Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

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

Hearing the other party's unsure answer, Klein smiled indifferently, as if casually:

"no problem."

After all, after the death of Detective Zeriel and Meursault, Klein gained a fortune.

The Sealed Artifact of the "Interrogator" pathway, the characteristics of the "Hunter", and the characteristics of the "Master of Weapons" add up to nearly 8,000 pounds, no matter how you say it, it can be called a lot of wealth.

At Ian's prompt, Klein, who knew a lot about Backlund's rules, took out a gold coin from his pocket and pushed it to the other party with a smile.

Caspars gave him a deep look, then put away the gold coins on the table familiarly, and limped out of the pool room.

Ten minutes later, the person in charge of the Brave Bar's bright face returned to the room, his face was calm and he couldn't see anything.

"He told you to come over in person." Caspers picked up the pool cue that he had placed on the table with his own hands, and snorted as a reminder.

"Thank you." The corner of Klein's mouth smiled even more, and with the stiff expression on his face, it seemed a little gloomy.

He nodded slightly, followed Kaspars who put down his billiard cue again, stepped on the other side's untidy footsteps, passed through the bar where the number of customers gradually increased, looked at Ian who was still sitting at the bar, and entered the The bar is next to the kitchen.

Caspars, who had been unobstructed all the time, seemed to have encountered an invisible obstacle at this time. He paused and knocked on an ordinary wooden door beside him. After hearing the response from the house, he took the gram. Lane pushed open the door.

It was a modest card room with a dozen people playing Texas Hold'em.

Klein's icy blue eyes swept away closely behind Caspers. In the vision that had already opened his spiritual vision, the spiritual appearance of only one target in the entire room was relatively normal, but it was also very cold, similar to dying. man of.

In the room, more than a dozen people were wearing dark gray or dark blue worker uniforms, only the one sitting in the middle was wearing a decent white shirt and black vest.

The man's face was pale, and there was a deep malice in his deep-set eyes.

They are all dead people, and even that Beyonder doesn’t look like a normal living person. No wonder the church’s materials say that the members of the “Rose School” are very evil... Klein used the side effects of the human skin mask and " The clown's confidence in his face control, very natural take off his hat and salute, and greeted with a smile.

It was obviously a scene where an abnormal living person and a dozen corpses gathered in a dimly lit room, but Klein's response at this time was still calm to outsiders, as if they were commonplace.

As everyone knows, behind the "confident" Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, he has secretly touched the Azik copper whistle hidden in his pocket, and his fingers are rubbing the cold and soft surface.

Caspars, who was frightened by this strange scene, saw that he had completed his task, nodded to the opposite side, and took the initiative to exit the room.

Since he has seen a lot, and Klein is very stable at this time, the man sitting across from him did not wantonly pour out his malice and madness, but after a long silence, he asked in a low voice:

"Are you looking for a bodyguard?"

"That's right." Because he decided to start establishing a character design, Klein recalled the images of Professor Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes in his impressions, and replied calmly, with a smile on his face.

Although under his disguise, he was afraid of the strange ability of this suspected cultist, but he also felt a sense of peace of mind.

After all, the stronger the bodyguard is, the safer he is himself, and he should be able to avoid the problems that arise when he helps Detective Zeriel.

Seeing that the other party's answer was quite calm, the pale man in black vest glanced at the dim environment in the house, raised his chin and said:

"Why are you looking for a bodyguard?"

"How much are you willing to pay for this?"

Klein, who never wanted to hide his Beyonder identity, kept smiling, and said without hesitation that he had designed the belly draft:

"I provoked a big man in the gang. He may have some background in the political world, which led me to be targeted by the Beyonders under the patron."

"If you are willing to take this quest, I may be able to pay for a Sequence Nine characteristic and the corresponding potion formula."

"Oh, if you think this payment is not enough, I can still pay with gold pounds and items of higher value, but the gold pounds may have to wait."

The card room suddenly became very quiet, and the corpses that were still moving stopped moving, and there was no movement at all.

There was malice in his eyes, and the man with a slightly crazy temperament froze in place, and his brown eyes showed a daze.

"You're talking about that gangster, who is the force behind him?" After half a minute, the gentleman who didn't look like a living person asked back.

Maybe he really has a way? Seeing that the other party did not reject him directly, Klein raised his brows and said with a pretense of ease:

"The executioner of the Zigman Party, Meursault, as for the supporter behind him, it should be the ambassador of Intis to Backlund."

