Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Has your chief ever mentioned the measures to deal with the exploration team?" Argel, whose doubts were rising, glanced cautiously at "The Fool" who was sitting at the top. Afterwards, he considered the question.

"Yes." Derrick the Sun nodded ignorantly, "The chief requires that after returning to the City of Silver, all team members participating in the exploration must be observed in isolation. Those who go deep into the temple like me may need to go underground. We will not be able to return to freedom until it is confirmed that there is no contamination."

Underground... Audrey instinctively felt that there was an unspeakable danger behind this simple word.

As the daughter of a powerful aristocrat, she is qualified to learn about the Beyonder prisons held by various churches and official Beyonder organizations. In the eyes of the Beyonders she contacts, it is recognized as **** on earth.

But "Sun" doesn't seem to have any additional psychological fluctuations. It seems to him that this is a decision that is taken for granted... "Justice" moved his lips slightly, and finally dismissed the idea of ​​asking questions.

"Is it an underground prison made of sealed objects?"

Alger, who was the most experienced and who knew the Beyonder prison best, frowned.

He didn't care about the life safety of "The Sun", nor did he worry about whether this member would be absent from Mr. Fool's gatherings due to the influence of the underground prison.

Except for another god, no mystical power can block the call of a sequence top.

If the "sun" is indeed contaminated with pollution, it will be difficult to contact a convenient place like the City of Silver... Thinking of this, Argel squeezed his clasped hands slightly.

Derrick looked up subconsciously, seeing that Mr. Fool still didn't express it, and felt a little uneasy.

"There are two God-level Sealed Artifacts preserved in the underground prison."

He tried hard to embody the "common sense" he had learned in the general education course, but because he lacked the experience of facing the dungeon, he could only show boring darkness and narrow corridors.

He only had one experience, when he got to know his parents firsthand.

"I only know that one of the god-level sealed items is called the 'crown of glory'. Legend has it that it is the crown of the giant king Ormir, which can release the dawn and purify evil."

God-level Sealed Artifact, the crown of an ancient god?

The name Olmir immediately reminded Hugh of the Ormir red wine that her father liked when she was a child, but her reason told her that it was different from being not known by everyone now, and was just used as a pure myth. Ermir is the ancient **** that really existed.

For a time, there was a shock of history coming to reality.

The so-called god-level should be the corresponding zero-level sealed artifact... But why did the chief just let the elder who was once suspected of believing in the evil **** by the "Sun" and the "Sun" who was hiding a secret follow him into the secret room?

Alger nodded slightly in thought at the same time, the worry hanging in his heart was much less, replaced by more doubts.

"Crown of Glory"?

The index finger of the palm resting on the long bronze table lifted lightly, and Klein, who was at the top, froze for a moment.

The City of Silver has actually mastered two zero-level sealed artifacts, which is more than that of many orthodox gods' parish cathedrals.

"Have you been in the City of Silver, or have you been special beside your chief?" In the gap between the sighs of everyone, Alger suddenly looked directly at the "sun" and asked sharply.

Derrick, who was suddenly embarrassed, opened his mouth, his eyes suddenly flashed elsewhere, and under the gaze of "The Hanged Man", he stumbled and said:

"I once prayed to Mr. Fool."

madness! This time, not only Alger, but even "Justice" and "Judgment" showed a little dissatisfaction, only a little distracted just now, and Forssi is developing whether the material of the ancient god's crown is writable or not. Obviously at a loss, as for the dummy "world", it is still dead and staring at the top master.

"That was the first time we explored the ruins of this city, and we encountered Loholid sitting under Mr. Fool on the way." "Sun" recalled the predicament at that time and felt a little wronged, "He grazing at least three or more Demigod-level puppets, and each of them can be separated from the body and fight independently."

"I called Mr. Fool's honorable name when the chief and Elder Lovia couldn't hold on."

"No one around noticed."

He is still too young, so he should actively admit his mistakes at this time... I don't know the situation very well, but I apologized to my friends. Forsi, who has already practiced the mature kneeling skills, shook his head.

"Don't worry, that elder Lovia is a believer of the true creator, and she will not be detrimental to the person marked by Mr. Fool." Seeing the atmosphere of the gathering becoming more serious, Klein quietly raised his finger, and the "World" at the bottom ' mechanically turned his head.

