Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Vengeance and wading in muddy waters are two different things. You are stealing the idea." Klein clenched and relaxed his hands. Although his expression was calm, his slightly shrunk brown pupils betrayed his inner thoughts.

In fact, even if "Mystery" didn't interfere with Klein's divination, he wouldn't give up the commission directly in the end, and change his identity to run away.

Unless it's time for a real threat to his life, he will complete the task wholeheartedly.

This is not just because Klein arrived in Backlund for the first time, he needs to accumulate his own contacts, he needs someone to lead him, and he needs to integrate into the local Beyonder circle. It is also to train himself and avenge the makers of the conspiracy against Tingen City.

Hmph... The "secret" who understood Klein's thoughts very well stopped talking. The simple coin in his hand flew up and down, and the figure of the master, along with it, gradually dissipated in the thick gray fog that could be seen everywhere.

Ran? Klein, who was already ready to "line up", was suddenly startled, and the tense seriousness on his face instantly collapsed.

Because Detective Zeriel may at any time check his own status by using undead or calling assistants because he does not trust himself.

So Klein didn't have time to think silently, so he had to take out the paper again, take off the citrine pendant, and try to do a divination for the opportunity mentioned by "Mystery" just now.

"I will encounter opportunities in my next actions that can help me become stronger?"

"I will encounter opportunities in my next actions that can help me become stronger?"

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"I will encounter opportunities in my next actions that can help me become stronger?"

The spiritual pendulum in Klein's hand spun rapidly. After reciting it seven times, he leaned back familiarly and let the divination drag him into a dream.

In the haze filled with thin gray fog, Klein, who seemed to float in the air, looked down at everything like a ghost, and moved closer, gradually seeing the picture buried deep in the darkness.

It was a dark environment similar to a sewer. A monster wrapped in shadows and flesh and blood was rushing around wantonly. In front of him, a few escaping figures could be vaguely seen, as well as a worn-out plate armor covered with decaying aura.

This flesh-and-blood monster is the woman who calls herself Helen?

Klein, who sprayed his spirituality and brought his body closer to observe, looked at the indistinct appearance and inaudible aura of the monster, and felt a touch of familiarity.

He also clearly remembered that the eccentric woman who was recruited by the Zigman Party this morning, still remembered her smell of having an affair with the real creator.

Generally speaking, that kind of coldness and hunger are the standard features of the "Hanged Man" pathway, but from the perspective of reality, this pathway controlled by the true creator is almost all His followers, all lunatics, or hidden madman!

Just when Klein was about to investigate further, the scene constructed by dream divination was already approaching the upper limit of maintenance, and the screen was automatically switched.

With the distortion of the surrounding colors and the shape of the objects, this hazy picture gradually became abstract, and only the upper body of the knight's corpse remained, with several bright spots shining brightly.

Under his breastplate, a few small spots of light stubbornly flashed, penetrating the shattered armor.

Or golden, or red light surrounds a group of orange-red flocs that seem to be still breathing. Just seeing it will cause a dizzy feeling.

Extraordinary characteristics, or corresponding items and sealed items?

Klein, who had seen similar expressions on the corpses of members of the Secret Order and Hood Eugen, was slightly surprised. He wanted to take the initiative to approach, but found that he seemed to be standing still. No matter how hard he tried, he was still a certain distance from those light spots. Distance, can't really touch.

He tried a few more times, and when the dream divination gradually approached collapse, he spread his spirituality and took the initiative to escape.

Accompanied by an illusory sound of glass breaking, Klein on the stone high-back chair turned to wake up, and his fingers stroked the diary cover on the right side of the table, his eyes blank.

"It should be that the prerequisites for divination are insufficient... I didn't expect that what 'mystery' said was true."

"Perhaps this commission is indeed accompanied by danger, but as long as you are careful enough, you may really get some benefits and become a boost for my revenge."

"However, that group is obviously a legacy of Beyonders, the orange-red and worn-out knight armor, what exactly does this symbolize?" Klein, who was touched by his spirituality, immediately got out of the gray fog, propped his back with his hands, and sat against the narrow On the single bed, the wrinkled face that could be vaguely seen was extremely stiff.

