Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

He quickly escaped from Tiemen Street with Ian, and stopped by the cafe near Backlund Bridge for dinner. Klein did not choose to return to his rented apartment, but stayed with Ian. A humble hotel chosen at random in the East End.

At the price of 9 soules a week, I only stayed for less than three nights this week... Klein sent Ian away from another room in the hotel, closed the door gently, and thought about himself The apartment that I rented when I first arrived in Backlund, the more I thought about it, the more I lost money.

He took a few quick steps and closed the curtains of the narrow window. He took out the usual silver dagger from his formal suit, sprayed his spirituality, and circled the room. An acquaintance created a solid spiritual wall.

After doing all of this, he took off the human skin mask that he had worn on his face for a day, and threw this magical item that would make his facial muscles stiff on the bed. The action of taking four steps in the opposite direction.

With the sudden roar and babble in his ears, Klein quickly passed through the thick gray fog dotted with thick color blocks, and his spiritual body appeared above the gray fog that seemed to be eternal.

Because he was involved in the dispute between the Zigman Party and Detective Zeriel, Klein, who may be in danger of his life, planned to ask his so-called half-body to see if the other party would have any suggestions.

He sat at the head of the long bronze table, looking a little awkwardly at the gray fog that was slowly escaping and seemed to be still in front of him, and his slightly raised right hand unconsciously tapped the edge of the table, as if he didn't know how to start.

After being silent for a long time, Klein, who felt that only by pulling his face down could really get resources, pursed the corners of his mouth, and called out tentatively at the empty, empty giant palace-like residence:

"'Mystery', I have something to ask you."

His energetic voice reverberated under the vast dome, but Klein was still the only one in the palace filled with mysterious gray fog.

What's the matter? Last time I came up, he was sitting across from me reading a book?

Why did he just disappear this time? Klein was suddenly nervous that "Mystery" did not appear, and looked around suspiciously.

The crimson stars exude a faint hazy shimmer, and the heavy and simple pillars support the infinitely high dome, as if it is more like a symbol, the thin gray fog is constantly changing under the impetus of the wind from nowhere. The shape is like a dream.

"There's really no one." Klein, who originally wanted to have a good talk with Mystery, frowned in disappointment, stared at the gray fog in front of him, and sighed silently.

Suddenly, his eyes swept to the notes placed by the long table, his thoughts changed, and he tentatively picked up the note that had not been touched by the original owner, and wanted to check the new content.

"What are you doing?" Just as he was about to open the blood-stained notebook, a familiar but unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.

"Mystery", who had not seen a figure just now, was sitting opposite Klein at the moment. The thin figure was even more illusory. The dark robe was dotted with soft and beautiful simple patterns that were heavy but not heavy.

Klein, who was startled, looked at the sound, but found that this god, who had always looked indifferent, was smiling slightly happily, and was looking at himself with his head sideways.

"What were you doing just now?" Klein, who couldn't think of a good opening remark, decided to be direct, put back his notes, and asked in a deep voice, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

The left hand propped up his head, and the "secret" who was sitting a little lazy smiled silently. On the soft face that was hidden by the gray fog and couldn't be seen clearly, the smile became more and more obvious, and the voice said lazily:

"It's nothing, I haven't been in a good state recently. I was a little sleepy just now."

"But you look cramped, huh, I haven't seen it for thousands of years, and I miss it a little."

"I look cramped?" Klein stopped his fingers tapping on the surface of the long bronze table, and was guided by his perception in reality. The muscles on his face also twitched a bit on the spiritual body, and he didn't quite understand what the other party meant.

"Mystery", who was wearing a black robe embellished with golden lines, sat upright, his slightly illusory figure gradually solidified, and the pale arms under the wide cuffs felt a real sense of life in a trance.

"After all, I have experienced so many things. If it weren't for the special authority and approach, I might not even remember what my hometown looked like, not to mention the simple and jerky myself?"

He put away his lazy and cynical look, and his gentle and calm voice re-occupied his throat. The slightly pleasant smile gradually disappeared, replaced by Klein's familiar dullness.

"It seems that you did get a boost in that crisis that could help you get your revenge."

He casually glanced at the two items that Klein had temporarily placed behind the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table. The gray mist covering his face slowly dissipated, and the beautiful elf face became clear.

That's really dangerous, but it doesn't seem to be my danger... Thinking back on his divination results and "Mystery"'s reminder to him that "divination is not omnipotent", Klein turned his thoughts and said with a slightly hesitant tone. own experience.

