Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Lead-grey clouds shrouded the sky over Backlund, and the eastern part of the city was lined with factories, with huge iron-black chimneys towering and adjoining them. From a distance, it looked like a column connecting heaven and earth.

The morning sun was isolated from the sky made of yellowish mist, and the dark green postman was wearing a choking sour smell, carrying a large bundle of newspapers that still had the smell of ink scurrying in the street.

From time to time, he took out a newspaper from the package behind him, and according to the list in his hand, he stuffed the predetermined letters together with the newspaper into the mailbox on the front lawn of the townhouse or the single-family house.

"No. 15 Minsk Street." The postman with a square scarf on his face swept it roughly and recorded five customers on the list at a glance.

This is a sparse and ordinary thing for him.

"17 Minsk Street."

Crossing the road, the postman who was just about to put the newspaper into the mailbox suddenly heard the sound of the door latch being pulled. Looking up, he saw that the owner of the house had opened the door, the glasses on the bridge of his nose were crooked, a pair of fresh The appearance of waking up.

"I think this is the newspaper I ordered?"

As soon as he got up, Klein, whose inspiration was touched, resisted the urge to yawn and waved to the postman.

"Yes." The postman, who didn't want to waste time, checked the door number on the mailbox in the garden again, and then handed the newspaper in his hand to Klein, who was confused, and walked away.

He wanted to deliver the newspapers in almost the entire region of Chorwood by nine in the morning, and he had to hurry when there was no transportation.

The weather in Backlund is even worse than that of the heavy industrial cities in the north of the earth... Just opening the door and taking a few breaths of "fresh" smog, Klein felt a burning sensation in his lungs , every breath seems to be swallowing sand.

After leaving the East District yesterday, he went to the headquarters of the "Daily Observer" to find Mike, the only reporter he knew, and wanted to share some of his newly obtained clues with the other party to see if he could draw up some other new ideas. clue.

Unfortunately, Mike had traveled to the port of Enmat two days earlier to interview the dockers there.

After the last incident, he found he may need to change the direction of his investigation to ensure the safety of himself and his family.

But Klein didn't know about this decision. He had been waiting at the headquarters of the Daily Observer until everyone on the other side got off work before he got the whereabouts of Mike from the lady at the front desk.

And sadly, the Daily Observer's off-duty time turned out to be at nine o'clock in the evening, and they needed to compile the next day's newspaper content in advance.

For this reason, I went home quite late yesterday, and I had to deal with all the evidence I got from Ian. In addition, I forgot to add firewood to the fireplace. I was woken up by stomach pain in the morning. Can't open my eyes.

After making sure that no one else would disturb him, he clutched the newspaper he had just received, and there was still a trace of air-conditioning in his hand, and walked straight to the bathroom at home.

When the buttocks came into contact with the toilet seat, the cold touch from the bottom up completely awakened Klein's drowsy thinking.

"I guess that shoddy cream I ate in the East End yesterday was also one of the culprits for my constant squirting today..."

He frowned and opened the newspaper slowly, forcing himself to take his attention away from his physical response.

"Well, it's all reports from the Kingdom Council, there is no Crazy Ripper today... It seems that the last time Lanvus died, after the major churches stepped up their pursuit of the Aurora Society, the actions of the official Beyonders also affected to this 'devil'?"

Of course, there is also a possibility that the other party has completed the ceremony and was promoted to "Desire Apostle", so that he no longer needs to expose himself frequently.

Looking down, Klein, who quickly came up with various guesses, looked at the next panel.

"The fishermen went to sea and found a pirate party in a thrilling way. The party of the pirate general and the four pirate kings was smashed by the kingdom's navy!

"What? The kingdom's army actually attacked the pirate convention mentioned by Mr. Hanged Man?"

Then, have I bought the potion material, Mr. Hanged Man?

For the first time, Klein was worried about the medulla crystals of the elf spring water that he entrusted Mr. Hanged Man to find.

After all, Mr. Hanged Man himself is an insider of the Church of the Storms, and he has an official endorsement, but there are no pirates who sell materials.

Moreover, after the military kills the pirates, 100% of the captured materials and Beyonder characteristics will be directly included in the warehouse, and will not give church members a chance to contact them.

With this idea in mind, Klein carefully read the follow-up report below, and found that the entire article was only promoting the powerful strength of the Loen ironclad, and dexterously avoided the names of every pirate general and pirate king. Let go.

