Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Da Da Da, on the ground floor of No. 9 Bellotto Street in the West District of Backlund, Robert Memmingen strode forward with a faint hint of impatience, and went straight to the room with the No. 7 metal nameplate.

He is dressed in a straight dark suit, which does not match his blond hair and blue eyes, and his extremely youthful appearance. With his serious expression now, he looks like a boy pretending to be mature.

Turning around the corner and arriving at the closed door, Robert had to stop, and hastily changed his breath a few times. After he tried his best to smooth out the extra expression on his face, he tapped a few times and waited for the summons.

"Come in."

After a long five seconds, the knuckles of his left fingers were clenched tightly, and Robert, who was getting whiter and whiter, finally heard the permission. He pushed open the door without hesitation, and said straight to the point:

"Major General, this is the action report sent by the Nighthawks today."

As he said that, he pushed the sealed kraft paper bag in his hand along the smooth tabletop and pushed it in front of Mr. Major General who was reading the newspaper.

"Don't be nervous, Memmingen, Lieutenant Colonel Saruhe told me last night that the problem was solved smoothly, and there was no trouble, and the airship didn't fire, didn't it?" The short-sized Qonas Kilgor did not lift his head, as if he had no interest in opening the document.

"But the Nighthawks submitted another report just now. The agents we accompanied yesterday also completed the mission report this morning. They all mentioned a possible emerging organization." Robert, who was from a nobleman, saw his head. The boss ignored important information, and his already immature face frowned, but it seemed even more lacking.

He quickly put another kraft paper bag in his hand that had not yet been sealed on the table, poured out all the beige or yellowish paper inside, pointed to the black and white photo at the top, and raised his head to the Extending the surprised Qonas said:

"Major General, through the judgment of the Goddess Church's 'Goddess Sword' - Crestai Cesima, the two mysterious people who caused the death of the Tingen Incident maker Lanvus were more or less involved. Sealed artifact at least level 1 or higher."

Although Robert's tone was a little excited, his aristocratic cultivation still constrained him to maintain the most basic respect for his superiors. Seeing that he had attracted the attention of the major general, he decisively pulled out another report that was under pressure.

He pointed to the typed type on it, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.

"The night watchman of the church used two different sealed artifacts. At the same time, Archbishop St. Anthony conducted divination by his own means, but neither could get any information about the two mysterious people. Do you know what this means?"

Looking at Robert, whose face was ruddy because of excitement, Quinas calmly closed the newspaper in his hand, picked up his fingers lazily, glanced at the exceptionally clear corpse of Lanervus in the photo, and the corners of his mouth twitched. With an indescribable smile, his dark blue and nearly black eyes were full of playfulness.

"Major Memmingen, have you considered the consequences of speaking to me in this tone?"

Robert, who was still pointing his finger on the report, suddenly felt a chill, he straightened his body subconsciously, and took a very standard military posture.

No matter what family background he has behind him, in front of this demigod-like powerhouse, it is not a bargaining chip that needs to be feared enough.

Seeing that Robert's mood had eased, Qonas changed to a more comfortable sitting position, with his left leg on top of his right leg, and his two arms that were too long picked up the cigar beside the desk, and used scissors familiarly. Cut off the top part.

"What is your opinion, Major General?"

"I mean, the aurora will be too rampant recently, the human trade and arms smuggling at sea has consumed a large part of our strength, coupled with the recent conflict with Intis, if another extraordinary person with a mysterious background appears at this time. Organization, I am worried that the security of Backlund will be more turbulent."

Robert leaned forward slightly and hinted euphemistically that the various cases that had caused public controversy and made people panic recently, most of them belonged to the extraordinary part, but the people did not know about it, but they caused great harm to the government. pressure of public opinion.

"So I should propose to select some detectives to investigate this mysterious organization that the three demigods of the sequence can't predict?" He waved his hand impatiently.

He put down the burning cigar in his hand, put his hands on the corner of the table, and looked at Robert, whose lips were constantly squirming, until the other party finally clenched his fist and left his office.

Seeing that the door was closed and the room was clean again, he sat back again, picked up the cigar beside him, took a deep breath, and instinctively picked up the report mixed in a pile of papers.

If it weren't for the huge influence of the Memmingen family in the parliament, and considering the demigod who existed in secret, Qonas wouldn't let this kid who has been called a "knight" since the academy days smoothly become himself The secretary ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He was reading the transcript of the report handwritten by Crested himself, and when he saw the bottom, he couldn't help but stop for a while.

"The Fool" and "The World"?

If he remembers correctly, there seems to be a word similar to "The Fool" in the ruins...

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

Chowood District, Minsk Street.

On the empty road, a hired carriage heard the curb. Wearing a half-height silk top hat, a spotless black double-breasted coat, and a mature cheek and beard, Klein handed over the fare to the waiting coachman. , he carried a cane, and walked towards the house No. 17, which he had never lived in, with a relaxed gait.

After last night's review and consideration, he definitely stopped thinking about everything about other events recently, and only focused on acting and promotion, and he should give himself a vacation.

As for the witch hidden in the golden rose, the "devil" who created the Ripper case, and the rotting male corpse that may appear at any time, this kind of evil in the extraordinary realm will temporarily fade out of his sight.

Recently, Klein just wanted to be an honest detective, and at most do some meaningful things, such as finding a way to expose Kapin, who secretly trafficked people, if he had the chance.

Thinking of this, Klein, who had slept all night wearing a human skin mask, was so stiff that he couldn't laugh, but he could still see the joy in his gestures.

Clean up the house today, by the way... Suddenly, he who had taken out the key suddenly stopped and stood there, looking at the young lady who was waiting bored in front of his room, the ice blue eyes behind the gold glasses A little doubt appeared in his eyes.

He doesn't remember having hired a maid...

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