Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"I have a hunch that this key will be your key to facing danger in the future."

The gray fog drifted under the palace dome, and "Mystery" placed his elbow on the armrest of the "The Fool"'s high-back chair. His eyes were blurred and he looked into the distance. The crimson stars flickered suddenly, but it was difficult to attract his attention.

"Hey, what a gut-wrenching rhetoric!"

"If each of them has the consciousness of breaking the boat and the courage to take risks, and each of them is like a saint, then we will be invincible long ago!"

At the bottom of the long bronze table, in the position of "World", a blue-black figure slumped on the stone chair, with a golden light flickering in the right eye socket.

"Zhou Mingrui, do you believe this kind of words?"

He held a slender finger between his light-adhesive fingers, took a light breath at the position where his lips should be, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Am I wrong?" "Mystery" frowned, his eyes still distracted, "If we can choose the optimal solution instead of continuing meaningless internal friction, maybe we can really find a way to break the game."

The crimson stars flickering next to the first position became more frequent, and the hazy light shone on "Mysterious" cheeks, dyed a crimson.

"Then why are you mixed up like this now? As the first angel who initially grasped the source quality, he has only been able to accommodate the uniqueness until now, and has not really been promoted to God?"

The blue and black shadow moved his limbs, and the surrounding gray mist gathered towards him against gravity, condensing into a robe.

He waved his wide gray-white sleeves, and the corners of his mouth with vague facial features smiled faintly.

"One thing to say, in fact, you don't have to be a **** yourself, do you?"

His thoughtless words stuck in the "mysterious" heart, and the magnificent giant's palace was silent for a while.

"You're right, there just needs to be someone here to become the 'Master of Mysteries'. That person doesn't have to be me, but it definitely can't be you."

"Mystery" let out a long breath, his chin raised firmly, his chest heaving.

"Why can't it be me?" The blue-black figure really didn't understand the reason behind it, he slowly exhaled the final smoke, and waved his hand in front of him.

"We've been together for so long, haven't you figured out my temper, I don't care about those little things on the ground at all."

"Mystery" stared at him silently, and his sharp gaze made him feel a little guilty.

"Okay, okay, I admit that sometimes I do tease a few little guys occasionally, but in my jokes, there are only a few unfortunate deaths, not even as many as they died in their own infighting."

The gray-white wide sleeves waved lazily, and the blue-black figure stretched his hands somewhat exaggeratedly, making an innocent movement.

Seeing that "Mystery" did not continue to answer, he paused and took the initiative to pick up the topic just now.

"Then you tell me, if you don't take this position, I can't continue to do my old job, then who is qualified?"

"Your little nephew? That dreamer named by half-ass God? Or..."

The voice of the blue-black figure suddenly became low, and the aura of the whole person changed suddenly, and the spirituality around him surged with his tone, ebb and flow.

"Or Zaratul?"

The crimson stars flickering next to the head of the long bronze table finally burst open, and a three-headed giant dragon is crawling in a half-destroyed temple. Threads and Eyes without Pupils, and even further afield, are similar to elven buildings, but with many more wonderful architectural styles with more precise details.

"Great Lord, I pray for your blessing, and your servant Loholid prays to continue to dedicate your strength to you..."

The angry voices of the three dragon urns echoed in the palace, and "Mystery" stared at the gray-white robe opposite, with a little more golden lines, which were gradually dipping into the dark figure, and the voice calmly said:

"Look for the remaining survivors, spread my name, and I will protect you from the real contamination."

The peaceful words were wrapped in spirituality, and following the attraction of the crimson stars, they were thrown into the illusory picture.

Loholid, who was crawling piously in the dilapidated temple, visibly trembled, and the youngest-looking head even left tears of excitement.

"Little Zarath, what qualifications does he have to participate in the battle for the ownership of Origin Castle?"

"Mystery" didn't care about the next reaction of the three giant dragons, his bloodless lips parted slightly, and his voice was much lower.

