Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

On Sunday night, somewhere in the West End, the mansion of Herwin Rambis.

In a luxurious room filled with all kinds of antiques, Audrey sat quietly at the small tea table, with bright lights outside the window.

She watched the crowds coming and going at the banquet in the main house in the distance, her clear green eyes reflected the shadows behind the gauze curtains, and finally stopped at a graceful figure with a fluffy skirt that constantly shuttled among the gentlemen.

"Isn't Backlund's brightest gem going to the party?"

The door of the tea room was gently pushed open, and an elderly gentleman in a dark red formal suit walked towards the tea table with a smile.

"After becoming a 'spectator', I found myself preferring to be in a less conspicuous place than being in a party."

Audrey smiled, raised the hem of the light green long skirt that matched her eyes with both hands, and bowed to the host of today's banquet, Hervin Rambis.

"this is a good habit."

Hewen waved his hand, agreed with Audrey's words, sat opposite this young lady, and said with a smile:

"Sometimes we all have troubles that we can't get rid of. I'm sorry to only occupy your time at this time."

He glanced at the warm black tea prepared in advance by the maid on the table, took a sip, and continued:

"After all, His Majesty the King took up my afternoon tea time very inhumanly today."

Your Majesty the King... Audrey's expression did not change, she smiled reservedly.

As a royal advisor, Hvin Rambis naturally couldn't turn away the royal family's summons, especially His Majesty the King, even if this advisor's core essence is an angel now.

"How is your 'Mind Reader' potion digested?"

Putting the enamel tea cup back on the cup holder, Hewen looked at the staggered figures in the banquet hall, and said in a leisurely tone.

Audrey's polite smile remained unchanged and her voice was brisk, trying to bring the topic back to the right track for today.

"Thanks to the psychological evaluation of the crew of the Varyag, it was basically digested."

A week ago, she had actually finished digesting the "Mind Reader" potion. In the work of participating in the psychological evaluation of the Varyag crew, the terrifying nightmares that haunted those crew members seemed to have accelerated her progress in accommodating the potion. In just two or three days, it helped her to fully grasp the power of the "mind reader".

Thinking of this, Audrey first pretended to be thinking, but was fooled by her own thoughts, she couldn't help but smiled, and immediately said straight to the point:

"Mr. Rambis, what happened on the Varyag?"

Seeing that Hwen's attention was turned, she seized the opportunity to speak out what she had just thought.

After hearing Audrey's doubts, Herben-Angelweed's smiling expression suddenly became serious, and her light blue eyes stared at Audrey for a few seconds, as if to see through the little girl's inner thoughts.

"Well, you should know that knowledge in occultism is often the most common carrier of pollution." After confirming that there was no "mysterious" aura nearby, Angelweed resumed his smile.

"The Varyag came into contact with a hidden extraordinary thing, and was influenced by it unknowingly. That's why you interpret all kinds of terrifying or bizarre pictures in the crew's dreams."

"These pictures themselves are equivalent to the aftermath of the influence of occult knowledge, and the ability and communication-related sequences such as 'mind readers' are often more effective in interpreting these pictures than ordinary acting. This is how you feel the potion. The root cause of fast digestion."

Saying that, Angelwed paused for a while, followed Hwen's own character and complimented Audrey:

"Of course, this is also due to your own efforts."

The Varyag has come into contact with a hidden ruin!

Audrey didn't pay attention to Angelweed's deliberate compliment, instead she focused on recalling all the information about the Varyag, her green eyes slightly empty.

She remembered that the Varyag was a passenger ship that sailed on the "Prize Harbor to Bayam Islands" route all the year round, and only occasionally made a cameo as a freighter in winter.

In other words, that hidden ruin is located in the area of ​​this route?

Turning her eyes, Audrey looked at Hewen, who was still smiling, and carefully probed:

"Mr. Rambis, can I know that the secret extraordinary thing is probably close to the island?"

Looking at the ridiculously naive girl in front of him, Angelweed smiled.

"Bincy."

......

Before the full-length mirror was destroyed by a crack, Klein changed back to Sherlock Moriarty's appearance. With the help of the mirror's reflection, he looked at Sharon, who was floating in the air behind him, with an illusory figure, and opened his mouth.

