Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Backlund, at No. 66 Dalton Street, North District.

Forsi, who was sitting on the easy chair, had her upper body upright, her eyes looking straight ahead, her hands folded on her knees, and she couldn't see her usual lazy style at all.

On the other high-back chair beside her, Xio with short rough hair was also sitting upright. Against the backdrop of the huge high-back chair, her already petite body looked extra miniature, her legs dangling in mid-air and unable to touch the ground.

Looking closely, these two Beyonders with enough experience to be called rich are trembling at the moment, whether they are the cynical "apprentice" or the "arbiter" of Megatron's side, they all seem to be treated strangely at the moment The influence, as if he had lost his ability to act, was firmly bound in place.

"Why are you so nervous? Now you can explain the origin of that 'bracelet' to me." Ambrosius, who was wearing a white robe with gold rims, casually picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip.

Forsi on the easy chair, like a lamb named by the **** of death, shuddered suddenly, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a slightly flattering, but very stiff, flattering smile, which was really ugly.

Her right hand trembled, and she slowly and accidentally shook herself onto her forehead. A strand of brown curly hair that blocked her vision was pulled back behind her ear, and she answered in great detail:

"Dear Mr. Roman, this is a gift I received from one of my former patients. She was a lonely old lady. In order to repay my kindness for taking care of her at that time, she put the 'apprentice' Both the potion and the recipe were left to me, along with this peculiar bracelet that would help me travel through the spirit world.

Fors looked at Roman Ambrosius, who was sipping coffee, with calm eyes, swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and then added:

"This bracelet has a very fatal negative effect. After using it to travel through the spiritual world, you will hear terrifying ravings during the blood moon!"

Xio, who had been silent for a while, suddenly turned his head, and his serious fear was replaced by a strong doubt, which was also mixed with some pressing questions.

Fors felt the gaze from her friend, and the corners of her mouth pursed a few times, but under the silent gaze of Ambrosius, she gave up the action, and raised her white neck slightly, lightly raised, Like a warrior on the verge of death.

"Hey..." Ambrosius sighed softly, put down the coffee cup he had been holding in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "I probably know what's going on, that bracelet is on the bracelet. There is some hidden pollution attached, I can give you a way to get rid of it. Of course, the price of this is that you will no longer be an Extraordinary, lacking the direction of the 'apprentice' characteristic, the ravings that appeared during the blood moon will also be don't bother you anymore."

pollute? Fors's heart trembled, just about to ask, but he obeyed his heart and closed his mouth.

Ambrosius' dark blue eyes are deep and pure, like a compressed starry sky. He calmly stared at the two ladies who were holding a lot of questions in front of him, and asked a question that he was most concerned about:

"Why did you react so much when I asked about the source of the bracelet?"

Why do we have such a big reaction! Xio and Forsi, who had been occupied by all kinds of confusion, suddenly turned their heads to look at each other, and found that their friends were just like themselves, shocked and aggrieved.

"If it wasn't for you suddenly appearing near us and asking me about the origin of the magical item on me, how could I have such a big reaction! And you also used some unknown means, when I was about to use the last few stones, ready to escape It directly destroyed the 'travel' and made Xio and I fall to the ground at once! If it weren't for this, we wouldn't be so afraid!" Fors "roared" wantonly in his heart, but his face could only She put on a "calm smile" and looked at her friend with great confidence. She was afraid that she couldn't help telling the truth in her heart, so she could only hope for Xiu, who was more experienced in this area.

Xio felt the gaze from Fors, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but after being silent for two seconds, he corrected his attitude and said in a deep voice to the "self-proclaimed" Mr. Roman.

"Before we met you, we just got rid of the big pirate Qilingus' pursuit. We haven't adjusted our emotions yet. We mistook you for his accomplice, so we had an overly violent reaction. Please forgive me."

Sitting in a natural posture, the slightly lazy Roman Ambrosius froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and replied with a chuckle:

"This is indeed a reasonable explanation."

