Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund Chorwood District.

In front of the spacious street, a luxurious carriage with a black appearance and no coat of arms was parked in front of the luxurious houses facing the street. Under the noon sun, it was inevitably stained with the bright red color of some greenhouses.

Although the temperature outside Backlund had dropped to single digits due to the recent cold snap, this bungalow seemed to exist in another season, which was out of tune with the desolate surroundings and stood out in a beige building.

Although it is not known to everyone, the owner of this house is Duke Negan's favorite mistress, a girl who has just turned twenty.

It is also for this reason that even though it is nearly twelve o'clock now, the large and small windows of this house are still blocked by fringed decorations and curtains. The guard returned a menacing look.

"Go in through the foyer, then stay for five minutes on the second floor partition, and finally the master bedroom..." In another bungalow adjacent to the luxury home, Jason Bellia, with high cheekbones, leaned back against the rich Shadow, a pair of blue eyes with a hint of gray without a point of view, stared blankly at the two miserable corpses placed on the ritual position in front of him.

In the attic of the house without light interference, the ritual symbol made of blood exudes a strange purple color. One of the two corpses placed crossed has their eyes removed, and the other has both ears completely cut off, and their limbs are completely cut off. It was wide open and accurately placed on the established ritual. Through ritual magic, the organs that belonged to them were connected to Jason Beria.

This is a ritual magic handed down from the heyday of the "Demon" in the Third Age. It is a harsh ritual that requires at least a request to the "Duke of Blood" to get a response.

In the original plan, Jason Beria planned to pray to the angel in his family to help him complete the task obtained from the organization whose name could not be said.

But in the ceremony that is running now, the mark engraved in the center of the position is the coat of arms belonging to the former "Abyss Lord" - Fabti.

He didn't respond to this, as it should have been.

In the luxurious courtyard, the eyes and ears wandering in the thick shadows quietly approach the tightly closed bedroom, and there are moving sounds from time to time.

Under the control of Jason Beria, they carefully avoided the guards on both sides of the door.

In the perspective filled with blood red and black and white, a black-haired, blue-eyed, uncharacteristic man stood meticulously by the door, even with the hearing of the "Wind Blessed One", he could clearly hear every move in the house. , and did not make any dissatisfied expressions, like a puppet that was entered into a predetermined program.

"Brainless Storm Cultists..."

Jason, who was hiding in the shadow of the attic, smiled contemptuously, and then turned his head in another direction as if he was really moving his eyes.

The eyeballs in the shadows rolled, and another squire—a young man with blond hair stood on one side like a sculpture, but compared to the other guard, his eyes did not show much reverence for duty, but more Almost indifferently calm.

"A... standard 'lawyer'." Jason gave his own evaluation accurately, got up and stepped forward, stepping on the ritual track with his leather shoes, extinguishing the ongoing ceremony.

The thick shadow boiled, the remaining blood and the corpse were ignited by the sulfur flames, and the hard floor suddenly became soft, like an abyss mouth, swallowing all the traces of sin in the attic, together with the already in the shadows. eyeballs together with ears.

There were still only a few passersby on the street with the bleak and cold wind. The bodyguard who was in charge of guarding the courtyard's periphery was moved by the sound from the side, and he followed it and saw an ordinary hired carriage speeding away, and soon drove out. his vision.

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

In the restaurant near St. Samuel's Cathedral, Klein tightly locked the bathroom door. After confirming again and again that it could not be opened from the outside, he completed the four-step backward movement with great difficulty and climbed to the gray fog. above.

As he expected, "Mystery" was sitting in the position of "World" and seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time.

"It seems that you should have met that... Will through the connection between us?"

It seemed that he really didn't know the true identity of the other party. Klein chose to use the other party's current "legal title" to refer to it.

"Yes, although a little surprised at first."

"Mystery" tapped the mottled desktop, his voice calm.

A little surprised... Klein nodded slightly, his eyes lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.

He deliberately glanced at the simple note on his right hand, and in order to save time, he spat out several questions in one go.

"Then what do you think of Will's conditions?"

