Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Brother, what's up with those posted on the wall, I think the one I'm looking for looks pretty?"

Klein, dressed as a worker, raised his eyebrows stiffly, and quietly pushed out a few coins.

The bartender who was chatting with someone said, "Hey," Familiar put away the coins, grabbed the beer that wasn't very full, and pushed it to Klein's eyes.

"Is there a portrait of that woman, how do you know she's beautiful?"

He looked at Klein, the smile on the corner of his mouth was incomprehensible.

"You're not illiterate, aren't you all written on it?"

"Look for it if you're interested."

It's not easy to fool... Klein's stiff cheeks moved, he sipped the beer in front of him with a smile, and tried again:

"Isn't it very peaceful recently..."

Saying that, he silently performed an illusion, took out an ordinary coin, disguised it as a gold coin, and stuffed it into the bartender's hand.

I caught a glimpse of a familiar golden bartender smiling implicitly, keeping Loen's good tradition and lowering his voice as if unintentionally.

"Anyway, you should treat that woman as a big shot. Our boss is just making deals with people."

Doing business with people... Hehe, that sounds pretty good.

To be a little brother to others is to be a little brother to others. According to your logic, I have worked with the goddess before... Klein pretended not to hear that the other party was defending his boss and the gang behind him. A smile, then under the cover of illusion, squeezed into the crowd, circled a few times, and returned to his position.

He used illusion to disguise his appearance just now, and the residual effect of "Magician" illusion was enough to last on the coin for more than ten minutes. When the bartender found out, he and old Kohler had already left and didn't know where to go. .

"Sir, where do you want to go soon?"

Klein had only left for a while. Old Kohler had eaten only one piece of white bread on the table. As for the beef stew, he didn't move.

"Do you know where the gangsters who walk the wanted list usually operate?"

Klein pushed the pot of potatoes and beef in front of Old Kohler, while he continued to taste the coffee.

Some flattered old Kohler carefully swallowed his saliva, tangled for a while before answering:

"Mr. Moriarty, I probably know where those gangsters are usually, but if they know you're a reporter..."

"I'm just doing some research, don't worry, nothing will happen." Klein smiled slightly, and the coin that appeared in his hand turned around for a week and landed smoothly in the palm of his hand.

reverse...

He has already divination, it will not be dangerous.

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

Chorwood, inside a house.

Maric, whose vest was covered in dust, suppressed the madness in his eyes, and only took a breath after knowing that the "Crimson Moon Crown" he was wearing was still calm.

He carefully closed the door, then looked at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, and said in a bad tone:

"Jakes may have known about Caspers' relationship with us."

"Before they just discovered our stronghold in the Brave Bar, but they didn't necessarily know the specific relationship between us and Caspers, but now that this old guy has run by, sooner or later Jakes will be able to follow him in Brave. Find us from the traces left by the slasher's bar."

Sharon in a complicated black dress slowly showed her own colors in the air and landed on the high stool next to her, as if she had no weight.

For the Sequence Four of the same pathway, Sharon and Maric have almost no backhand ability, and as "indulgences", they also know what kind of ability the other party has. Sharon knows that Maric's analysis is basically true, if you don't consider other things factor, it was only a matter of time before Jakes discovered them through Caspers.

"Even if you kill him, nothing will change."

After thinking for a while, Miss Wraith said softly.

Alien species can wake up dead corpses in Sequence Six, and after being promoted to "Wraith", they can be closely connected to the spiritual world in a spiritual state. As a demigod, it is not difficult for Jakes to find clues from a corpse.

"Then we can only leave Backlund."

After a short silence, Maric, whose expression became increasingly irritable, scratched his hair and let out a long breath.

Since the fall of that Highness, they have left their hometowns from the highland kingdom in the southern continent and fled all the way to Loen. They managed to gain a firm foothold and hide in the capital of all cities with a huge population base.

Now to embark on the journey of escape again, he neither wants nor sees much hope.

Along the way, the "moderation faction" fell apart, and under the aggressive pursuit of the "indulgence faction", there may be only the two of them left.

