Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Dragon?" Derrick called out without restraining his surprise.

Duck looked around in panic, and hurriedly covered Derrick's mouth.

"Don't shout it out! Be careful not to be heard."

Derrick was covering his mouth with his huge palm, so he could only shake his head laboriously, humming to signal that he would not shout out loud again.

Duck looked around again, then let go of Derrick's hand, and quickly took back the pottery in his hand.

"Why are you so nervous?" Derrick looked at Duck's movements, looked around, and lowered his voice.

Duck was silent for a second or two, looked at Derrick very seriously, and said:

"Actually, Joynov in the east of the city was not polluted by monsters recently. He and I explored the city-state with traces of dragon civilization together last time."

"Then what?" Derrick praised him competently.

Dak leaned back, his whole body leaned back a little, and his body started shaking involuntarily.

"Then, then he took away the intact clay pot that looked more expensive, with a series of honorable names written in Elvish on it."

"Elven language?" Derrick almost called out again.

How could Elvish language appear in a city-state related to giant dragons?

They are mortal enemies!

Duck shuddered all over, as if he had escaped from the strange state just now, bit his lip and recalled:

"Yes, I also saw the pattern and honorable name on it at the time. It was indeed in Elvish language, but the pattern on it depicted a three-headed dragon and a completely black three-headed dragon."

Three giant dragons in all black... Derrick had a bad premonition in his mind for a while, and wanted to stay away from this classmate he hadn't seen for a long time.

"What are you thinking, I haven't read that honorable name, and Joynov was swallowed up by the shadows around him on the spot, and the other half of his body collapsed and turned into a monster!" Dak slammed towards Derrick. After taking a photo, on the facial features that have grown a lot of stubble, there is a rare trace of childishness that a teenager should have. "If I really read that honorable name, can I still talk to you here now?"

"If I had read it, I would have been locked underground long ago by the elders of the six-member council!"

Seeing Duck's blushing face, Derrick silently pointed to the air beside him.

Dak looked at Derrick's fingers, but found a guard who was on duty at the training ground today looking at them suspiciously.

My voice was too loud just now... Dak subconsciously patted his head, pulled Derrick up and flew out of the training ground in an instant.

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The next day, Tuesday morning.

So dizzy, no, I should be so hungry... Klein propped himself up with his arms and pulled himself up from the bed.

He touched the edge of the pillow, and then leaned back until he touched an ice-cold pie-shaped object, sat directly on the bed, and opened the cover of the pocket watch he just touched.

On the watch cover, the silver-white vines reflected the slightly whitish light of the rising sun, and the slender second hand ticked, taking away the drowsiness in Klein's mind.

Fortunately, I wasn't late, so I shouldn't be deducted from my salary... Klein thought in a diffused mind, walking slowly down the second floor with a slightly floating pace.

"Good morning, Melissa."

"Good morning, Benson." Klein looked at the breakfast between his brother and sister and greeted with a smile.

Melissa put down the white bread in her hand and looked sideways at Klein, who had only reappeared after a whole day. The dissatisfaction on her face became more and more obvious.

"Klein, you didn't have dinner yesterday, is your company always so oppressive?"

Benson, who was beside him, also nodded in agreement, and said with the same concern:

"Can't you take a break recently?"

Klein maintained his smile and sat at the dining table in silence. After eating two bites of bread, he responded slowly:

"This may be the reason for the quick promotion and quick salary increase. Everything always has to pay a price."

"I once read a book. All the gifts of fate always have a price marked in secret. Maybe this is the price of six pounds a week." As he spoke, Klein mocked himself humorously.

Melissa was no longer so thin, and there was a tangle on her pale face. The facial features on her small face were wrinkled together, slightly relaxed, and she said in a very rare twist:

"Maybe four pounds a week is not bad, at least it won't be so tiring."

Klein, who was drinking milk, almost choked his trachea, and after coughing a few times with a blushing face, he realized what he heard.

"No, don't worry too much. In fact, it's just because I just caught up with a few more important jobs. It'll be fine after this period of time."

