Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

In the empty prayer hall of St. Samuel's Church, Klein, who was anxious and wanted to beware of the Nighthawks who might appear from other corners, tried his best to control his expression, and finally made up a reasonable reason with a calm expression on his face. .

"That is to say, the poor child himself told you that he has been dreaming of terrifying visions lately, and that there are several terrifying ghosts chasing him in his dreams..." Although it does not sound like a very good reason Persuasive, but after careful consideration, Bishop Elektra accepted the statement and pressed his hand.

"please wait for a moment."

Without explaining too much, the bishop, who was in his forties, left the prayer hall briefly, and walked towards the corridor leading to the underground under the watchful eyes of the two of them.

Although he was extremely anxious, under the goddess' sanctuary, even if he was left aside, Neville Auceptin no longer showed the nervousness that was close to collapse before. , the flame of emotion in his eyes is only a shallow spark.

Sure enough, in a church with demigods, the influence of the goddess' authority is even more obvious... Feeling the ubiquitous spiritual aura, Klein cautiously looked at the holy emblem hanging above the prayer hall.

Even if he doesn't turn on his spiritual vision, the "Joker"'s spiritual intuition can clearly make him feel the peace that originates from the crimson moon.

Suddenly, his inspiration fluctuated, his eyes hurriedly retracted, and he looked at the entrance of the corridor where Bishop Elektra left just now.

Under the dim light, the bishop with deep blue eyes and benevolent features walked slowly side by side with a lady whose otherwise excellent temperament was eclipsed by the lady's contrast.

"I can feel that you have been affected by bad luck for a long time."

The two church members dressed in the same color tone just stood there, the lady who simply wore a trench coat and the blue make-up added a bit of bewitching beauty to her smiled, and some frivolous comments were firmly embedded in it. The exhaustion marks on Will Auceptin's face.

The corners of her mouth smiled politely but lacked warmth. Her green eyes, which seemed to be flashing with aura, swept subconsciously, meeting the dull gaze of another man beside the unfortunate gentleman, and she suddenly lost her senses.

Ms. Daly... Klein, who was still in the appearance of Sherlock Moriarty, was covered in cold sweat, and an indescribable feeling lingered in his throat.

If it were normal, he would be nervous when he saw Mr. Al Hasson or Ms. Lolotta who had been with him for a short time, but he would be more fortunate that the existence of the human skin mask would prevent him from being easily recognized.

But in front of Ms. Daly, this is another matter - the prototype of Sherlock Moriarty's disguise is a reference to the captain!

Klein, who didn't show any strangeness because of his "clown" ability, properly controlled the muscles on his face, showing a trace of puzzlement.

He could feel that Ms. Daly's eyes were still wandering on his face, obviously attracted by those too familiar traces.

"Miss?"

Fortunately, Bishop Electra, who was standing by the side, felt something was wrong, and lightly touched the corner of Daly's clothes to change her back from the dream.

"I'm sorry, you're a bit like a friend of mine, I thought he was a detective..."

Daly quickly realized her rudeness, and didn't use "Daly style" when she spoke, she just explained it superficially.

"So, you are Mr. Auceptin. Your son was cursed by the devil, which brought bad luck to you and your family, and even attracted the attention of some lawless people, right?"

In order to divert her attention, Daly looked at Neville Auceptin on the side, and quickly repeated the information she had just learned.

"Yes ma'am, I think I may have indeed encountered some vicious curse, and thanks to Mr. Moriarty's advice, I was able to find out about it and come to the church for help."

While speaking, Neville Auceptin did not forget to glance at Klein, who had a serious face, and looked at his reaction.

No matter what he thinks in his heart, he needs to pretend to this gentleman that he desperately needs the help of the church, so that he can devote himself to the work of keeping himself safe.

Of course, he doesn't think it's a bad thing for the church to come to this muddy water. If a bishop with an official background can walk with him for a while, his safety may be more guaranteed.

Are there still lunatics who dare to trample on the majesty of the church?

"Really, it seems that you have made a wise choice on the advice of this Mr. Moriarty."

Daly glanced at Klein, who was putting sculptures on the side, intentionally or unintentionally, and hinted at Bishop Electra with his eyes that he should get out of the discussion with the Nighthawks just now and come to a decision.

"Considering that you are asking for help as a goddess believer, we as goddesses in this world should lend a helping hand to you."

"In order to confirm whether the devil is really trying to poison you, Ms. Daly Simone will personally confirm the safety of your son, so can you provide us some more convenience?"

