Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Hugh, how's it going, is purification useful?" Seeing her friend returning from the corridor, Forsi immediately cheered up, looked at her vain footsteps, and asked in a deep voice.

She was still in a trance after meeting a demigod, Hugh. Although she had run into a real angel not long ago, and even joined a party hosted by an ancient god, this did not dissuade her from demigods. awe.

In fact, she was more likely to be said by Edmund just now that Mr. Fool has a certain connection with the real creator, and at some point, she could directly ask for help from the person in charge of the Aurora Society in Backlund, the terrifying man Mr. A.

To make the demigod say such words, and considering the previous rumors, this Mr. A may be able to deal with the demigod to some extent, about the same as an archbishop... Xio glanced slightly with palpitations He glanced at Mr. A, who was still sitting at the front of the room, nodding to Edmund who had just returned, and shivered before answering his friend's question.

"Fortunately, that gentleman is good at ritual magic, and the effect is very good."

Forsi followed his friend's gaze just now, and just happened to see the gentleman in the dark purple robe who just followed Xio out of the room, a little suspicious.

"Why do you look like you're collapsed, why do you feel like you're trembling when you walk?"

As an excellent writer, Fors Wall's divergent thinking allowed her to make up some not-so-good plots.

Although from a rational point of view, Forsi is very clear that her friend cannot be committed to others, but her current state, coupled with the fact that the other party is good at ritual magic, can be misunderstood no matter how you look at it.

But if this is true, that person is too fast... Forsi ruthlessly quelled his own speculation in his heart, calmed down, and swore that this idea would never be known to Hugh.

As long as I don't tell her, how could she know that the "arbiter" doesn't have the ability to read minds.

Xio looked at her friend whose expression wasn't quite right. She just suffered a certain psychological shock without thinking much, but made up a more logical reason casually.

"That ritual was hurtful, and I feel like I'll be like this for the next few days."

After speaking, she stopped talking, but sat directly, leaning on the back of the wooden chair behind her, looking forward to the end of the party.

Soon, because of the recent intensification of the security of Backlund by the Red Gloves and Punishers, the gathering convened by the Aurora Society was quickly accelerated under Mr. A's instructions.

Maybe the people of the Aurora Society are all lunatics and potential lunatics, but this does not mean that they are all fools, and fools cannot become Beyonders of the middle sequence!

After a few small transactions, the party came to an end. Only the last transaction related to the "Witch of Pleasure" formula was going on. Almost all the other party members had already started to calculate the evacuation route for a while.

Although no one dared to commit the crime under Mr. A's eyes, and this is also the Queens District with the strongest security forces in Backlund, members of MI9 may be attracted at any time, but also because of this, wild Extraordinary is more likely to be attacked by official forces caught.

Just when Fors and Xio were discussing how to leave, an idle waiter came from outside the room and handed over a note with the ink still not completely dry.

"The lady who bought the 'Sheriff' just now, are you interested in having a chat in the study?"

"I might have what you need."

Forsi frowned and finished reading the contents of the note, her dark blue pupils stared at her surroundings in amazement, Shen Sheng said to Xio, who was still staring at the note:

"How did you reveal it just now?"

"Why would someone hand over a note directly."

It is not a wise move to reveal their identities at the Extraordinary gathering. Although they do not know very much about Extraordinary characteristics and acting methods, in the wild Extraordinary circle, other Extraordinary does not mean the same kind, but is usually called See it as moving wealth!

But at this time, although Xio was also very surprised, he did not panic like his friends, but calmly thought about the identity of this mysterious person.

She has just met a real demigod, a demigod who belongs to the "same camp" as herself, and this is the site of the Aurora Society. If that mysterious person really wants to do something to herself, what should she do? The one who is afraid is the other party!

He should be the one who sold "Sheriff" just now. Is he using this to discover wild Extraordinary who belong to the "Arbiter" pathway, or is he looking for potential clients?

Xio's dark green eyes turned slightly, and his elbow touched Forsi, who was beside him, and said in a low voice deliberately:

"Should I go over there?"

He was a little surprised by the contents of the note, but Forsi, who had thought about it carefully, nodded and said without hesitation:

"Why don't you go, anyway, no one dares to do it here, you may really encounter the follow-up potion materials."

After receiving a positive reply from his friend, Xio, who had finished the process, raised the corners of his mouth not so clearly, tugged at his hood, immediately nodded to the waiter, and followed him to the outside of the study where he started the transaction.

After entering the study, Xio discovered that the mysterious person who gave him the note was not the same as he imagined, not the seller.

