Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In front of Minsk Street No. 17, a young lady in a black and white maid uniform bowed her head boredly, pinched the edge of her skirt with both hands, and hid in the shadow of the eaves to pass the time.

After searching in his brain, Klein shook his head with no results, walked to the door of his house, raised his cane slightly and said loudly:

"Hello lady, what are you waiting for here?"

Hearing the male voice that suddenly appeared, after waiting for more than ten minutes, the maid with cold hands suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with a brilliance called liberation.

She hurriedly adjusted her appearance, and then asked Klein:

"Are you Mr. Sherlock Moriarty?"

"I'm a maid hired by Mrs. Somer at House No. 14 on this street, and Mrs. wants me to invite you to tea this afternoon."

invite me to afternoon tea?

Klein was stunned for a moment, and then nodded after realizing that he was Sherlock Moriarty who had just moved in.

This is not the place where Klein used to live in the 21st century. No matter which province it is in Loen, except for the poor who really can’t afford independent real estate, the rest of the class will more or less pay attention to the relationship with their neighbors. If a new neighbor moves Come and invite each other to have afternoon tea, which is a normal social means to open up the relationship between neighbors.

People like Klein who moved in for a few days have hardly been seen at home due to their own reasons, and those who have not contacted their neighbors in time are outliers.

Speaking of which, it was Melissa who was in charge of making good neighbors and managing relationships. Whether it was Benson or me, it was difficult to find time at that time... Thinking of the short happy time in Tingen, Klein The joy in his heart faded a little, but his face was still paralyzed after his muscles froze.

"I'd love to visit Mrs. Somer." He tried to make up for the embarrassment of not being able to smile by trying to be as soft as possible. "Well, can you wait for me?"

"I just finished the last bit of formalities for the move, and I just planned to take this opportunity to give some small gifts to the neighbors."

After getting the answer that the maid was willing to help, Klein quickly opened the door and got into the house without a trace of popularity.

He took off the human-skin mask on his face very neatly, rubbed his stiff cheeks with both hands, walked straight to the bedroom that had already been tidied up, selected for a while in the exaggerated luggage locked under the bed, took out A silver charm that has not had time to infuse spirituality.

After closing the suitcase again, Klein was about to leave the bedroom, but when he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly stopped.

No, if that Mrs. Somer was a believer in the **** of steam and machinery, wouldn't that make the scene very embarrassing?

I knew I should have asked the lady maid first... Annoyed, Klein decisively pulled out the citrine pendant on his left wrist and muttered words.

In case of indecision, divination solves it!

Fortunately, the citrine hanging in the air rotated clockwise, and that Mrs. Somer was indeed a standard goddess believer.

What, why did you say that Klein didn't guess that the lady believed in the Lord of the Storm?

In Loen, families that generally believe in the Lord of Storms, in order to show the lofty status of the male host, they will even go straight to socializing between neighbors, and most of them are in charge of the male host.

Putting on the human skin mask again, although his face was still stiff, Klein, who was able to squeeze out a smile, opened the door of his house. This time, he didn't see the maid looking bored.

With a smile on his face, he handed the silver "badge" in his hand to the maid, and explained:

"This is the spiritual badge I got in Winter County, from the Bishop of Winter Church. It is said to have a calming effect."

"Hehe, I am a believer of the **** of steam and machinery, I think this precious badge should be more suitable for a devout goddess believer, praise the steam!"

Klein didn't give the maid a chance to think at all.

In the end, this careful "diver" still did not forget to strengthen the character, and drew a pattern of a triangular holy emblem on his chest with a very pious expression.

"Well, I think Madam will like your gift." The maid, who felt the coldness of the metal in her hand, glanced at the not-so-finely engraved holy emblem of the night, her tone a little perfunctory.

She was shivering a little from the cold wind outside. Although there was no impatient expression on her face, she still dealt with Klein hastily. After saying goodbye again, she walked towards the 14th.

It wasn't until she knocked on the door lightly and waited for another maid to open the door for her that she slowed down and looked at the badge in her hand with some hesitation.

How did Mr. Moriarty know that Mrs. Somer was a devout Evernight?

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

Backlund Queens, in an unnamed house.

Just after completing his daily prayers underground, Mr. A with his newly grown fingers and pale blood walked into the empty living room, bowed slightly at the two figures sitting on the sofa, and did not dare to look up.

In front of him, Ambrosius, who had just come to Backlund secretly from Port Enmat, glanced at the "shepherd" who was more feminine than women with a little interest, and then moved his gaze back. By saying to Edmund:

"Anyway, the Lord's recent order is to stop investigating the movements of the 'devil', and even let me ignore their existence to a certain extent."

Edmund, who was sitting lazily, raised his eyebrows, not paying much attention.

"Since the fall of the 'Abyss', those 'devils' have long been no threat, and only old antiques like you are still afraid of them recreating the tragedy of the Fourth Epoch. go."

As he spoke, he turned his right hand, and an eyeball-sized badge appeared out of thin air, lying quietly in his palm, with a thin layer of sporadic light shining quietly.

After leaving the scene yesterday, Dunn contacted Edmund, and while requesting to hide the trace, he also handed in the contact badge of the Destiny Hermitage.

In order to stop him from talking about the relationship between "The Fool" and the true creator, Edmund gave him a copy of the main material of "Requiem Master", which is called a reward for handing in this badge.

He could see that after the final digestion and the opening of the knot, Dunn was already qualified to be promoted to "Requiem Master".

And helping him to advance is one of the tasks that the Lord has entrusted to him.

"A gadget of the Hermit Society of Destiny?" Ambrosius took this item from Edmund's hand without hesitation, spreading spirituality on his fingertips, his eyes twinkling with stars, simulating the ability of the "Destiny Trojan" , feel the badge clearly.

It's not that he has not seen this before, the gadgets of the "Amon Victims Association" established by the Jacob and Zoroaster family descendants with other "thief" path Extraordinary.

But because of the Lord's order, they all deliberately avoided this path, and even the "door" path, the crumbling Abraham family couldn't help directly, I just heard of it, and never had the desire to explore. .

But today, He actually saw a badge that did not expire in Edmund's hand.

Looking at the questioning gaze from Ambrosius, Edmund, who has always used "maintaining the mentality of a teenager" as his creed of human nature, smiled slightly and said softly:

"I'm going to let Tristan sneak into this party, he's about to wake up."

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