Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The hired carriage bumped through the streets under construction. The clucking noise was extremely annoying. The cramped space was full of musty odors of unknown origin. Outside the car was a choking yellowish fog.

But this harsh environment didn't kill the good mood of the passengers in the carriage. Xio and Forsi seemed to have not noticed all this, and their faces were still blank. They held the paper bags and books in their palms with their hands, and their eyes seemed a little dull. .

Xio, who kept rubbing the surface of the paper bag with his fingers, still couldn't believe that he really received the 800 pound reward. He turned to his sideways friend and said softly:

"Fors, pinch me, I feel like I'm dreaming."

"I also feel like I'm dreaming..." Forsi, who was bowing his head, kept following the fingers that were tapped on the page, murmured silently, and answered Xio's question with less concentration.

She was extremely focused on reading the ancient documents she had just obtained from Miss Audrey, and found that in addition to the originally recorded history of the Fourth Epoch, there were also a lot of notes and annotations from the suspected original owner.

The original owner of this book should be a very good ancient scholar... Forsi, who was completely attracted by the magnificent stories recorded on the pages, turned over the cover and found an ink almost completely on the inside of the cardboard case. Divergent, has been shaded into the floral signature inside the carton.

Unlike other books, the owner of this document used an uncommon Elvish language when signing, and it took Fors a lot of effort to barely recognize the word "Tristan Eugen".

"What are you looking at?" Xio, who found that his friend didn't seem to be very interested in the 800-pound money, took the initiative to join up, and his short blond hair was squeezed on Forsi's cheek, a little curious.

Forsi, whose stubborn short hair was itchy, flashed to his side subconsciously, closed the document in his hand and kneaded his cheeks, saying:

"It's nothing, it's just that the book that Miss Audrey gave really records a lot of knowledge. I really don't know where she got it from."

"Didn't she say this is her birthday present?" Xio, who was wearing a knight's uniform, tidied up his hem, held the thin line of the paper bag in his arms with his left hand, and said indifferently, "Almost everyone knows that, Miss Audrey likes to study things related to mysticism, and it is not incomprehensible that some people send a relatively precious ancient book in order to please her."

After hearing her friend's explanation and agreeing to this statement, Forsi nodded slightly, and immediately remembered the strange signature just now. She couldn't hold back her own curiosity, as if she was thinking about something, so she thoughtfully and tentatively said:

"Aren't you a nobleman of the kingdom before, have you heard of the name Tristan Eugen?"

Xio, who was suddenly brought up with the past, didn't show the loss as Fors had worried, but thought about it very seriously for a while, and after realizing that he really couldn't think of anything, he puffed up his chest very confidently.

"It's definitely not a Loen nobleman, at least not for the past 100 years."

"It's not from Loen?" Forsi, who got the vague answer, was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Where is that from? Think about it again, you can't have no impression at all, right?"

Having found that his friend was not fooled by him, Xio felt the gradually weakening bumps of the carriage when he got off his seat, coughed lightly, turned and opened the curtains of the carriage window, looked at the surrounding environment, and spoke quickly:

"I'm not an aristocrat before I should learn heraldry, how can I remember it so clearly... Well, I'm home, I rarely got so much money today, I'll treat you to Intis University Meals, deduct from my share!"

After she finished speaking, she quickly jumped out of the carriage and almost ran into the coachman who came to remind her. She took out the change in the inner pocket of the knight's uniform in an awkward manner, and picked up a few coins to pay for the fare.

After doing all this, she turned around and looked back as usual:

"What are you waiting for, I'm hungry."

Alas... In the carriage, Forsi, who was still in the position just now, sighed softly, put away the precious ancient books, and got off the carriage while being picked up by a one-meter-five knight.

"I want to drink today, you are not allowed to stop me."

"No...yes, Miss Wall!" Xio, who was swept away, quickly changed his words, imitating the tone of his childhood knight tutor, and saluted extremely solemnly.

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

Backlund West District, Intis Embassy.

The military attache in the embassy had just sent off the members of MI9 who came to inquire, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

Just this morning, Major General Qonas Kilger of MI9 suddenly "visited" the Intis embassy.

As soon as the deputy director of the major general entered the door, he put on a full posture, using the reason that he found traces of high-level demon activities in the western part of Backlund, and demanded a thorough investigation of the embassy to ensure the personal safety of the diplomats of neighboring countries.

Originally, when the military attache in charge of duty went to report to Ambassador Beckland today, he was ready to bear the ambassador's anger, but it is surprising that Ambassador Beckland, who is usually very sensitive to this kind of behavior that violates his own dignity, now acquiesced to MI9. The actions of all sides made the military attachés who secretly served the Sauron family begin to doubt whether this person has been bought by the Loen side, ready to secretly inform their superiors.

Decorated with delicate gold sculptures, very rich in Intis style, in the luxurious but not vulgar corridor, a gentleman with black hair and blue eyes and a light beard on his chin strode forward, his face flat.