"I did get two items, but I didn't seem to be in any danger myself, but my employer, who became the biggest bearer of danger in this operation."

Hearing Klein's statement of "mystery", he thought for a while, his right hand gently rubbed his chin, his pure black eyes were slightly confused, as if he was reminiscing about the extremely distant past.

"Do you remember what the content of your divination was at that time?"

Suddenly being mentioned the divination from a few days ago, Klein was a little stunned. After searching in his mind for a while, he accurately recalled the specific content.

"There is great danger lurking behind the events that Detective Zerell is involved in."

"Yes, there is a huge danger hidden behind the incident that Detective Zeriel participated in. Is this incident over now?" The calm voice of "Mystery" listened to Klein's divination content, nodded approvingly, and then asked rhetorically. .

event over? Klein, who was opened up to new ideas, vaguely thought of something, but he couldn't be sure, so he had to answer mechanically.

"not yet."

Sitting opposite Klein, relying on the "mystery" of the high-backed chair under the long bronze table, seeing his guidance take effect, his pale and slender arms were slightly raised, and the silently flowing gray mist suddenly boiled, combined with the sudden appearance of The crimson light forms a flat, hazy canvas.

The information that Klein had just said was outlined spiritually and presented in detail on the "canvas" in Elvish language.

"Since the incident hasn't ended, the danger you predicted may not have happened yet." "Mystery" kindly added to the existing clues, like educating a child, with a gentle voice.

His thoughts gradually diverged, recalling what happened yesterday, Klein seemed to have found a breakthrough, bypassing his own limited thinking, his lips slightly opened, just about to say something, but suddenly found that an illusory star beside him suddenly swelled. , constantly rippling outwards.

Strange prayer?

Klein, whose train of thought was interrupted, turned his attention to "Mystery", but found that he shook his head slightly, indicating that this was not his own believer.

Klein, who remembered that Miss Justice might be attracting potential members of the Tarot Club recently, did not hesitate much. He tried to spread his spirituality and touched the illusory star that shrank as if he was breathing.

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

Inside an apartment in the Backlund Bridge District.

Xiu, who became bored because Fors was rushing to draft, finally picked up the quaint notebook that had been praised countless times by her friends.

"This is really too detailed. A lot of the history of the Fourth Epoch is written in great detail. Even what I've always wanted to know, the family that masters the 'apprentice' pathway has also been introduced..."

"This Tristan Eugen is definitely an excellent ancient scholar. He is so familiar with the 'apprentice' and the Abraham family and Tamara family who are in charge of it, and has introduced a lot of knowledge about the spiritual world... ."

Recalling that his friend kept exclaiming beside him last night, he was lying on the sofa, and Xio, who was a little lazy, opened the ancient document, because the bookmark inserted by Forsi directly turned to the corresponding page.

These two pages seem to mainly record an obscure **** in the Fourth Epoch-"Mysterious God", this is a strange **** that neither Hugh nor Fors has heard of~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In this book In the literature, the original author seems to be extremely shy about this unknown existence, and only mentioned his name. He did not describe his honorable name, authority, belief distribution, and deeds. He only mentioned him and the Abraham family and the Amon family. , the Antigonus family and other fallen nobles who often appear in the fourth century historical materials have a lot of connections.

However, a large number of supplements were added to this document, and a signature was specially signed. Tristan Eugen, who was praised by Fors, seemed to know this mysterious **** very well, and filled the vacancies of authority and honorable names. , humility and respect are revealed everywhere in his words, making people doubt whether he is a believer of this god.

"Fors also specially translated the annotations here..." Xio, who found that something was scribbled on his friend's bookmark, picked up the bookmark that was originally a postcard, and identified it a little, corresponding to the one above. The Elvish language, not very skilled, silently recited the translation written by Fors.

She sat cross-legged on the sofa, her short blond hair was stubbornly curled up a few times, and she flipped through the bookmarked postcard a few times, only to put it back in place when she found that there was no other text.

I don't know why, but the author has been annotating in Elvish...

Just when she was about to turn to the front and actually start reading, her scattered thoughts suddenly turned back.

Xio raised his head sharply, his dark green eyes full of terror.

Did I just chant the honorable name of a great being!

As soon as this terrifying thought appeared, Xio jumped up from the sofa and ran to Fors's room who was writing a book.

But before she could take two steps, a deep red burst silently in her eyes.

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