Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

On the edge of Scanatos Island in the Sonia Sea, Angelboda, who is nearly three meters tall, looks at the calm sea in the distance. On the milky white sea, except for the endless thin mist, there are only flying fish. Can't circle with white gulls.

She recalled Amon's last words just now, and the joy of returning to her childhood home recently was washed away a lot.

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"The pollution of the 'Mysterious God'."

Hearing Amon's vague sigh, Angelboda's broad feet trembled subconsciously, and a little pile of dirt was rubbed out of the wet lawn.

The disappointment in his eyes disappeared, and Amon pushed the monocle in his right eye, re-pinch the smile that lacked warmth just now, as if unintentionally:

"By the way, how did you get back to this island?"

Amon smiled as he watched the "God of Mysteries" who was driven out of Scanatos by the "God of Mysteries" who had changed his temperament after he became an adult. The little puppet town that once belonged to Zhou Mingrui should not have known the exact coordinates of this island. Angelboda.

He looked at the female giant whose body was suddenly tense, trying to avoid the problem. He kept the smile just now, clenched his right hand into a fist, and lightly knocked on the monocle.

"Although I don't hate guessing, I still update the answers that others have sent me, and I don't need to do it myself."

Angelboda couldn't help but take two steps back.

Amon, who still smiled, seemed to have not seen all this, and said to himself:

"I remember in the Fourth Epoch, the members of the Antigonus family tended to be the least secretive."

"They are like their family master's close puppets, dead and rigid, like the necromancers ruled by Salinger, brainless and lacking in thinking. Every time I parasitized members of their family at that time, I would feel very disadvantaged."

"After all, these half-breeds are not like the 'thieves' of Jacob and Zoroaster's family. Although they are not professional, they at least maintain enough awe of curiosity in their minds."

Amon seemed to have no clue of recalling the past, but the smile on the corner of his mouth calmed down little by little.

"Actually, what I regret most is that I didn't have the opportunity to parasitize the little guys in the Abraham family. After all, Bethel is always keen to protect those blood relatives, and always takes the problem to himself, even... "

"The Lord personally sent me back." Angelboda, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly interrupted Amon, bowed his head, and tossed the braid behind him.

Amon looked sideways at the demigod who was shaking slightly, and the joy in his tone faded a little.

"So, he didn't act like he did, he could only be trapped on the top of Hornages."

Even though he had been promoted to "Ferryman" for hundreds of years, he still felt the ice-cold Angelber squirming his dry lips and shook his head blankly.

"I do not know."

The index finger of his right hand tapped the underside of the monocle, and Amonruo especially counted the few strands of hair scattered on Angelboda's forehead.

"I met the spiritual world creatures dominated by the Lord in the spiritual world, and then I came here."

Under the gaze of the King of Angels, Angelboda roughly recounted what happened to her that day, and the pressure that Amon deliberately created made her ignore the holy emblem that was still flashing on her chest.

The dull voice of the female giant gradually disappeared. Standing in front of the beach chair, Amon, who was thoughtfully admiring the waves in the distance, suddenly hummed, turned his right eye with a monocle, and patted loosely while laughing. holding hands.

"Not bad."

He took a step forward with his left foot, stole the distance between this place and the edge of the coast, and even brought Angelboda on the side back to the reef beach that was constantly washed by the waves.

The broken black hair on the top of his head was already dry. Amon put on the ancient mage hat that matched with the black robe on his body, and then adjusted the monocle on his right eye, and then said with a low smile:

"I have a hunch that some of the recent existences in the astral world, and according to the paranoid, those who are already on the edge of the stage of the times, will make more or less small moves."

"It may not be safe on the mainland recently."

Angel Boda looked at the King of Angels who just wanted to remind him with a little surprise, and it was difficult to distinguish the other party's true intentions.

Ignoring the mist-covered seawater in front of him, Amon stepped forward slowly, and the thin pitch-black figure was visibly submerged into the illusion.

The gray-white mist is like a shark smelling blood in the deep sea, frantically biting at the "half mistake", and bizarrely lost and reversed, and gradually bite each other, forming a closed loop connected end to end.

