Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The closer winter is approaching, the more smoky the morning in Backlund is.

The doors and windows of No. 17 Minsk Street were closed. Klein, who had an early rest after returning home yesterday, walked in and out of the kitchen wearing an apron. He carefully placed the steaming crucible in his oversized cotton gloves on the dining table.

He looked at the tumbling tomato soup and only a little bit of beef with satisfaction, took the white bread prepared beforehand, and tried to shake it.

"Sure enough, using tomatoes for the soup base has more flavor than the ones out there."

This was the first time he had prepared food so carefully since he moved to Backlund. The rich meat aroma and tomato soup base dispelled the coldness of his body, making him feel as if he had just returned to the comfort of autumn.

Chewing the fluffy white bread in his mouth, Klein recalled the various explanations "mysterious" gave to the King of Angels last night, and was a little lost for a while.

Different from the usual way of direct communication, last night, I briefly explained that "Exceeding Sequence One, whether it is to accommodate uniqueness or swallow the characteristics of plural Sequence Ones, as long as you have not experienced the ceremony of becoming a god, you are the king of angels." After this concept, "Mystery" was reluctant to say a word, or even to explain too much about the eight beings that the name King of Angels originally referred to.

Even Klein's own guess, he just nodded to deal with it, reluctantly admitting that the eight kings of angels include the current three gods, Medici, and Ourorius.

There must be ghosts in it!

Klein angrily dipped another piece of bread in the tomato beef soup, and stuffed the beef into his mouth.

Intuition tells myself that the remaining three angel kings are the more critical figures.

After swallowing the food in his mouth, Klein looked sadly at the pale yellow field outside the window, his nose moved slightly, as if he had already smelled the pungent smell of coal ash.

But if "Mystery" didn't tell myself, before the Fifth Epoch, when the history was almost blank, it would be difficult for me to come across records related to the other three Kings of Angels.

It's not that he never thought of excavating similar histories through the "Sun" classmates from the City of Silver, which still has a large number of records. , It should also make the City of Silver lose a lot of inheritance.

If I ask the "mysterious" angel, Ambrosius, who has followed the "mysterious" since the second era, he must know many details about the king of angels, but without the command of his "lord", he may not necessarily will tell me.

Mr. Azik?

But with Mr. Azik, I should be dead now...

Will Auceptin?

If you contact the magician rashly, maybe something will change.

Klein's face collapsed, looking at the pots and pans that had been swept away in front of him, he became even more irritable for a while.

Apart from these big guys, what other channels does he have to learn about the dusty history?

pat, pat, pat...

The fingers tapped on the table, and the reddish skin of the bottomed cauldron was wrapped around the ground beef with the bones attached. If you didn't look carefully, it looked like a severed finger...

finger......

Klein, who was half lying on the table, slowly straightened up and touched his pocket with a strange expression.

The iron-black badge lay quietly in the palm of the hand, and the upside-down cross glowed with blood-red light, flickering quietly.

There seems to be another possibility...

"Mr. A, the real creator is the ancient sun god, and Ourorius, the king of the eight angels, is still following this evil...the true **** with some abnormal spirit."

Considering "Mystery"'s ally with the true creator, Klein decided to use a more appropriate name to refer to this dangerous existence.

Am I really going to visit the Aurora Society?

They are the murderers of the Tingen Massacre, the cultists who kill without blinking an eye, and the devils who create all kinds of suffering...

Looking at the mess on the dining table in front of him, Klein Moretti fell into contemplation.

......

dong dong dong.

In front of a villa in Queens, Klein looked around, and after confirming that no one was there, he knocked on the door, and the cane in his hand moved quickly.

click.

The tightly closed wooden door revealed a slit, and he kept looking out from his ordinary black pupils, scanning Klein's body up and down.

Forcibly resisting the other party's gaze that was definitely not normal, Klein reluctantly withdrew a smile.

"I'm sorry for not letting me know in advance, I'm here to visit Mr. A."

A little worried, Klein also took out the badge that exuded a "shepherd" atmosphere.

The pupils in the gap spread visibly to the naked eye, the almost closed wooden door was suddenly opened, and the thin hand that had been holding onto the corner of Klein's clothes pulled him in.

The owner of that hand was wearing a crumpled black and white dress, and his slightly haggard half-length hair was pinned back by faded hairpins, his eyes dodged.

"Master God is in the basement."

Klein looked at the faltering girl who couldn't speak properly, and the chain blade that had been unsheathed in his hand closed again calmly.

"thanks."

Unlike the well-trained waiters at the last party, this girl dressed as a handmaid kept her head down and took small steps, making people worried that she would not be bumped because she couldn't see the road. to something.