Sitting on the high stool, with her palm resting on her cheek, Sharon pondered her companion's proposal, her pure light blue eyes stared at the vantage point, and said word by word:

"We can look for help."

"Sherlock Moriarty?" Maric, who had previously felt the inexplicable trust between the two, immediately asked back.

Sharon nodded slightly.

"He's also hiding some secrets."

"But he is in the middle sequence." Maric didn't give in at all. Although there was still a strong malice brewing in his eyes, the madness was much less, and more of it belonged to rational clarity.

"Although I also know that he hides some secrets and may be backed by a secret organization, he has no reason to help us fight a demigod, and we can't afford to deal with a demigod now."

Sharon, whose face is delicate and not human-like, rolled her eyes, "No need to deal with it."

She adhered to the concept of "temperance" as always, and the concise answer left Maric at a loss.

"His copper whistle is very high-ranking."

Copper whistle?

Maric was stunned for a moment, recalling that because of the item that seemed to be extremely attractive to the undead, his brows knitted together unconsciously.

What does this have to do with copper whistle?

Sharon on the high stool did not answer. Maric recalled the characteristics of the copper whistle, and his frowning eyes suddenly relaxed.

"Do you mean to confuse Geras' divination with the help of the high status of that copper whistle, thus causing him to misjudge?"

If so, there may be other effects... Maric sighed with relief and added a sentence in his heart.

High-rank items contaminated with necromancy can not only be used to interfere with divination, but even make Jakes mistakenly believe that they have joined the "Spiritual Religion" and other sects that master the way of necromancy.

"This is indeed a good method." Seeing that Sharon did not refute, Maric nodded, and immediately asked another question.

"Then how did we borrow that copper whistle?"

He didn't think Sherlock Moriarty would lend it to him... Thinking of this, Maric glanced at Sharon, who was as cold and calm as a puppet, and let out an inexplicable sigh.

"It's very close to Minsk Street."

That is, we will come to visit... Maric suddenly felt a little bored, scratched his head severely, and then walked to the room where the sedative was stored.

But now, he is not so worried about Jakes who has arrived in Backlund.

.........

"This is the area controlled by those gangsters on the docks?"

Klein smacked his tongue as he looked at the residential area that was formed of uneven houses with different styles.

Contrary to what he imagined, although it is called the pier gangster, a considerable part of the area they control is in the residential area of ​​​​the East District.

"They are mainly in these two streets and the dock port near the bar just now."

Listening to Old Kohler's answer, Klein asked back:

"They only control the port we saw just now?"

Old Kohler looked around carefully and whispered:

"Actually, they only controlled a part of the port just now, and the people in the army there are more talkative."

Klein nodded ignorantly, and made a sound of "as expected".

Just like supporting Kapin through MI9 before, other high-level officials of the kingdom can also use similar means to secretly support the gangsters. The royal family can do things regardless of their status, and the underground officials and the military will definitely be less pressured to do it.

Seeing that Klein seemed to be thinking, Old Kohler, who was standing beside him, was a little uneasy. The cold wind blew through the wrinkles on his face, causing him a little pain.

The arrest warrants for Miss Sharon and Maric only appeared here, and they should not be the same person behind the arrest of Mr. Azik. The demigod from the "Sexual Sect" or another member should be hunting them. , as for those who want to find the trace of Mr. Azik...

Heh, a demigod who is probably only a Sequence Four actively pursues an angel. Unless it is a ritual request, it can only be because he is suffering from depression and wants to experience the warmth of the underworld... Klein rolled his eyes. Looking back at the old Kohler, who was sniffling from the cold.

"Well, don't worry, I'm just strolling around."

"I want to see the real situation under the control of the gangsters in the East District. You can just take me around."

Saying that, Klein looked around the street where only children and women were passing through, and finally his eyes fell on the women who were arguing.

The women seemed to have caught a thief, but the thief who reached the woman's waist shrank his head and put his hands on it, silently accepting the hospitality of the thick wooden sticks from the starched clothes.

