Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"I'm a private investigator, and of course I need to be paid."

Maric stared at Klein in a daze, the maliciousness in his eyes subsided a little, his mouth opened helplessly, hopefully in Sharon's direction, only the indifferent Sharon blinked.

"Can."

A big question mark appeared above his head.

"But..." he stirred with his hands, "he..."

"His strength is not bad, and with Beyonder items, he can reach the level of the middle sequence."

Obviously, that day, Klein's head, Rosago, left a deep impression on this "Wraithful" lady.

Not to mention that there may be a mysterious organization standing behind him...

"what do you need?"

What do I need?

Miss, I need too much... Klein is thinking about what he needs most recently.

He does not lack the recipe for the next sequence, nor does he lack items that can be registered at a critical moment.

But he lacks a way to complement his shortcomings, lack of companions, and lack of assistance that can help him revenge in the future.

Since he has rejected the help of "Mystery", he must rely entirely on his own strength on the way to seek revenge against Ince Zangwill alone.

This is not only because of the stubbornness in his heart that he is unwilling to rely on "mystery" for everything, but also the final farewell to the identity of Klein Moretti, the former Nighthawk, and the return to the captain.

"I hope to obtain more complete knowledge of mysticism, the more secretive one."

He played with the head of the chain-blade cane and nodded again.

"Or the same help in the future."

"We happen to have some knowledge in the field of occultism, such as the "Book of Karaman" by the Witch King of Karaman."

Seeing that the deal was basically completed, Maric didn't hide it, and gave his bargaining chip.

He didn't really want to interact too much with someone he didn't know well.

The Witch King of Karaman?

Is "Wizard King" a certain sequence, or is it an honorific title similar to "Founder of the Nation", I don't know much about the history of the Southern Continent... Klein nodded slightly.

"Can."

"But I still need who the enemy you are fighting against, and what level they are at, to determine whether the reward is reasonable."

At the same time, I also need to weigh what kind of items I need to use... He silently completed what he had not finished in his mind.

The delicate-looking Sharon nodded lightly and agreed with Klein's words.

"One is the same 'Wraith' as ​​me, the other is a 'living corpse' who is similar to Maric but in better condition, and there is a 'Wolfman', a variant of Sequence Seven."

Her body became transparent again and floated up a little bit.

"You should know about these sequences."

To be honest, I don't actually understand... Klein suddenly regretted the knowledge he showed in the basement that day.

At that time, he saw the "secret" sculpture was too gaffe, and Miss Sharon must have seen some clues and misjudged that there was a mysterious organization behind her.

Maybe it really is a secret organization... Thinking of "Mystery" and his angels, Klein felt that this guess was reasonable for a while.

"I understand roughly."

"This remuneration is fairly reasonable and there is no problem."

On the surface, the configurations on both sides are almost the same, they are all a combination of Sequence Five, Sequence Six, and Sequence Seven, and the Beyonder items on Klein must be more diverse and flexible.

However, he was still a little surprised. Are the "Rose School" people without brains?

Even the Aurora Society will not assign a combination with a similar configuration to confront the enemy head-on.

Seemingly seeing his doubts, Maric on the side took the initiative to explain:

"There may still be a demigod, but a lot of things have happened in Backlund recently. MI9 is ​​nervous, and he can only wander around in a short time."

"At the same time, they also hold a Sealed Artifact that restrains us, which is trickier."

Sealed artifact that restrains "different species"?

"It's about the moon." Sharon added briefly.

"I need to know more detailed information." Klein pondered for a while. "Of course, I will also answer some of your questions in exchange for this information."

Maric and Sharon looked at each other, and finally the pale "living corpse" turned his head reluctantly.

"How much do you know about the 'Rose School'?"

"I don't know much, I just have a partial understanding of 'Xenogeneic'." Klein replied calmly.

Maric loosened the buttons on his neckline, exposing his neck to the bleak autumn air of Backlund.

"The 'Rose School' believes in the 'Bound God', and is divided into two factions who believe in temperance and indulgence, and we happen to be the believers of temperance that are on the decline."

"Different from the indulgences that have become the mainstream now under the protection of angels, the temperance sects will not be able to restrain their inner impulses due to the influence of the Sequence Eight 'madman' during the full moon, that is, when their spirituality is at their strongest, and will take part of our energy away. , against the malice within ourselves, so in this case, we have a natural disadvantage relative to those disgusting indulgences.”

"And that Sealed Artifact can create an effect similar to a full moon?" Based on his own experience, Klein boldly guessed.

Maric glanced at him, nodded, and continued:

"Yes, not only that, but it can also make those who are more powerful in a way, they don't need brains after all."

As he said that, he sneered unabashedly, causing Sharon to stare at him.

It seems that this is also a kind of restraint, restraint on emotions... Klein looked at their small movements, and covered the palm of his hand on the head of the stick.

"The body is the cage of the mind, and the world is the cage of the body." Sharon's cold voice seemed to come from afar. Seeing Klein's puzzled eyes, she added another sentence.

"That's what we believe in."

To put it simply, a standard purist believer... Klein slowly exhaled.

"I don't have any questions, it's your time to ask."

Sharon, who was floating in the air, got closer, her azure blue eyes were clear and transparent.

"At the meeting of the Psychological Alchemy Society that day, why did Mr. A help you out?"

Her figure became more and more transparent, and it seemed that she would rush into Klein's eyes in the next moment, grabbing Klein's control over himself just like controlling a corpse.

I met Mr. A that day. Did she see it?

Klein leaned back in surprise, ignoring Maric, who was suddenly alert, and smiled again.

Sure enough, Miss Sharon was the d'Artagnan who changed her face at every party.

"The organization behind me has had some cooperation with the Aurora Society."

This is not a lie, after all, "Mystery" did maintain an alliance with the true creator, but the current "The Fool" does not accept this account.

In other words, "The Fool" played by Klein is deliberately avoiding "Mystery", the mad ally.

"it is good."

Sharon nodded lightly, her translucent body floated back again, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com no longer asked.

Maric glanced at Sharon with a complicated look, and moved slightly in the opposite direction to Klein.

"Cough, signed this notary."

He handed over a folded piece of paper, opened it carefully, and pointed to the space vacated by the mysterious pattern.

"You have to promise not to betray us and not to reveal what you just heard."

The intricate patterns took up most of the paper. Unlike what Klein had seen in Detective Zeriel and the Church of Steam, this "notarization certificate" seemed to be more advanced and was not a one-time item. Written in advance, but may be specified in accordance with the oath of the signatory, as the case may be.

Klein made a general inspection, put his thumb on the blank, and repeated Maric's request just now.

A warm current swept across the body, the mysterious lines on the pale yellow paper glowed with golden light, and finally a "sun" logo appeared in the blank.

Retracting the paper, Maric nodded, and then greeted Caspars, who was driving ahead, to stop at the intersection.

"Well, can I hitch a ride?" Klein smiled and shrugged.

"It's not far from the Backlund Bridge."

Maric was obviously not happy and rejected him with a cold face.

"But I moved, and now I live on Minsk Street." Klein glanced at Sharon across from him, and immediately added, "Number 17."

Seeing that Sharon didn't respond, Maric lowered his head as if appointed, and said in a not very friendly tone:

"Where do you want to go?"

When the two met, Klein took out the shiny gold coin and tossed it high.

Looking at the portrait with clear details in the palm of his hand, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"circus."

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