Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The fat-headed butler was still shouting, but Bruce took this opportunity to push him out of the crowd. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he jumped lightly and got into the mine behind him.

"Werewolf" not only has sharp claws, but also moves silently like a real beast.

I will be leaving Tula in the next few days. The Aurora Society and the mining area have been exposed. The Northern Continent Church, especially the believers of the storm, will definitely spare no effort to search and inspect the mining area, leaving me not much time... . Bruce, who is experienced in fugitives, dare not bet on the almost elusive possibility,

To be honest, he didn't think Aurora would be a sinful organization.

Compared to the Rose School of Sex, which is now dominated by the indulgences, and the "Righteous God" Church that has committed numerous evil deeds in the Northern Continent, in his eyes, the Aurora, who is constantly looking for trouble for the sun and the storm, is surprisingly cute.

I just don't know how Aurora will react. I hope those lunatics don't plan a terrorist attack, otherwise I might not be able to escape from Tula.

The dark and dull mine got darker and darker. In order to cover up his true face, Bruce even took the risk of "rewolfing" his body, using his limbs and groping to move forward in the rough mine.

The exits of the mines here are two-way. As long as you walk straight ahead, you can see another exit. There is no one there. It faces the second half of the mine.

The wolf claws made a squeaking sound as they stepped on the broken cinders. Bruce carefully paid attention to his feet. Seeing the softness ahead, he stepped on it tentatively.

Half-hanging in the shadows, Illusion looked at the creeping werewolf, snorted lightly, the darkness that the wolf claws stepped on suddenly became active, and a tentacle intertwined with shadows and darkness rose from the ground, firmly locking the rear of the werewolf. The claw, with a sharp swipe, lifted the behemoth more than two meters high.

The dark tentacles flowed as fast as life, and before Bruce, who responded in a hurry, swam up, he went straight up along the wolf's fur and swam towards his neck.

The mellow singing sounded softly, the simple tune caressed the blood and resentment in the mine, dragging Bruce's tense nerves to sleep slowly.

Night...the church?

The werewolf, whose neck was twisted by the tentacles, had a grim expression on his face, his stern eyes were wide open, and he finally couldn't resist the singing that seemed to be floating from a distance. His eyelids fell, and he lost consciousness in the struggle.

Dunn, who was hidden in the shadows, took off the ring on the **** of his right hand, jumped from a corner diagonally above the mine, and silently detonated the sleeping spell prepared in advance before he controlled the "darkness". Please put down Bruce who was hanging upside down in the air.

He groped for a while on Bruce's body with both hands, and took out a crumpled document from the dyed jet-black overalls.

Bruce Walker?

The city of Turaso will issue some identification certificates for miners, but at first glance Bruce, who is a native of the southern continent, obviously does not have this kind of treatment. This certificate is just a fake identification certificate that he paid for when he entered the border of Loen. a boat ticket.

However, Dunn just scanned it briefly, and judged that these tickets were also fake.

Without him, it's just that the route of these few tickets is too normal, and I don't want a route that a fugitive would choose.

A lonely southern mainlander, and a "different species", he doesn't look like a madman of the Rose School... Dunn put away the documents, put on the ring again, and dragged Bruce into the shadows,

He wants to take this person back to the hotel he rented, and hold a ceremony to pray to His Royal Highness Edmund to confirm the identity of the other party.

......

Fors sat in the cafe's cubicle, and put the brown sunglasses off the inside of his coat, and glanced at the pedestrians outside the window intentionally or unintentionally.

Very good, there are no people here, even if something really happens, it will not attract the attention of the official Beyonders.

Fors nodded lightly and pinched a smile.

"Sir, you haven't told me your name yet."

Opposite Dorian, who was secretly stroking the crystal ball under the table, smiled calmly:

"Dorian."

He didn't mention his name. After all, after the Abraham family was split into various small families, they chose different fake surnames. He was not related by blood to Labolo, and the two did not share the same surname.

Originally, this task was supposed to be in charge of Lawrence, the older brother of Lawrence, but it is a pity that Lawrence is ill and may not last this week.

Thinking of this, Dorian inevitably thought of the suffering of the Abraham family over the years.