Generally speaking, the appearance of Beyonder characteristics is related to its corresponding sequence. From Klein's knowledge, the sequence corresponding to a knight may only be the "Knight of Retribution" who has heard the name, and the "Warrior" pathway that is good at frontal combat.

"I don't know what it corresponds to, but it shouldn't be from Detective Zeriel. That Sealed Artifact that makes people lose their limbs doesn't seem like the choice of a 'warrior'."

"If he is really a Sequence Five." Klein, who heard the knock on the door, patted his wrinkled coat, stood up slowly, and muttered in a low voice, "But if that's the case, why would he hire me... .."

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Backlund Wharf Area, Gaiman Wharf Warehouse.

The sun has set, and most of the dock workers have left work due to the immature lighting technology. There are only a few unlucky ones on the shift table today, still holding a lantern in one hand and a wooden stick in the other, on a simple boat canopy supported by steel. activities.

Because Backlund is not a complete industrial city and its identity as a capital, the functions of the wharf here are more comprehensive, not as simple as Jianhai County.

Generally, most of the ships coming from other places will dock their goods at the port of Pritz, which is not far from the capital. Because of this, the docks built on the banks of the Tussock River and backed by Backlund are mostly reduced to factory area giants. The private port is completely controlled by several major banks.

However, there are exceptions. In the past few years, Gaiman Wharf, which is closer to the Backlund Bridge, was acquired by the Madan family of Intis at the highest transaction price of the year. An integrated company.

At this moment, this steel monster that has stopped working and entered one of the few rest periods of the day welcomes its owner, a member of the Ma Dan family.

There is no obvious sign on the outside, and the medium-grade carriage galloped along the pitted gravel road and went straight to the deepest part of Gaiman Wharf.

In the silent night, the sounds of horseshoes and wooden wheels were extremely clear, which frightened the dozing patrol workers and caused quite a commotion.

In the center of the dock warehouse, the brightly lit wooden double-storey building was out of tune with the surrounding darkness.

The driver in charge of driving the car turned over from the front of the car swiftly, brought two benches, and quickly approached the door of the carriage.

Squeak.

The double-leafed wooden door was opened, and Becquelen Jean Mardan, who was supposed to be at the Embassy of the Republic of Intis in Loen, appeared in this remote dock area for some unknown reason.

He held a handkerchief in his left hand, tightly covering his mouth and nose, the eyebrows on his thin face were almost twisted together, stepping on the bench that the coachman had assigned in advance, and got off the carriage.

"A cheap smell of coal ash..."

He glanced at his slightly puffy eyes, and looked at the yellowish mist everywhere in front of him, and the expression on his face became more and more disgusting.

"Rosago, the weather in Loen has always been like this. Just like the country bumpkins here don't understand romance, their air is also full of disgusting feelings."

"Mr. Ambassador, to be fair, the air in Queens is actually okay." Behind Baker Lang, a black-haired, blue-eyed gentleman with a handsome face and a light beard pressed his coat blown by the wind. Stepping on and off the carriage, he glanced at the coachman who was still respectfully standing aside, with a majestic temperament.

For his subordinate's rebuttal, Beckland didn't respond, shook his head irritably, turned his eyes to the dock worker who was running towards him, and said with a slight disgust:

"What about Meursault?"

"Now call him to see me!"

Because they felt the words and deeds of the high-ranking people on the other side, the members of the Zigman Party who were in charge of the gate did not dare to shout loudly as usual, instead they were a little awkward and asked tentatively:

"May I ask who you are...you know, I haven't seen you..."

Halfway through the speech, he suddenly saw that the eyes of Beckland, who was wearing bright formal clothes, seemed to be burning, and he couldn't help shrinking his neck, and his speech became unclear.

Just when he was rejected by a young lady today, Beckerland, who was in a very bad mood, was about to get angry. Rosago, who had been looking around curiously behind him, took a few steps forward, and his voice said magnetically:

"This is Mr. Boss. Meursault shouldn't have slept yet, right?"

With the light in front of the house, the gang member who recognized Rosago was slightly startled, then quickly reacted, smiling shyly, and quickly supported:

"It turned out to be Mr. Boss and Mr. Rosago. The boss is inside. Today we recruited a powerful person. The boss is not at ease. He kept looking at her and said that he was waiting for you to come. , what contract."

