Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The crimson in front of him slowly dissipated. He rubbed his forehead with his right hand and gently swept away the remaining severe pain. Forsi swayed and stood up, saluting the top leader based on his memory:

"You saved my life again, Mr. Fool."

As she said that, she opened her eyes and looked at the thick gray fog blocking Mr. Fool, and couldn't help being a little surprised.

Although at the usual Tarot conference, Mr. Fool would use a thick gray fog to block his true appearance, or perhaps that layer of gray fog itself is a special way to obscure the eyes. It is known that an image that is easy for ordinary people to accept, after all, an existence that has reached the level of a true **** is not necessarily a humanoid creature.

"do not worry about it."

Leaning on the back, the pale body still had pollution deposits of blue and black "secret" Dan Dan responded, making the gray fog in front of him a little thicker without any trace.

Forsi stood dumbfounded for a while, and Forsi, who didn't wait until Mr. Fool's next post, was a little embarrassed. His eyes flickered to the sides. After a little tangle, his light blue eyes looked at The Fool's reaction. Carefully sit back in the seat.

If it wasn't for the fact that this place was above the gray fog, she would rather lie down at this moment so that her tormented brain could have enough rest.

If you give me a glass of wine at this time, or cold sweet iced tea, that's fine.... Of course, a little more expensive coffee is also good, such as the coffee from Southville...

In the giant palace-like palace with the main theme of silence, Forsi's eyes were empty, sitting daydreaming, his hands habitually grabbed the table, and came across a somewhat familiar touch.

For the rest of her life, her thoughts had completely slipped out of control, and she began to create a new document in her mind. The writer lady who was about to conceive the story hooked her fingers, took advantage of the situation and grasped the hard piece, and took a sip to her mouth very skillfully.

It is really good coffee, and the temperature is also very good. I also added ice cubes. I feel that my brain is not so painful now... The irritating coldness infected my lips, and the dream come true, the writer lady suddenly froze. At the same place, the slow and dull eyes moved down a little bit, and finally stopped on the cup of coffee that appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the most satisfying iced coffee you can remember."

Mr. Fool's soft and soothing voice gently slipped into his ears, and the young lady writer, whose child hole began to tremble, was like a clockwork, her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably, and her rather stiff whole body turned to gray with her **** as the center. "The Fool" behind the fog.

This cup of coffee was prepared by Mr. Fool?

Forsi, who began to wonder if he had died in the horror ravings, now all this is just a phantom in the kingdom of the **** of steam and machinery, his eyes were dull, and his movements could not help but become restrained.

Is Mr. Fool finally going to devour my soul, and will he be punished if he sees other gods in the kingdom of God... Forsi's head is full of incoherent thoughts. The climax took a while, only to find that the palace with thin gray fog was still calm. Mr. Fool did not take away his soul in the next moment, and the **** of steam and machinery did not smash the illusion and impose divine punishment. Ice coffee The chill that emerges still stimulates his lips, and even its mellow fragrance has conquered his taste buds.

Taking another sip of coffee, Forsi, who was sure that nothing had happened, gradually put down his guard, peeked at the silent **** at the top, and spit a bubble in the coffee.

......

Holding the warm coffee in his hands, Klein, who used this warmth to resist the coldness of Backlund's early winter, was a little surprised.

"The Dock Gang nearly caught Caspers?"

In the hotel room where the doors and windows were closed and the curtains covered the moonlight, Maric, who had not recovered from the sedative, slumped on the chair, speaking weakly.

"He was greedy for the bar business, didn't follow Sharon's and I's advice, only contacted a few trusted bartenders in the bar, thinking that nothing would happen, and swaggeringly moved back, if it wasn't for Jakes, who happened to be not nearby, you can join tomorrow. During the Extraordinary Party, you should have heard that he himself hanged from the bar beam."

Hearing Maric's explanation, Klein silently shook his head.

If according to his habit, knowing that there is a demigod-level enemy chasing after him, he may not contact the acquaintances in the bar. in case the emergency.

"Jakes, does that demigod have the habit of squatting?"

Now that Sharon and Maric have been reconnected, Klein doesn't really care that the contact point of the Brave Bar is destroyed. He is more concerned about whether tomorrow's Beyonder gathering will be affected.