He read the rest of it at a glance, and finally focused on the last sentence.

"The military informant revealed that the great pirate who claimed to be the king of the five seas, Nast Solomon, was furious and issued a notice swearing to execute the traitor who betrayed his fellow pirates."

The military will not surround and suppress pirates for no reason, and if they really want to protect the order of the sea, the king of the five seas will only be killed and surrendered to the angels of the church and the kingdom. Road optional.

It's because there is something wrong with the pirate conference itself. Which pirates might leak the secrets of the military's recent actions?

There were too few clues, and Klein, who could not continue his reasoning, gave up and decided to wait for the next Tarot meeting to ask the client Mr. Hanged Man.

Hope the extraordinary material is all right!

After turning the page, Klein looked at the non-toutiao section, and his moving eyes suddenly stopped.

"Shock! Yesterday, a huge explosion occurred at the famous Fengyue site in Chowood District, and no one survived at the scene! 》

Isn't this the golden rose in the Fengyue place in Chorwood district?

The splendid dance floor hall and the mature old bustard Ms. Lopez were still vivid in his memory. Klein had a hard time believing that they brought the building to nothing after a few days of his own investigation.

"The entire building collapsed completely, and the huge heat from the suspected gas explosion evaporated some of the bodies, and the remains of other victims were also difficult to identify."

What a joke, how could a gas explosion produce heat that directly vaporizes and disappears from the body?

Klein, who noticed that something was wrong, immediately accelerated his speed to solve his physiological needs, and took four steps backwards to board the gray fog.

As soon as he sat on the high-back chair, he realized the newspaper in his hand in reality, and he was about to remove the bracelet around his wrist for divination.

"What are you going to do?"

Just when Klein was about to recite the divination sentence silently, "Mystery" suddenly interrupted him.

His figure emerged from the gray fog and sat in the "world" position as usual, with the hood stacked on his neck.

"I suspect that the explosion of the Golden Rose had something extraordinary."

Because it is his own half body, and even if he conceals something, the other party can divination through high-rank divination, so Klein expressed his thoughts quite frankly.

The crimson stars flickered on the gray fog, and the "mysterious" who seemed to be in a good state of mind today hooked his hand lightly, and the newspaper in Klein's hand appeared out of thin air in his hand.

After reading the content of the report, He closed the newspaper and pointed out Klein's recklessness.

"Next time, I suggest you do a divination first. Will the things you want to do divination bring trouble to yourself."

What's the meaning?

Klein frowned slightly and expressed his doubts with his expression.

"Sometimes, you don't need to take the initiative to contact him. When you know and want to explore him, you will establish a secret connection, and this connection is usually fatal."

"Mystery" who was bombarded by someone else's divine power when he didn't want to sleep took the initiative to explain what he meant just now, hoping to play a role of persuasion.

"So, something of a high-ranking person is involved in this matter...even a true god?" Klein, who grabbed the key part from the other party's words, frowned.

If it wasn't at the level of a true god, "Mystery" should not have spoken out to stop him in person.

Without the existence of the true God to extend power into the kingdom of a god, this is tantamount to courting death.

"almost."

This answer is ambiguous.

So the matter behind the golden rose really involves the power of the true **** level... Klein subconsciously rubbed his chin, his movements became slow little by little, and finally his hand stopped completely. Hoe down like a sculpture.

He remembered the mysterious witch he met in Golden Rose last time.

The other party originally stood behind him, but he didn't know why he gave up and left directly.

Thinking about it now, is it because the other party felt the "secret" aura through special means?

But if the "secret" aura could be discovered so easily, how could other true gods who have hatred against him still be kept in the dark?

"The existence that involves the power of the true **** is related to the 'witch'?" Klein exhaled deeply and said his doubts.

But this time, he didn't get the response he wished, "Mystery" just looked at him quietly.

"Anyway, he won't threaten you in the near future."

Finally, the other party ended the conversation with this answer.

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

"Name?"

"Alger Wilson."

"identity?"

"Captain of the Privateer of the Church of the Storm, a member of the original Punisher."

In the darkened room, Alger calmly looked at the Judge and the Inquisitor sitting behind the trial table, and answered each other's questions one by one.

After a few minutes, the "judge" who was in charge of recording his interrogation took over the telegram just translated and said to the "interrogator" on the side:

"He's fine, he is indeed the 'captain' arranged by the Church of the Storms."

