Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Let me guess, this should be the suggestion of the 'mysterious' god?"

The cards in Will Auceptin's hand flipped quickly, and the child's clear eyes hid the precipitation belonging to time.

It was obvious that he could still pretend to be a child just now, so why is he starting to ask the question now... Klein slowly took his eyes out of Daly and sighed softly:

"Actually, He just told me about the entanglement between you and Ourorius, and then left the decision to me."

"He said that if I want to cooperate with you, this is the best choice, and it is a guarantee for both of us."

Of course, Klein wouldn't tell the whole story, so he deliberately blurred his relationship with "Mystery" in his words.

"It's like his style..." Will Auceptin nodded slightly, his stubby fingers flipped flexibly, and a tower card fell onto the sheet.

On the painted card surface, the white tower was struck by lightning, and a figure fell from the top, waiting for him to see the deep darkness at the bottom.

"As a qualified Diviner, you shouldn't need me to explain the meaning of this card to you, right?" Will Auceptin asked sideways.

The tower card, implying an impending disaster or change?

Klein wasn't sure what the other party meant, but nodded anyway.

"Of course, I can read the results of Tarot divination myself."

The tower card on the sheets was taken back, and Will moved his sore body after sitting for a long time, and then lay back in his bed.

"It's easy to say that you understand, in short, I agree to your additional requirements, and the content of my entrustment to you remains unchanged. My father's matter will be resolved within a day, and after that, we will all look forward to the moment of fate. ."

Saying that, he didn't give Klein a chance to react, and the psychedelic feeling that filled the entire room instantly dissipated, the rich color patches melted into the air, and Dai Li, who had empty eyes, also regained consciousness little by little.

Her pupils refocused, and a smile quickly spread across her face. With a light smile, she said to Will, who was lying in the bed with a tired face:

"Thank you for your cooperation, we will drive away those devils soon."

"Thank you, sister..."

Although there was a person in the middle, Klein still had a panoramic view of Will's expression. Seeing his pitiful appearance, the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally.

A **** who loves to act...

On the hospital bed, Daly, who didn't know what happened just now, took out another potion from her pocket, and gently shook it in front of Will Auceptin's nose a few times. He got up and fell asleep within seconds.

"Oh, the ventilation in the ward here is really bad. After coaxing the child, I feel dazed. It's like I'm halfway through the work. Instead of being excited, I'm sleepy." After doing all this, Dai Li put away her props and casually tucked the broken hair from her forehead behind her ears, as if casually speaking to Klein behind her.

Although she doubted Sherlock Moriarty's true identity, she still put the identity of the Nighthawk first, abide by the rules, and included Klein in the sphere of influence when arranging the hypnosis ceremony.

This may have been a difficult task for her in the "psychic" period, but since she was promoted to "necromancer", she has been able to complete multi-line operations by using spirit bodies.

After all, if it is as he guessed, no matter what Sherlock Moriarty's identity is, he will recognize his true identity in church, which is certainly not an extraordinary exposure.

But if you really just haven't been able to get rid of the bubble of the old days, and the so-called familiarity is really just an illusion, wouldn't it break the rule of not involving ordinary people if you don't care to cover up the extraordinary in front of the other party?

"Perhaps, I also felt a little dizzy just now. I really don't know how this poor child survived." Klein ignored the unhealthy part of the other party's words and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose as usual.

If it was the captain, he might try to change the subject with an embarrassed face at this time... He thought a little divergently.

The plain white curtains behind her fluttered in the wind, Dai Li's eyes sank, and she stopped joking.

"Okay, we need to be optimistic about Mr. Auceptin now, and accompany him to the West Velas Field. My colleagues will handle the rest."

She didn't say exactly which aspect at the same time.

"As you wish, ma'am." Klein was as good as he was, but in exchange for another sharp look, he was stunned.

Am I doing something wrong again?

He paused for a while, then followed Dai Li out of the ward after a while, the plain white curtains still fluttering in the wind behind him.

......

On the street outside the hospital, watching the carriage belonging to Auceptin's family go away, the coachman who saw two gentlemen and a police lady standing by the road just now, who thought he could take the order, sighed a little melancholy. .

"Keep up with the carriage ahead."

Suddenly, he turned his head sharply, only to find that a gentleman in a burgundy coat had already sat in his carriage, thinking that he had handed a five-pound note.

When did he come up?

The coachman took the banknotes in a daze, and the urge to ask questions and the lovely mimeographed scent of gold pound confronted him for only a second, and the reality of making money brought the useless gossip to his mind.

who cares!

