Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Another way of trading?" The man whose face was completely hidden in the hood was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't respond.

He raised his head visibly, the shadow covering his face became thinner, and his smooth chin was more exposed, and he could vaguely see his light gray half-long hair that fell neatly back by his ears.

"I only accept gold pounds, cash." His eyes froze for a while, and then he shook his head firmly, rejecting Klein's proposal.

Only gold pounds, cash... Klein, who didn't hold much hope at all, lowered his head and slowly pulled out his right hand, which was half tucked in his robe, and brought out a stack of neatly tied banknotes.

He slowly pulled out less than half of it, and after confirming again and again, he put most of it back, pressing his left hand on the remaining banknotes, and after a long silence, he changed his voice and said:

"It's 1,200 pounds here. I choose the glands of an adult widow spider."

As he said that, his eyes involuntarily glanced at the glass test tube on the other side, and his voice became more subtle:

"If possible, I hope you can leave another document for me. Next time I will bring enough gold pounds."

The man sitting opposite nodded vaguely, but from the corners of his dimly exposed mouth, he could see a faint smile.

He frivolously pulled out the test tube lying on the red silk cloth next to the other small box, and deliberately shook it in front of Klein.

"Don't be so troublesome, there should be a Beyonder gathering this week. You go there and give me the money, and I will keep this material for you." He gently pushed the pure black suitcase and slid to the gram. Lane in front.

"It's a giveaway."

And an Extraordinary Party?

Klein, whose expression was all hidden behind the iron mask, covered the suitcase hesitantly, and his brows were already raised.

What is the next Extraordinary gathering, a gathering organized by other forces?

No, you make it clear, I can only control two parties... holding that anyway, the other party can't recognize who I am, I have made a double-layer disguise, even if I recognize it, I don't necessarily recognize it. The true self, Klein bluntly squeezed a smile, and his hoarse voice buzzed in the iron mask.

"I don't know which Extraordinary gathering you are talking about?"

With his left leg on top of his right leg, the casual man shrugged his shoulders in a non-serious manner and remained silent.

Phew... With a straight attitude and a straight back, Klein slowly sighed, trying to keep the other party's invisible smile and added:

"I'll add money."

Sure enough, the man who had not said a word just now was obviously aroused, rubbing his smooth chin, and the curvature of the corner of his mouth was slightly playful.

"Fifteen pounds. That's a fair price."

Fifteen pounds! Why don't you go grab it!

It only costs me five pounds a day to kill an ambassador!

Klein maintained a calm and watery tone, his voice still hoarse. ,

"no problem."

He was extremely familiar with his movements. This time, he didn't even take out the bundled gold pound. After groping for a while with his right hand deep into the robe, he accurately took out the 15-pound note.

The man sitting opposite touched the lines on the paper that still smelled of ink, nodded with satisfaction, took out a pen and paper from his side, and wrote a few letters.

The wrist of his left hand was reversed and pushed forward, without any other indication.

Klein, whose face was not very good-looking behind the mask, turned over the note as usual, and glanced at it quickly. Immediately, his index finger and thumb rubbed together, and a faint spiritual flame suddenly rose up, igniting the edge of the note. horn.

Watching the note on the table turn into ashes little by little, the man on the opposite side nodded and looked at the table with his right hand. The closed door in the study almost opened at the same time, and the waiter who opened the door just now stood upright. There, bowed to Klein.

Under his gaze, the tightly wrapped Klein slowly got up, not forgetting to carry the materials he just bought, and left the room under the guidance of the waiter.

The door closed softly, and the man who had been sitting behind the desk took off his hood, revealing light gray half-long hair and his signature light blue eyes.

The body here is essentially a clone of Edmund Jason, playing with the broken hair hanging from his ear, happily counting the gold pounds he just earned from "another master", The curvature of the corners of the mouth is getting bigger and bigger.

He couldn't help the unspeakable emotions in his heart. He tapped the finger on the gold pound gently, and the hidden secret technique was quietly released. Using the convenience of information flow, he connected with someone farther away.

