Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Seeing the rare gloom on Amon's face, Ambrosius stood up, as if at this moment he was not an angel who was precious as a mythical creature, and was just as flustered as a mortal.

"Herabergen?"

Ambrosius stared at the hotel room he had rented. The stars on his body seemed to disappear in the next second.

Amon turned his wrist slightly, and the shining starlight that illuminated the corner of the room suddenly disappeared.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

in a hurry? Ambrosius raised his eyebrows slightly, anger flashed in his eyes, and after a moment of embarrassment, he sat back on the chair.

"Even if he finds out, what will happen, does Herabergen dare to think about tyrants and pure white informers?"

"If I'm not mistaken, 'Mystery' should be able to return to its most complete state at any time, and it's not a problem to become a **** in one fell swoop even now."

Amon's smile reappeared on his face, and his fingers pressed against the monocle on the socket of his right eye.

His slightly pale skin was gradually dyed with blue and black, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more nervous, and the blackness on his robe suddenly deepened.

"I have always had a great reverence for the gods."

Ambrosius "snorted", Amon ignored the sarcasm, and continued on his own:

"But I respect those ancient gods who were executed by my father more."

"Think about it, a group of guys who were no more than beasts around the last doomsday, forcibly relied on luck and courage to reach the throne of Sequence Zero, and now the so-called seven gods have been fighting each other openly and secretly for more than a thousand years, and there is no competition. A dual-path true god."

"I really don't like 'The Hanged Man', but he is indeed the last shadow my father left in this world. If Leodoro, Herabergen, and Osaycus are willing to give up a small life of their own , maybe a lucky person will be able to make up a long time ago, kill the 'The Hanged Man', and get the ticket to Chaos Sea."

Amon removed his fingers under the monocle, and the strangeness that appeared on his body slowly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

The corners of his mouth were teased, replaced by an indescribable complexity.

"My father, 'Mystery'... My so-called uncle, has always tried to teach me to understand human courage and dedication, and even tried to make me accept human love."

"But I don't understand, as natural mythical creatures, why do we have to understand species that are so different from our biological level."

"That's you, don't take me with you." Ambrosius sneered, no longer as nervous as before, but more calm.

Amon is right, as long as the so-called three gods don't make up their minds for a day, then no matter who discovers the existence of the Lord's half-body, they won't make it public, and they may not even see through the real relationship between Klein and the Lord. I can only pray that this is just another attempt at the resurrection of the former master of Sefirah Castle, the 'Lord of Mysteries', and even hold a glimmer of hope to guide this lucky one to clean up their confidants.

Ambro Houston paused, his voice dull.

"Before I received the Lord's grace, I was just a slave in a Phoenix city-state. Even if I became a mythical creature, I never forgot my past."

"Perhaps this is a common problem of our 'recording officer', and Bethel is the same. After he took charge of uniqueness, he never forgot where he came from."

Amon nodded with a smile, and dealt with it perfunctorily:

"Yes, yes, that's right."

"Well, it seems that I am the only one who thinks so. Antico also refuted me before. I really don't know if your brains are polluted by anchors. Antico is also a natural mythical creature, but I chatted with him recently, But I feel that it is more towards human beings than those mortal nobles."

Have Amon and Antigonus met recently?

Ambrosius controlled his expression, just wanted to think deeply, but found that Amon was staring at him with a smile, and he simply stopped his thoughts.

"So what do you think?" He calmed down and asked proactively.

Amon, who was poked at the point, smiled and spread out his hands, smiling shyly, so shy that Ambrosius felt the trembling of the hairs of ordinary creatures after a long time.

"Anyway, the last time we met, my uncle didn't forbid me to do anything."

"To be honest, I'm still very scared when I meet His old man. Since He didn't say anything, it should be that I won't be affected by doing a little trick now."

"Then why don't I take this opportunity to satisfy my curiosity?"

Amon leaned forward, deliberately smiling at Ambrosius, word for word.

"For example, meet my 'little uncle'."

......

A sneeze!

Walking on the outskirts of Bayam, Klein suddenly sneezed.

