Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Feeling the coldness that was forced into his hands, Klein's little joy just because he took the first step of revenge was also diluted a lot.

The man who claimed to be Kohler was still on his knees, babbling incoherently.

Alas, I had known that I would just leave after saving him... Klein, who was still wearing an oil mask and covered in blood, couldn't help covering his face. After sighing for a while, he squatted down and put his hands Several of the coins were put back into old Kohler's hands.

He looked into the half-old worker's blank, stunned eyes and shook his head.

Then, in his terrified eyes, flames ignited in Klein's pocket again, and his figure was engulfed by the flames and disappeared.

Looking at all the supernatural things in front of him, Kohler, who has been conscientious in his whole life, has never been in contact with him except for work and life, screamed, and crawled backwards, scanning everything around him in a panic.

At his age, after a lot of experiences, he will not regard the angel who saved him as a god.

Even though the Church of the Goddess he believed in often gave alms at the pier in the East District and distributed good porridge, the plainly dressed priests were very kind, but if there really was an angel in this world, where was he before?

The rapid heartbeat sounded in Kohler's ears, and finally the cold overcame the fear in his heart.

Kohler, who was slumped on the ground, stumbled to his feet, and stuffed the coins tightly into his pockets in a panic. He was about to run towards the light without his legs and feet.

On the roof not far away, some sparks were left on the scrap cardboard piled up by someone unknown. A dark blue clown figure silently watched all this and turned to leave.

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

After leaving the East District, Klein did not choose to immediately return to Minsk Street, where he had moved in and had not lived for a few days. Instead, he chose to return to the room that Ian had chosen for him in advance.

This is within the Backlund Bridge area, far from the apartment in charge of Mr. Agron, closer to Iron Cross Street, and only two roads away from the Brave Bar.

The reason why Klein chose this place is because he is not familiar enough with Minsk Street, and there are many uncertain factors.

Secondly, the law and order in the Backlund Bridge area was more lax, which made it easier for him to deal with the worker uniforms and various materials used for camouflage stained with Lanvus blood, and at the same time change back to his usual outfit.

As for whether it would be traced by the "Night Watchers" through psychics because of the blood of Lanvus, this is not the part that Klein will be distracted by.

As long as the demigod wasn't directly divination about his whereabouts, it was impossible for anyone to find any clues from carrying Azik's copper whistle with him.

When the clock reached four in the morning, Klein, who only took off his double-breasted coat and put on a human skin mask on his face, lay neatly on the bed, and suddenly opened his eyes.

This is his hint to himself before sleep!

Feeling that his spirituality had recovered seven or eight, Klein didn't hesitate, got out of bed immediately, stared at the cold temperature in the room because he didn't choose a room with a stove, and shrank to the bathroom. Above the gray fog, the top position of "The Fool".

He first moved his neck a little, then relaxed, and took off the citrine pendant that he had wrapped around his left wrist, and realized the pen and paper.

I don't know where to start, but after coming to Backlund, as long as he is above the gray fog, he will always have an inexplicable peace of mind.

Perhaps it is not only because there is a so-called half body here, but also because there are not so many sight lines here, so there is no need to worry about being spied on at all times.

Anyway, even if the secret is really spied on, there will only be one murderer - "Secret"!

Thinking of this, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched slightly, then he put down the pen in his hand, raised his arms, and meditated silently.

"The mysterious person just now is related to the Church of the Goddess..."

The sound fell, and the citrine pendant that was still in the air slowly began to rotate clockwise at a moderate speed.

It is indeed related to the Church of the Goddess.

"It should be the deacon of the Church of the Goddess... well, Lanvus' body and the things he carried fell into the hands of the church, even if he has any undiscovered conspiracy, he should be able to get it properly. Deal with it." Klein leaned back against the icy back of the chair, staring at the crimson dots dotted on the dome of the giant palace-like palace, his mind gradually calmed down.

In my heart, I unloaded the burden because of revenge, and the calmness and relaxation I deserved after losing the depression finally came to my heart, and my mental state was much better than before.

He recalled how he felt when he was fighting the mysterious man, and couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that this revenge just helped me digest the last 'clown' potion, and my spiritual premonition and corresponding ability have been strengthened again."

Afterwards, he thought about it and remembered the skills he had not mastered when he was fighting. He raised his right hand and stared at the "substitute" in his hand for a while, then put it down again.

Although I can do many things that are impossible for Sequence Eight with the help of the sequence abilities in the vast majority of the "Divinators" contained in the "substitute", this huge spiritual consumption and the corresponding negative effects~www.wuxiamtl.com~ It is also an issue that cannot be ignored.

For example, the attack that Lanerwus swiped after grabbing the chain-blade cane, even if he didn't actually touch it, but only came into contact with the high temperature of the outer layer of the flame, Klein's arm was scalded, and a black spot formed on the surface of the skin. .

"So I still have to be promoted as soon as possible, at least after being promoted to 'Magician', I should be able to get most of the abilities except for controlling the spiritual body thread, except for opponents who must use the spiritual body thread to solve the problem faster in the future. , should not use 'substitutes' easily, so as not to form dependencies."

"Well, I have now mastered all the recipes before the 'Puppet Master', and I don't need to worry too much about the potion materials. The real rhizomes of the Mist Treants can be obtained as long as they wait for the little 'sun'. Monday; and the entire spinal fluid of the evil-printed black panther, even if I can't buy it from that seller, I can wait for Mr. Hanged Man, who is at sea and has an official identity himself, and the only way to get the material is More."

Analyzing his recent plans, Klein gradually showed a genuine smile. Even thinking of Ince Zangwill who was still at large, and 0-08 who could control the trajectory of his fate, it didn't affect the happiness one bit.

At least at this moment, he has taken the first step of revenge.

Klein, who was leaning on the high-back chair, slowly got up, his spirituality began to spread over his body, and he was ready to leave the gray fog.

Suddenly, he looked forward, stared at the empty palace, and bowed deeply.

"thanks."

In the next second, crimson light enveloped his body, and above the empty gray fog, a "mysterious" figure appeared on the seat of "World", with a gentle smile on his soft face.

"You're welcome."

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