At the same time, he also seized this gap, turned back to the identity of "The Fool", and knocked on the table pretending to be relaxed, and hurriedly cleared the siege:

"do not worry about it."

The emotions around the long table gradually subsided, and Alger, who was not at all angry, withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, while Justice and Judgment, who were sitting opposite, still had a little worry in their eyes.

Alas, in the end, it was a bit off topic, or the overall level of the Tarot Club was too low, and the things discussed were often secretive, so this situation happened... Klein shook his head indiscernibly.

"Just here."

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

The drumbeat of the heart rhythmically drives the blood to transmit warmth, and the dazzling silver and white streaks far from the sky, connecting more vertical and horizontal to tear the dark sky.

Relying on a relatively flat stone, Derrick, who was dozing off, listened to the movements around him, and suddenly clenched his right palm on the hilt of the "Silent One's Longsword" and opened his eyes.

"There are still three hundred breaths to go. You woke up in time."

The dim red torches illuminated the messy silver-white beard, and the wrinkled old man with a face full of ravines picked up his weapon and took a few steps closer to Derrick.

"thanks."

In the face of the other party's concerns, Derrick, who was not good at speaking, just nodded in response, and then looked at the burning torch in the farthest distance. Following the light and the thorn-like lightning that flickered irregularly in the distance, he peeped into the darkness. The silhouette of the mountains in the middle of the Ming and annihilation.

"About another day, we will be able to return to the City of Silver." The old man holding a torch quietly walked behind Derrick, his cloudy eyes also looking at the general direction, and a cluster of flames danced in it.

The noise that more people woke up with was mixed with the sound of the wind. Derrick's hand holding the sword hilt tightened unconsciously, and suddenly his mouth felt dry.

"What's it like in the dungeon?"

He licked his lips uncomfortably, forcing himself to look at the direction the old man was standing.

My mother once said that this is the basic etiquette that should be observed when communicating with people.

"Dungeon..." The old man who was staring into the distance murmured softly, half of the dancing flames in his eyes went out.

He shook his head, pulled himself out of the dream that only he knew, and said with a sigh:

"It's the same as the house on the ground, except that there is no chance to see the light there. Under the power of the God-level Sealed Artifact, even if there is no light, monsters cannot appear, so most of the cells are unlit."

"Well, you should know that there are people who are contaminated or have problems themselves, so it may be noisy at night, but as long as you stay in your cell honestly, don't try to communicate, and ignore those other The people in the cell are generally fine."

Saying that, the old man turned his head to the side, looked at the crowd that had already started to form the group, and hurriedly added the fuel smeared on the torches.

He held the container of grease in one hand and lowered the torch in the other, his head with little flesh took the opportunity to look back, and the corners of his cracked mouth like an old tree evoked a small smile.

"Don't worry, child, the dungeon is actually not that scary, just treat it as normal isolation."

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

Backlund, five o'clock in the afternoon.

The exploded warehouse has not been cleaned up yet, scattered tiles are everywhere, and the steel bars twisted by the heat are stubbornly clinging to the ground, standing on the bare ground, and workers in shabby brown uniforms are as small as ants around it.

Since machines have replaced most of the traditional workshops, the working hours of textile workers have not shortened, but have risen again and again with the skill of avoiding labor laws one by one. A worker walks out of the factory gate.

The figure in a black double-breasted coat walked alone on the street filled with yellow mist, which seemed out of tune with the surroundings.

After finishing the Tarot Club, Klein took a short rest, then went to the subway station near Backlund Bridge, where Yin En used to be the contact point, and wrote down the meeting place in an hour.

After doing all this, he sat alone in the hired carriage, bypassed the edge of the East District, and directly entered the factory that belonged to the dock.

The warehouse where Cappin once held slaves is here.

Without making any more disguise, Klein, who was dressed in a formal dress, just brought his forged press card, and as a journalist, he approached the ruins of the warehouse surrounded by the Eastern District police and the gang. Before the fierce big men drove him away, he imprinted the actual situation in the warehouse ruins in his mind.