Benson, who was beside him, looked at his brother who was explaining to his sister in a panic, and sighed with a smile on his face.

Since his mother's death, he hasn't seen the expression on Melissa's face that a little girl should have for a long time. Now even Klein, who has always been relatively dull, is cheerful and has a good job.

He closed his eyes, adjusted his state, and said in a rich voice:

"Actually, we should eat now. The bread is going to be cold, and white bread is not cheap."

Melissa, who was communicating with Klein, was stunned in place, and then silently ate the cold, fluffy bread.

Klein, who was sitting across from him, turned his head tacitly, and winked with Benson in a less serious manner. He kept a smile on his lips as he ate his own breakfast.

Who would have thought that I didn't even have a pound in my pocket not long ago, and now I have eaten white bread... Klein quickly finished his own breakfast, and then finished with Melissa and himself. Benson at breakfast said hello, took the cane handed by Bella, and walked straight to the public bus station closest to home.

After a crowded and bumpy ride, Klein knocked on the door of the Blackthorn Security Company as usual, and after a few symbolic knocks, he opened the door and entered.

"Good morning, Roshan!" Klein was in a good mood today, and his tone rose slightly.

After having breakfast early, she was sitting at the front desk reading the newspaper. Luo Shan, who was in good spirits, put down the newspaper and responded with a smile:

"Good morning, Klein!"

"Why do you feel that your dark circles are a little heavy today? I thought you should have a good rest yesterday?"

Klein twitched the corners of his mouth. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the newspaper in Roshan's hand. With the excellent eyesight brought by the "Joker" potion, he could clearly read the headline written in the "Daily Observer":

"Shocked, an archaeologist died naked near the 'Golden Rose', and his clothes were missing."

Klein cleared his throat and made up:

"Yesterday, I went to help a teacher who had left the university with his personal collection. Because I needed to pack it, I worked until very late before resting."

"Your teacher's personal collection?" Roshan's lips turned into an oval shape, and her eyes gleamed with curiosity, "Your history teacher, isn't that a lot of antiques, valuable ones?"

Why is there such a big reaction? Klein was a little confused, but he still answered her question first:

"He is a teacher who has a lot of research on the Hornages Mountains, but his collections are not all antiquities, there are also some imitations."

Klein fluently weaves lies, he only hopes that Roshan can quickly end this topic.

Roshan listened to Klein's answer, the light in her eyes went out all of a sudden, and her oval-shaped lips suddenly leaked and pressed together:

"Sure enough, most of the events in the newspapers are low-probability events."

"What happened in the newspaper?" Klein was a little curious for a while, and took the initiative to lean towards the front desk, the elbow of his arm resting on the edge of the front desk.

Luo Shan tapped the other corner of the newspaper in her hand with little interest, and said without ups and downs:

"Just this, the collection of the professor at Backlund University, a gray and white slate carved with a panorama of the ancient city, was purchased by the royal advisor-Herwin Rambis at a price of 2,000 pounds."

"Goddess, if I can sell a slate at this price, I can buy a dress I like."

2,000 pounds, Klein thought of Miss Justice who spent a lot of money at the Tarot Club for no reason. He also thought of the dress and jewelry that he could feel "arrogance" even through the gray fog. , but still maintained a smile on his face, echoing Roshan:

"Yes, yes, if I have this opportunity, I can also sell what I want to buy."

Luo Shan was watching the report in the newspaper with all her attention. She didn't hear Klein's perfunctory answer. She only heard that he agreed with her point of view. clothing.

After a highly professional chat, Klein finally said goodbye to Roshan, left the front desk, and went straight to the captain's office at Hengduan.

With a few taps, Dunn Smith's mellow and warm voice came out.

"Please come in."

Klein skillfully turned the handle, pushed open the brown-black door, and saw the captain who was sitting behind the table enjoying breakfast.

There are still crumbs of toast left in his mouth, coffee with a strong aroma on his right hand, and white bread, toast and bacon on the plate in front of him, which is enough to be called rich.

