Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"This is the inside of Chanis Gate, the aura of 'Eternal Sleep'?" Klein stared at the black silk thread in the air, looked at it a few times, and quickly closed his Spirit Vision. Information" Shimen successfully took out the information he needed.

When the heavy stone door slowly closed behind him, and a muffled sound echoed in the deep, silent underground, Klein only later remembered what was wrong just now.

What exactly does "eternal sleep" mean?

Although it was true that when I saw those black lines just now, I had a feeling that my entire consciousness was about to fall asleep and dissipate, but this word, like that time looking directly at the blood of "Eternal Blazing Sun", belongs to the feedback brought by snooping on high-level items. ?

While trying to sort out his thoughts in his mind, Klein said hello to Sika who was on duty at Chanis Gate, saying that he could be on duty for the other party for a while.

After he stood in the duty room and watched Sika gradually disappear at the corner of the spiral staircase, Klein slowly sat on the wooden chair that still had residual warmth, and flipped through the documents that almost occupied the entire desktop.

He has recently encountered too many problems that cannot be solved now, whether he is suspected of being watched by the goddess, or the angel of the "God of Mystery" who has contacted the members of the Tarot Club, or the Psychological Alchemy Society's control of Dust and the real Creator-tainted Hood Eugen attack.

There are no exceptions to these, all of which involve the existence of a high-ranking personality. They are all a small sequence of their own. A "clown" cannot be solved and cannot be guarded against. Therefore, there is only one choice left for him now, which is to try his best before the danger erupts. Improve yourself, try to rely on the gray fog to gain a certain initiative, even the worst plan can not threaten the safety of Benson and Melissa.

Now I have to collect as much information about the "mystery" as possible, and at the same time use it as much as possible, possibly from the goddess' "watching", and when necessary, I can surrender myself to the church and avoid risks... Klein's face was heavy After reading the information in his hand, the thoughts in his mind are flying. After all, no matter how he maintains a good attitude for the stability of his state, he can't really "forget" the danger from the unknown.

"Maybe I can try to read that notebook again, I haven't read it since I was promoted, maybe I can get some more information about the 'God of Mysteries', and if Mr. Azik gave the reply in the letter Regarding the information on 'Summoning', I can also take a bet and try to prepare as many hole cards as possible for myself." Klein muttered to himself in the narrow duty room, his left hand on the table unconsciously seemed to be gray Like on the fog, he tapped the edge of the wooden table, rhythmically.

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At 94 Berklund Street, Azik Eggers was sitting on the sofa. He took the coffee from the maid and nodded slightly.

"You resigned from Tingen University?" Bill Hawkins sat opposite him, a man with sparse golden-yellow soft hair, green and clear eyes, only a thin layer of beard, and his legs slightly A middle-aged gentleman with eversion, stirring the coffee in his hand, asked Azik with a smile.

Azik took a symbolic sip of the Queen's coffee in his hand, and there was a slight nostalgia in his brown eyes. He relaxed a little, sighed and smiled bitterly:

"I recently discovered that I may not be suitable for such a comfortable life, or rather, I am too lonely. I still want to find my own past and find my 'parents'."

Bill Hawkins was Azik's old acquaintance when he was a student at Backlund University. As the second son of a nobleman, he finally succeeded in staying in Backlund with the influence of his family, unlike most of his classmates. The University, has now become an authoritative expert in the historical study of the Hornages Mountain area, a full professor.

He put down the small porcelain plate he was holding, rested the back of his hand on his knee naturally, thought for a moment, and said:

"Azk, since college, you have been looking for your parents. After so many years, even we have reached this age, and some things have already..."

"Anyway, my personal suggestion is that you can take this opportunity to relax. My students and I are preparing to organize an expedition deep into the summit of Mount Honages. If you are willing to help, you can try it together and change it. Feeling."

After speaking, Bill Hawkins, whose head was sparse, put the coffee cup in his hand and the small porcelain saucer under the cup on the small mahogany table. There was only the sound of burning coals in the room.

"Oh, Bill, I'm glad to be invited by you, but I may really need to walk alone recently, and I think it's hard for me to help you. More professional than me." Azik Eggers, who had been silent for a while, had his eyes glazed over. The photo of the inter-school canoeing race placed on the fireplace in the distance, his fingers could not help stroking the warm porcelain Edge of coffee cup.

Bill Hawkins, who was sitting opposite Azik, sighed silently, curled his lips like he did when he was young, and said helplessly:

"I knew you wouldn't agree easily, but there may be other places where I can help you. There are not many old classmates who still insist on studying history."

Listening to the friend's complaint, Azik couldn't help but put a smile on his soft face. He touched his beardless chin with his right hand, and his bronze skin reflected the orange-red light from the fireplace:

"After all, history doesn't make money, but being a consultant can."

"I may really have a favor that I need your help. I want to know some history about the Balam royal family. This is the research direction of a student of mine. He is currently studying the history of the Quaternary." Azik thought for a while. Thinking, put his left leg on his right leg, and skillfully took out a set of words, "You know, although Tingen is known as the city of universities, it is pitiful in terms of the stock of some documents."

Bill Hawkins opened his eyes with some interest, and answered without thinking:

"No problem, but what should I give you, do you want to live in Backlund for a while?"

Azik shook his head and denied:

"I should be leaving Backlund soon, and I need to trouble you to send those materials to Tingen."

The tall Azik took out a pen embellished with pure gold from his formal pocket, quickly wrote down Klein Moretti's residential address in his notebook, tore it off with a swipe, and handed it to himself old classmate.

Bill Hawkins took the piece of paper that was not neatly torn, glanced at it, and nodded slightly:

"It's not a problem, I'll have my assistant deliver it to this address."

After talking about the business, Bill paused, and then asked a little curiously:

"You like this student very much?"