After he fell asleep, little Zarath used Roselle, who had not yet been deeply involved in the world, to steal from the Church of Steam the notes that Antikes made when he had not yet surrendered, and smeared on Mount Hornakis, leaning against the The loophole created by the spiritual brand in the Extraordinary characteristics of Tianzun Diamond barely stole a Sequence One characteristic and was successfully promoted.

As a result, it took him more than 200 years to stabilize his state, and he was infiltrated into a sieve by Tianzun... "Mystery" looked at Tianzun who didn't know which personality mask to use to talk to him, and he was happy. sneered.

"So your choice is your little nephew? It can't be the one that has been held in the hands of the fallen, right?"

The Venerable Heavenly Venerate, who was wearing a black-ground gold-patterned robe and his right bong on the table, nodded his head, and his face, which could only be seen clearly by the blurred monocle, was directed at "secret".

"They're not very suitable." "Mystery" rejected the question of Tianzun, even if he was confirming, he was convincing himself, "Amon is naturally disadvantaged in the situation against you, Bethel is basically a death-defying right now. state......"

The corners of Tianzun's mouth twitched slightly.

"Then you mean the 'half body' that you left the Origin Castle to you?"

He patted the armrest of the "World" seat lightly.

"Mystery", who was sitting at the top, was stunned for a while, and his eyes were subconsciously cast downward, and his vision was connected to his moving avatar in reality.

At the heart of Klein's spirit body, a curled worm slowly stretched out its body. It turned its head spiritually, and could see the colors of the outside world through Klein's perspective.

A museum with a very large area was standing in front of him, and his swaying eyes kept staying on a promotional poster and a billboard on the side. It seemed that Klein was reading the announcement of the museum's recent activities.

"He, is not mature enough... I didn't realize that I was such an immature person..." "Mystery" hesitated.

He has no need to hide. Although it seems to be a question-and-answer method, the two of them are very familiar with each other's ideas. The strong mental will entanglement almost makes the two think in the same way. Now this formalized communication , for "Mystery" itself, it is better to say that he is sorting out his thoughts.

"In that case, several candidates don't quite meet your standards, why don't you go on your own?"

Changing to a posture that doesn't make much sense to me, but looks more comfortable, Tianzun's tone of voice has risen a lot.

He welcomed the realization of "mystery" without fear, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more exaggerated.

Heh... The raised hand of "Mystery" gently dropped, and the dark black shadow entrenched on the seat of "World" suddenly exploded, wisps of blue and black and the large group of gray and white scattered.

Under the dome that was billowing with mist, the silence that seemed to be still resumed, and the "mysterious" body suddenly relaxed, leaning gently against the cold chair behind him.

Although Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun's chattering continued in his mind, after all, his eyes were much cleaner.

He was going to sleep again.

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

"From 9:00 am to 6:00 pm, this exhibition is a touring exhibition in Ruen, Intis, and Lumberg. A city will only stay for three days..."

Klein read the enlarged words on the announcement, and raised the cane in his hand thoughtfully.

Since the Extraordinary gathering held at the medical school last time, he has been thinking about the exhibition of Emperor Roselle.

If these posters and propaganda don't exaggerate the fact, then I will have the opportunity to get a lot of Roselle's diary, and maybe see some wonderful inventions about his "original".

Well, the latter is probably useless, but the former, what if the treasure is overwhelmed here?

Anyway, apart from myself, there should be few people who can read Roselle's diary anymore. Although the Steam Church may have mastered a lot of Roselle's inheritance, they should also be unable to translate Chinese and have not been able to obtain the information hidden in the diary. the value of.

After all, it is different from Loen and Feysac. Even the ancient Hermes and ancient Feysac, which have the power of mysticism, are similar to our English. They are all phonetic characters, not like Chinese. Hieroglyphics, almost impossible to decipher without basis.

Klein pondered the probability that he would be able to miss out from the exhibition, and explored the structure of the museum according to the order of visits.

This is the largest naturalist in the Loen Kingdom. Even if the Roselle exhibition is not held now, there are a large number of precious artworks from the northern and southern continents, and even many sculptures and paintings from the Quaternary period.