The man was wearing an elegant black tuxedo, with a golden mask on his face, only part of his skin was exposed, completely obscuring his original appearance.

At the eye sockets covered by the golden mask, a pair of light brown eyes turned up and down a few times, and casually pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said:

"sit."

His demeanor has the feeling of a government official, giving people a sense of majesty under pressure, and his voice is hoarse.

With a backstage behind him, Xio closed the door with a backhand very calmly, raised his chest and raised his head, sat confidently opposite the man, and said with full air:

"Do you have the main material of 'Sheriff'?"

"The right palm of the silver war bear, or the eyes of the fearful worm?"

The masked man smiled softly.

"I have both."

"Don't worry, I sent someone to sell that recipe, and I need the Beyonder of the 'Arbiter' pathway to help me."

Although I guessed half wrong, it's still right in essence... The curvature of the corner of Hugh's mouth under the hood is even higher.

Although Xiu was always told by Fors that he had a bad brain and was only good at the brutal way of "arbitrator", but a wild Beyonder, if he really had a bad brain, how could he live in a steel jungle like Backlund down.

Xio thought for a while and decided to take the initiative to contact the masked man.

"What's your reason for doing this?"

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

After lunch at noon, Klein met his assistant on time at the place where he first met Ian.

The big boy hid in a shadow, holding the tattered cloth bag in front of him with both hands, looking like a common orphan beggar.

It wasn't until after seeing Klein's figure that Ian got up and patted the dirt on his body. After several turns, he got close to Klein.

They didn't plan to go directly to the Brave Bar on Tiemen Street, but decided to first go around Rose Long Street, where Detective Zeriel had previously rented, to look for possible members of the Zigman Party.

This is to grasp the movement of the other party, and the second is that the normal bar is also closed at this time, and there are usually no guests.

Taking advantage of the fact that most of the office workers were still finishing their lunch, the two set foot on a rare and uncrowded public carriage, and went from the left bank of Backlund Bridge to Rose Long Street, which is not very far away.

It's a pity that they stared at it for half an afternoon, but they didn't find any trace of the members of the Zigman Party. Instead, Ian saw a few "friends" who were originally in contact with Detective Zeriel, who should also be from Feysac. spy.

After standing in vain for so long, did the Zigman Party and that ambassador really give up chasing and killing Ian and me? Klein followed behind Ian, walking on the avenue leading to Tiemen Street, his expression stiff.

He didn't believe that Ambassador Intis, who had not eliminated all his competitors, would give up killing himself and Ian, so he planned to follow his previous plan and try his luck at the Brave Bar to see if he could find a helper.

In fact, after a few days of use, Klein had recently discovered the benefits of the negative effects of the magical items that he easily used.

Although wearing it for a long time will make you have the side effect of temporary facial paralysis, this can in turn help you to shape your character, making Sherlock Moriarty, a character with a master's degree from a famous university, but with a black criminal background, even more three-dimensional.

But it’s still a bit of a mystery. When I first came to Backlund, I didn’t have the idea of ​​acting as someone else at all. What I left with Mr. Aigron was the image of a scholar who was only a conscientious scholar. UU reading www.uukanshu.com , this is the point of violation... Feeling the cold wind on Backlund Street, Klein's thoughts diverged a little.

In a few minutes, he and Ian finally arrived at the door of the Brave Bar.

At this time, the bar has not yet reached the normal business hours on weekdays, but several people have already started to take their seats, drinking beer slowly, as if they are accumulating energy for the evening.

Caspers didn't sit directly outside today, so Ian had to go and buy a beer, and then was told by the bartender that the half-hundred lame owner was in the pool hall, killing time by himself.

Seeing this, Klein gave Ian a wink, and then walked alone to the No. 3 pool hall that he had been to once.

He clenched his right hand into a fist and just knocked lightly, and the seemingly closed door creaked open.

Seeing an acquaintance he had met two days ago, Caspars clicked his tongue and put down his cue. In the lonely billiard room, there was only the sound of rolling billiards that had not stopped.

"What are you doing again?"

"Today should not be the time for a party."

Klein nodded with a smile, closed the door, and said straight to the point:

"I'm looking for some bodyguards with extraordinary abilities who can accept gold pound payments."

Who doesn't accept gold pounds these days... Caspers chewed on this "nonsense" and remained silent for a while.

He was not curious how the other party knew that he had this channel. After all, the "old man" guy was working for the customer in front of him, so it was not surprising to know this.

After thinking about it for a while, Caspars nodded and said conservatively:

"I only ask you for help, but it may not be successful."

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