Speaking of being stuck in the middle, the thin man who remembered the word "contract" after a lot of thought was originally a little proud, but after seeing the frosty expression on Beckland's face, he quickly withered, and hurriedly ran back to the side. The door is ready to open.

Rosago, who was playing the role of a gentle gentleman, smiled silently, turned his body slightly, looked at his protection object, and suggested casually:

"I think we can meet the Extraordinary recruited by Meursault."

Having said that, he and the coachman surrounded Beckland, stared at the choking pale yellow mist around them, and walked into the very warm second-floor building that was baked by the stove.

"They're all a bunch of idiots who haven't seen the world. Even Meursault is only a Sequence Nine. How can he be so powerful?" Beckland, who had just put down his handkerchief, turned his wrist and put the handkerchief without an embroidered name directly on it. thrown on the ground.

A few people ignored the gang members who suddenly became quiet in the house, and they walked up the stairs directly, stepping on the creaking steps, step by step to the second floor.

Under the guidance of a black and thin man who looked rather clever, they came to the door of the room where Meursault was, pushed it away, and saw the "not too powerful" Beyonder.

In the closed room, the executioner of the Zigman Party who was secretly supported by Beckland was keeping his eyes open, pressing the revolver on his thigh with his right hand, smoking a cigarette in his left hand, and staring at the woman sitting opposite him.

It wasn't that he was suspicious and didn't dare to trust others easily, but that the woman who called herself Helen had already killed a Meursault subordinate in just an hour and ate it raw in front of him. The flesh and blood of that man!

"A 'Rose Bishop'..." Rosago, who was standing in front of Beckland, opened his lips slightly and murmured softly. He subconsciously switched to the perspective of the spiritual body and examined the shadow under the woman.

Originally attracted by the woman's beautiful and soft face, Beckland instinctively leaned back after hearing Rosago's whispers. The knuckles of his palm were slightly hot, and it seemed that flames would ignite at any time.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Meursault, who was in a state of torment, turned his head quickly. After seeing Rosago in a jet-black windbreaker, and Ambassador Beckland who gave him the potion formula behind him, turning him into a Beyonder, She couldn't help showing a relieved expression, and said quickly while holding back her yawn:

"Mr. Ambassador, Mr. Rosago, this is the helper I found today. She ate one of our members, and now she says she's full, she wants to discuss the payment with you."

Meursault, who had found the supporters behind the scenes, did not think much about it, and threw this troublesome woman to Ambassador Beckland, who was very powerful in his eyes, and explained what happened in a few moments.

After taking the woman behind him back to the base, Meursault, who knew he was relatively weak, offered to increase the reward.

But what I didn't expect was that Helen, who seemed to be in poor economic condition, didn't take the opportunity to raise the price~www.wuxiamtl.com~ but added the requirement of "feeding herself".

Meursault, who was very happy when he heard the news, never thought that the other party said he was full, not pork or beef, but living people!

There is no flesh bomb, but it is still very dangerous... After confirming from the perspective of the spiritual body and using the secret puppet for divination, Rosago was about to speak, but he heard the object of his protection, Beclon Jean. Ma Dan spoke with interest, and the expression on his face instantly became wonderful.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a few chops that can be replenished at any time. It doesn't matter how much you eat."

He passed over Rosago who was standing in front of him, ignoring the slow pull of the coachman behind him, slightly tilted his chin with stubble, looked down at the woman sitting opposite him and said:

"If you do well this time, I can consider taking you into my subordinate to satisfy your appetite and eat as much as you want."

Is he crazy? This is a "Rose Bishop"!

Rosago, who has been partnering with the ambassador for more than three years, looked beside him in disbelief, and his irritable impulses continued to flood his brain.

He knew that although Beckland likes women, he is not a person without vigilance and is very restrained.

Whether it is because of his own character or the characteristics of a "conspirator", he is better than most Intis officials in this regard.

But today, the always cautious Beckland actually planned to take the initiative to recruit a "Rose Bishop", which made Rosago, who was in charge of his security, suddenly feel the urge to have a brain hemorrhage.

Ignoring Beckland's offended expression, Rosago pressed his cheeks and whispered through his teeth:

"Have you not considered the possibility that she is a true believer of the Creator?"