Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"excuse me, you are"

In the white-toned ward, Alan Kreis stared at the uninvited guest alertly, moved himself in front of the small patient, and blocked himself between the two.

Since the unfortunate child was admitted to the hospital, even his parents have not visited him much, and recently he heard from his colleagues that the child's father is being pestered by some not-so-good people. Let him have to be wary of this sudden arrival of strangers.

"Sherlock Moriarty, I'm a detective hired by Mr. Neville Auceptin to protect him from the harassment of those outlaws recently." Klein smiled kindly, but his eyes remained on Alan On the calf of the child behind the doctor.

"By the way, Mr. Neville is also outside now. Of course, he's been a little uncomfortable recently, so I'm the only one coming in."

Listening to Klein's faint hints, even Aaron, who was usually stern and serious, could hear the other party's desire to avoid suspicion.

He glanced at the boy who was behind him in a tangled way, and found that this timid little guy was looking at him with big watery eyes, and he was still playing with the tarot that he couldn't take out of his hands. card, with obvious excitement in his eyes.

Alas... Even if his parents didn't really take him to heart, after hearing that his father finally came to the hospital to "see" him for a while, he would still be happy from the bottom of his heart, what a poor child.

Sighing silently, Allen squatted down slightly, comforted the boy sitting on the bed, and then brushed past Klein and walked out of the room.

The door of the ward was still open.

A very competent doctor... The inspiration was suddenly touched, and Klein, who instinctively turned off his spiritual vision, withdrew his gaze, and his expression gradually became serious.

Just after the only ordinary person in the house went out, he felt an inexplicable fluctuation, and at the same time his spiritual intuition started to call the police, causing him to subconsciously exit the state of spiritual vision.

This kind of feeling, he had only encountered before when facing the breath of the true creator.

But the feeling this child gave me was far from that level, at least it didn't make me want to surrender just by getting close... Thoughtfully, Klein silently activated the "substitute", ready to jump through the flames at any time. Stay away from here.

Although this may cause a commotion in the hospital and expose his identity as an Extraordinary, it is nothing compared to the weirdness in front of him.

"Actually, I don't recommend that you use the extraordinary tricks of a 'magician' here. That would easily attract MI9's attention." The child with a terrifying tumor on his left calf glanced at Klein's right hand and pouted. .

"Why do you say that?" Thanks to the ability of "Clown", Klein didn't lose control of his expression. Instead, he still had the natural expression that was dotted with a faint smile at the beginning, and moved his cane to his left hand.

He maintained the calmness of the bright side, and the right hand who was seen through the means immediately smeared the Azik copper whistle that he had been keeping in the pocket of his coat.

If there is really any danger, this copper whistle must be more aware than himself!

Under his gaze, the child on the hospital bed turned around and sat cross-legged towards him, with the tarot cards in his hands scattered in front of him, the pros and cons were different.

"Although I don't know how much you know, Backlund is really too dangerous recently, so I am more grateful to Ourorius for causing this injury on me, and giving me a suitable reason to hide in the hospital. "

"But I don't know if that stupid snake has forgotten that it is a society ruled by law. He actually took the initiative to inflict bad luck on me. As a result, a criminal who was released on medical parole by MI9 lives next door to me. Now there are several annoying people every day. Agents are around here."

While muttering in his dreams with all kinds of strange words, he flipped the tarot cards in front of him.

pat.

A gust of wind blew, not only lucky or unlucky, two cards were rolled to the ground, overlapping and facing up, facing Klein's direction.

"The Fool" and "Wheel of Fortune".

"Thank you for your reminder... But, I think I still don't quite understand what you're trying to say. After all, there are some words in what you said that I haven't heard before."

"For example, who is Ourorius?" Klein paused as he spoke, his face expressionless.

Although he really didn't understand the outline of the matter just now, he caught a harsh word—he!

Although I don't know what's in front of me, but from the spiritual point of view, only the child with an abnormal left calf will be related to the angel, but the word alone is enough to make Klein tense his nerves to deal with it.

Why have I been dealing with this level of existence recently?

Under the focus of his inquiring eyes, the little boy sitting on the bed opened his mouth little by little, and his round eyes rolled, constantly passing over Klein, vowing to look him aside from head to toe .

"I should have read it right, this feeling..." The boy muttered to himself in a very low voice.

Although the fate of the river is different, the gray and white figure with more blue and black is a road sign that he will never admit wrong!

Did He fall while I was being chased by stupid snakes?

Impossible, I just contacted Her Majesty the Queen some time ago. If this lord dies, the Queen will definitely take the initiative to contact him.