"Should I help him?"

"Also, who is he?"

Although asking the three questions together sounds a bit aggressive, when he thinks that his body is still squatting on the toilet in the bathroom, Mr. Auceptin is guarding the door, and maybe he will be unable to bear the pat at any time. The bathroom door, Klein had to do it.

"You really..." Hearing the half-hearted question, "Secret" shook his head with a half-smile, but quickly answered these questions.

"First, the conditions He gave you are not equal from my point of view, and if you have the opportunity in the future, or if you finally choose to accept my help, you will never get what you get from Him when you meet Ourorius. Just a brief moment of luck."

As if to make his words more convincing, "Secret" showed two lines of names written in Elvish language in the air quite humanely.

Ourorius, the Angel of Destiny, the King of Angels with two Sequence One characteristics.

Will Auceptin, Sequence One of the Path of Fate, "The Serpent of Mercury".

In other words, they are all Angels of Sequence One?

Klein was not happy because he knew the sequence name of another angel, but felt a headache because he was invisibly involved in the battle between the two top angels.

"Second, you really won't be in any danger for helping him. After all, Ourorius can also detect the special aura in you, and he will never harm you."

After erasing those two lines of characters, "Mystery" tapped the desktop lightly and gave the answer to the second question.

Third... After waiting for a while, Klein suddenly raised his head and found that the other party still did not answer the third point.

"Is there a problem with Will Auceptin's identity?"

He actually saw a trace of entanglement on his face.

"No." Returning to the most usual peaceful expression, "Mystery" denied Klein's conjecture, but he paused before answering the question, "At this moment, the name Will Auceptin is He. The real name of the 'Snake of Mercury', which involves the authority of the 'Snake of Mercury', they can restart their lives within a period of time and grow back from childhood."

"That's why you'll look like a child when you see him again."

In order to prevent Klein from realizing more, "Mystery" unknowingly speeded up his speech, and finally said the part that made him tangled.

"But in the second era, he also has an identity called the God of Luck."

god of luck?

Klein, who was still struggling with the trouble caused by Sequence One, suddenly regained his energy and repeated the last word.

"God of luck?"

He remembered that not long ago, "Mystery" had said to himself that "The Diviner" did not control most of the authority related to fate, but it was still slightly involved in the category of "So Far", so he translated it according to the cipher text. 's honorific name will be valid.

Moreover, the difference between luck and good luck really doesn't seem to be big... The seeds of doubt in his heart kept sprouting, and Klein looked at his half body with a trace of exploration in his eyes.

"Yes, in the second era, the elf king Sunia Solem has mastered a part of the authority of the 'destiny' path, and for this reason, the elves at that time still have a certain number of extraordinary 'destiny' paths, and lucky God is the angel of the 'Fate' pathway under his seat."

Knowing what Klein had in mind, "Mystery" took the initiative to reveal the historical secrets of this part, and added:

"Of course, after the fall of the elf king, the elves are almost left with the extraordinary of the 'Storm' pathway, and the 'God of Luck' has to start fleeing because he has mastered the characteristics of Sequence One, avoiding the escape from Uluo. Lucy's pursuit."

That is to say, this God of Luck, like "Mystery", was originally an elves, but because of the special sequence, he had to flee, and finally became the current Will Auceptin?

And that Ourorius, the Angel of Destiny, seems to be the King of Angels under the Creator's seat, and still serves the true Creator.

Then this matter looks very suspicious... "Mystery" doesn't even dislike the real creator who has become what he is now. Even if it is according to the psychology of Aiwu Jiwu, it should help those who are closer to him. Ourorius sweeps away the enemy.

Klein thought about it for a while, but found that it was difficult for him to sort out the logic.

This involves huge historical factors from the second era to the present. In the absence of too much information, it is almost impossible for him to guess the thoughts of several beings who can be called "His".

Considering the urgency of time, he suppressed the doubts in his heart.

"So what's your opinion, should I accept Will Auceptin's commission?"

Feeling the scorching gaze coming from the top, "Mystery" seemed to have light flickering in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he nodded slightly.

