In the mysterious world of Cthulhu, I am the Lord of the Gods

If not, you can only wait for the receptionist to open the door. Also, the lobby on the first floor and the priest's hall on the second floor are so messy. Do you want to clean up in advance? There is still more than an hour, so I should be able to make it in time.

Thinking of this, Claure quickly put the magic ritual items in the hall on the first floor into place. Pressing down the uneasiness in his heart, he pushed open the hall on the second floor again.

The bloody handprints he left on the wall were still so eye-catching, and the ritual objects on the ground were still scattered all over the place. The extinguished white and black candles were like the tentacles of a monster, constantly reminding Kraul that he almost gave up his life. it's here.

Krall's eyes stayed directly on the long hexagonal coffin he walked into before. The edge of the coffin was stained with the blood from his hands when he crawled out. Next to the coffin lay an old revolver, and the bullet casing was falling on the coffin. Inside.

"It seems that my previous guess was correct. I did shoot myself in the chest with a pistol. It was really weird." Seeing this, Claure put the revolver lying on the ground tightly into his tuxedo. , this old pistol is the only relic of Klauer's father, and Klauer doesn't want to just throw it away.

After doing this, Claure used to touch his nose. Although the morning sunlight had passed through the stained glass windows and illuminated the entire priest's hall relatively brightly, he still felt that the place was dark and there was a sense of coldness in the darkness.

"The mysterious object Trioctahedron? It's not beside the coffin. Where did it get thrown to you?" Krall thought of the mysterious black crystal-shaped polyhedron as big as a fist, and searched carefully in the priest's hall. Claure turned over a dozen coffins in the entire priest's hall, and couldn't even see the shadow of the trinocahedron.

This is strange, it was still in my pocket yesterday...

Claure rummaged through the pockets of his tuxedo again, then hesitated, went to the bathroom and other places he walked to search, and recently determined that the octahedron was lost.

"Perhaps that weird octahedron should be handed over to Cam's hands. It would be better if it is lost, so that it will not continue to harm people." Thinking of this, Krall took a deep breath.

Looking at the mess in the priest's hall, Kraul felt annoyed again, and at the same time he felt a deep regret. If he had known that the magic ritual of transshipment was so dangerous, he would not have tried it even if he had given himself ten courages. What would he have done? No, I have a good way of tricking myself...

Claure shook his head helplessly, and then began to sort out the ritual items and tidy up the room. Almost an hour passed without realizing it.

When everything was almost cleaned, the sound of the door opening came from the lobby on the first floor. Claure arranged his clothes, cleared his throat, and then walked calmly to the lobby on the first floor.

"click"

With the sound of opening the door, the door of the reception hall slowly opened, and then a young woman's head poked through the door.

"Ahem, good morning, Miss Thea." Claure stood generously in the middle of the hall, smiling and saying hello to the other party.

When Miss Thea looked at Klauer in the room, a look of horror appeared on her slightly round face for an instant, followed by panicked screams and the sounds of retreating and falling.

.........

Am I that scared, or is this way of meeting too sudden?

After seeing the other party's reaction, Claure touched his nose in shame, and then said loudly and apologetically:

"Don't be afraid, Miss Thea. It's me, Klauer. I accidentally locked you in last night. I can only stay here for one night. I'm very sorry for scaring you."

Claure then walked out of the door openly, bowed to the other party, and stretched out one hand.

"Don't come over..."

"Claude, it's really you. You really scared me to death just now. This is the first time I've encountered this kind of thing after working here for so long. This club already gives people a scary feeling, and you suddenly Appearing inside the house makes me suspect that the pharaoh in the mummy room on the second floor ran out."

"My blood pressure, my mental state... No, I have to take a rest..." Thea, wearing a beige dress, curly brown hair, and big eyes, looked frightened and walked. Staggering to the reception desk, he sat on a high stool and kept rubbing his forehead.

After a full ten minutes, Thea regained her composure, and then asked Claul in a slightly angry tone: "Clauer, every time the club closes, the guests will be notified to leave early, why are you locked up here?" What’s going on again?”

"I locked myself in the bathroom yesterday and accidentally missed the time to leave the club." Claure began to make up and explain, and with great difficulty, he convinced Thea that he had accidentally entered it.

Claure began to regret his previous rudeness. If he had known this, he would have been better off hiding in the bathroom and waiting for guests to come. Then he would come out. However, he was worried that Thea would come in to check the room and find someone had been there. If there are no traces, then you will think that a thief is coming, and you will check every room. If you encounter yourself again, the embarrassment will become even greater.

Klauer then comforted Thea for a while, and also asked about Cam and Senna's departure yesterday.

Thea looked confused and said she had no impression of the two people's departure. She expressed that her memory of yesterday was strange. Then, there was a knock on the door, and several young people dressed in fashionable clothes came.

Krall also has an impression of these people. They are senior students in the Department of Archeology at Drew University next door. Like himself, they are also a group of occult enthusiasts and have had contact with him. However, these guys entered the club early in the morning. , but Klauer felt very surprised.

Seeing that there were guests, Thea ignored Klauer and started chatting with the visitor, preparing coffee for them. Klauer held up his hat, nodded slightly to these people, and finished talking to each other. After saying hello, he strode out of the Red Moon Club.

"Hey, look at my emotional intelligence, I still act so recklessly, I scared the lovely receptionist." Claure complained to himself.

Haima Middle Street had just started to shine, and the pedestrians on the streets with medieval characteristics gradually became more and more hurried. The vendors with pushcarts on the streets were shouting hard:

"Bread, cheap and affordable rye bread, a pound of rye bread costs a penny..."

“Fresh pan-fried cod, 6p each, delicious and nutritious...”

.........

Claure looked towards the East End of Southwell City not far from the end of the street. At this time, the long black chimneys that were springing up like bamboo shoots were spitting out thick white smoke.

The white smoke began to spread in all directions. Claure believed that before noon, the entire city of Southwell would be enveloped in thick smoke. The long whistle of a steam train could be heard not far away, as if it was carrying coal ore-like cargo. , the front of the steam locomotive "bursts" of black smoke, also following the pace of the large chimney, expelling thick smoke to the Southwell city where there is not much sunshine.

"It's really a harsh environment. In such a highly polluted world, it's a miracle to live over sixty years old..." Smelling the air filled with various odors, Claure couldn't help but pinch his nose. , frowning.

The city of Southwell is still very prosperous. There are many shops in the two rows of Haima Middle Street alone, including antique appraisal shops, antique shops, priest ritual items shops, citrine shops, mercury priest cup shops, Troite mysterious shops, Magic Bookstore......