With incredible eyes, the little boy glanced at the "middle-aged man" in front of him again, and picked up the tarot cards scattered on the bed without believing in evil. He was just within reach.

pat.

Two more tarot cards fell, the first one was "The Fool", but the latter one became the ending card - "World".

"It turns out, so..." The little boy whose emotions suddenly became complicated pulled out an ugly smile. He drooped the corners of his mouth, and looked at Klein with a hint of resentment in his eyes.

So what happened, who will tell me... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched after watching the boy in front of him perform a one-man show.

It seems that he found that neither his own inspiration nor Azik's copper spoon sounded any more alarms. He carefully looked at the open door, and saw that Mr. Neville and the doctor were still dealing with each other outside the door, and there was no one around. Notice the farce in the house.

"So, can you answer my question just now, such as who is Ourorius?" After a brief silence, Klein decided to ask his first question.

"Well, to put it simply, that stupid snake, he is the most powerful angel under the real creator, you should know the relationship between the real creator and that person?" It seemed that something was confirmed, and the boy became secretive when he spoke. He covered it up, and finally, as if he was worried that someone could eavesdrop, he made a few gestures with his hands.

The most powerful angel of the true creator?

Klein searched all the information in his mind, but found that his impression of the Aurora Society seemed to be only on the tragedy caused by Lanvus, and he didn't have a deep understanding of them.

Maybe I can ask Mr. A. He should be happy to tell me, the "chosen", about the glory of God.

"I know."

Facing the little boy, Klein didn't say who "that" was, but he still glanced at the "The Fool" card on the ground without leaving a trace.

"I knew that I didn't waste it this time." Seeing that the last glimmer of hope in front of him had not been dashed, the little boy sighed exaggeratedly, and immediately corrected his attitude and stated his true purpose.

"Anyway, my father actually went back to find you because I used some roundabout methods to get you to come to me."

"In other words, now the real client is actually me."

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"The City of Generosity" Bayam, Blue Mountains Island.

On the dark blue and nearly black plane, the black sails drifting on the distant sea level slowly approached, the narrow and long sampans were lowered from the ship, and three ladies with different statures and appearances used the thin wooden boards. Set foot on land controlled by local rebels.

"Good morning, dear friend." On the simple pier built of logs, a strong man decorated with blue and blue sea snake patterns greeted the guests who had just arrived, and there was no smile between the corners of his mouth that bluntly withdrawn.

The arrogant guy... controlled the sampan to move forward, the maid who stepped down first was about to fight back impulsively, but saw his captain standing in front of him at some point and greeted the strong man Sight.

"Thank you for your help, I will definitely repay this friendship."

With a pale face and a little tiredness in her heroic brows, Tracy stood in front of her two "crew", ignoring the harsh tone of the other party.

Damn, if it wasn't for me running into those dogs of the Church of Storms after escaping from the pursuit of the Loen army... Even though the faint anger was burning in her chest, she still had to remain sensible and deal with the situation in front of her. Savage **** natives.

"very good."

He glanced at the three women in front of him again. The man with blue tattoos covering most of his skin turned his head away. UU reading www.uukanshu.com looked in the direction of the Governor's Mansion and said:

"Then please leave with your subordinates now. As we said in advance, we will allow you to take refuge here and even take in your ship, but you must leave our territory immediately."

His Loen's words were very good, but there were some subtle errors in grammar, but from the accent, it seemed that it was Loen's words spit out from the mouth of an aboriginal.

Hearing this news, the maid who had just been stopped by Tracy was about to have a seizure again, but looking at the unshakable back of the captain, and the red-haired woman standing side by side with him, with the same calm face, he could only bury angrily. head.

"Okay." Tracy took a deep breath and accepted the result calmly. In the blue eyes that usually seemed to have waves surging, now there is only incomparable peace.

Under the slightly surprised gaze of the aboriginal leader, she took the two crew members who were the only ones she cared about, took the coat with local characteristics, and walked away.

The figures of the three women walked farther and farther, until they disappeared at the end of the white light horizon, and the head of the indigenous army with hideous tattoos withdrew his gaze, prayed under the sun, and chanted an awkward elf incantation.

"The great sea **** Kavituwa, the powerhouse with extraordinary abilities has landed on Blue Mountain Island..."

After waiting for a while, his devout expression was finally broken, and a hint of disappointment flashed in his turbid turquoise eyes.

"Lieutenant General Sick is not the person in the prophecy, God, when will we welcome the sacrificer in the prophecy, and when will your servant sacrifice your lost treasure to you... ."