Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Can't you fix it yourself?"

Evan Stone has always been a rather magical person in the Eastern District, especially the people here in the garment factory. They all know that his words seem to have magic power. There is no element of yin and yang, but once it is matched with his extremely decadent face that exudes a negative atmosphere everywhere, he will be inexplicably angry and want to beat this man.

"It's still the same as before, keep it as it is now, and then help me strengthen the thread, his left hand may become loose again..." But Helen, who has known Mr. Stone for many years, obviously has her own A set of coping methods.

She ignored Evan who was picking up a pair of dead fish eyes, but staggered the other party's question and put forward her own request directly.

Evan, who was ignored, took out a brush from the drawer of the dilapidated wooden table, wrapped it in a towel and wiped it aside, and then swayed the dust hidden in the furry of the bear doll.

"What the **** did you do with him?"

"Why is it all ashes and slime on you?"

"I made some extra money, and by the way, I got rid of a disgusting and annoying person and grabbed a good thing." Although her body became a little weak because she failed to replenish her flesh and blood in time after the battle, Helen was in a good mood at this time and was neat and tidy. The willow eyebrows raised, adding a touch of vitality to the haggard and beautiful face.

While listening to Helen's high-pitched bragging, Evan pinched the needle with his left hand and the thread with his right, squinting and threading the thread through the eye of the silver needle, making a needle flower familiarly.

"Sounds good, so when are you going to pay me back?"

As we all know, Loen is a country that pays attention to subtlety, but compared to the subtlety in Vanity Fair, most of the means of communication in the civilian class, in daily life, tend to be direct, such as Evan Stone's this The sentence, in the sentence, directly points to the core of the problem.

Although she was mentally prepared, Helen was still gagged, and Helen, who was unable to draw out what she had earned, was a little annoyed. The low-pitched babble that had been echoing in her ears suddenly became clear, and her blood vessels thumped.

She took a deep breath, and with her more than 20 years of experience, she took the initiative to suppress the desire to listen to the ravings, and took out a silver-white necklace and a broad sword branded from the wide dark red robe. The miniature medal with the pattern was lightly patted on the wooden table.

"Look at what these are and how much they're worth. I'll have the money to pay you back after I sell them."

Evan, who had just inserted the silver needle into the bear doll's left arm, was a little surprised, but still obeyed the request of the big girl Helen and picked up the two things on the table.

After all, after five years of understanding, he thought he understood the shallower level of Helen.

This seemingly cold big girl may be an out-and-out monster, can eat people, and has no reverence for human life, but she also maintains the innocent side of a child, and often feels happy, or angry, emotional because of some small things Somewhat unstable.

As a "provocateur", Evan could only think of various ways to coax the child and avoid unnecessary conflicts because he couldn't beat this natural "Rose Bishop".

He put on the glasses he usually used when repairing and making dolls, knocking the upper and lower front teeth together, silently turning on his spiritual vision, and carefully examining the spirituality attached to these two items.

After a while, Evan, who looked a little straight, reluctantly put down the necklace in his hand, and said slightly enviously:

"A Sequence Seven Sealed Artifact, I can't tell the specific way, but it gives me the feeling that it is very similar to some Beyonders of the Church of the Evernight. It has the ability to use undead, and it can be bought for about 4,000 pounds."

"The other one is not very valuable. It is estimated that it is a charm that does not have a long use time. It can only be used once. It seems that it should be from the 'warrior' pathway. How much you buy depends on your needs."

Helen, who had originally heard that an item could be bought for four thousand pounds, instinctively began to calculate how long she could eat by herself, and suddenly smiled, her cheeks on both sides were propped up by the air, and she was a little depressed.

"Tsk, I should have stolen the pieces that were farther away..."

She didn't feel sad for a long time, and immediately changed her mind and asked Evan who had just picked up the silver needle again:

"When will the Eye of Wisdom meet next time?"

"Are you going?" Evan raised his brows at Evan, who never concealed his participation in an Extraordinary gathering, and the movement of threading the needle was suddenly a little sluggish.

He thought for a few seconds, as if he had remembered something, picked up the silver needle in his right hand, and then said with a normal expression:

"Next Monday, you can come with me. If you sell something and give me five pounds, it will be interest for such a long time."

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

"Do you know the Beyonder gathering in Backlund?" Klein, who took off his black-rimmed glasses and kneaded his face against the side effects of the magical item, asked Ian beside him in a low voice, a surprise hidden in his tone.

Ian, who was tidying up the room and checking the bedding for mice and cockroaches, nodded casually, first glanced at Klein, and after receiving a positive response from the other party, he also lowered his voice and said:

"I have attended several similar gatherings with Mr. Zerrell before, but I only know two places with specific information."