However, there are still more antiques from the Southern Continent and Sea Island Civilizations, but Loen's own country is rare.

I heard that most of the ancient collections in Loen are owned by the nobles and the rich. The cultural relics preserved in the hands of their foundations and various archaeological organizations under their control are no less than the collections of museums, or even more.

As he walked, Klein suddenly stopped in front of a showcase of gold artwork.

Through the glass barrier, he looked at the bracelet with fine patterns on its body. Under the conditioned reflexes that the history students had cultivated over the years, he subconsciously translated the Elvish words engraved on the inside of the bracelet into Rune language.

"Storm and thunder are far less than the distance split by time itself."

He looked at the label on the side, and his brows quickly wrinkled and calmed down.

The above text states that this is a funerary item unearthed in a elf ruin on the Sunia Sea.

But the elves are generally keen to praise the sea and the storm, and rarely do they have a greater intention than these two in their own poetry, in order to set off their beliefs are far more powerful than other gods.

At least that's what Klein Moretti studied when he was a college student... Klein was about to shake his head when he noticed the word time.

In other words, the era when this bracelet was made was already after the fall of the Elf King, and it was a period when "mystery" blessed the remaining forces of the Elf tribe?

Judging from the contents of some holy books presented in that diary, the elves should still believe in "mystery" until today.

It's a pity that I can't take out this bracelet and directly take it to ask "mystery"... Although I haven't really learned that history, at most I just inherited the learning results from Klein's original memory.

But as a curious young man in the 21st century, Zhou Mingrui has always belonged to the part that is keen to pursue the truth of history, otherwise he would not have become a glorious keyboard powerhouse in his previous life.

Although this bracelet is engraved with Elvish language, the spirituality contained in it is very thin. If Klein really risked stealing it, it would only make Sherlock Moriarty really look like a criminal closer, and then The next day, Sheriff Fasin could lead a team to arrest him.

He shook his head and continued walking.

The world is so big, it is enough to have a lot to see.

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

Backlund, West End, Green Park Street.

Looking at his son, who had returned to normal, and even his spirit was no longer sluggish, Mr. Logo, who followed Hugh to find out about his son's recent actions, was very happy, and immediately handed over the reward to the detectives and bounty hunters he hired, and put Hugh and Fors stayed alone.

"Thank you Miss Wall, I didn't expect you to be an expert in psychological enlightenment..."

Listening to Mr. Logo's enthusiastic compliment, Fors lightly smiled and smiled, and lazily reached out and pressed the extra reward.

After using the power of the ritual to disperse the undead residue on Yator's body~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Fors quickly came up with a script beside him.

Afterwards, the young master had just woken up and was still in a state of confusion, when he was frightened and deceived by Forsi, who was holding the script, and asked about the truth.

In fact, I just used some little tricks to extinguish the ghost fire in front of him, but he didn't expect him to think that I was a Beyonder master even more powerful than his teacher... Fors glanced at Atelu's direction, can not help but shook his head slightly.

How good is his teacher, can he be even worse than a Sequence Nine?

"...Miss Dilcha, do you remember what I said just now in my private conversation with you?"

After a while of compliment, the smiling Mr. Logo suddenly sank.

He glanced behind him, and the old butler named Hank took away the young master and left the living room to Mr. Logo and the two young ladies.

What to say when talking alone?

Forsi looked at his friend beside him strangely, frowning slightly.

"Are you sure you want to do that again? Adol is back to normal now."

Xio used his right hand to manage his stubborn messy blonde hair, a little puzzled.

"They can scare my son like this, they can take him to the cemetery to desecrate the body for the first time, and they can happily deceive him for the second time!" There was not much warmth on Mr. Logo's face. With a sneer, he made a fist with his right hand and smashed it lightly on the table.

"If my own son hadn't been deceived by them, I would have reported the incident to the police."

He let out a long sigh of relief, and his voice became even deeper.

"Anyway, I hope you can help me educate this desecrated corpse, and at least keep him away from my son."

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