Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun"

The silent spirituality walls on all sides surrounded a narrow corner. Klein, who had already walked four steps backwards, fell onto the single bed covered with off-white sheets, and the four black dots on the back of his hands were shining brightly.

Under the wrapping of spirituality, Klein's spiritual body quickly passed through the layers of gray fog filled with roars and babble, and came to the palace that seemed to be the residence of an eternal giant.

It's Backlund time, 2:50 pm.

Klein rubbed the armrests of his stone high-back chair, and said in his usual voice:

"Who will preside over the party for a while?"

Seemingly empty, at the head of the long bronze table buried in the gray fog, there was a burst of crimson flashes, and strips of blue-black tentacles emerged from it. Robe, figure of a man with a hood.

His facial features are blurred, only soft lines and a faint smile can be seen faintly.

"Of course it's you, isn't this what we agreed on?"

"You rejected the help of my angel, so until you succeed in revenge, I won't be too involved in your life, and you should preside over the party organized by you."

"Why, you don't expect me to preside over the meeting, and then give you knowledge for free when you solve the puzzles for those little guys?"

Tsk... Klein's expression did not change, as if he had never thought about this, he tentatively said:

"I'm half your body, why are you so clear about it?"

"For an existence like you, knowledge should have become an incidental resource, isn't it very precious?"

"Mystery" did not directly refute, but smiled abnormally, with a gentle voice:

"I dare to give it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"

Dare to ask for it... Even though Klein has the blessing of the "clown" ability to control his expression, the muscles on his face still showed a slight twitch, and his sitting posture was a little stiff.

Before he could answer, "Mystery", who was sitting at the head of the long table, silently disappeared and merged into the ubiquitous gray fog.

"Tsk." The nervous Klein moved his neck up and down, left the stone chair where he was now, and walked slowly towards the head opposite him.

As he sat down, the strange symbol on the stone high-backed chair that symbolized the gray fog quickly formed.

He raised his arms slightly, spread his spirituality, and put the hint that the party was about to start into the crimson stars corresponding to the little "sun".

After doing all this, he looked around at the edge of the table in front of his position, and found that the old note in the lower right corner was still far away, but he could clearly find that a new power was on the surface, like an invisible chain.

Klein picked up the note with both hands and tried to break it.

Sure enough, he couldn't open it... He felt the change in the breath on the note, and put it back on the corner of the desk.

"I don't know why the 'God of Mysteries' wants to reinforce the power on this note again. Is there anything I can't see in it?"

The thoughts in his mind flew, and Klein suddenly realized that he almost forgot that the party time was coming, so he had to spread his spirituality again, and at the same time touched several strange stars in the center of the palace dome.

"Prepare for the party"

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Backlund, Queens.

Audrey, who was facing her philosophy teacher, suddenly had gray fog in front of her eyes, and the deep voice of "The Fool" sounded in her ears.

"Oh, Ms. Moro, I may not be feeling well." She adjusted her sitting position almost like a conditioned reflex, and made a perfect movement, like if she fainted immediately.

Amid the concerns of the governess, the flustered inquiries, and the teasing gaze of her personal maid, Annie, Audrey returned to her bedroom and lay down on the bed, as if she was resting normally, her body lost consciousness.

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

"Derrick, will you stop looking?"

Derrick, who had just sneaked into the "black market" with his companions, declined the invitation of his friend Dak, and ran back home hesitantly under the pretext that he was in a poor mental state due to his recent training in divine arts.

After locking the door, he carefully lit a candle, squatted nearby, held a bone-white ceramic piece tightly in his hand, and silently counted his heartbeat.

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The edge of the misty sea.

Alger locked himself in the captain's room of the "Blue Avenger", and the fossil pendant given by Edmund was randomly placed on the map, a burst of light purple filled the air.

Is this the lost relic mentioned in the message from His Highness?

I just got promoted, don't worry too much, just get the timing right... Not long ago, Alger had successfully promoted to "Wind Blessed" by taking advantage of Qilingus' characteristics.

With his fingers, he tapped a coordinate marked by a faint purple light. Using the ability of "Voyager", he deduced possible encounters and future weather changes one-to-one in his mind.