He calmed down a bit before continuing:

"Ms. Wall, can you tell me how you met An Lisa?"

Fors had already mentioned that before she knew Mrs. Anlisa, her husband had passed away.

"I used to be a doctor, and I happened to take care of Mrs. Anlisa." Forsi's eyes not only showed habitual laziness, but recalled the experience of encountering extraordinary by chance, her eyes dimmed.

"I was only one person at the time, and so was Mrs. Ann Lisa. Maybe this is the cross of fate often seen in novels?"

"In short, the two met alone, and after getting to know each other, it was easy to get to know each other."

Forsi squinted her eyes slightly, shook off the vague melancholy, and said her own temptation.

"Speaking of which, Mrs. Ann Lisa is also a senior occultist lover. Like me, there is a common topic. This may be one of the reasons why we are talking about speculation."

Occult?

Dorian almost frowned.

He did not expect that An Lisa would reveal the content of the occult to a stranger.

I don't know what An Lisa said, whether it exposed the existence of the family.

He has already determined that the young lady in front of him is an Extraordinary. With An Lisa's kindness, it is absolutely impossible to give a magical item with side effects to others. It can only be the end of life, entrusted to the inheritance of his own Extraordinary characteristics. , or was taken away by someone with a heart.

This lady, will it be the former or?

Dorian's smile didn't change, but his speech slowed down a lot, as if he was thinking deeply.

"I didn't expect that An Lisa was still studying mysticism. I thought I was the only one who kept this hobby."

"You are also a lover of occultism?" Forsi followed closely, and immediately showed her nature.

"Of course, both me and Lauboro." Dorian put his hands on the table, dipped his fingers in the coffee beside him, and wrote a few simple words in Hermes.

"We have always been interested in occultism, and even joined some interest groups. It's just that after so many years, when you say that you like occultism when you are older, it's a little..."

Looking at the words "learned" and "honor", Fors was about to recite the honorable name of His Highness Ambrosius.

No way, these words are too familiar to her. In those books from the Abraham family, these adjectives will always appear in the prefaces and comments praising Abraham. The editor simply regards these words as the unique pronouns of Abraham. .

"Then can I exchange mysticism with you?"

Fors looked away.

"Since Mrs. Anlisa returned to the kingdom of the goddess of the night, I have never met friends with like-minded interests."

"The roommate I shared with me is not interested in these either, and is always keen to chase money and excitement."

I'm sorry Hugh... Forsi quietly repented, and then said with jealousy:

"You don't know what kind of torture this is. Although everyone has a good relationship, their hobbies cannot always be shared."

Dorian couldn't help laughing when he heard it. He stared at it for a while with slightly cloudy eyes, and took out a pen and paper from his arms.

"I understand very well."

"But I won't be staying in Backlund for a long time. This is my address. You can send your letter here, and we can share our experience through letters."

He handed the address paper to Fors. Of course, it was not his own address, but that of a young man named Evans.

He is a Sequence Five, enough to deal with general danger.

"It's an honor." Fors took the paper and glanced at it hastily.

Pritz Harbour, 61 Vanilla Street... Not too far away.

......

"...the great Roman Ambrosius."

"His Royal Highness Ambrosius, I found an Extraordinary who is suspected to be a descendant of Abraham, and obtained an address. I pray for your enlightenment..."

Forsi, who was separated from Dorian, stood on a street corner, his lips twitched slightly, and prayed to the great existence after his honorable name.

She waited silently for a while, but got no response.

"Could it be fake? That Mr. Dorian is not a Beyonder?"

Forsi turned her head sideways to stop a carriage, and gave up thinking after thinking for a while.

Whatever, I have already reported it to His Royal Highness Ambrosius anyway, this is not something that a Sequence Eight should be a headache for me.

Alas, what should I eat tonight, Xio has cooked mashed potatoes for three consecutive days, and I'll turn into a potato if I eat it again!

I must go out to eat tonight... Looking forward to the big dinner tonight, Fors touched his belly, and while the driver was not paying attention, he slumped onto the backrest without any image.

......

A member of the Abraham family...

Ambrosius looked at Divine Son with a smile on the other side, and continued to drink the coffee that stopped beside his mouth.

