Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The origin of potion substitutes?

"Justice"'s excitement from seeking knowledge was instantly extinguished, and a hint of fear appeared in his green eyes.

"It's not just talking about it, it turns out that the substitute for the potion that Mr. Hanged Man didn't explain is this, it's eating people!"

In her original perception, although the Beyonder world is accompanied by danger, it is still full of dreams, and even what she has experienced since she became a Beyonder is more like an adventure blessed by good luck.

Before today, although she always wanted to improve herself as soon as possible and hoped to touch higher-level secrets, she never thought that this wish might one day have to be realized by eating people.

This may not be very far. After all, after learning about the "playing method", the digestion speed of the potion has been greatly accelerated, and now there is Mr. Fool's care, the resources in the gathering, and the existing medium and high sequence. With the reduction in potions, Audrey could almost see that if she wanted to step into that threshold, she would have to face the decision of "cannibalism or not" sooner or later.

The tone was flat, and a few short sentences kept reverberating in Audrey's mind, layer upon layer, constantly climbing, and finally converging into a thunder-like truth that almost destroyed her cognition of reality.

For the first time, the princess in the castle saw the lord's pressure on the blood and sweat of the peasants. In the face of darkness and cruelty, she had the idea of ​​retreating.

I won't scare Miss Justice... Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long table, took in the reaction of the party members just now, and his eyes stopped on the right side of the long table.

To be honest, he didn't want to lose his biggest "customer", but as the convener of the party and the biggest beneficiary of this force, he thought he had to clarify some basic knowledge to prevent unnecessary losses.

"The second common sense is the law of conservation of Beyonder characteristics in similar sequences." Klein, who had already made a decision, retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice.

Conservation of Extraordinary characteristics... Still pondering secretly, the "Hanged Man" with the five interchangeable pathways that Mr. Fool just mentioned was suddenly shocked, feeling that he was one step closer to the nature of the struggle between churches.

It now appears that the church's hatred of the eternal blazing sun and the God of knowledge and wisdom is due to the conflict of fundamental interests, and has nothing to do with the so-called teachings and trivial matters.

"After receiving the attention of His Highness Edmund and having the honor to join the meeting before the gods under Mr. Fool, I may not necessarily have to become a demigod of the Lord of Storms church, and the remaining four paths can also be considered. "The Hanged Man, who suppressed his curiosity and excitement, bowed his head humbly, not only imagining several future trends in his mind.

"Mystery" was just too early to say, otherwise someone would definitely ask about the meaning behind this rule. As a result, he directly threw out the five exchange paths. Even Miss Justice, who entered the Extraordinary World the latest, should also guess. When it comes to the meaning behind it... Klein looked around in disappointment for a week, and found that no one was really planning to pay, so he could delve into this issue.

Such a level is too far away for them now.

Sigh... Klein, who was shrouded in gray fog, sighed silently, and said with a low-pressure wrist:

"You can start to discuss freely."

After being silent for a few seconds, Audrey the Justice, who had already adjusted her emotions, raised her hand carefully. After getting the approval, she looked across the long table and said:

"Mr. Hanged Man, the information I provided before helped you solve Qilingus, have you prepared the agreed payment and the pituitary gland of the adult colorful monitor lizard?"

It seems that this young lady has not given up her idea of ​​promotion... Alger nodded slightly, and said in a low voice:

"I have already obtained this extraordinary material."

"But I have left Backlund because of the mission of Mister Fool's angel. What should I give you?"

Angel's mission? Left Backlund?

Audrey, who had never experienced a similar situation before, was stunned and lost in thought.

dong dong!

The first voice on the long bronze table caught the attention of the members of the party. When they heard the voice, they only saw The Fool, who was half-buried in the gray fog, seemed to have a smile on his face, and his voice was mellow:

"Regarding this matter, I wonder if you are willing to give it a try?"

"For example, offering sacrifices?"

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Intis Kingdom, Trier.