The workers hired by the police are mainly concentrated on the outside of the warehouse to clean up the collapsed steel frame structure on the ground, while the area near the underground part is controlled by the gang... But there are two Beyonders who can't see the sequence clearly, although Made a certain camouflage, but the position and behavior are not like a gang member... Is this someone from MI9?

Klein seemed to be casually avoiding the newsboys running on the street and the unemployed workers who were sitting by the side of the road, holding a wooden sign in his arms, waiting for the foreman to choose. A tavern filled with the pungent smell of alcohol.

This kind of pubs that specialize in inferior beers are scattered all over the East District. They refer to the business model of the pubs in the sea city, do not pursue the taste of alcoholic varieties, and put the alcohol content in the first place, but they are well received.

It's just that these taverns are generally controlled by various gangs. Except for some of them for bounty hunters, they have basically become gathering places for gangs.

Klein looked at the filthy hall shrouded in dim yellow lights, walked to the bar familiarly, and took a glass of wine from the bartender, without causing any suspicion or commotion.

If I don't consider the existence of other Beyonders, with the illusion of "Magician", I basically don't need to think about changing the disguise.

Taking a symbolic sip of beer, Klein leaned on his side and squeezed toward the edge of the tavern, a wine table occupied by a thin figure in a tattered coat.

"Good evening, Yoon Eun."

The big boy touched his face, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

"Good evening, Detective Moriarty."

After learning of Kapin's death, he faintly realized something, moved out of his original residence overnight, spent several nights under a bridge full of unemployed workers, and did not get enough rest at all.

"I saw something in the papers recently."

Klein pulled away the squeaky wooden chair, pushed the beer mug elsewhere, looked at the big boy who was asking a question, and pulled out the chocolate with irregular edges from his arms.

"Is it the rogue 'Dark Emperor'?"

"That's really going too far. I heard that the police have begun to make great efforts recently, and even alarmed MI9."

Hearing the word "Dark Emperor", the drunken man behind Klein turned his head blankly, without waiting for Yin En to ask, grinned:

"That's a good guy, I've heard Cappin's a **** who buys and sells women!"

Klein kept smiling and nodded slightly.

"He's a bastard, but the police are really angry, so angry that they recently hired some bounty hunters and vowed to find out who made the house in Chorwood unsafe."

Hire a bounty hunter?

The poor-looking Yin En was just stunned for a moment, and then he understood what Klein meant, and pinched white marks in his hands holding the tattered cloth bag.

"Then Detective Moriarty, what do we do next?" Yin En's eyes wandered.

"Do you still remember that notebook?" Klein was silent for a while, holding the inferior beer on the side, the pungent alcohol smell made his nose clear.

"It's the one you gave me the last time you lived, the one at the flea market."

Yin En rummaged through the corners of his memory, his eyes went from blank to firm. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"I'm going to give that notebook to a friend of mine." Klein put down the glass.

Detective Moriarty planning to draw police attention to Cappin's nemesis?

Yin En thought about the possibility of this idea and nodded secretly.

Kapin arbitrarily kidnapped girls in the East District. Not only many workers whose families were broken and their wives were separated because of this, hated him, but also touched the interests of many gangster groups. Many small gangsters lost their credibility among the workers because of this. If not before With the help of Beyonders, Kapin was powerless to resist, and now there will definitely be more gang fights in the Eastern District.

"Then, what do you need me to do?" The more he felt that this idea was effective, Yin En praised him without forgetting his own job, looked around, and asked cautiously.

Looking at the thin big boy in front of him, Klein moved his stiffened face, trying his best to make his smile more natural.

"No, I think my friend will sort this out. What you need now is your own safety."

"If you want, you can live in the Backlund Bridge area, and I will provide rent to help you build a reliable house."

He was talking about the apartment of Mr. Agron. Although this gentleman is also a member of MI9, he is alienated from the group and has a certain sense of justice.

Hearing Klein's promise, Yin En was stunned for a rare moment. He hurriedly turned his head, and after a while, he led the topic away.

"By the way, Detective Moriarty, I've heard some strange news recently."

"The gangsters in the East End seem to be looking for a university professor."

"It seems to be called Azik Eggers."

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