At the last moment when the figure disappeared, Amon turned his thin profile face, his right eye blocked by the monocle looked at the blue and black behind him, and the smile on the corner of his mouth finally revealed a touch of truth.

"Actually, I have no way to parasitize you."

"At least it's not that easy."

The sea waves in the distance are still the same, the clear water holding a piece of foam swayed through the vortex of fog condensation, and the thin pitch black has long disappeared.

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

Backlund, Backlund Bridge District.

Away from the east side, only layers of short grass swayed in the unrepaired garden, and the accumulated coal ash floating in the sky stubbornly adhered to the slender blades of grass, and it looked gray from a distance.

In the well-decorated townhouse, Klein carefully took out a piece of clothing that had obviously not had time to starch from the bedroom closet on the second floor through his gloves, and turned to look behind.

"It can be confirmed that this lady should have run away from the trust deposited here after receiving the news of Patrick Jason's death."

"Can the pendulum divination find her?" Dunn, who had no defenses on his back, closed the blood-stained vanity mirror on the ground and raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"If the other party doesn't prepare for anti-divination, there's probably no problem." Klein familiarly untied the citrine pendulum on his wrist, his lips moved, and the silent pendulum swayed suddenly, pointing in one direction with difficulty but firmness.

After doing all this, he looked up at Dunn, and caught a glimpse of the inexplicable stun behind the other's glasses.

"Very well, let's determine the location first, at least who kidnapped this lady." Looking away from the spirit pendulum, without explaining the gaffe, Dunn nodded calmly, and immediately picked up the cane he was carrying with him. , confirmed the gun pouch under his arm, and strode out of the room.

Driven by the opponent's neat movements, Klein, who subconsciously followed the footsteps, took a few steps to the front, and then he recovered.

Feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, the inspiration in his mind became clearer, but Klein became more and more puzzled, but he couldn't tell where the strong sense of familiarity came from.

In the strange atmosphere, Klein, who kept his spirit pendulum spinning, walked in front, and consciously relaxed his guard on his back a lot.

The two stepped onto the hired carriage parked outside the house. In the silent carriage, there was only the muffled sound of the wheels and the noise outside the window, as well as the voice of Klein reminding the driver from time to time because of the pendulum steering, and nothing else.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, the surroundings of the Backlund Bridge were in a complicated state of liveliness and dead silence. There were tall chimneys standing, and the steam freighter that appeared recently was pulling its whistle and drilling across the bridge every once in a while. , On the bridge connected by the twin towers, all kinds of carriages hurried past, and on both sides, and even in more streets, the owner's house and the "sleep" bar were taken away by the factory. So easy that even the newsboy and the thief could only shake their heads when they saw it.

Not far away, the messy and bloated figures in the Eastern District gradually moved away, and the pale yellow smoke could no longer obstruct the vision of the two Beyonders.

Dunn, who was silent all the way, extinguished the cigarette at his fingertips, stretched his hand out of the window as usual, and looked at Klein, who was still concentrating on identifying the direction of the pendulum.

Looking at this unfamiliar but familiar figure, he made some moves for a while, taking advantage of the other person's inattentiveness, carefully wiping the soot that did not exist between his two fingers.

"Further on to the Chorwood district."

Still focusing on the spirit pendulum that is constantly correcting its position, Klein said in a low voice:

"I can probably guess who those people are."

Ignoring the slightly surprised Dunn, Klein knocked on the front partition that communicated with the driver, amplifying his voice.

"Do you know Mr. Cappin's house?"

The coachman who was distracted driving the carriage hurriedly concentrated and said with a little surprise:

"Sir, are you also here to visit Mr. Cappin?"

Klein and Dunn looked at each other and continued:

"Why do you say me too?"

The driver chuckled. "You don't know. Recently, people come here from the east side. Now everyone in sports cars knows the home of Mr. Cappin, the richest man."

The dry records in the detective's notebook in memory appeared line by line, and Klein, whose facial muscles were stiff, slowly raised the corner of his mouth and put away the pendulum that was still shaking.

"Then I'll trouble you. After all, this is my first visit to Mr. Cappin."

The carriage slowly moved forward, and in the distance, a luxurious villa with vast lawns and gardens, fountains, and sculptures squeezed into the greasy windows.

......