The mansion of the Marquis of Soult is brightly lit, with gorgeous and vulgar gold art and elaborately carved gardens echoing each other, surrounding the gorgeous mansion in the center of the garden.

Guests wearing all kinds of more exaggerated dresses gathered under the chandelier, or in pairs, shuttled and swayed through the maze-like bush walls.

The intricately layered palace skirt and the gold-trimmed gown were close together, and the white and greasy body rested on the solid arms.

They galloped on the battlefield of grand music, combined with the nobility created by gold, silver, precious stones, and complicated etiquette, they jointly performed this feast of desire decorated with high class.

Ordinary people are indulging in their passions, while real chess players are suffering from headaches.

In the grand ball, an out of place figure was quickly shuttled through the crowd.

It was a combination of a young man in a deacon uniform and a gaunt-looking disabled gentleman. They were all dressed in black, which neither conformed to the romantic and pompous customs of Intis nor the seriousness of Loen.

But the strange thing is that this peculiar combination started from entering the gate, and none of the guests in the mansion paid any attention to them. It seemed that they did not recognize their existence, and they left the ballroom and walked towards the house. deepest.

With the help of the faceless man behind him, the blond middle-aged man was pushed into the secret room in the dark.

His legs are disabled and he can only rely on a wheelchair to move, but his dark brown eyes reveal an incomprehensible calm, which firmly attracts the attention of others, so that everyone who sees him will remember his profound Unpredictable, but always ignore his appearance.

"Good evening Dellaus, show up without any pretense, it's not like your style." The real owner of the house, François Soult, is sitting in the middle of the dimly lit room, reading carefully on the desk placed files.

His hair was fiery red, and there were occasional strands of silver in the hair that was combed back. Although he looked in his early fifties and the wrinkles on his forehead destroyed his once handsomeness, his piercing eyes still proclaimed to others. His plentiful action, unabashedly expresses his own unquenched ambition.

As a demigod who lived from the time of Roselle to the present, a "war bishop" who has experienced the most glorious era of Intis, François Soult never thought he was old. With his eyes fixed on the throne of the angel, he is determined to become a real big man.

The president of the Psychology Alchemy Society, Paul Del Law looked at the old friend who still looked at him, raised his right hand slightly, and the faceless man behind him disappeared instantly.

"I just came back from Loen with some very important news."

"Important?" Surt's fiery red eyes remained on the document in his hand, and he repeated softly, "Have you found the hidden 'weather warlock' characteristic?"

This direct question did not cause any fluctuations in Del Law, who was sitting in a wheelchair. As the "spectator" in Sequence Three, he could effectively resist similar provocations.

"of course not."

Wow... After browsing through the documents in his hand, Soult yawned and raised his head without caring about the image:

"Then what's the big deal, the emperor of Loen is finally going to act?"

"This is not at a party. You should be careful with your words and deeds." Bauer Del Law's eyes were still calm, with a hint of toughness in his tone, "I don't want to see old friends cleaned up."

"Come on, as long as you're here, it means that the person's eyes have come, doesn't it?" Sirte straightened his body behind the long wooden table, and the smoke and flames immediately blocked the room, "What the **** is going on? ?"

Deerlau, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked around the walls of the entire room, raised his left hand without warning, and the two-headed bird, which had always been a mixture of illusory and real, flew out of the air, carrying dreamlike particles of light, constantly in the room. circling.

The particles of light scattered under the tail feathers of this strange creature slowly fell, eerily still in mid-air, outlining a picture with distorted colors.

In the hazy gold, a man in a hospital gown suddenly burst out, as if to tear the visitor in front of him to pieces.

After a tremor, the man whose half body was covered with pitch-black scales swayed to the ground, the head on his neck shattered, and his brain spattered.

"A 'psychiatrist?'" Surte watched the complete video in silence, with a hint of hesitation in his deep voice.

He wasn't quite sure why the president of the Psychology Alchemy Society wanted to show himself the process of a Beyonder dying out of control.