The "Werewolf" feature that he had obtained before has not been shot, and at this week's Tarot Conference, because of the little "Sun", he has not found a suitable opportunity.

No matter whether Jakes set up an ambush near the bar or not, and after he left the Backlund's aura, the "Wolfman" characteristic would not be able to take down the gray fog...

"Probably not. Although the 'indulgences' are crazy enough, it doesn't mean they can't think." The listless Maric thought for a while.

"Although the party you attended was of a low level, and most of them were wild Extraordinary who had no contact with the government, if there was a big news about a dozen Extraordinary beings dying at the same time in Backlund, other wild Extraordinaries who heard the wind would The attackers will only put themselves at risk, thinking that this is a signal of official action, which will lead to greater chaos."

Maric stood up with some effort, took out a metal jug from his arms, and poured two sips into his mouth.

"If Jakes is really reckless and causes such trouble for the three major churches that are in anger, he may directly face the pursuit of the three demigods, and he will not do that."

Also, there is a difference between a demigod and a demigod. Although they also have the support of the true gods, the "Rose School" is like the "Aurora Society". Be more careful... After a little thought, Klein accepted Maric's statement.

"Then what are you going to do next, leave Backlund, or continue to deal with Jakes under the pressure created by the official church?"

Finally, Klein asked the question he cared about the most.

Using the spirits to dispel the fatigue of the sedative, Maric, who had regained some strength, frowned, and his chest that was constantly heaving up and down with the entanglement in his heart.

"We will not leave Backlund."

Sharon, who had disappeared, resurfaced on a higher table, and her ice-crystal-like light blue eyes returned to life.

Glancing at Maric, who nodded in agreement, she motioned to her companion to explain on her behalf:

"Backlund's huge population base is a natural cover, and the intricate forces of official and secret organizations can also contain Jakes to a certain extent." Maric said his opinion, his eyebrows were still slightly wrinkled, and he was obviously still a little hesitant.

"But again, the will of these forces is not controllable. Although the current form is conducive to us hiding, the initiative is not in our own hands."

And both are "Xenogeneic" pathways. In the eyes of the church, both "indulgences" and "modernists" are pagans, and they are all objects that must be eliminated... Klein silently completed Maric's In the second half, he nodded solemnly.

"I can offer some help if needed."

He took out a pen and paper from his pocket, scribbled down his contact information with Yun En, and gave a code that was enough to gain Yun En's trust, and handed it to Maric.

"This is the contact information of one of my assistants, you can contact me through him."

When he and Yin En went to the Braves bar for the first time, Caspers knew about their relationship, and it would not affect anything if he took the initiative to hand over Yin En's contact information.

Looking at the few lines on the note, Maric hesitated, but he quickly adjusted his state and pondered:

"thank you for your help."

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

Inside a mansion in the Western District of Backlund.

The damp control left traces on the weeds in the corners under the breeze blowing in from nowhere, the old-style building replaced the original basement space, and the candles flickering with blue flames were neatly arranged and distributed in the corridors. both sides.

Under the guidance of Baron Kasimi, Emlyn moved forward along this passage, and finally came to a closed black coffin.

"Come in, grandfather is waiting for you."

Baron Kasimi, who appeared to be in his thirties but had actually experienced more than two hundred years, pointed to the space behind the hollow arch and raised his chin.

I'm about to meet a marquis... Unprecedented tension weighed on Emlyn. He subconsciously checked his dress again, and after confirming that there was no gaffe, he straightened his back step by step and approached. The black coffin was as heavy as black iron and covered with many symbols and magical signs.

After Kasimi Odra, who was standing under the arch, reported, a deep and old voice slowly came from the coffin:

"Emlyn White, do you know why I summoned you?"

"Respected Lord Nibais, I think you intend to expel the psychological cues from me." Emlyn recalled the drafts he had rehearsed countless times in the past few days, and responded after a pause.

Because he was afraid of unnecessary conflicts between the species and the Mother Earth Church, he once told the priest that Lord Nibes had summoned him.

Although the priest said that he would not hinder Emlyn from finding a way to remove the psychological suggestion, Emlyn couldn't help but speculate on the worst outcome, and he devised several sets of words in the past few days.