"Sit down, sir!" The unshaven coachman swung his whip vigorously, and the horses who were standing lazily on the street neighed in dissatisfaction and strode forward.

Dunn, who was sitting in the carriage, slowly leaned against the back of the chair, not only covering his face with his palms.

"What the **** am I doing..."

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

A light rain with a little temperature enveloped the whole generous city, and three ladies with different styles walked briskly in the disorganized alleys with buildings of various colors on both sides, not paying any attention to the mud on the ground.

Tracy, who was walking at the forefront, held a piece of paper tightly in her hand. The irregular burrs had been completely soaked, and the ink on it had spread around, and the original handwriting was almost invisible.

This was the information Tracy had received before, from the spy she had arranged here.

Just now, when Poseidon confronted "Sea King" Coltman, the fleet that had essentially been abandoned by her had been destroyed by the Church of the Storm's Punisher, and now the only remaining ship she had was hiding in the rebels. The flagship of the port - the Black Death.

God-killing storm followers! What kind of stimulation did they get? They have been chasing and killing their fleet since they first became pirate generals. After the Loen military attacked the pirate conference, these reckless men at sea also heard the news like sharks who had seen blood. Come, keep chasing her fleet.

Do they have nothing else to do?

He even chased me for a Sequence Five all the way from the Sea of ​​Fury to the Sea of ​​Sunia!

If I hadn't just become a pirate general and urgently needed to establish a connection with the King of the Five Seas, I might as well not participate in this pirate conference!

Tracy grew angrier the more she thought about it.

She couldn't understand why she was being hunted down by the Church of the Storm.

"Captain, don't we take a break?" In the rainy weather, the maid, who was also dressed in a robe, turned her head sideways, and carefully suggested to Tracy's side.

They have hardly stopped since they left the Black Death, and they have been wandering in this city that is jointly supported by various forces.

"Even if it's you, you should take a break..." In order to make her words more convincing, she resisted the strong disgust in her eyes, and pointed to another person who was closely following Tracy. lady.

In the cloudy rain, Elaine, whose face was mostly covered by the cloak, was pale. Although the "arsonist" potion had strengthened her physical fitness, running around for a day still inevitably left a faint circle under her eyelids. black.

"Okay..." Seeing the haggard appearance of "lover", Tracy was about to let go, but when she thought of the warning her mother's messenger gave her and everything that broke out not long after receiving the secret letter, she felt Still had to be ruthless, forcing himself to look away:

"No, we're going to hold on for at least another hour."

Now it's almost the time agreed in the mother's secret letter. As long as you meet with your mother, it doesn't matter how long you can rest.

"Don't insist, how about going back to the church with me to rest now?"

Boom!

In the sky shrouded in cumulonimbus clouds, a flash of lightning pierced the sky, and above the narrow alley, a lady with blonde hair and blue eyes was looking down at the slightly embarrassed three people, with a slight sneer on Peugeot's face.

"you again?"

The colorless silk thread spreads centered on herself~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Tracy subconsciously blocked in front of her two companions. Lodi, the resentment in his eyes almost overflowed.

This guy has been chasing him since he was still in the Sea of ​​Fury. He has killed nearly ten Beyonder crew members including one of his third mates, and there are two ships destroyed in her hands.

"Actually, you should feel lucky. At least we are willing to accept prisoners compared to the punishers here."

Lily Melody, who was floating in the air, put away her smile. There seemed to be flashes of electric light between the ends of her hair blowing in the wind behind her. It defied the laws of nature and fluttered up and around. , the tail of the long hair was dyed a little dark blue.

"Go to the 'experimenter' underground? Then I might as well die." After a brief panic, Tracy regained her level-headed composure. The terrifying plague was mixed in the air. She raised her arm lightly, several frost spears. They were ready, most of them pointed in the air, but two of them pointed to the corner of the alley behind them.

Boom!

The light and shadow of lightning once again illuminated the dim sky, and Elaine and the maid, who looked equally dignified, were inspired, and subconsciously looked in the direction where Tracy was distracted and alert.

In the air pierced by the raindrops, a figure with gray hair appeared little by little. The robe on his body was embroidered with patterns of storms and waves, and even though it was raining, it did not drip.

The blood-red eyes of Fernando Connors, the ascetic monk of the Church of Storms who had just quit "psychological invisibility", suddenly became darker, and a gust of wind roared around him, and the electric light gathered in front of him.

"Tracy the Witch of Disease, in the name of God, I declare that you have been arrested."

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