As his inquiring gaze came to him, Del Law waved his hands and took away everything that was false, his pale lips lightened, and his voice was hoarse:

"This is Hood Eugen. He is dead. He is the last member of the Eugen family."

"Dead?" Surte's fiery red eyes narrowed slightly, dragging the words out of his mouth, with a hint of interrogation in his eyes, "It's good to die, the calamity that my grandfather started to worry about is finally over. "

"The believer of the **** who is as famous as the creator has finally gone extinct."

Hood Eugen, a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society in Tingen City Lunatic Asylum, what he said was not all crazy, the Eugen family was indeed a once-prosperous Beyonder family.

On the surface, they believed in the "God of Steam and Machinery", but their real belief was the "Mysterious God" who disappeared completely at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch.

They mastered two incomplete Beyonder paths, "diver" and "apprentice", and they relied on a "mysterious mage" to occupy an important position in Intis, which was previously ruled by the Sauron family.

But as the last demigod of the family decided to complete the adjacent pathway, after the promotion ceremony of the "ancient scholar", the Eugen family inevitably fell into decline, until the current extinction of family members.

"Actually, you don't need to worry at all, do you?" Sirte played with the ring in his hand, and the corners of his raised mouth were wrinkled, "That existence is still trapped on Mount Hornakis, and even Zarath has taken it from him. He took a characteristic from his hand and was promoted to 'Servant of Mysteries', as Tristan Eugen who acted earlier, his ending is actually very clear."

"Either break away from the era for three hundred years and become a helpless Sequence Three, or fail in the promotion process."

"In any case, he has been out of the poker table of the times for too long and has long been abandoned by the trend."

The strong voice of "Bishop of War" echoed in the room, all showing the secret joy of the master.

Opposite him, Bauer Del Lauer leaned on the back of the wheelchair, with the same smile on his face, his brown eyes as pure as a holy child.

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"Mr. Fool, when I was investigating Qilingus' intelligence before, I met two ladies who are suitable for our Tarot Club. They are both Extraordinary people with their own resources, and they are also very decent. Can I recommend them? They joined the party?" Audrey, who had just found a solution to the problem of cross-regional transactions through the sacrifice proposed by Klein, was in a happy mood, and said carefully.

"You revealed the existence of the Tarot Club to the outside world?" Alger, who had guessed from past experience, frowned and asked sideways.

He has been favored by angels and obtained more secret resources. Now he is not worried that "Justice" wants to improve his status in the Tarot Club, but he is afraid that the other party will expose it unintentionally. In an attempt to cover up the truth in this way, to anger Mr. Fool.

Why does Mr. Hanged Man think so? Audrey also turned sideways, and found that the "sun" opposite was as dazed as herself.

"No, I just think which two young ladies can bring more channels."

Klein, who had just caught up with the idea of ​​"The Hanged Man", nodded secretly. The question from "The Hanged Man" just now reminded him.

Although Klein urgently needs to cultivate his own help, due to his own strength limitations, he cannot directly summon too many party members, otherwise even if "Secret" really wants to help him cover up, his attempts in this area will be aborted. , the party that was finally built will collapse overnight.

However, since the two people recommended by Miss Justice were acquainted during the investigation of Qilingus, they should belong to the local forces of Backlund, and maybe they can help me in my revenge... ke Lane did not block the road, but after considering it comprehensively, he said calmly:

"This requires a certain amount of investigation. You can secretly reveal my honorable name to them."

"But I don't want anyone talking about my name."

"Yes, Mr. Fool." Although her suggestion was adopted, Audrey restrained her joy and understood Mr. Fool's suggestion to her.

"Okay, the party is over, you can prepare to make sacrifices." Witnessing the discussion for a while, Klein, who felt the spiritual passing, interrupted the party at the right time and sent "The Hanged Man", "Justice" and "The Sun" to the audience. Returning to reality, he stayed above the gray fog, waiting for the sacrifice and the opportunity to communicate with "Mystery" alone.

He still had a lot of things he wanted to ask the so-called half-body.