Actually, I was a little surprised. After all, in the small gathering that the Lord called, there were not many people who knew his honorable name, but this was the first one to recite.

"Who was praying like you just now?" Amon took a sip of sweet iced tea, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter. "In the past two hundred years, have there been any believers in 'Mystery'?"

Ambrosius checked his thoughts vigilantly, and only opened his mouth when he found that it had not been stolen:

"A little guy."

"Huh?" Amon's eyes lit up, "Little guy?"

"Is that the one I thought?"

"My 'little uncle'?"

"Of course not." The coffee finally ran out, and Ambrosius simply loosened his hands and leaned on his back leisurely, as if giving up resistance.

I don't know what happened to Amon recently, but he suddenly became very fond of visiting relatives and friends, looking everywhere for those old guys who have been on the stage of history, and only looking for those who are older than himself.

Ambrosius did not have a good impression of the son of God. As early as when he was still a "roamer", the son of the **** who was born as the king of angels used a prank on his "nanny" Medici to create a splendid reputation. .

And only Roman of Sequence Two is very self-aware. If he hadn't been the Lord's first student, Amon would never have maintained the last trace of respect.

Otherwise, why didn't He find Edmund, the two were about the same age, and after more than a thousand years, Edmund was no longer a child.

"Let me guess, is it about Medici or Abraham?"

Seeing that Ambrosius kept his mouth shut, Amon, who was disturbed, was not angry, he pushed the monocle, and the corner of his mouth smiled badly.

He observed Ambrosius' expression and raised his brows lightly.

"Looks like I guessed right?"

"Since it's a little guy, although he is qualified to contact you directly, he doesn't know about those old things, so it's the Abraham family?"

Ambrosius was still reluctant to speak, thinking about whether he should pray to the Lord now, and reported that he was hindered from work by the unemployed.

"Don't be so ruthless, we've known each other for thousands of years." Amon's smile narrowed a little, and his black eyes were a little more false, "And Bethel is also an old friend of everyone, it's normal for me to care about the younger generation. "

"My student met a member of the Abraham family. The other party may only be Sequence Seven. Are you also interested in that?"

Ambrosius avoided those black eyes and said nonsense.

Of course, Forsi is not his student, but it is more likely that Amon will not pursue it, and the "apprentice" is not his snack.

student?

Amon hid the brilliance in his eyes and decided to have a chance to see this lucky one in the future.

He turned to the current topic casually, and seemed to talk about another matter unintentionally.

"By the way, do you know that those pirate generals are very interested in the documents of the Spiritual Order and a key recently?"

"These are all trivial matters, you should ask Edmund." Ambrosius raised his eyebrows.

Yes, yes, if you are interested in this kind of thing, go to Edmund, don't bother me.

"Small thing?" Amon snorted, his voice deliberately long.

He kept a mysterious smile and sighed. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"As expected of an angel who has lived for thousands of years, the key to the Land Forsaken by God is a trivial matter in your eyes."

"what?"

Amon ignored the suddenly serious Ambrosius, and continued:

"That key was taken by a betrayal dragon believer who calls himself 'Lieutenant Iceberg'. She has a pirate with a thief on board. You know, I'm very interested in these little treats."

"Anyway, when one of my clones was about to swallow the 'fire thief', it happened to catch up with them in class."

"Tsk tsk tsk, after so many years, if it wasn't for that key looking too unique, I might not have recognized it."

Sitting up, Ambrosius didn't think about why the pirates took the class, and his thoughts flew around.

The key to the Land Forsaken has always been one of the focuses of the gods. How could such a thing fall into the hands of a pirate general, and how could it not be noticed by the night and wisdom?

The only possibility He could think of was that this was also part of the acquiescence of the true God, and the driving force behind it was most likely the God of Wisdom and Knowledge.

What is Hrabergen doing, doesn't he know that the Lord is very interested in keys?

"By the way, let me tell you another news, although you may already know it." At some point, the smile on Amon's face disappeared, replaced by a strange gloom.

"My 'little uncle' is also at sea. If it wasn't for Bansy's troubles, I wouldn't have found him."

"Guess, did Herabergen find out about this too."