron and let MI9 deal with them... ...For the first time, Klein, who felt that accepting the prince's entrustment was a good thing, couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth, and nodded slightly in a calm tone.

"Don't worry about it, but you have to ensure your own safety. Your most recent task is to focus on what's going on in the Eastern District."

After that, he was about to pick up the coffee cup again.

Ian heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the affirmative answer, and habitually adjusted his hair, which was too long for a teenager, and slipped it behind his ears.

Klein, who had the lip of the cup against his lips, suddenly changed his mind, as if he had remembered something, lowered his arms, and asked tentatively:

"Do you know Cappin in Chorwood?"

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