Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"We were attacked while we were squatting in the sewers to defend members of the Zigman Party..."

"That enemy was very cunning and fooled Detective Zeriel, piercing his heart directly..."

"This is how the whole thing went." Klein leaned against a relatively clean wooden table in an ordinary restaurant in Chorwood District, with several plates of finished food and a half-drinked glass of milk stacked in front of him.

Opposite the wooden table, Ian, who bowed his head silently, took a sip of dark brown and nearly black coffee, his expression a little down.

"The Zigman Party will not give up like this, and the boss of Detective Zeriel... He is indeed a spy for Feysac, and he has a code for contacting the intelligence agency of Feysac. , they will certainly pursue this information out of confidentiality considerations."

"And, and, oh, my new identity is over." At the end, Ian's tone became more and more low, he laughed at himself, and took another sip of the coffee that looked bitter.

new identity? His thoughts were clearer, and Klein, who was not affected by the other party's emotions, raised his brows and changed his sitting position calmly.

"It turns out that you served him for this. What was your original identity?"

The seemingly normal question hit Ian's wound unintentionally, making this seemingly mature, but immature big boy a little helpless for a while, and it has been difficult to speak, so he has to drink bitter coffee constantly.

After a long time, Ian, who had probably adjusted his mood, broke the silence and took the initiative to say:

"I was originally from the Southern Continent, a mixed blood from the Southern Continent."

Mixed blood?

It's not like... Klein, who was intrigued, kept moving his eyes, carefully examining the facial features of the other party, and did not see the faces of Mr. Azik or the various service personnel in the Southern Continent. The feeling of soft facial features.

Although Ian looks handsome and can almost try to disguise himself as a woman with long hair, his facial features are still deep and tough, with sharp edges and corners that are common in Northern Continents.

Seemingly seeing Klein's puzzlement, the depressed Ian pursed his lips and said with a sigh:

"Mr. Moriarty, not all southern mainlanders have brown skin and soft facial features."

"You should know about the Solomon Empire during the Fourth Epoch, right?"

Originally, he was rather surprised, but Klein, whose topic suddenly involved his major, suddenly tightened his train of thought and recalled his knowledge of the Solomon Empire in the Fourth Epoch.

Of course, in order to maintain the character design, he couldn't directly say to Ian that he knew it well. He could only put on the identity of Sherlock Moriarty and nodded ignorantly, indicating that he was not an illiterate who didn't even know basic history.

Of course, it is fortunate that I set this identity to be proficient in criminal investigation, and I am good at solving problems by deductive method. If it really follows the prototype, Professor Light's "Asteroid Mechanics" can make me directly give up...

Ian looked at Detective Moriarty and nodded ignorantly, as if he had probably heard similar historical stories, but he didn't understand it as well as professionals, and immediately lowered his voice and explained patiently:

"The Solomon Empire is the first unified country to appear in the Fourth Epoch. Its territory is not only the countries of the Northern Continent, but also a part of the territory of the Southern Continent, and it established a city-state long before the Balam Empire."

"At that time, immigrants from the North Continent had already appeared on the South Continent, and it was also the source of the 'white goods' in the slave trade between the North and South Continents."

"My mother is a 'white goods' in the Southern Continent. He was bought by my father who went to the Xingxing Plateau to do business. They developed feelings for each other during their long-term company, and finally gave birth to me..." Ian, with bright red eyes, recalled the distant past, and there was a hint of nostalgia and softness in his eyes.

He paused for a while, his body suddenly stopped, and then he quickly picked up the coffee cup that was almost bottomed out on the table, and snorted the last residue.

After doing all this, he barely adjusted his state, and then said:

"In short, I don't have a legal identity in the Northern Continent, and I belong to a mixed-race group that is more likely to be discriminated against. Originally, if Detective Zeriel succeeded, he promised to take me back to Feysac and would give me an officially recognized identity certificate. , a decent job."

"Heh..." Another self-deprecating laugh, Ian moved his facial muscles and moved his neck a few times, "Maybe I'm really easy to use, he intends to let me continue to be his subordinate, I originally Looking forward to it.”

Klein, who was sitting lazily against the back of the chair, listened to all the stories in silence without commenting. He just sighed softly, picked up the cold milk in front of him, and held it halfway in the air.

"Then what are you going to do now, leave Backlund to avoid the Zigman Party's investigation, or find another way out?"

"I want to follow you." Ian on the opposite side hardly thought much, and quickly said his plan.