"How do you feel now?"

Sharon, whose eyes were light blue with a circle of blood red, looked down and said succinctly:

"No effect."

No effect... "Mystery" personally suppressed that characteristic, of course it won't have any effect... Klein nodded embarrassedly, regretting that he said nonsense.

"There are other main messengers behind the 'devil', and I will make peace before Maric."

Sharon seemed to see Klein's embarrassment and took the initiative to break the cold scene.

Yes, the main messenger hiding behind Prince Edsack hasn't appeared yet, and "Mystery" also reminded me that other dangers will soon occur in Backlund... Klein seized the opportunity and said quickly:

"If you are in danger, you can pray to Mr. Fool. You should know Mr. Fool's honorable name."

Before the Aurora Society missionary in the Eastern District, his honorary name was revealed to the bottom of the sky long ago. Sharon and Maric have no reason not to know.

Sure enough, Sharon nodded slightly, but Klein still caught a hint of hesitation in the light blue.

He was stunned for a while, and then he understood Sharon's thoughts.

Yes, although I know that the person who usually responds to party requests is me, but from Miss Sharon's perspective, this is equivalent to troubling a **** whose details are unclear.

The blessings and gifts of gods often mean unimaginable costs in mysticism.

"Actually, Mr. Fool is a great being who is very casual," Klein stroked his chin, opened his eyes and said a description that was completely inconsistent with the image of "Mystery", trying to restore "The Fool" in Sharon's heart. The impression of kindness that does not exist, "He is happy to help members in the meeting, and generally does not ask for excessive compensation."

Looking at Klein, whose eyes were erratic and didn't dare to look directly at him, Sharron didn't say anything, just nodded, and then her figure faded, and she was about to leave the room.

Suddenly, the figure that faded to almost invisible stopped, Sharron looked back at Klein as if thinking of something, her voice was cold.

"Your code name at the party is 'World'?"

"Yes." Klein nodded blankly, his eyes flashing again.

Miss Wraith floating in the air was thoughtful, her gaze moved from the top of Klein's head to her feet, and looked back at the disguised face again.

"Sherlock Moriarty is a fake identity."

After speaking, she gave Klein a deep look, and after a while, the illusory figure completely disappeared in the cheap hotel.

Moriarty is a fake identity... Klein repeated these words with dull eyes, turned sharply to look in the mirror, stared at the 30-something appearance for a few seconds, and the thoughts in his mind Doubts kept circling.

Isn't it obvious?

Miss Sharon has seen her face without disguise.

......

"Emotional intelligence..."

In the Backlund Bridge area, under the Bell of Order, Dunn looked at the last two words of the sub-page headline that he had just brought from the newsboy, and raised his brows.

He felt that the title implied something.

The kingdom and the church jointly blocked the news, and there was almost no news of the "Ripper" murder in the newspapers... Dunn looked up at the pedestrians with relaxed gait all around, and sighed softly.

After leaving the joint investigation team, he did not choose to follow Leonard's advice and hide away from the "devil" and better security in the Chowood area. The Sost team that set off went all the way under the Bell of Order.

Considering the Level 1 Sealed Artifact that the Red Gloves team had retrieved from the underground of the church, Dunn Ming-wise gave up the adventure alone and adopted a more secure method.

After all, it would be a big joke if he, the former leader of the Nighthawks squad, was caught by the church as a wild Beyonder with evil intentions.

Thinking of this, Dunn folded the newspaper in his hand, stuffed it inside his coat, turned around and walked towards the alley, using the cover of his body, he took out a peculiarly shaped snuff bottle from another inner pocket.

He rubbed the surface of the snuff bottle, the lavender smoke expanded, and a strange spiritual body only half of it flew out of it.

"Master Evans, Rex is here."

Dunn looked at the spirit body with rich facial expressions and asked directly:

"Isn't it discovered by the Red Gloves?"

The spirit body calling itself Rex circled in the air, and the misty facial features revealed a touch of cunning.

"Of course not. Although that sealed artifact is dangerous, Rex followed very far and avoided its perception range."

"Avoided?" Dunn frowned, and the "darkness" under his feet instantly boiled.