Forsi, who had been blocked all the time, looked at this person, except for monitoring them to send letters to Miss Audrey, and then taking them directly into a house, Mr. Roman, who did nothing in the end, looked at the other party as being kinder. , as well as his charming and exotic face, he dared to ask:

"You just said that the ravings I heard during the Blood Moon have a chance to be completely cured?"

Following Forsi's question, Xio also turned his head and looked forward to the gentleman's answer.

"That's right, as long as you give up your status as a Beyonder and expel the characteristics of an 'apprentice' from your body, you can solve this problem." Ambrosius rubbed his chin with his right hand, his voice soft and magnetic, "The essence of this pollution is It is a 'propaganda' to a specific group, it is a kind of message transmission, but the high personality distorts his original intention."

He... Forsi, who was expecting to solve his own problems, suddenly felt half cold. Instead, Xio, who had been on the sidelines, seized the opportunity and quickly asked:

"Is there only one method of expelling characteristics?"

For a natural half-arbiter, she is very clear that even if there is no potion, she may suffer some unavoidable dangers just by being affected by the potion residue.

Ambrosius raised his eyebrows, glanced at Xio in surprise, and added patiently:

"There are indeed other methods, the simplest of which are two, to become a Sequence Four 'mystery mage', which is the demigod in your mouth, relying on one's own personality to resist this kind of invasion, or seek the help of a **** , let him help you shield the corresponding pollution."

Which of these is much more difficult than excluding characteristics... Forsi secretly sighed, looking at Ambrosius, who had a good attitude from beginning to end, and carefully asked what he cared about most. The problem:

"Mr. Roman, if I want to expel my own characteristics, what method should I use?"

"It's relatively easy. Find the saints of the 'sun' pathway or the corresponding sealed objects. They can purify the characteristics of your body and expel it." Ambrosius replied casually.

I shouldn't have asked this kind of question... Forsi suddenly gave up her desire to ask and leaned back, quite a sign of returning to her usual laziness.

Instead, Xio scratched his messy, stubborn short hair impatiently, and asked without giving up:

"Is there no other way?"

With an exotic look on his face and a soft face, Ambrosius did not answer the question directly, but leaned against the back of the chair naturally, his head was slightly lowered, and after thinking for a while, he raised his hand and made a random gesture. Divination.

A dazzling starlight emerged from the void on the long log-colored table. He had previously placed it in the coffee cup on the table, and the brown liquid had escaped the shackles of gravity strangely, blended with the starlight in mid-air, and condensed. It became a line of ancient Feysac language that seemed to be mixed with the "language of the dead".

He carefully read the text spelled out by coffee and starlight, his slender eyebrows gradually raised, and his brows were slightly frowned, watching Xiu and Forsi very nervous, for fear that the other party would suddenly disadvantage them.

After all, for such a powerful and mysterious existence, there is no reason for them to do what they do. It may just change their decision because of a change in their mood, and this is undoubtedly an unbearable disaster for the two Sequence Nines.

Ambrosius finally stopped being silent, but returned to his previous plain and easy-going appearance. With a flick of his hand, the strange words floating in the air disintegrated, the starlight quickly faded, and the brown coffee followed. Following the previous trajectory, it flowed back into the white cup without any ripples.

He picked up a newspaper by the table, and lightly pressed his right index finger on it. A charred trace quickly spread across the light gray newspaper, forming lines of words that were not easy to read.

With a tear, the edge of the corner of the newspaper with the text on it automatically cracked, forming a regular rectangle. Under the pressure of Ambrosius' slender, white and well-boned right index finger, he moved in front of Hugh and Fors.

His voice is still calm, and there is hardly a trace of ups and downs in his tone:

"What I just said are relatively simple and easy to complete methods. Of course, you have more choices, but you need to explore them yourself. Destiny is a very mysterious thing. Sometimes, only Only the judgment you make will be truly imprinted on your own trajectory, others can only guide and advise, and the decision-making power is only in your own hands, whether voluntary or forced.”

"There are some emergency measures written on this piece of paper. If the next blood moon, or the next time, you can't stand the torture of the raving, then you can do according to what is written on it, it will help You briefly avoided the outcome of mutating into a monster."