Suddenly, a crimson tide surged from the bottom of his eyes.

"Mr. Fool!"

The chaotic thoughts in his mind suddenly returned to silence, feeling the invisible pressure on his shoulders, he lowered his head very "religiously" and let the tide engulf him.

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

boom!

On the seats on both sides of the long bronze table, a burst of crimson rose, and under the guidance of the spirit body, three figures of different shapes were stretched or filled and formed rapidly.

"Good afternoon! Mr. Fool."

Audrey, who took the lead in concentrating her consciousness, raised her tone and stood up happily to say hello.

Mr. Hanged Man was promoted?

Klein, who had already turned on his spiritual vision, turned his eyes away from The Hanged Man, stayed on her for a second, and replied very casually:

"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."

When the three of them have finished their salute, it is time to take their seats.

The Hanged Man sitting on Klein's left hand gestured respectfully, his back slightly lowered.

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have obtained the 19 pages of Emperor Roselle's diary that I mentioned to you before."

"In addition, I must thank you for the angel you appointed yourself, to get rid of Qilingus, and to reward me with his characteristics selflessly. I will directly count these diaries as rewards."

A delegated angel? remuneration? Klein recalled the letter Mr. Ards sent to him afterwards, and recalled the sentence "I met an old friend."

It seems that "Mystery" has already woken up at that time, and he specially sent his own angel?

Qilingus is only equivalent to a Sequence Five, no matter how weak Mr. Azik is, an existence that surpasses ordinary demigods and is suspected of being an angel will not be defeated by him, right?

Klein was slightly puzzled, but because of the lack of relevant information, he could only show a look of indifference and nodded indifferently.

"I know."

Mister Fool approved this transaction. In His heart, Roselle's diary seems to have a very high status... Alger's heart was tense and relaxed, and he turned to bend more humbly, and said in a deep voice:

"My current memory limit is six pages, please allow me to present it to you several times."

"Yes." Still thinking about how much "mystery" was involved in the Qilingus incident, Klein was a little absent-minded and nodded slightly.

Because I had never heard of Roselle, it was impossible for me to have the opportunity to present the "sun" of the diary. Seeing that the pages of "The Hanged Man" appeared in the diary, I looked away enviously and glanced at Glancing at Miss Justice, only after realizing that the other party did not move, he said:

"Mr. Fool, I recently obtained something related to a mysterious existence - a three-headed dragon in the City of Silver, and I want to manifest it to you as well."

Three giant dragons?

The unexpected speech interrupted Klein's thinking. He considered it for a few seconds, and said in a calm voice:

"Can."

Hearing that Mr. Fool agreed to his request, the "Sun" looked happy, and hurriedly took on the shape of the white ceramic pottery he was holding in his hand in reality.

Klein wanted to read Roselle's diary first, but after seeing the white ceramic tablet presented by The Sun, he was inspired for a while, so he had to put the six-page diary presented by The Hanged Man on the table neatly, and picked it up. The ceramic piece.

"Three-headed dragon, foul breath, and a name written in Elvish..."

"What kind of stitching monster is this?"

He can be sure that the aura emanating from this piece of ceramic shards is definitely related to the "true creator".

As someone who has fought against the descendants of the evil god, he has the most say!

Examining the incomplete honorific name on the ceramic plate in his hand, Klein's thoughts changed, and he suddenly worried about the safety of the City of Silver.

"This kind of thing appeared directly in the City of Silver, isn't it that the existence of this suspected evil **** has been hidden near the City of Silver?"

He must warn "The Sun" that the City of Silver is the most precious resource in his hands, second only to Miss Justice!

Just when Klein opened his lips slightly, his body suddenly felt stagnant, and his limbs seemed to be poured into heavy lead stones.

"Loholid, I didn't expect him to be alive."

Isn't that what I'm talking about, "mysterious"?

He turned his head slightly, just as he saw a certain existence who kept saying that he would not interfere in the party, floating beside the stone chair at the head of the long bronze table, the hood was taken off, and the soft facial features were clearly visible.

Isn't He afraid that others will see it?