Rex, who was absorbing a lot of Dunn's spirituality, froze and explained quickly:

"Of course it's not too far apart. Those believers in the night are not spiritual enough. They don't dare to activate the sealed artifact for a long time. Rex will only hide back when necessary."

Dunn's brows were still furrowed, and he nodded slightly.

Although this sealed artifact seized from Kapin has a certain self-awareness and can complete less complicated auxiliary tasks, it also extracts a lot of spirituality from the user. When the extraction reaches a certain level, it will take the initiative to Use negative effects to deliberately expose the user to danger.

Taking advantage of the fact that it can be divided into two parts, it is good at presenting dangerous esoteric knowledge to the user and deliberately revealing the whereabouts of the "master" to the enemy.

This sealed artifact was originally a failure of a "Knowledge Emperor" to imitate a zero-level sealed artifact... Dunn's mind flashed a reminder from His Highness Edmund to him, and continued:

"Anything else found?"

Rex narrowed his eyes, seeing that he couldn't be fooled, he sighed unabashedly.

"Of course, Mr. Evans, if my hunch is correct, those red gloves should be in big trouble soon."

"You know, as a professional 'peepers', we can always see all kinds of dangers we don't want to see."

The mouth of the half-spirit made of lavender smoke evoked a bit of malice, with a wicked smile.

"If you don't believe me, look to your right."

The violent explosion sounded from the entrance of the alley, and Dunn was startled. He didn't care to continue questioning the spirit body. He quickly put away the snuff bottle, took out the ring made of "Bishop Rose" and put it on, and ran out quickly.

Under the Bell of Order, the Tussock River was still rolling westward, but at the dock adjacent to the East District, the thick smoke from the explosion pierced the pungent yellowish smoke, and one after another huge black figures were in the smoke. After that, he stretched his body wantonly, and let out a breath.

"The 'devil' lair..." Dunn looked at the distant "devils" and laughed sharply, the dark red eyes under the golden glasses trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a spiritual warning flashed by, causing him to panic and look at the other side in the direction of the East District.

In the spiritual vision, the thin paleness is expanding, pouring into the thick smog covering the entire eastern district, and heading west.

......

boom!

A gunshot broke the tranquility of the Red Rose Manor. Fabti stood in front of the wide French window, staring at the slender figure burrowing into the woods with a gloomy expression.

The clouds fluttered with the wind, revealing the red moon behind him. Fabti was bathed in a bewitching crimson, and his already gloomy face became a little deeper.

He "tsk" his body, without concealing his disgust, turned around and walked to the desk behind him, glanced at it, and the words on the notebook spread out on the desk were quickly distorted and transformed into lines of demonic language.

Looking at the hastily written script, Fabti, who was not in a good mood, stretched out his palm, and the pungent sulphur flames of UU reading www.uukanshu.com devoured the entire notebook in an instant. -The hard work of the past month in 2008 has once again completely turned into empty talk.

It is impossible for him, and he will not let the vulgar plot written on it come to reality.

What a joke, if the little guy from the "secret" family is really brought here, the pen holder with 0-08 will recognize his true identity, and then he will be in danger because of the ridiculous routine of writing a meteor from the sky, and he will be in danger with " The "mysterious" deal might simply collapse because of this.

"Unfortunately..." Fabti silently admired the "dance" flames on the notebook and shook his head.

"It's a pity that I can't personally participate in the sacrifice, the storm will not sit idly by, and the night will take action because of my position."

The face of "Abyss Monarch" turned red under the firelight. He looked towards the room behind the study, his sight penetrated the wall, and fell on a young man who had lost his vitality.

The pale-faced Prince Edsack fell in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, where he liked to stay.

The plan was interrupted by Fabti. The housekeeper, who had planned to use a bullet that could annihilate the spirit body, fled in a hurry, but only had time to fire a normal bullet in Edsack's forehead.

Fabti savored the last despair and unwillingness that pervaded the room, from Edsack's death, and finally a smile appeared on his gloomy face.

What does the impending disaster have to do with him, what does Zaratul hiding in the dark have to do with him, what does the "Dark Emperor"'s fantasy have to do with him...

The chilling sound of bites broke the calm of the Red Rose Manor.

"The night is still long, so you might as well have some fun."