He did not shy away from the staff in the embassy still in the corridor, pushed the door directly, and walked into Ambassador Beckland's office.

"Have you got it?" With his back to the door, and admiring the sun that had just penetrated the clouds, Beckland, whose mouth was slightly raised, turned around, his light blue eyes swept slightly, and his eyes stopped at Rosago, which was almost imperceptible. , a slightly puffed chest.

Rosago, who had just left the police station and fabricated a suicide case, was in high spirits, suppressed by the ability of the "clown", and the displeasure that had been accumulating in his heart suddenly jumped to his face.

"I got it, but the situation is too urgent. I can't cover up the trail very well. I can only arrange for 'suicide' as my replacement."

"This method is too obvious. There could have been a better method, but that 'Bishop Rose' ran away, and I don't have the ability in this regard. As long as MI9 wants to investigate, they will always find out."

He didn't save face for Beckland at all, he pointed out the crime of "Bishop Rose" escaping without concealment, and at the same time, he took out the target's document and a piece of delicate yellow paper from the collar at the chest of the formal suit, and put them in the place. On the large desk in front of him.

"My secret puppet was also scrapped. Fortunately, this 'notarial certificate', although there was no clause about escape in your contract with her at that time, we can also find her out based on the residual spirituality on it. "

"Find it out?" Beckland, who had been silent and didn't refute at all, suddenly asked, a burst of desire surged in his pale blue eyes, and then disappeared again.

Rosago, who noticed that his boss was abnormal, didn't care, he just thought it was the other person's head that was hot again, and had a meaning for the "Rose Bishop" with a soft and beautiful face, smiled sarcastically, and said cruelly:

"Yes, find out, I need a new secret puppet."

"Of course, it may be difficult for me to deal with her alone. I need the help of the military attache in the embassy, ​​a Sequence Seven helper will do."

Standing with his hands behind his back, Baker Lang was silent for a while, then leaned over slightly, pinched the warm yellow paper, admiring the intricate golden patterns on its surface, speaking slowly:

"Leave this matter for a while, you go to investigate that Zeriel first."

"Meursault and the others handed in two documents. Oh, that Feysac barbarian also hired a mid-sequence helper, and he usually raises a kid who has access to the KGB Sarr, so kill them all first. Now, to ensure the confidentiality of this matter."

"If you can bring them both, I'll send two 'Sun Priests' to find that new secret puppet with you."

Backlund, who seemed to have lost interest in Helen, looked in front of him and remained silent for a while, then obediently took back the "notarial certificate", and Rosago, who left quietly, turned back to the sunny side with a dull expression, admiring the rare sight of Backlund. of sunlight.

Strange, why did I have such a big interest in that woman before, this is not my style... If it is normal, I will definitely try to do it after I am sure it is safe... How can I take the initiative To reach out to this latent lunatic, to reach out to believers of the true creator...I was so impulsive at the time... Rosago didn't stop me...

Immediately, Beckland suddenly remembered the excuse of MI9 to investigate the embassy in the morning, and recalled the unreasonable actions of himself and his subordinates the night before, and the thoughts in his mind became clearer.

Could it be that someone manipulated my desires?

"Apostle of Desire?" He squinted slightly~www.wuxiamtl.com~, feeling the warm and warm sunshine on his body, and the emotions hidden in the light blue eyes were difficult to decipher.

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

East District, Little Warhorse Street.

This place originally belonged to the era of knights, and was the center of the horse farms dedicated to the nobles of Backlund.

But in the early days of the Industrial Revolution, when the knights were gradually declining, the newly formed Bavart Bank acquired this horse farm with an excellent location and transformed it into a cluster-type industrial area, mainly engaged in cotton spinning and garment production.

It was twelve o'clock at noon, and it was the time when the female workers in the garment factory got off work.

The torrent of gray and blue is constantly pouring out from the "narrow" factory gate, completely covering up the original color of Little War Horse Street.

Helen wearing a dark red robe was mixed in, and it was not very conspicuous. Even if the clothes were different from those around them, the workers who had been tired for 7 hours would ignore these details.

Taking advantage of her special body, she kept moving through the crowd, moving as gently as possible, and crossed more than 200 meters against the crowd, but rarely knocked down a single person. ,

Attracted by the scent of flesh and blood, Helen yawned, her face was haggard and dark circles appeared under her eyes again, she slowed down, and walked to a cramped toy store.

"Ston, there's a business." She ignored the fact that she was still on the street, took out the tightly wrapped puppet from the flesh and blood gap in her abdomen, and placed it on the table of the boss who was looking down for something, with an unceremonious tone. .

With the thread in his mouth and a silver needle in his hand, Evan Stone raised his head slowly, drooling, and there was a hint of impatience on his sullen face.

"Can't you fix it yourself?"

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