At noon, even at home, Kapin, who was wearing a formal bow tie, squinted slightly, pretending to be serious and listening to the report of the subordinate in front of him.

"Has it been delivered today?"

"Yes, boss, all of them have been delivered to the newly built warehouse at that dock."

"Isn't it being seen?" Kapin took a deep breath of the air mixed with the scent of expensive perfume, and his fat body twisted uncomfortably.

"No." The sturdy subordinate shook his head firmly.

Although he has been an accomplice of Kapin for many years, he is still afraid of the ruthless gang leader, not to mention that he has recently received the support of some big people.

Quietly glanced to the side, seeing that the middle-aged and elderly gentleman dressed as a housekeeper still had a serious face, Kapin breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone also relaxed a lot.

"Odes, remember to call Mr. in the future, and the illiterate people in the underground, tell them that there is no boss now, only Mr.

"Yes, sir." Odes jerked up and shouted loudly.

Capin, who was satisfied with his vanity, smiled and waved off the subordinate, and the fat on his face trembled.

After Odes walked out of the luxuriously decorated living room, the mafia boss who was just now pretentiously cleared his throat, and then pulled out a few pale yellow sheets from the table where Odes was standing just now like a conjuration. 's list.

"Mr. Heras, there will be more orders in a few days. I think it should be able to make up for the loss of Golden Rose."

The middle-aged gentleman called Heras glanced over coldly, the white hair on his head reflecting the sunlight outside the window.

"It's just making up for the previous losses."

"Yes." Capin nodded flatteringly, "But there are still a few similar orders in the future. I think even that gentleman should be satisfied."

Heras stared hard at Cappin's eyes, his thin, slender lips grinned stiffly.

"You feel satisfied?"

Kapin still had a flattering ugly smile, rubbed his fat hand on his forehead a few times, and hurriedly handed over a few lists.

"It's no use to my satisfaction... Mr. Heras, these are anonymous payments."

He hinted at the list without a specific signature.

Rubbing the unique pressed print on the list, Heras nodded slowly, but the expression on his face was not soft.

"Remember to be safe, sir, you don't want to see an accident like the golden rose."

After all, the retro-dressed gentleman turned and walked towards another door that was different from where Odes left, and disappeared behind the wall.

Kapin, whose clothes were wet with cold sweat, restrained himself from sighing in relief, and after a while, the flattery and fear were no longer visible on his fat face, and he leisurely smoked the cigar that had been prepared on the side, and the smoke gradually rose. I didn't notice that the light in the living room seemed to be a little brighter.

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Exquisite marble sculptures are placed around the fountain. Horses and carriages are passing by on the street in front of UU reading www.uukanshu.com. There are also a few men with low-voltage hats, collars and peaked caps. The exposed brown skin reveals the identity of plateau people. walk by.

Klein, whose whole body was hidden in the natural shadows created by illusions and bushes, listened to the rushing water, his inspiration moved slightly, and he looked at the rippling shadow beneath his feet.

In the small darkness, the bookish figure of Louis Evans was filled with the original colors, the shadows that were squirming around like mucus dispersed, and the real "darkness" also indented into the young gentleman's body little by little.

Sure enough, it was the secret power cultivated by the Church of the Goddess. I don't know if it was Sequence Five or another mid-sequence master who had mastered some kind of special sealed artifact... Klein activated the "substitute" in his right hand and confirmed that no one was paying attention to this cramped corner. , lowered his voice and said:

"are you sure?"

Dunn, whose face was obviously gloomy, nodded slowly and took off the white bone ring worn on his left middle finger—this is a magical item made using the characteristics of the "hermit" of the Aurora Society.

"The lady herself should have just been sent to a warehouse in the East Wharf, but the money stored by Patrick Jason is still here. I have seen the few that have been embezzled by my client."

He glanced at Klein thoughtfully, and continued:

"And I found that this Mr. Carpin seems to have some channels of human smuggling."

The muscles on his face were stiff, and Klein, who couldn't see much emotion, didn't answer. He turned to look into the distance and counted the dark threads. After a while, he said something that was confusing. .

"Thirty-nine, Mr. Evans, it doesn't take thirty-nine lives for a 'serial killer' to digest the potion, right?"

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