"Meursault is dead, and the characteristics I want to use as rewards are his, including the recipe of the 'Hunter'."

It seemed that he felt that the chips were not enough. Klein, whose experience in this area was limited to TV series and movies, paused for a moment, and then added:

"If the bodyguard is really attacked during the process, you will also choose the spoils first."

To be honest, such conditions are already very favorable. If it is placed in an ordinary Extraordinary gathering, if it is really an ordinary bodyguard task, Klein may still need to make a choice and choose a bodyguard that is more suitable for him.

But this task involved an ambassador, an ambassador of a great power.

Sitting in the chair, the man who was guarded by many living corpses still had a slow response. He looked at Klein's back with scattered eyes. After a long time, he slowly let out a breath and said in a low voice:

"Yes, but not now. After the red moon, a Sequence Five Beyonder will agree to your commission."

"As for the reward, if you pay with Beyonder characteristics, the "Hunter"'s Beyonder characteristics are not enough, and you need to increase the price. If it is gold pounds, 1,000 pounds for three days."

£1000 for three days!

You might as well go grab it!

Thanks to the side effects of a human skin mask and the ability of a "clown", Klein didn't change his face directly, but still kept a stiff smile, looking very calm.

He paused for a while, as if examining whether the opponent's strength was worthy of so much money, and said in a mellow voice:

"Yes, but like I said, I need some time."

This is normal. After all, there are not many normal Beyonders who can take out 1,000 pounds in cash.

The man in the black vest had no objection to this, just nodded slowly, and then waved his right hand gently, and the living corpse in the room moved again.

With the sound of chips and poker flipping, Klein consciously exited the room.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Caspars with terrifying scars on his face standing in the corridor, supporting his weight with his still intact legs, leaning against the wall.

"I may have to come again." Klein said calmly, rubbing his already sore cheeks.

"Failed?" Caspars glanced at the door, and tentatively asked.

Feeling the soreness on both sides of his cheeks, Klein took a few steps before replying in a deep voice:

"No, it's just that he recommended another more powerful Beyonder, I need to wait."

"More powerful?" Caspars, who didn't show any surprise at first, was stunned, then regained his usual composure, and said slowly, "There is a Beyonder stronger than Maric, he is the most powerful person I know. A terrifying one, who is not even afraid of bullets, can blow up an iron plate with one punch!"

Klein felt the sincere tone of the other party, he laughed, and said indifferently:

"It's normal, there are always stronger ones among the Beyonders."

It may be because Klein gave him a pound of introduction fee just now, or it may be because his introduction is useful. Caspers is in a better mood now, and he is excited when he learns that there is a Beyonder who is more powerful than Maric. Quickly throwing it behind his head, he slammed his left chest:

"May the storm be with you!"

What does it mean?

Klein, who watched Caspers suddenly praise the storm beside him, was a little puzzled, and looked at him blankly.

Seemingly feeling Klein's puzzled gaze, Caspers quickly put down his right hand and said with a smile:

"Anyway, there is no one who is stronger than the great Lord of the Storm~www.wuxiamtl.com~ No, if everything in "Mystery"'s notes is true, then at least "myself" and the creator who should have fallen are better than Now the so-called true gods are stronger... Klein sighed with relief and smiled back.

"The power of the gods must be unmatched."

With that, he quickened his pace and walked towards the light, ready to leave with Ian.

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

"It is strictly forbidden to escape here!"

With a golden flash mixed with starlight, Ambrosius, who was floating in mid-air and surrounded by azure flames, looked down at the gray-white giant dragon below, his eyes extremely indifferent.

The dragon with thorn-like thorns on its back, broad wings, and thick scales like a slate roared, and suddenly appeared several **** wounds on its body, falling from the "sky" of the subconscious ocean.

The life force on its body was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, the mysterious patterns on the thick scales gradually faded, and the blood gushing from the wound dyed the gray-white scales red.

The golden vertical eyes stared at the angel in the air with hatred, and the "Dream Weaver" dragon, who knew that he could not leave alive, let out a final roar.

Even if it dies, it will not let the other party leave like this!

The sound of the explosion sounded suddenly, the ground was torn apart, the sky was dim, and the blurred dragon king ignored the surrounding creatures, and the malice and pollution that overflowed from the scales were almost real.

"Dream Weaver" can always arouse people's inner fears, and can always weave the characters and dreams they want to present.

This is the shadow of Ambrosius when he was still a weak human.

This is an ancient relic that has been buried in history.

He is the king of dragons, Angelwed!

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