"Old man, I'll treat you to a big meal."

......

His eyes were full of exotic aura, and Ambrosius, who was bound by two half-dead "devils" in the space barrier in front of him, exerted a little force on his wrists, accompanied by a clicking sound from the body structure of the "devil" or the space itself, The two bodies that had been drained of value were suddenly shattered and turned into dust on the physical level.

Ambrosius, who was spotless on his body, lowered his gaze and looked at the crystal ball in his hand that was constantly flickering with stars.

"Invite me to dinner?"

......

The thick carpet absorbed the sound of footsteps. Klein walked in the hallway where there was almost no sound. Controlling his urge to look back, his pace became faster and faster.

He looked at the suitcase in his hand and suddenly regretted it.

Should I not take this box? That person seems to have a very unusual relationship with this place. He looks like the host who is receiving guests, and the waiter here seems to pay special attention... Klein's eyes The waiter who was stagnant in front of him led the way, his eyes were complicated.

He compared the heights of the two, and then he couldn't help recalling the pair of white palms with small skeletons that the other party had exposed earlier, and felt a burst of sadness.

It turned out that he was about the same height as the waiter, who was suspected to be a woman.

Although he had already obtained the location and contact channel for another Beyonder gathering from the man, Klein did not make up his mind.

The entire spinal fluid of the evil-printed black panther is found in many places, and it does not necessarily have to be hanged from a tree.

At least I have to do a divination above the gray fog to confirm that there is no problem, and then I will decide whether to go or not.

Under the leadership of the waiter, he sat back to his seat, and in the next meeting, he just watched, and did not make any transaction requests or other content.

His eyes swept restlessly, but he didn't stay with any member for too long, trying his best to disguise his behavior as pure curiosity.

He took down the approximate heights of everyone, but did not see any members similar to the man in the room returning here.

The clock hanging on the wall passed second by second, and the hour hand gradually swept over half of the dial.

Mr. A, who had been sitting quietly at the front of the living room serving as the hall, suddenly raised his hand. He looked at the participants in the room and clapped his hands lightly.

"That ends today."

The two who had just reached a consensus and had not yet made a specific transaction were slightly excited, but under Mr. A's gaze, they both retracted their heads, bent down calmly, and waited to leave.

Rules are rules, and when it's time for the party, it should be time, whether or not the deal is all done.

As for whether to continue their transactions after leaving here, or wait for the next time to come back, this is their own business. As long as they leave here, all actions will no longer be monitored and protected by Mr. A. It is purely voluntary.

Under the reminder and arrangement of the waiter, one party member after another left from different exits. Klein, who had just made a "large transaction", seemed to be left in the back seat and sat in a much empty hall.

Finally, after Mr. A left the hall, a waiter who was taller than the previous one walked over slowly, raised his right hand slightly, and silently motioned for Klein to follow.

He walked forward unhurriedly, opened the hidden secret door inside the house with familiarity, and walked to the underground with the party members behind him.

Klein looked around cautiously, tentatively turned on the "substitute" on his right hand, watched the changes in the number of phantom threads around him, and finally determined his position.

He is indeed moving outside.

After a deeper darkness, a plume of flames rising from the brazier illuminated the small underground room.

The waiter in charge of leading the way turned to his side, and the loose robe was slowly lifted under Klein's gaze, revealing a cane that shone with metallic luster and a tall, well-proportioned body.

"Your weapon." His voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded androgynous.

Klein, who had just turned off the vision of the spiritual body line, took the weapon he handed over, looked at the waiter who bowed his head slightly in front of him, and roughly checked his chain-blade cane, and pushed it away into the small room without any nostalgia. the only door.

At the end of a series of deep steps extending upwards, a dim light stained the walls on both sides with a layer of pale gold.

Klein took off the large robe that he had put on the outer layer, followed the stairs, and disappeared from the sight of the waiter behind him.

The faint light was blocked by the back and gradually disappeared.