"The convener of the party in one place is very powerful, but the atmosphere of the whole party is relatively depressed; in the other place, the party is relatively casual, but the strength of the convenor is relatively weak, and the resources are much less."

A difficult store, a resident store?

Klein, who used the thinking in past entertainment games to quickly classify the two gatherings, had a clear idea, but for safety, he still asked one more question. After all, Beyonder gatherings in big cities are not necessarily as loose as Tingen's. Even indirectly controlled by official Beyonders.

"Do you know anything about the convener of the two parties?"

No matter he is more serious about everything, Ian, who is very attentive, raised his head unhurriedly, and answered directly without thinking about it:

"The more powerful one is called 'Mr. A', and the other is the old gentleman 'Eye of Wisdom'."

"Mr. A's party is mainly to see if there are obvious signs on the street lights near the Backlund Bridge. Generally, near the pontoon bridge, the date of the party will be written in graffiti; as for Mr. Eye of Wisdom's party, this is mainly in the "Becklund". From the advertisement page of the Deutsche Post newspaper, there is a unique set of dark text."

Ian, who has been serving Detective Zeriel as an intelligence worker all the year round, added relevant information to his familiarity according to his past habits, helping Klein better understand the two parties.

Mr. A! Klein, who had killed a member of the Aurora Society and received a letter about Mr. Z, trembled at the corners of his mouth, almost breaking the stiffness on his face due to the negative effects.

It turned out to be a party hosted by the Aurora Club. Isn't this a cult offline party!

Because he was kneading his face, Klein, whose micro-expression was blocked by his hand, quickly adjusted his expression and made his own judgment as usual:

"Let's go to the gathering hosted by the Eye of Wisdom, and start with safety."

"By the way, Ian, do you know where to buy a gun?"

"I need to replenish the ammo I used up in the battle."

When he finally escaped, although Klein still held a half box of tarot cards and a standard revolver provided by Detective Zeriel, the ammunition had run out.

As a "clown" who has few other means of attack besides being good at close combat, Klein had to rely on the power of firearms, otherwise he might not be able to exert one-tenth of his strength in battle.

"I do know where the guns are sold, but it's almost the same place as the party hosted by the Eye of Wisdom."

"And to participate in that party, we also need the help of the bar owner. We can get to know each other first tonight, and then we will officially attend the party next week."

Because of the two days of running around, Ian hasn't had time to check the Backlund Post, so he can only roughly calculate that the party will be held next week based on past experience.

Klein, who had almost zero knowledge of Backlund's local forces, calmly took out a coin, raised his thumb slightly, and the bronzed penny whirled in the air and landed smoothly back to Klein. hands.

front.

He looked at the results of his divination, and the "divination is not omnipotent" that "Mystery" warned flashed in his mind, his brows were slightly wrinkled and relaxed, and he smiled lightly.

"Okay, we'll go to the bar you mentioned tonight."

......

Under the leadership of Ian, Klein took advantage of the dim light of the sparse street lamps to bypass the more lively road and turned into a dark alley.

The environment here is more gloomy~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The pungent soot can be seen everywhere, as if covered with a layer of gray filter.

They walked quickly and without hesitation came to a bar in the middle of the street. Ian walked forward very "professional", ignoring the scrutiny of the big man who was nearly two meters tall with his arms around his arms, and led Klein directly. Pushing open the heavy black wooden door, he walked into the bar.

Squeak.

With the whine of the heavy wooden door, the cheers and cheers in the bar immediately occupied Klein's ears, and the rich aroma of wine overflowed from the crack of the door, causing the big man at the door to drool.

Feeling the long-lost heat wave, Ian froze for a moment, then turned his neck, and said in a hoarse voice:

"We're going straight to the boss here, Caspers."

Klein nodded, watching with some curiosity that the atmosphere was obviously better than all the bars he had seen before, and Ian walked to the bar in the middle of the bar in tandem.

Luckily for him today, in a linen shirt, with a huge, open scar on his face, and with a very obvious rosacea, Caspars is taking over the job of the bar, talking and laughing pouring drinks for the guests around him.

"Hey, remember me, I'm an old man!" Ian trotted into the high chair next to the bar and counted out eight coins, "Have a South Wales beer."

Caspars glanced at him unexpectedly, muttered and poured a glass of beer, just about to push it to Ian, but found that the other party's hand was pointing to the side, and he made an effort, signaling to hand it to the side.

Having gotten rid of the side effects of the magical item, Klein, who has a mature and stable atmosphere, took the glass of beer familiarly, took a sip, and said with a flat smile:

"Sherlock Moriarty, thank you for the beer."

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