Forsi looked at Xio's equally blank face, and hesitantly took over the paper with neat edges, even the rough edges were hard to find. Instead of checking it immediately, he carefully held it in his hand.

Looking at her performance, Ambrosius nodded indifferently, then as if remembering something, he tapped on the table top of the long log table and added:

"Regarding Qilingus, it's still very dangerous for you. You have to grasp the depth."

After he finished speaking, He looked at the two young ladies who seemed to be frozen in place, and said with a chuckle:

"You two, are you planning to stay with me and have dinner together?"

Of course not... Xio reacted quickly, took Fors's hand, quickly gave Roman Ambrosius a standard court ceremony, and then dragged his friend, quickly He walked out of this unlit house, and with the blessing of the Beyonder's good physical strength, he ran all the way to the edge of the North District before stopping.

Forsi finally returned to God, wiped the sweat scattered on his forehead with the back of his free hand, and pulled all the brown curly hair stuck to his face back behind his ears, before panting and asking:

"Why are you running so fast? If that person wants to be detrimental to us, we can't leave that house at all."

In relatively good condition, Xiu suppressed the few blond hair standing on top of his head, calmed his breath, and responded to his friend:

"What level do you think that person has reached?"

"Demigod?" Forsi was stunned for a moment, and then a familiar but very unfamiliar word popped out from her end, "You mean, the demigod who is probably the 'apprentice' pathway, he called interrupted my 'trip'..."

Xio looked around vigilantly and raised her hand to stop a hired carriage.

"I don't know the specific way, but he is definitely a Beyonder above a demigod."

As a carriage slowly stopped beside them, Xio dragged Fors onto the carriage and instructed the driver to drive towards the edge of the East District.

"Did you look at the piece of paper he gave you?"

Forsi was sluggish for a second or two, and suddenly opened his right hand, which he had been holding tightly, in a panic, and was surprised to find that the corner of a newspaper that was held in it was not damaged, and the words were still not very clear.

She and Xio looked at each other, alertly pointed the piece of paper at the light source, and carefully identified the words on it.

"The beloved of the spiritual world and time and space."

"A reborn phoenix."

"The devout pursuer in the afterglow of old days."

"The great Roman Ambrosius."

In the carriage where the noise outside the carriage could be vaguely heard, Xio and Fors lost their ability to speak for a while. Like two sculptures, they maintained the movement of holding a piece of paper in the constantly bumpy carriage, with their mouths slightly open.

Boom!

The fast-moving carriage drove through a slightly undulating road, and the loud muffled sound woke up the two ladies who seemed to be devoured by the paper in their hands~www.wuxiamtl.com~ helped them regain their chaotic thoughts. .

"Is this an honorable name?" Forsi, who had browsed similar content in "Spiritual World", said in a dry voice.

Xio, who lacked similar experience and knowledge, nodded mechanically, then glanced at his friend beside him.

"I won't pronounce the honorable name on it!" Forsi, who was watched by his friends, hurriedly explained.

Xio gave Fors a deep look, her body was suddenly deflated, and she shook her head lowly:

"I want to say that if you really hear that terrible babble next time, maybe you can really try it. After all, that Mr. Roman doesn't look like a bad person."

"You never told me before, such a dangerous thing..."

Forsi, who was holding the paper, suddenly felt a little sore in her nose, and then she turned her head away and looked out the window.

"I will try."

Looking at the workers hurrying past the window, she judged that she had reached the edge of the East District, and whispered in her voice:

"What's the use of telling you, it will only make you worry..."

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

In the empty room, Ambrosius drank the rest of the coffee by himself.

On the stairs, a timid little boy walked down the stairs softly and glanced at his robe through the railing.

"It's not a good habit to enter other people's homes casually."

Ambrosius put down the white coffee cup in his hand, smiled gently, and then his figure faded and disappeared, leaving only the empty cup, which was placed alone on the long table.

Outside the door, a postman was dropping letters, and the name tag on the mailbox was clearly visible.

Auceptin's house.