Chapter 11: former nobility
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"Mr. Neil, what happened?" Klein looked at the other party's strange behavior and laughed dryly.
Old Neil still looked at him. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed slowly. He sat opposite Klein and said in a deep voice:
"I didn't expect that you were about to be promoted, and you found inspiration from the motto of 'The Secret Man' and Daly's experience."
"In this way, we old guys really lost too much, wasted for decades..."
"Mr. Neil!" Klein was about to say something when he was interrupted.
Old Neil couldn't hide his dejection any longer. He put his fists on his knees with both hands, his face filled with remorse.
"You don't need to comfort me, this is something that can't be changed."
"If, if, I could have known twenty years earlier, and found a way to control the potion, if, if, I..."
He covered his face with his hands, and his voice could only come out from between his fingers, as if it had been buried deep for decades:
"I thought that Dai Li's promotion speed was a miracle of genius, and that it was a special thing that normal people couldn't imitate. Now it seems that I was wrong. I obviously got enlightenment at that time, and it was close to it, but I gave up! "
"No, maybe, that's a miracle of genius. If I'm a genius too, I'd be better off earlier." Old Neil suddenly fell silent. After a few minutes of silence, he raised his head and looked at Klein.
"I'm sorry, I lost my way." He tried to smile like he always did, but he was no longer sly. "I experimented with some ritual magic two days ago. It took too much spirituality and I was a little bit shocked."
Klein looked at the other party's reluctant appearance. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only consider the language, and said with relief:
"Promotion, there are always too many risks. Maybe it was my youth or a sudden opportunity that made me choose danger, and the church doesn't have the Sequence Eight of 'Spyders'."
"The church may have it, maybe there was a chance to get it before..." Old Neil muttered a few words, shook his head, stood up, and smiled at Klein, "You are right, promotion will be dangerous, at least I have lived a healthy life by myself for decades, oh, praise the goddess."
Klein watched the opponent skillfully draw a crimson moon on his chest, walked out of the guard room with a flicker, and disappeared from sight.
It took him a long time to get out of the dreary atmosphere brought by Old Neil. He looked down at the internal information of the Nighthawks, and prepared to supplement his esoteric knowledge, which seemed to be stretched after Sun joined the Tarot Club.
Looking at the dense collection of ancient documents in front of him, Klein couldn't help but think of the mysterious notes that Mr. Azik gave him in his bedroom at home.
I don't know what will be recorded there. I have already determined that it is not dangerous to me... Klein was thinking divergently when he suddenly heard the sound of gentle and steady footsteps coming from the stairs.
According to Inspiration's instructions, he looked towards the entrance below, and sure enough, Dunn's figure came out of it a few seconds later.
"Your letter." Dunn raised his right hand, shook his wrist, and threw the letter in his hand onto Klein's table.
Klein lowered the hand he was going to pick up, changed the action to clasping his hands in the air, and moved the envelope towards him.
He glanced at the signature of the envelope pretending to be casual, Mr. Hornages... It's a letter from Duster Guderian... Klein's heart suddenly understood.
He carefully found the letter-cutting knife, cut open the envelope bit by bit, took out the letter inside, and browsed it quickly.
Dust wants to ask me to meet at 2:00 in the afternoon. Has he got the "Mind Reader" formula? Wouldn't it be that Hood Eugen was really crazy? Klein quickly put down the letter, looked up at Dunn and said:
"Captain, my informant, the 'audience', he wants to meet me at two o'clock in the afternoon."
Dunn seemed to have anticipated the general situation and asked:
"Did you reveal what happened?"
"No." Klein gave a negative answer.
"Don't let your guard down." Dunn said while thinking, "You go and call Leonard to change shifts, and I will accompany you to meet with you. In this case, the other party may be in danger, or this is a trap at all. , I'll be responsible for your safety."
Klein looked at Dunn's serious look, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he nodded and replied:
"OK!"
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At two o'clock in the afternoon, at Zoetland Street Shooting Club, Klein and Dunn stopped in the passage between Range 9 and Range 10.
Klein nodded to the captain and watched Dunn enter the No. 10 shooting range and closed the door. He also knocked on the No. 9 shooting range door, and then pushed the door and walked in.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the madhouse doctor, Dust Guderian, who was constantly pacing in front of the bullet-scarred target.
"What happened?"
"This is not like an 'audience' style." Klein kept a distance of more than two meters from the other party, his tone slightly frivolous.
Dust stopped, looked directly at Klein, carefully observed his every move, and replied in a deep voice:
"Don't test me, officer, I'm not worthy of your guard."
Then he took a few quick breaths, adjusted himself back to the peculiar, alienated calmness of the 'audience', and said seriously:
"Hood Eugen has been completely abnormal recently."
Klein frowned, slightly relaxed his body's guard, and asked:
"What abnormal behavior does he have?"
"It's not normal, it's not normal..." Dust murmured a few words and said deliberately, "He no longer claims to be a descendant of the nobles of Intis."
"Isn't this normal?" Klein asked rhetorically, "Perhaps, it's just that he finds that he doesn't need to pretend to be crazy anymore, and can directly use his Beyonder ability to avoid suspicion."