Azik was stunned for a moment, then nodded unknowingly:

"He is very similar to me, a promising young man."

After listening to Azik's description, Bill suddenly became interested.

"Has he graduated now? Although Backlund's environment is not good, if he studies academics, he can still provide some necessary help and platforms."

Azik shook his head with a smile, and interrupted his old friend's words calmly.

"He has joined a company with a government background and is now working on antiquities."

"Related to antiquities?" The conservative Bill Hawkins frowned, "That kind of money-swindling business!"

Without waiting for Mr. Azik to explain, he waved his hands and shouted:

"You haven't been in Backlund for a few years, you don't know, those people, those people treat research as a business, the one that was sold a few days ago, the slate known as Quaternary artwork in East Chester, It was the broken stone dug out of Hedrak Village, and Hwin was deceived by them!"

"Hey, do you know what other stories they made up? They said that that thing was from the collection of King Angarweed, and that the inscription on it was written like this. I have never heard of this king at all!"

"You should persuade that student of yours to get out of this kind of company early, it won't have any good results!"

Angelweed? Azik's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if recalling something in his mind, a vague gray-white lizard figure emerged in his memory.

He suppressed the discomfort like a swollen brain, pressed his temple, and slowly explained:

"Not all companies are like this, Bill, Klein's..."

Bill Hawkins waved his hand, he realized his gaffe, lowered his head, and his whole figure looked a little lonely.

"I'm going to send those materials to your students, I've been a little jittery lately, you know, the reason why I stay in college because of my family connection is that I don't want to get this kind of stuff... ."

Azik's brown eyes reflected the figure of this old friend. After a while of silence, he got up, and after a few words of greetings, he made a request for farewell, leaving the rest of the time to his friend.

Wrapped in a double-breasted coat and pressing his silk top hat, he walked to the intersection of Berklund Street against the cold wind, stopped a hired carriage, and headed for the North District not far away.

When passing a densely populated road, the carriage that was running smoothly suddenly jolted, and in the dark red-lined carriage, the tall gentleman with bronze skin who was sitting in the middle silently disappeared. There were a few banknotes pressed against stones.

At the entrance of the bookstore at the end of the road, Detective Zeriel was looking around, waiting for the appearance of his best "assistant" Ian.

Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind passing over the back of his neck, which was exposed to the air, and immediately his whole body became cold.

With years of professional experience, he turned around confidently, his right hand in his thick coat pocket had already touched the mahogany handle of the revolver, ready to shoot potential enemies at any time.

His eyes swept away, only to find a tall gentleman with soft facial features passing by him leisurely, standing in front of the bookstore reading a newly printed newspaper.

His gait is relaxed, and his body has no traces of training, but his bronzed skin and slightly mixed-race face are somewhat attractive.

Zeriel nodded secretly, and then, relying on the "warrior" intuition, looked into the bookstore through the glass window, and checked the customers in the store one by one.

If it is not for further promotion, my height will be higher and surpass the level of most Loen people, and I will be at least Sequence Seven. If this mission is successful, if the information is true, when I return to Feysac, I will At least become a colonel, a real "guardian".

I've consciously acted in advance... Zeriel, who didn't find the enemy, turned his eyes back and looked at the position beside him again.

At this time, he suddenly found that the bronze-skinned gentleman who was standing beside him and read the newspaper was gone!

"How is it possible, I'm a "fighter", in order to make up for the weakness of the lack of sequence, I also brought a sealed artifact corresponding to the "psychic", why didn't it call the police to me?"

Zeriel's nerves were tense again, alerting to possible dangers around him.

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Azik, who had roamed through the spiritual world to the room he rented in the East District, put down the newspaper in his hand, and couldn't help recalling the suspicious man just now.

A "Warrior" with a "Psychic" sealed item... Azik took out the letter paper he put in the drawer, and took out the commonly used, pure gold decoration from his formal pocket. Pen, sitting in front of the dim gas lamp, wrote the letter word by word.

"Dear Klein:"

"I'm sorry I didn't reply to you at this time. I have been busy meeting with my former classmates and teachers recently. There may be some information about the Balam Empire that will be sent to your residence recently. I hope you can save it for me first. I I will pick it up in person after this. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

"A few questions you raised..."

The pen made a faint rustling sound on the slightly inferior letter paper. Azik's right wrist kept moving, and as time passed, it moved to a position near the corner of the table.

slap!

After Azik finished writing the last character, he gently closed the crimson pen cap, folded the slightly rough letter paper in half, and put it in an envelope.

As the blood-colored paint completely sealed the opening of the envelope, a gloomy cold suddenly occupied the entire room. In the surrounding air, the yellow was more yellow, the black was blacker, the red was redder, and there were huge giants glowing with hazy light. White bones spewed out from the nothingness around them, and in an instant, they spliced ​​together into a giant skeleton monster with pale flames burning in its eye sockets.

He was curled up in the room, his head was very low, his huge pale palm stretched out to the long table where Azik was, and his fingers were naturally open, waiting for the letter that needed to be delivered by himself.

There was a halo of dark gold in his eyes, and Azik, who was extremely indifferent, said nothing, and put the letter on the huge palm.

The flames in the eyes of the huddled giant skeleton suddenly soared, the ferocious body quickly faded, and the whole room was empty again, and the heat of the burning coal began to reoccupy the room.

Azik pulled his chair back, slowly got up, and paced to the oil-stained window, looking down at the Eastern District under the darkness of night, shrouded in gray-black steam.

From this gentleman's point of view, countless spirits are being suppressed and wailing under the factory spitting smoke and steam in the distance, while in the relatively peaceful vicinity, one after another numb spirits are crawling on the ground, facing his feet. The small red brick building worshipped, as if praying for a miracle to come.