Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

Vol 2 Chapter 24: Sudden increase in tasks

Looking at the "Judgment" card floating on the long table, Xio was stunned and said:

"It met my expectations."

Saying that, she humbly accepted the tarot card that flew to her hand, and then bowed to the "mystery" shrouded in the thick gray fog.

"Mystery", who was sitting at the head of the long bronze table, nodded lightly and explained plainly:

"Backlund time, every Monday, at three o'clock in the afternoon, gather in this gray fog and prepare in advance."

"At the party, intelligence, materials, recipes, and knowledge can be exchanged, and tasks can be delegated to other members by paying a certain price."

Xio considered the announcement, and after two seconds of silence, with some surprise in his tone, he suddenly said:

"Yes, Mr. Fool."

This means that her "Arbiter" follow-up materials and recipes have a direction!

Just when she was fantasizing about the future, the "secret" that had ended the things she had arranged for her half-body moved her fingers and said indifferently:

"Okay, that's it for today, remember, don't talk about my name without my permission."

"Follow your will, Mr. Fool!"

Without waiting for Xiu to stand up and salute, a burst of crimson burst silently at her position, wrapping her petite figure, and instantly disappeared above the gray fog.

With the dim crimson light extinguished, silence once again occupied the empty, majestic palace like the dwelling of a giant, and for a moment no one spoke.

Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long table, watched silently watching his half body, and couldn't help but asked:

"Why did you give me the codename of 'World'?"

"Mystery" wearing a double-breasted trench coat and black formal suit snapped his fingers softly, and with a snap, the clothes on the two of them changed back, but the position under them remained unchanged.

"Didn't you always want a 'trumpet'?"

"It's a great opportunity."

Hearing that the so-called half-body seemed to be fine, and he even cared about himself, Klein frowned slowly, and said in a low voice:

"But at the next meeting, what should I do if this so-called Mr. World doesn't show up?"

I'm afraid you're not trying to usurp my party dominance... Klein, who maliciously guessed the "secret" idea, frowned, and his tone sounded a little sarcastic.

"Mystery", who could probably guess the malicious conjecture in his head, turned his head sideways indifferently, and unconsciously tapped the edge of the long bronze table with the fingers of his right hand.

"Actually, it won't be long before you can actually make a 'trumpet' that can be used."

"Huh?" Klein was at a loss for a while, not reflecting the other party's meaning.

"Mystery" looked at him blankly, not very smart, his gentle voice sounded, and patiently explained:

"You can wait patiently, maybe next time you get together, you'll find a way to make a trumpet."

"Before that, I can help you play the 'world' in advance."

Help me play "the world" ahead of time...  

Why is the word "play", and since there is such an opportunity, why let him play "the world"?

Klein calmly adjusted his expression, his brows were still furrowed, but his tone had softened, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Why don't you play the 'The Fool', and I play the 'World'. Didn't you learn how I usually preside over a party just now?"

This is not because he has stopped guarding against the so-called half-body recently, but after careful thinking, he feels that he really has no capital to fight against. It is better to use the olive branch thrown by the current "secret" to enrich himself.

Whether it was Klein taking the initiative to come to "Mystery" to discuss the problems he encountered today, or Klein's initiative to let "Mystery" contact the party that he used to help revenge, there were factors in this regard.

Hearing that Klein suddenly changed his personality, he offered to play the role of "The Fool" and gave up the leadership of the party. "Mystery" raised his right hand very seriously, rubbed his chin, and after two seconds of silence, he replied seriously:

"It's not impossible, this may help you play."

?

Did you really agree?

He vaguely remembered the last time He "escaped" at the speed of light because of the three-headed dragon, Loholid. Klein was not happy at first, but wondered if he was Misheard.

But what does "acting" mean, and why does it help my "acting", do some sequences after "diver" require such an experience to "acting"?

Although his mind was full of various questions, Klein nodded slightly calmly, and said slowly:

"Okay, we can follow this plan at the next meeting."

"Mystery" nodded silently, the pale and thin figure was no longer real, and became more and more illusory.

Having experienced the interruption from the lady recommended by Miss Justice, the original discussion between Klein and Mystery about Klein's imminent danger recently must not continue.

After Klein was silent for a while, he silently spread his spirituality to wrap himself up and quickly escaped from the gray fog.

In the small hotel in the Eastern District, Klein was lying flat on a narrow wooden bed, beside him was a human-skin mask that could change his appearance. The slightly damp sheet pierced his cheeks.

He stared blankly at the ceiling stained with all kinds of dark stains, listening to the cold wind outside the venue, under the exhaustion left by the squeeze for many days, I do not know when to fall asleep, even the double-breasted button on his body. The coat and black formal suit were not taken off either.