"For now, this may be the best choice, but you need to let him prolong your luck, or let him make a spell for you, which can release a certain amount of luck at the right time."

By the end, "Mystery" raised his chin slightly.

"Just say it's my will."

"But why is there an extra clause?"

Klein didn't quite understand the final arrangement of "Mystery".

He doesn't think that this clause is just to get some more "rewards" for him. If it's just for some luck, then "mystery" can be given directly, or entrusted to the more powerful angel of destiny under the seat of the true creator.

"Because I also have enemies."

"what?"

"Mysterious" answered coldly, making Klein unable to react for a while.

"Because I also have enemies, and now their eyes are staring at Backlund, if it is the power from me and my allies, it is easy to be associated with people who have a heart, but if it is a power that has almost nothing to do with me. El Auceptin, you have a legitimate reason to be blessed with luck, enough to help you escape a danger you can't handle right now."

Although his voice was still as calm as usual, he spoke at a much faster pace, and his casual sitting posture was replaced by seriousness.

"After leaving the gray fog, you need to contact him immediately with the token he gave you,"

Just as Klein opened his mouth a little, "Mystery" had already read his mind, and quickly added:

"You don't need to enter the dream, you just need to write what you just said on the Qianzhi Crane, and he will receive it."

"And, if my hunch is correct, you should encounter some dangers in the near future, so his luck is very important."

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

In the bathroom, Klein looked at Qianzhihe, which was much more out of shape than when he first got it. He stroked the crease with his fingers, shook his head, and put it into his wallet.

click.

The closed black wooden door slowly opened, and because of the negative effect of the human-skin mask, the muscles on his face didn't even need Klein to control himself to be frosty.

He glanced at Neville Auceptin, who was squatting anxiously at the bathroom door, pacing back and forth, and clenched his cane again.

"Come on, sir, I think we can visit Mr. Bishop."

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

It is obviously noon, but in St. Samuel Church, the darkness belonging to the goddess seems to be the main color in this small chapel. Just stepping in will make people forget the sorrow and bitterness of the mundane world. It is peaceful here. Heaven, though only a thin line from reality.

In the large prayer hall, although the heart was already burning with fire, due to other prayers, Neville Auceptin could only "religiously" shrink in the seat near the bishop, looking forward to the end of the prayer session.

A little further away, Klein hid under the shadow cast by the dome of the prayer hall, his eyes were down on the crimson moon behind the altar, and he stared at the red moon and stars that dotted the night sky. Calm down a little.

Although he used to be a night watchman~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but really, he didn't really go to church a few times.

And although the size of St. Samuel's Church is much higher than that of St. Selena's Church, I still prefer the design of the circular holes behind the altar of St. Selina's Church to imitate the starry sky... On the surface, as a steam believer, he had to withdraw his gaze and re-evaluate the bishop who was in charge of preaching.

In fact, he can't tell himself why he prefers St. Selina's Church.

"Praise the goddess!"

Under the guidance of the bishop, the sparse believers praised in unison, and outlined the shape of a crimson moon on their chests.

Mr. Auceptin, who couldn't wait any longer, took a few steps to catch up with the altar, and rather rudely grabbed Bishop Electra who was about to rest.

Standing in the shadows, Klein watched everything that happened on the altar from a distance, watching with cold eyes.

Under his witness, the initial displeasure on the bishop's face gradually disappeared, replaced by the solemnness after hearing the suspected extraordinary event.

In the end, he was surprised to find that the bishop turned to look at him.

After several hints by Mr. Auceptin, Klein could no longer pretend not to see, and could only bite the bullet and walk to the altar.

I hope Will Auceptin's promised luck has taken effect... He bowed politely like a bishop, and then turned his doubtful eyes to his employer.

"Sorry, Mr. Moriarty, although Mr. Auceptin told me that you are a believer of steam, I still insisted on calling you to ask some questions."

The thin bishop nodded apologetically, and then said solemnly:

"Can you tell me how you found out that poor Will was cursed by the devil?"

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