But luckily, the girl seemed to be very familiar with the layout here, and after a round of twists and turns, she led Klein to the secret door leading to the basement.

"Lord God Envoy is below."

"thanks."

Retracting his gaze from looking around, Klein thanked him again, and then walked straight down the stairs. The candles on the walls of the narrow passage lit up one after another.

Is this the usual camouflage of the Aurora Club?

This should be regarded as a relatively high-level stronghold. Those hiding in the shadows are estimated to be so-called "hermits", and members of the low sequence like that girl should be pretending to be ordinary servants and confuse people.

Before entering the house, Klein activated the "substitute" in his hand. Although the "hermit"'s ability to hide in the shadows is very concealed, from the special perspective of the spiritual body line, they are like in the dark night. Fireflies, a floating thread betrayed their position.

As for the girl who opened the door, her spirituality was not properly restrained, which was more common among some low-sequence Extraordinary who were not very successful in digesting potions.

If nothing else, she should have become an Extraordinary only recently and hadn't adapted yet.

Lightly tapping his cane, Klein looked around at the basement that had been transformed into a simple church, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, mixed with a little self-mockery.

The former night watchman turned out to be a cult visitor.

"Thank the Lord for your favor, Lord Voter, welcome your visit."

Different from the dress at the party, although Mr. A was still wearing a long robe at this time, the hood at the back of his head had been put down, and his face more beautiful than a woman was full of piety, his eyes slowly opened, and the blood-red eyes were full of piety. Instead of the madness that Klein expected, it was clear calm.

"Praise 'Mystery'."

A huge upside-down cross was inlaid on the wall. Facing the shrine exuding spiritual brilliance, Klein calmly patted his palm on his chest.

He must not be able to praise the true Creator.

"This place is different from what I imagined. I thought I needed an explanation before I could enter your stronghold."

After retracting the cane in his palm, Klein stood obliquely to the side to avoid staring at the true God of the Creator.

"I have already informed all the devout believers about the characteristics of the token in your hand, and when you stepped into this house, the Lord had already told me the gratifying news."

When it comes to faith, Mr. A closes his eyes again, and devoutly outlines an inverted cross on his chest.

He pointed to the doorway on the side of the chapel, "We shouldn't talk about chores before God's gaze, this is my room, please come with me."

After saying that, he took the lead in walking towards the dark place without the door panel, and fumbled with his arms inside, and a dim firelight ignited.

Klein, who followed closely behind, looked at this too simple room, and frowned slightly.

The flat concrete floor and the unadorned earth walls, hanging wall lamps, wooden single beds, a small table and a little bit of stationery and ink, this is the private room of this aurora envoy.

There is a villa above my head, but instead of living in the basement, those houses are empty, just like a medieval ascetic... Seeing that Mr. A brought a chair, Klein didn't push it, and just sat on it.

"Your Excellency Voter, I don't know what mission you want to entrust to me?"

Mr. A, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, looked directly at Klein with a low voice.

Looking at him with a serious face, as if he was ready to die at any time, combined with this difficult living environment, Klein felt that his impression of the Aurora Society was wrong for a while.

In church propaganda, UU reading www. In uukanshu.com and its own personal experience, it seems that the Aurora Club has always played a group of madmen who have lost their conscience, full of all kinds of scumbags and villains.

But now, just looking at Mr. A's pious and clear eyes and everything revealed in this house, he really felt a sense of detachment from reality.

"I just want to know about the truth... the history of the great creator in the third era."

Bearing in mind the truth that you can't just look at the appearance of things, Klein still asked what he was most concerned about first.

"Third era, do you mean the great 'Glorious Era'?"

He didn't seem to expect that Klein would ask such a question, and obvious surprise flashed on Mr. A's plain face.

There was sincere nostalgia in his eyes, and without waiting for Klein to respond, he used an extremely pious deepness to praise that piece of history that had been forgotten by the world.

"That was the great age when the Lord expelled evil, gave hope to all living beings, and brought sunshine back to the earth..."

"It was an era of extraordinary prosperity and prosperity for mankind."

"Under the light of the Lord, and under the just watch of the 'mysterious god', all the city-states unite and fraternity, work collectively, and share the resources of labor together."

"Those with power take the initiative to take on the mission of expelling darkness, and those with great love spread the faith of the Lord, no matter what race they have been enslaved by, no matter what kind of false **** they have been forced to believe in, people with different skin colors and different languages. All close as brothers, that is the golden age that every believer is committed to returning to..."

Crystal tears were left on both sides of his cold cheeks. Looking at Mr. A, who was already in fantasy with tears streaming down his face, Klein lowered his head silently and fell into contemplation.

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