Klein immediately turned his gaze back, and found that although the expressions on the faces of the three party members under the seat were different, none of them set their sights on "Mystery" beside him.

Don't worry, I distorted their sight and hearing, I need to explain this dragon... Klein's ears suddenly echoed a "mysterious" gentle and calm voice, and he gave up resistance two seconds later, relying on From the back of the chair, I watched the "self" fight.

"Mr. Fool, do you know this giant dragon?" "Sun", who was extremely concerned about the safety of the City of Silver, tried his best to restrain the impatience in his words, and asked at a faster rate.

"Yes." The "Fool" in the eyes of everyone nodded slightly, with a mellow voice, "This is one of my favorites."

"After the cataclysm, he still persisted in the land abandoned by God, established his own city-state, and acted as the guardian of a piece of land."

"However, he seemed to disconnect from me after I fell asleep, and I thought he was dead."

A servant of a land forsaken by the gods!

"The Hanged Man" and "Justice", who didn't know much about the situation, were shocked, and invisibly once again felt the unfathomable power of "The Fool".

Different from The Hanged Man, who has already met the Fool's Angel, Audrey the Justice's understanding of The Fool still rests on the "good and casual **** with angels", with a slight hint of Curiously asked about the origin of the Loholid.

"Mr. Fool, can you tell us more about this giant dragon?"

"I remember that the symbol of 'audience' is the dragon."

At the head of the long bronze table, Klein glanced at "Mystery" from the corner of his eye, and found that the other party's soft facial features were still calm, and he directly answered the question of "Justice".

Didn't He say that he would not answer other people's questions casually?

"Loholid is not the audience pathway." "Mystery" first dispelled Xiao Jiujiu in Justice's heart, and then continued, "He was the Sequence Four 'Prophet' of the 'Reader' pathway, and later switched to the 'Inverted' pathway. The Hanged Man' pathway, became a 'Three Heads Church'."

"The Prophet" turns to "Three Churches"!

Isn't everyone only able to choose one path? Just as Audrey was about to ask, she heard the excited voice of The Hanged Man opposite.

"Mr. Fool, are these two pathways interchangeable in High Sequence?"

Alger, who had heard some legends at sea, combined with some information in Edmund's pendant, had a flash of inspiration, and with the support of the characteristics of the "Storm" pathway, he made his guess almost without thinking.

Klein, who had heard similar information, was not so excited, but he still tried his best to restrain his sense of existence, and wanted to take advantage of the opportunities created by Mr. Hanged Man and Miss Justice to prostitute himself. "knowledge.

Of course, I would like to thank the little "sun" for mentioning Loholid.

In the expectation of everyone, "Mystery" glanced at the half body beside him, and continued to say calmly:

"'Sun~www.wuxiamtl.com~spectator', 'reader', 'sailor', 'hanged man', these paths can be interchanged at the beginning of Sequence Four, including when Sequence Five is promoted to a demigod, this It's also an opportunity to choose."

After speaking, "Mystery" quickly hidden his figure, the left side of the upper high-back chair returned to an empty state, and the stagnation on Klein's body was also lifted.

"Mr. Fool, can you still contact that favored one now, and what can I use in exchange for that favored one's protection of the City of Silver?" "Sun" is not like the other two participants who have fallen into reverie Like the others, he never changed his desire to be the "sun", he said sincerely.

I also want to know if I can contact him now... Klein, who has taken back the leadership of the meeting, shook his head slightly, rejected Little Sun's request, and his voice was low.

"Now is not the time."

Disappointment swept across "Sun"'s face, which was shrouded in gray fog, and his eyes drooped down to the table with loneliness.

"Thank you for your explanation."

I feel like I'm a magician who deceived children... Klein quickly looked away and looked at Justice and The Hanged Man who were still excited from a spiritual perspective.

In order to prevent them from asking some more questions that he couldn't answer, Klein casually picked up Roselle's diary that he had put in front of him before, and after roughly checking it was correct, he covered their mouths with reading.

Anyway, no one dared to disturb Mr. Fool's reading time. This is the rule... He flattened the diary on the first page, and a line of crooked Chinese characters came into his eyes.

"On December 16, I once again contacted the poor **** whom Baimon called a martyr."