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

"Hugh, wake up, wake up!" Hearing a muffled sound outside the door, Forsi, who came out to check, squatted beside his friend's unconscious body, pushed her body in a panic, and called out her name anxiously.

Suddenly, with the return of the spirit body, he felt a little pain in his forehead, and Xio, whose body was shaken, frowned slightly, and got up with a hum, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Forsi's blue eyes were concerned. staring at himself.

Xio, who had just been told by the gods to "don't think of his name in vain", was a little flustered, and his eyes were erratic and said:

"How did you get out?"

"I also want to ask why you fell down by the door?" Forsi, who was wearing loose pajamas, patted the dust on his friend's body and helped her up.

"I..." Xio, who didn't think of what reason he used to prevaricate for a while, rolled his eyes, pointed to the ancient book that he had thrown on the sofa and spread it out, and said in a loud voice, "That ancient book, When I was deciphering some elvish texts, I felt very tired for some reason, as if I had consumed a lot of spirituality, and then I wanted to ask you if this was the case when you were translating the content, but I didn't even get to the door. I fainted..."

With his arms folded and his chin slightly raised, Fors looked down at his lying friend with sharp eyes and raised his left eyebrow slightly.

Some guilty Xio said that his voice became quieter, and then he stopped talking. After deliberation for a long time, he pretended to be indescribable, and "confessed":

"I read that honorable name, the honorable name you translated."

"And then!" Hearing that her friend had made such a fatal mistake, Fors was obviously agitated, blinked her eyes, and quickly climbed up her arms with both hands, carefully examining her body, "Where is your brain! There should be nothing wrong, why did you faint just now?"

His arms were a little painful from being caught, and the lips on his tender face twitched. Xio kept his friend and comforted:

"Nothing happened, really just suddenly tired and passed out, so much better than how much pain you wailing at every full moon."

Forsi was stunned by the sudden mention of his own affairs, then sent his hands away, gave his friend a blank look, and thought for a long time before saying:

"The next party, just the one hosted by Mr. A, where we can find someone who is good at purification, this kind of thing can't be careless."

Specially looking for someone who is good at purification to do purification... I roughly calculated how much it would cost, and after struggling for a while, in order to stabilize my friend, I still agreed with a heavy heart.

"No problem, maybe it really works."

Seeing that his friend agreed to his proposal, Forsi, who found that there was no other way, looked around the room for a week, walked quickly to the sofa, took the ancient documents that he had placed outside the house, and then walked back to his room.

When she was about to close the door, she suddenly paused, then turned her body halfway, and said in a less confident manner, covering up.

"If it really doesn't work, we may be able to recite the honorable name of that Highness. He seems to be a very kind person."

After finishing speaking, it seemed that Fors himself thought this sentence was funny, half-closed the door, and then re-engaged in the long draft battle.

Why do you have the same evaluation of the angel as Mr. Fool... Xio stared at the door of the room, and after a belly snort, he returned to the sofa, in advance for the gold pound he was about to die as soon as he got it. Prayer started.

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

In a hotel somewhere in Port Enmat, Ambrosius, who was savouring the warm and humid coffee~www.wuxiamtl.com~ exuding a strong aroma, suddenly froze, and then silently put down the coffee. The bone china cup against his lips kneaded his temples, which were supposed to be painless.

Why did the Lord suddenly ask me to track down the Psychology Alchemy Society and the Twilight Hermit Society, weren’t these tasks Edmund’s task before?

One thing to say, why would a thousand-year-old old angel like me fight for a job with a kid who is in his prime?

Although I can't stop slandering in my heart. Tucao, but Ambrosius still touched his chest with his hands reverently, bowed to the "mystery" who may have already turned his eyes here, and then continued to taste his own coffee.

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

"Oh, someone got Tristan's notes." Edmund, who was wandering on an island in the Southern Continent, with his back to the frozen twilight, kept releasing "Mysterious Reappearance", affecting the things in the deep pit below him. With his right hand on his chest, he respectfully saluted to the infinite heights.

In the Lord's oracle just now, he specifically mentioned a note that originally belonged to Tristan, asking him to trace the traces of the arrangements made by the members of the Twilight Hermit Society behind.

"However, according to the time, Tristan's ceremony should be over soon. Although there is no need to worry about the safety of his body, he still needs to go back and have a look." Edmund, who was floating in the air and surrounded by illusory butterflies, frowned slightly. , his deep eyes looked at the square deep pit that continued to extend to the ground below, and the "mysterious reappearance" of spiritual support beside him continued to superimpose.

Finally, one after another, beautiful flowers burst out of the ground, and a broken skeleton that had fallen on the edge of the deep pit also united with the deep purple light under the ribs, and the illusory skin and cloak gradually emerged, staggering to stand up. , the appearance is no different from Edmund in mid-air.

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