He looked at Klein who was standing at the door, swallowed the chewed toast with butter in his mouth hard, and pointed to the empty seat across the table with his free finger.

Klein was a little strange, but he didn't disturb the captain's meal. Instead, he sat leisurely on the chair and watched Dunn eat breakfast.

This familiar feeling... Klein's face was unknowingly stained with a smile.

Dunn, who was vigorously exercising his chewing muscles, was stunned for a moment, then calmed down, no longer in a hurry, relaxed his straight back, picked up the coffee, solved the congestion in his throat, and swallowed the food in his mouth smoothly. stomach.

When Dunn finished his breakfast and was about to question Klein, he saw Klein silently raise his right hand and pointed at the corner of his mouth.

Dunn was slightly startled, and immediately took out the soft tissue next to his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth carefully, and then asked:

"What's matter?"

Klein gently shook his head and denied:

"No, it's just that I still want to deepen my knowledge of mysticism. The recent times have made me realize my weakness in this area, so I want to apply for reading the relevant literature behind Chanis Gate, and I can touch it. information on the seal.”

While stating his own needs, Klein moved his gaze to a magazine spread out in front of the captain, his movements very concealed.

Dunn was silent for a while, and after thinking carefully, he said:

"You can only read the contents of the confidentiality regulations. I will write you an explanation now."

Klein stared at the magazine on the captain's desk and nodded intently.

Dunn looked at his strange performance, a little puzzled, his deep gray eyes moved to his drawer, opened it familiarly, took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote the instructions that Klein needed, and signed himself at the end. name.

He pushed forward and pushed the paper to Klein, who was sitting opposite him, and then withdrew his arms and closed the magazine spread out on the table.

Dunn coughed softly, nodded slightly and said:

"You remember to hand him over to the caretaker inside Chanis Gate."

"You must not view documents that do not meet your own confidentiality level, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with." Dunn looked at Klein with deep gray eyes, and deliberately emphasized at the end.

I'm probably being watched by the goddess now, how dare I violate the confidentiality regulations... Klein raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, picked up the paper with the instructions from the table, and quickly left the room inside the cross section. Captain's Office.

When the brown-black wooden door of the office was completely closed, Klein's stiff mouth burst into a delightful smile, and he couldn't help sneering at Dunn Smith in his heart.

"Captain, he actually watched the advertisement of hair tonic again. Donningman tree sap in the rainforest of the southern continent has obvious effect on promoting hair growth~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Are you sure it won't turn into a curly-haired baboon?"

"If it really works, I might recommend it to Benson... But we are Beyonders, and we should use occult techniques to solve problems!"

For example, arranging a ceremony to pray to the goddess... Klein lost his expression in an instant, walked down the dark, silent spiral staircase in silence, and walked to the Chanis Gate deep underground.

He said hello to Sika, who was on duty at Chanis Gate today, and then, under her gaze, opened the thick Chanis Gate and entered the interior shrouded in darkness.

Under the guidance of the internal caretaker, he could only rely on the glass lantern in his hand to see the surrounding environment. The sound of the door closing still reverberated, making it seem empty and distant.

After walking for dozens of seconds, he saw where he was going under the weak yellow light of the lantern in his hand.

On both sides of the wide aisle, there is a stone door clearly marked with the word "data" written in ancient Hermes.

Klein looked back at the inner guard who was in charge of leading him. Feeling the coldness everywhere, he asked tentatively:

"Am I only allowed to read documents here?"

The deeply wrinkled, thin-haired guard turned his light blue eyes like ice cubes, and replied in a flat tone:

"No, but you can only read in the duty room outside Chanis Gate."

Klein was inspired, quietly turned on his spiritual vision, and glanced around at random.

He looked at the black silk threads hanging from the roof, and swallowed silently. His heart was quite turbulent, and he felt a familiar feeling.

This is the interior of Chanis Gate, giving people a feeling of "eternal sleep"...