He saw Klein's surprise, but he didn't give a time to be refuted. Instead, he continued to state his thoughts quickly:

"Since you can escape from the killers of the Zigman Party, it shows that you have a certain ability to protect yourself, and you may be an Extraordinary like Detective Zeriel."

"And judging from your previous behavior, you should have just arrived in Backlund, and you are not familiar with the various channels here, and you are not familiar with the secret channels here. I can help you with all these."

"And we are also the assistants of Detective Zeriel, no matter what our identity is, we have already entered the field of vision of the Zigman Party. They have risen rapidly recently, and they are definitely capable of tracing the participants in this matter on a large scale, but if With me helping you, you can at least prepare well and not rush to deal with it."

One reason after another was laid out, and Ian's analysis was presented in front of Klein's eyes. In a few sentences, he clarified his current needs and the threats he was about to face.

In fact, he is right at all. What Klein lacks most now is the local strength of Backlund. Although there is Miss Justice, a member of the noble party at the Tarot Club, he must not be a "Fool". Make a request.

Even if Miss Justice said last time to contact other potential friends who may participate in the party, it may be possible to add some channels for the Tarot Club to correspond to the middle and lower groups of Backlund, but Klein wants to really mobilize, and wants to take the initiative to obtain it. Information and items are also very passive.

Considering the reality, Ian's proposal turned out to be the best solution... After carefully weighing his own resources and considering all parties, Klein stretched out his hand hesitantly, rubbed his chin, and remained silent. After two seconds, he said slowly:

"Yes, I think you will be a very good helper."

......

"Am I not a good helper?"

In Viscount Grelint's home in Queens, the door to the study was tightly closed, completely separating the four people inside from the outside guests who participated in the salon.

Audrey, who just smiled and asked her friend jokingly, sipped her black tea, her beautiful green eyes revealing youthful vigor and playfulness.

"No, Audrey, of course you are a good experimental assistant, but in terms of pharmacy, I think you need more exercise." Viscount Grelint, who was sitting in a more casual posture, wearing a dark green shirt, raised his mouth slightly and smiled. replied.

His gaze stayed on the opposite friend, and he took a few glances at Audrey's fluffy cake skirt and the layered lace hem. He nodded in approval, and then turned sideways to look at the other two guests.

"Fors, actually sometimes I'm thinking, why don't you wear more gorgeous clothes? Your clothes are always too serious now."

Forsi, who was suddenly mentioned, glanced at his clothes embellished with ruffles, and then curled his lips. His voice was hoarse after smoking too much when he was rushing to the draft a few days ago.

"As a writer, you should always be more serious. It's easy to lose inspiration if you are too picky."

She ignored the teasing gazes of her cohabiting friends, her lazy temperament did not restrain her, and continued:

"Also, the various rituals and potions of the Beyonders are very expensive, so I can only reluctantly part with them."

This sentence is well said, I didn't ask for money directly... Compared with my friends, I have less experience in this area and usually deal with people more directly. Today's Xiaoqing is very satisfied, and it is rare that he did not dismantle the other party~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Grelint, who was sitting on the side of the sun, cast a glance at Audrey beside him, and found that this man was never short of money. , The observant lady has already taken out the paper bag in her hand, and said in a sweet voice:

"This reminds me, Hugh, Fors, this is the commission I commissioned you to investigate for me last time."

"I'm very sorry to put you in danger, this is what you deserve."

Except for His Highness Ambrosius, he had already written to Audrey's Hugh about his encounter with Qilingus and he could only get away with it. to get a pack of banknotes.

Feeling the weight of the gold pound, she thanked her very sincerely:

"Miss Audrey, thank you for your generosity, your integrity will make you more beautiful."

While speaking, Forsi, who was sitting lazily on the sofa by the side, had already stood up, her bumpy figure was pressing on the side of Xio's slightly thin body, and she almost couldn't wait to open the paper package.

While laughing, Xio, who felt that her friend was a little embarrassed, glared at her, then untied the thin thread wrapped around the surface of the paper bag together, and saw the banknotes inside, as well as a book with a simple cover.

"What is this?" Forsi, who was relatively in a better financial situation, picked up the book that was pressed down by a stack of banknotes, and carefully opened the cover.

Sitting on the side with a reserved posture, Audrey with a smile on her innocent face explained in an ethereal voice:

"This is an ancient document about the history of the Quaternary Epoch that I received on my previous birthday. It records some content about mysticism. I intend to use it as compensation for the danger you encountered this time."

"With the 800 pounds, this is the full reward."

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