In the small room, the waiter who had been bowing his head all the time raised his head, and the bright flames dispelled the shadowy shadows that covered his face.

The scarlet eyes were withdrawn from the closed door, and the face that was a little more beautiful than the noble lady was indifferent.

The real owner of this stronghold, Mr. A, bowed towards the closed stone door, and then his tall body instantly collapsed into a pool of pure shadows, which interacted with the rest of the room and could no longer be distinguished.

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

"The original site of Backlund Medical College, the North District Medical Seminar is waiting for your arrival."

"F&X stay."

Audrey, who was sitting in front of the piano, folded the note in her hand seriously, rubbed her fingertips, and let the spiritual flame devour the note, and all the remaining embers fell into the flower pot not far away.

She pursed her lips thoughtfully, turned her body, looked at the golden retriever who was half-reclining on the carpet, and said:

"Susie, you only found this piece of news there?"

According to the agreement between her and Fors and Xio when they last met, the information about the contact would be placed in the gap on the third bench at the entrance of the park not far from Audrey's house.

Susie, who had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses hanging around her furry neck, thought for a moment, her round eyes flashing with a humane brilliance, and recalled:

"Audrey, I only found this note there."

"You did a great job, have you been discovered, or seen your actions beside you?" Audrey, who was familiar with playing serenades, thought for a while, and asked uneasy.

"Wow, I only saw two young ladies in the park, one was taller and the other was shorter, but they made me feel very scary, they looked at me incredulously and took the note away. As for the way back, what should I do? No one is looking at me." Susie, who was answering the question, propped up her upper body, recalled the postures of the gentlemen she had seen in the study, and after imitating for a while, she leaned back.

I'm just a dog, there's no need to learn everything from humans!

One is taller, the other is short... It seemed that Fors and Xio were not at ease, and waited in place for a while.

Audrey played the piano distractedly, her **** still standard.

Fortunately, I had hinted to them before that her partner was not ordinary, otherwise Susie might be treated as an ordinary dog ​​and scared by Hugh

After all, she is a famous "arbitrator" in the East District...

The slender and slender fingers hit a few keys heavily to complete the final part.

The heavy piano sound disappeared from the room, and Audrey, who had set the time for this week's extraordinary gathering, smiled unconsciously, and her movements gradually became lighter.

She stood up smiling, her voice ethereal.

"Nice job, Susie, I'll prepare a special gift for you!"

Under the curious eyes of the golden retriever~www.wuxiamtl.com~, this young lady dances lightly, dancing the most common internal rotation in the elf dance, the fluffy light blue dress swaying in the wind, and the layers of folded flowers are repeated bloom like.

"Wang!" Susie, who was squatting on the spot, thought for a while, and found that she couldn't find a suitable compliment, so she couldn't help crying.

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

Wearing a black double-breasted coat with the acetate glasses firmly clipped to the bridge of his nose, Klein, dressed as usual, walked heavily towards a three-story building next to the Backlund Bridge.

The lobby on the first floor of the apartment is still empty, and it seems that as long as it is not commute time, Mr. Aigron is always alone.

This gentleman from the military was sitting behind the front desk as usual. Even during the rest time, there was no obvious curvature of his back. He held the unillustrated novel in his hands cautiously.

Listening to the crisp sound of the cane and the footsteps from far and near, Aigron, who was immersed in the world of reading, raised his head reluctantly, and unsurprisingly saw that his hairline was high and his temperament was mature. Sherlock Moriarty.

"Don't tell me there's something pulled here." He raised his chin displeasedly, and stood up struggling against the table at the front desk.

Of course he wouldn't really think that Klein had left something here.

After he moved, MI9 members visited Room 221 again, taking away some of the remnants of ritual materials that were still in the corner of the room.

Klein, who was holding the suitcase in his left hand, did not respond immediately. Instead, he put the suitcase on the front desk first, and then pushed on his glasses, and said in a low voice:

"I brought the main material of the 'Witch of Pleasure' that His Royal Highness needs."

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