It's a pity that Moriarty guy didn't come to church recently, otherwise a despicable guy like him will definitely find a better solution...Emlyn, who lacks friends, can't even find someone to communicate with .

Emlyn's slightly feminine voice still reverberated in the basement, and the Marquis of the Blood Race in the coffin was silent for a while, before dragging his voice and laughing:

"This is one of the purposes, but it's just an additional reward for the success of the mission I said next."

Without waiting for Emlyn to show interest, the deep old voice said to himself:

"Some big things happened in mysticism before, and the first ancestor gave an oracle for this, giving revelation to every member of the blood family above the earl."

"Ancestor? She, she has recovered?"

This time, not only Emlyn, but Kasimi, who was standing under the arch, also shouted excitedly, breaking the solemn silence in the basement.

"No, not yet, but the First Ancestor has already announced the omens of her return, and she wants us to prepare for this at an important time when the end is coming, and complete the key to her revelation."

Nibais deliberately paused, and then slowly said in a provocative tone:

"Emlyn White, you are one of the keys mentioned in the revelation."

"what!"

Ignoring his grandson's stupidity and fuss, Nibais raised his voice and continued:

"As a vampire who remembers the glory of history, you should be familiar with the mysterious existence of an ancient sun **** before the cataclysm."

Nibais is still continuing, his ears are buzzing, and Emlyn, who no longer receives any information from the outside world, stares dully at the ground, only one sentence keeps repeating in his mind.

"The ancestor chose me, and I am the key to the end?"

"Emlyn White, are you willing to bear the weight of this honor?"

ah? Another raised deep voice awakened Emlyn, who was addicted to his own small world. He raised his eyes in a daze, but maintained the pride that the ancestors should have, and raised his chin slightly, neither humble nor arrogant. Facing the coffin in front of him.

"Master Nibes?"

The marquis in the coffin suddenly fell into silence, silently seeing that, Emlyn felt that a gaze cast from the darkness seemed to be looking at him in a very complicated way. After a while, the marquis continued:

"I hope you can find an opportunity to pray to the 'God of Mysteries', or rather, to her new identity..."

"The Fool prays."

......

"Grandfather, was Emlyn really chosen by the first ancestor?" After sending Emlyn away in a hurry, Kasimi, who finally didn't have to bear the arrogant and stinky face of "I am the first ancestor voter", hurried back to the ground.

He looked at his grandfather's coffin and asked in amazement.

"Idiot! Emlyn White doesn't even have a title, why did the ancestor regard him as the key?"

Nibais' reprimand came mercilessly, and Kasimi, who had not been treated in such a tone by his grandfather for a long time, was relieved.

He smoothed his chest and adjusted his breathing. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com asked respectfully in a calm tone that was no longer the same as before:

"Then why do you say that, and let him think that he is the first ancestor."

The black coffin vibrated gently, and the marquis who was sleeping in it gave a smile.

"What kind of **** do you think the 'Mysterious God' is?"

"As a being with the most bizarre abilities, she did not have a large-scale belief in the second era. Many beliefs in her life were worshipped because of fear. They called that 'King of a Thousand Faces' and 'Fate Player' , 'The Gate of Deep Space', these are the names that are still recorded in ethnic literature."

"Faced with such an existence, how can I trick Emlyn White into obediently reciting that honorable name if I don't have enough reason?"

Kasimi nodded in hindsight. After nodding and thinking, he seemed to have thought of something. He frowned slightly in doubt and said:

"But didn't that one fall asleep at the end of the Fourth Epoch?"

"And I don't seem to have seen that existence called 'The Fool', and the honorary name you just gave to Emlyn White doesn't seem to be the one in the record."

Facing his grandson's question, Nibais smiled lightly.

"That's the honorific name that the Aurora Society recently promoted in the mutant teachings of the Eastern District."

"If the 'God of Mysteries' is still sleeping, this honorable name must be faked, but if she has awakened, or she has broken through the limit if she is out of control."

"Isn't it a good deal to test the state of a mythical creature with the life of an ordinary blood race?"

"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"

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Today's condition is much better. After tomorrow's two subjects, there is basically only open book left.

In the end, I still ask for a monthly pass and recommendation. I'm going to go and endorse it.