Fortunately, he wasn't holding Gehrman's face now, otherwise he would have to consider whether to hold back this sudden sneeze just for the sake of acting.

I really don't know who is scolding me, it can't be that guy Danitz, right?

I just asked him to continue to contact Lieutenant General Iceberg, and he had no other requirements.

Klein rubbed his nose and decided to go back and give Danitz some other tasks, lest he still have the energy to curse himself.

After coming out of the hotel, he has been looking for a suitable target to play. After a long time, he has not found an opportunity.

Also, after all, the role of "Faceless Man" generally needs to replace a person's identity. To the dummies like Gehrman and Sherlock Moriarty who have no specific past and whose life experience only exists in records and documents, It still needs a lot of feedback from the people around, it is better to directly replace a normal person who is born quickly.

After being promoted to "Faceless", although Klein found that his digestion was two-thirds completed, he was very clear that this was just his replacement for "Klein Moretti" and playing Sherlock Moriarty. by-products.

And it's hard to say whether there is a "secret" influence in it.

While thinking about it, Klein couldn't help but feel a headache, instinctively looked at the trees planted on both sides of the road, and suddenly stopped.

A local volunteer agency?

He looked at the door sign with the words "Bayam Medical Relief Foundation" written, thought for a moment, and walked in quickly.

After entering this two-story building, Klein discovered that it was a charitable organization with the background of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, and one of its responsibilities was to provide trained volunteers to various hospitals.

Looking away from the holy emblem of the Evernight Goddess, Klein came to the registration office and saw the female staff member was processing the documents in his hand, so he tapped the edge of the table.

"What's matter?"

The female staff member who was awakened from her busy work put down the document in her hand and asked.

"I want to be a volunteer," Klein replied in a brief introduction.

When he observed the publicity on the wall of the charity organization just now, he found that there are many dying people here, and maybe they will have a suitable role to play.

"Name." The female staff member picked up the pen and the tip of the pen landed on the paper.

"Gehrman Sparrow." Klein didn't know when he had changed back to Gehrman's appearance. With the blessing of illusion, the female staff member on the opposite side didn't notice the difference at all.

"Do you have identification?"

Klein nodded calmly, unabashedly took out a piece of paper from the table and handed it to the staff.

The staff member took the blank piece of paper that had almost nothing, glanced at it carefully, and took notes as he looked at it. After all the identification information was registered, he took out a written one from the drawer, except for the name part. The completed certificate was handed to Klein.

"Write your name here."

Still, illusion is easy to use... Klein breathed a sigh of relief. After writing his name, he followed a male doctor who had already bald to the charity medical clinic behind the front desk.

Half an hour later, the adventurer who had just cleaned the bathroom struggled to control his expression, and finally saw the coveted list of patients to be cremated.

He quietly released golden light from his left hand and asked Doctor Xie Ding:

"Which of these are there without family members to see?"

When the doctor who was preparing the medicine heard this unruly question, he just thought it was right and replied sullenly:

"A lot. Except for the top ones, no one has seen the rest. Isn't that what the indigenous people are like?"

Klein gave him a deep look, the glove on his left hand turned black again, and silently exited the room.

The spiritual flame from his fingers burned the volunteer certificate to ashes, identified the direction and walked to the front desk. Under the cover of illusion, he took the list of volunteers that the female staff member put aside, making sure that he had not had time to be registered in the policy. , before leaving the front door.

"The Diviner" has a good memory. Even if he didn't take the list, Klein could easily remember most of the names on it.

He came to the outside of the morgue, first used the spiritual wall to reinforce the blockade of Azik's copper whistle, and then pushed the door in.

In the gloomy and cold morgue, corpses with stiff skin lay on the iron plate, and the unclean numbness covered each dead person, covering their faces, but their ankles were exposed.

Klein looked at this scene that was extremely inconsistent with his own impression, and slowly paced past the corpses, using his spiritual vision to confirm the appearance of each corpse, even the female corpse didn't even look at it, he walked over.

In the end, he stopped in front of a young man, looked at the unusual fair skin and light yellow hair, took out the bottles and jars from his arms, and channeled the remaining spirituality on the corpse.