Suddenly, Alger felt that the illusory long whip that had been hanging above his head disappeared without a trace, and the mental paralysis gradually dissipated.

After walking out of the interrogation room in the cabin of MI9's ironclad ship, Argel, who had everything else confiscated except his clothes, took out his belongings from the next room.

In the process, he "shared" a thousand pounds so that the colonel of the military did not delve into the Sealed Artifact of the "Interrogator" sequence he purchased from the Tarot Club.

After walking up the metal stairs and being enveloped by the familiar damp sea breeze, Argel felt real peace of mind.

Although he was very calm when facing the "Interrogator" just now, he couldn't help but wonder if the military demigods would find the fossil pendant special.

But now, it's all in vain.

How could a mere "lawful mage" discover the handwriting of an angel?

Leaning against the railing of the ironclad, he looked into the distance, following the rise and fall of a dark blue dot.

That was his car, the ghost ship of the Fourth Epoch - the Blue Avenger.

After the military attacked the pirate conference that was about to end, he received an order from His Royal Highness Edmund, asking him to take the initiative to hand over an item to the Loen military, so Alger would risk revealing his identity. Using the ability of the "Wind Blessed", he secretly seduced a pirate group that was stronger than himself on the bright side to actively generate friction, attracting Loen's ironclad ships to wipe out the two pirate ships that were fighting.

It was an unremarkable wooden box with only a medal engraved with a symbol similar to the "Hidden Sage" holy emblem.

I don't know what made His Highness Edmund attach so much importance... Alger just remembered that he was fine after he revealed his identity at the beginning, but when Loen's Beyonder found out that he had been thrown in another place by himself. After the pirate ship passed through the box in the cabin, the demigod personally ordered himself to be locked in the interrogation room, saying that he wanted to confirm his identity again.

Fortunately, the harvest at the Pirate Conference was not lost, otherwise my next promotion will be hindered... Watching the cumulus clouds in the sky getting closer and closer, and drifting at sea for many years, the experienced Argel only Just one look and you know the storm is coming.

At the pirate conference, he not only bought the elf spring water medulla crystals that the "world" needs, but also bought an additional copy of the main material of "Wind Blessed One".

This military action actually greatly facilitated Argel's careful thinking.

He originally planned to use the excuse that he found someone selling the "Wind Blessed" formula at the pirate conference, and in turn told the church that he had obtained the corresponding formula and a main material, and then "promoted" according to the trend.

But looking at it now, it seems that he no longer has to worry about the follow-up of this excuse. As long as the high-level asks, he can completely push the few flaws to the military.

The attack of Loen's military killed the pirate who bought the formula, dead without proof!

Anyway, those people in Bayam Church can't be tested because of this member of the "Ascetic Monk".

Within the Church of the Storms, most of the middle and high sequences of the non-"Sailor" pathway will enter the Ascetic to prove their devotion to the Lord.

And in fact, until now, the religious institution of "ascetic monks" has completely evolved into a pure special department~www.wuxiamtl.com~ has long since lost the precepts of their "ascetic practice" at the beginning, and their life is no different from that of ordinary church members. .

"Finally, I finally see the hope of digestion..." Alger turned and walked down the metal stairs behind him.

In the next second, the low-pressure Sunia sea gust of rage, the storm has arrived!

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

Ancient temple-style buildings tower above the gray fog.

In the end, Klein, who couldn't get more information from "Mysterious" mouth, gave up the inquiry and turned to the notebook obtained from Ian.

After yesterday's "adventure" in the East District, he found that it was almost impossible to get news about the gang leader-Kapin from the residents of the East District who were oppressed by the gang.

If not for extraordinary means, the only thing he can do is hire bounty hunters with a deep background to investigate, or give up this dangerous thing immediately.

Fortunately, the original owner of this note, who has tracked down various crimes by Capin, can help me determine some details.

As long as he is sure that the opponent does not have the support of a big man like Ambassador Intis, Klein can completely solve Kapin himself!

"The gangster forces associated with Cappin in this diary."

After silently reciting the divination sentence for seven sides, Klein leaned back on the back of the chair. In the dream state, an illusory notebook opened, and several pages were quickly dyed with spiritual power. The ink of some sentences changed color and turned crimson. of light.

"On August 27, Cappin shot another human trafficker, Diamardo. I met people around him who had the same extraordinary power as me. Those people were very strong, and the middle-aged man at the head looked very similar. The steward of a great nobleman."

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