As soon as the other party mentioned his youngest son, Neville Auceptin's excitement about getting another layer of security disappeared in an instant, but due to the church's attitude, after tangled up again and again, he nodded slowly. , agreeing to this proposal.

"Of course no problem, I'd love to have this Lady Daly help my son in the torment of the devil."

"Then please wait a moment. I need to prepare some small objects to expel the curse. After all, I can't appear in the hospital like this." Dai Li smiled, and her green eyes returned to their usual state of playfulness.

She walked back to the corridor behind her, and saw that Bishop Electra, who had planned to have a conversation with Neville, had to follow, with a faint worry in her eyes.

In the dark corridor, the bishop, who was no longer young, caught up with this "necromancer" who was also known as a "genius" with a high speed of promotion.

"Dali, are you sure you want to take charge of this mission?"

Originally, she was assigned to take charge of this seemingly innocuous task because of the impact of the Lanvus case on her some time ago.

"Of course, I've already missed my face from those two gentlemen, so there's no reason not to go there in person." Suddenly, the lady dressed in dark turned around, still with a light smile.

Although I have already prepared the draft, I heard Dai Li's answer, which itself did not involve the extraordinary Bishop Electra's mouth a few times. In the end, he couldn't say anything and could only watch the other party go deeper. rest room.

For bishops like them who are not on the front line, in many cases, they are unable to exhort their colleagues in the dark in a high-sounding manner as they did during missionary missions.

Under the gaze of Bishop Electra, Daly turned into her rest room, locked the door habitually, and began to take off her all black clothes neatly and put on a police officer who had hardly worn it a few times. uniform.

Dim lights cast down from overhead, and the drooping shadows matched with the looming blue eyeshadow, making her gloomy expression even more terrifying.

It's been known lately that Daly Simone was hysterical for failing to personally execute the killer of Tingen's squad leader.

But they don't know. Yes, the reason why Daly is really angry is because she accidentally discovered that a mysterious person with nightmare ability appeared in that operation, a wild Extraordinary who spontaneously helped the night watchman to surround and suppress the beast, but She passed by because her colleague considered that she might be in danger due to emotional problems during the mission, and this was the real reason for her anger.

After knowing the news, her inspiration fluctuated inexplicably. At the same time, there was always a voice in her heart that said, maybe it was Dunn, he survived. Although he may be in a special state, he survived after all.

Just like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving raft, this idea has deeply occupied Daly's mind since it appeared, making her eager to find the identity of that mysterious person.

But today, just now, she felt a sense of familiarity in that Moriarty detective, and at the same time her own spirituality resonated with that gentleman, or something about him.

Could he be Dunn in disguise?

The door of the rest room was gently pushed open, and Dai Li's eyes were a little blank, but soon, she returned to normal, stepping on the leather boots that came standard with the black and white police uniform, and walked firmly towards the direction of the prayer hall. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Although the questions in her mind have not yet been answered, due to the mission of the Nighthawk, Daly must also devote herself to possible extraordinary cases.

Whether he is Dunn or not, my inspiration will not be moved for no reason. Maybe the reason that Mr. Moriarty really touched me is because he has a "Gravedigger" seal on him. Woolen cloth!

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

Boom!

Thick clouds are densely covered in the low sky, entrenched in the sky above Bayam like a mountain. Tracy, who was walking down the street with her two "subordinates", felt something in her heart. She looked at the source of the thunder, and between In the direction of the mountain island, a group of cumulus clouds wrapped in majestic power, among which there are constantly flashing cumulus clouds hovering around the island, are trying to squeeze another cloud and rain group mixed with a little gray fog, faintly gaining the upper hand.

"'Sea King' Kotman is fighting against the sea gods believed by the natives?"

Although it is quite rare for the indigenous forces at sea to retain some influence after the invention of the steam engine by Emperor Roselle, the Rhosid Islands is one of these rare cases.

Although the so-called Sea God's power is not strong, at most it is a demigod with certain strength, but for some unknown reason, the Church of Storms has never been able to clear this force at sea. After every vigorous rectification, it appears again The Miracle of the Sea God will soon be able to gather another considerable force among the natives.

This strange phenomenon has not only become a scandal that the Church of Storms is reluctant to bring up, but a kind of speculation has gradually flowed out during the long tug-of-war process:

It's not that the Church of Storms is incapable of defeating the so-called Sea God head-on, but it simply cannot find the body of this indigenous god, as if he himself is just a shadow in history.

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