With the help of rituals and potions, Klein's thoughts suddenly rose, and he looked down at the inflexible spirit body in the ethereal space, and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The time of death was too long, and the spiritual body basically dissipated... Seeing that it was difficult to obtain more information, Klein decisively ended the psychic ritual.

Lucien Norway, this is the name of that young man, an adventurer from Intis.

After some psychics, Klein only obtained the most basic information.

It's a pity that I can't speak directly to the dead like Mr. Ards, and of course I won't do it either... Klein sighed softly, lowered his footsteps and walked out of the morgue.

His plan was half-failed.

Unless you happen to meet someone who is about to die, it is difficult to obtain a complete life and complete the role only by channeling.

Of course, with the most basic information, he can also inquire about the person's habits and experiences through the channels of pirates and adventurers, but this is not only inefficient, but also difficult to collect useful information, deceiving unfamiliar friends of the deceased can , but in front of close people, it is inevitable that mistakes will appear.

But after he came out, Klein still didn't intend to give up. He simply found the bathroom of a roadside cafe, walked four steps in the opposite direction, and came to the top of the gray fog.

He pinched a few hairs he had just taken from the corpse, wrote down a sentence, and divination in the dream:

"The cause of Lucien Nowe's death."

The surrounding gray fog gathered towards the top. In the dream, Klein came to the bar where the Bayam adventurers gathered. From a bird's-eye view, he witnessed that Lucien was betrayed by his companions, was seriously injured and barely escaped, and finally fell to the charitable organization. not far road.

In the hazy dream, Klein suddenly stirred the time, as if watching a video, he transferred the picture presented in the dream back to the night when Lucien was betrayed.

He read it right, one of the people besieging Lucien was a woman, a "harvest priest"!

There are not many female adventurers at sea, but not many female pirates.

Judging from the attitude of the people around him towards the "Harvest Priest", the other party is likely to be a pirate.

Female pirate... Klein leaned back in his chair, and the names of several female pirate generals could not help but appear in his mind.

......

"Let me recognize someone?"

Danitz, who was lazy to sleep and was caught, was confused by a sketch of a portrait that Gehrman suddenly put in before he had time to panic.

He took the sketch with a stunned face, and his expression changed from stunned to stunned to shocked.

"Where did you meet this person?"

He didn't even care about his fear of adventurers.

"you recognize?"

Klein swept his eyes coldly. He had already determined that the "Harvest Priest" was definitely not the one on the "Lieutenant General Iceberg".

"I've only seen it once, at the pirate conference, I can't be completely sure." Danitz became serious, "Although I've only seen it from a distance, it should be right..."

"There are only three women on board the 'Lieutenant Admiral Disease'..."

"Lieutenant General of Disease"?

Klein kept Gehrman's calm face, but he was secretly surprised.

"Careful. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

Danitz took a breath and simply sat across from Klein.

"She disappeared with the 'Lieutenant Admiral Disease'. To be precise, only those three women are missing. The other chief officers and boatswain under the 'Lieutenant Admiral Disease' are all missing, and some have taken refuge with others. Pirate generals or self-reliant."

"I didn't expect them to be still in Bayam, it's a coincidence of fate..."

Looking at Danitz who was lamenting his fate, Klein rarely looked away.

To be honest, he lied a bit.

This feeling is too familiar, a sudden coincidence, a sudden clue.

Just after he decided to hunt "Admiral Blood" and got the Death God document in the hands of "Lieutenant General Disease", the female pirate next to Tracy appeared. This is not a coincidence, but more like the original 0-08 s arrangement!

......

"This is a miracle!"

Maric looked at his excited friend across from him, and couldn't help pursing his lips.

But the people on the opposite side were obviously not as calm as Maric, and they were still talking endlessly. For a moment, they forgot that although this room was closed, it was separated from the outside by a thin layer of wood, which couldn't stop anyone from eavesdropping.

"You didn't see it with your own eyes, so you don't know what it looks like inside."

"That is the tomb of a great noble of the Fourth Epoch, Maric, can you imagine how many treasures are there, and how many secrets are buried by the church?"

"We got rich!"