In Spirit Vision, Klein couldn't help frowning when he saw that the thief's breath was getting weaker.

"Those people are pulp washers?"

Old Kohler followed his gaze, pinched his nose, and said:

"Yes, they are all from this street." The unemployed worker also saw the thief being beaten.

He looks no more than ten years old at most, and his body is still not more than the waist of the tallest female worker because of long-term lack of nutrition, stunted growth, and even his body is not straight.

"That child doesn't seem to be physically strong enough for them to beat him like this." Under Klein's spiritual vision, although the breath of the thief was weak, the women who were beating him each exuded an unnatural glow. All spirits in the same location emit varying degrees of unhealthy light.

Years of work in a humid environment have caused irreversible damage to their bodies, which is why Klein didn't act rashly even when he saw that child's breath was getting weaker.

He couldn't tell what was the right thing to do.

"Hey, there's a female worker there that I happen to know. The thief is about the same age as her youngest daughter." Old Kohler, who was also watching from the sidelines, may have been used to seeing similar scenes, and he didn't have much emotion, just lamented.

He knew that these female workers were unwilling to take their lives on their backs. They just wanted to vent after catching the thieves, to relieve the pressure of life and the disasters that would follow at any time due to unmanageable property.

Of course, as for how the thief will be punished by the gang behind him after being taught a lesson by them, will he be riddled with injuries, starve to death or die of illness in a corner, or has he threw himself back into the washing tub and wet clothes The **** that constitutes them will think about it.

They didn't kill people anyway.

"enough."

Old Kohler was still lamenting, but suddenly he heard Mr. Moriarty raising his voice behind him, stopped the woman who was beating the thief, and strode over.

In the chaos, a group of female workers suddenly stopped, and a few women who mistakenly thought that the police or the gangsters behind the thieves were coming, turned their heads and ran away. For a while, only two women with sallow faces and stern faces were still standing there. He held the thick wooden stick in his hand tightly.

"Is this your man?"

The widow that old Kohler mentioned just now raised the stick aggressively, like an angry female orangutan, trying to use her aura to make Klein back down.

"No, just hit him again, and he may die." Klein shook his head calmly, holding the chain-blade cane wrapped in sackcloth under his arm, and gently supported the thief who was paralyzed on the ground with both hands.

This is a big boy with gray eyes, but at this time, the viscous blood left on his forehead has covered the brilliance of his eyes. Only his chapped and sandy lips kept saying thank you.

The two ladies who thought it was the gang provoking things looked at Klein's behavior and were a little surprised for a while.

They have lived in the Eastern District for so many years, and no one has ever bothered with this kind of business, not even the police.

Old Kohler ran hurriedly from behind, shouting.

"Liv, this gentleman is not a gangster... no."

He took a few breaths, and then continued to say to the female starch worker he knew:

"This gentleman just happened to be passing by me."

The starch washer named Liv looked at Old Kohler in surprise, and after holding it for a long time, she murmured:

"Old Kohler! Shouldn't you be at the dock now?"

"Have you found a job?"

Seeing the acquaintance in front of him who was clearly surprised with joy, Kohler's cheek suddenly twitched, and a bit of bitterness appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to defend himself.

"I'm a reporter, and I hired old Kohler to be my guide." Klein, who had already helped the thief up and checked that there was nothing serious, said in a low voice.

"reporter?"

This time, it wasn't just Liv, but another female starch worker also repeated in surprise, with a hint of restraint and a little bit of inferiority on her face.

Although they often heard that a reporter was secretly investigating the East District, they had never encountered it personally.

The old Kohler on the side opened his mouth a few times, his eyes wandered, and finally nodded sullenly, suppressing the loneliness at the corner of his mouth, squeezed out a smile and said:

"Yes, it is for the good sir, and I am guiding him now."

The tense atmosphere dissipated. Klein, who put the chain-blade cane back in his left hand, glanced around silently. The thief just now had disappeared.

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