Dust's tone became slightly excited, and immediately denied:
"No, he no longer claims to be a descendant of the nobles of Intis, because he seems to have lost his ability to think most of the time recently."
"He would communicate with me normally before, teach me how to use extraordinary abilities, and give me some help in my work, but recently, he seems to have lost the ability to think, not only not helping me, but also no longer paying attention to anyone. Day was plunged into grief and hysteria."
"Only a small part of the time, he will calm down, stay in the corner by himself, and stare at everyone coldly."
Speaking of this, Duster showed obvious fear and swallowed:
"He told me before that he is really a descendant of the nobles of Intis, but after a certain ancestor disappeared, their family was suppressed by the Sauron royal family at that time. After that, it became difficult. To his generation, I can only live a normal life."
"He was very serious when he said it to me, it didn't seem like he was pretending." Duster pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped slightly, and he couldn't even control his tone, "Combining with his recent behavior, I think he is real. He has fallen into some kind of mental illness, and regards us as the culprit of all this, and he may kill us soon, and he nearly strangled a patient who provoked him yesterday!"
This is a big problem. For an Extraordinary with mental problems, he could lose control and turn into a monster at any time... In order to appease Dust, Klein calmed down his emotions and nodded lightly, acting like a Little things:
"You don't have to worry, we will send someone to observe Hood Eugen secretly, and of course we will protect your safety, but you must be vigilant at all times and not show any accidents."
Klein thought for a while, and then added:
"You can try to report this matter to the Psychology Alchemy Association and observe the reaction of the top of your organization."
"Okay." Dust exhaled slowly, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and handed it to Klein, "This is the 'Mind Reader' formula, which I got from Hood Eugen. What I got, I don't know if it's correct, he's crazy after all."
"It's alright, we'll verify." Klein comforted the other party casually, then opened it and glanced at it casually.
After confirming the contents again, Klein folded the paper with the 'Mind Reader' formula and put it in his formal pocket.
Afterwards, Klein tested Dust's mastery of the potion, and after confirming that the other party no longer heard the "babble", he separated from the other party, pretended to leave, and hid himself in a hidden place at the door.
After confirming that the other party had left the shooting club, UU read www.uukanshu. Com Klein circled back to the passage where the No. 9 shooting range was located, and entered the No. 10 shooting range opposite.
He pushed open the door and saw Dunn sitting beside him, staring in the direction of the door.
As he handed the note in his formal pocket to Dunn who was getting up, he said:
"Captain, my informant provided a 'mind reader' formula, thanking me for helping him control the harassment of raving, and at the same time, he also made a request, hoping that we can protect him."
Dunn took the recipe, browsed the contents of the recipe, and asked in a low voice:
"What happened to him?"
Klein pondered and described Hood Eugen's matter in relatively concise language.
Dunn read the recipe, put it away, and nodded:
"It's really a serious matter, but we can't take action directly."
"I will first arrange personnel to monitor the suspected 'psychiatrist' Hood Eugen in turn. However, you have not received professional training. You will continue to be on duty at Chanis Gate to prepare for promotion."
Dunn smiled: "If you successfully pass the inspection, with this merit, you should be able to get the 'Joker' potion directly."
Klein also raised the corners of his mouth, instead of saying briskly:
"I look forward to it."
The two then left the shooting club together and walked back to the Blackthorn Security Company at 32 Zoetland Street.
When entering the door, when looking at the "Backlund Daily" in Roshan's hands, when looking at the news about the Pritzker's sinking of several pirate fleets, Klein thought to himself:
Hood and Eugen, Hood and Prinz Eugen, the mortal enemies of Germany and Britain on earth who love each other and kill each other, no wonder they are crazy...
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In the Backlund Bridge area, in a certain basement, an Extraordinary gathering is about to end.
"From different exits, leave separately, hehe, I don't want anyone to make trouble here."
"It doesn't matter which of you dies. If I bring in an official Beyonder, I will definitely let him know what it feels like to have a soldering iron on your brain." Several figures with black iron masks said in a low voice.
Due to the majesty of the convenor, the masked figure did not ask any questions. Following the man's words, they dispersed one by one, leaving from different exits, and went to all directions.
After everyone left, the man who was sitting in the shadows slowly got up and knelt down in the direction where he was sitting just now, his body was low, his head was almost buried on the ground, no longer the majesty he had just now, and he looked extremely humble. Full of desire and fanaticism:
"Miss Treville, I have just distributed the task of finding the element dawn according to your instructions."
"I, I beg you to grant me a 'blessing', I beg you..."
On the chair that was no one, a graceful outline was highlighted little by little, and the surrounding light was distorted, gradually filling in his transparent figure.
With a greasy smile on his face, he leaned forward slightly, pressed close to the man's ear, exhaled softly, and teased his nerves:
"Well done, Brian, what reward do you want?"
Brain slowly raised his head, his eyes were stirred up, endless desire, almost real desire.
"I think, I think..." His voice was hoarse, his brain seemed to have been robbed of his ability to think by intense lust, and he was unable to fully express his demands.
Xia Lu Tamara Treville felt a bit of disobedience and raised her slightly sluggish body, the sweet smile on her face also faded slightly.
"I think..." Brian still didn't express his appeal, as if he was in a tangle, he couldn't help closing his eyes and swallowing.
When he opened his eyes again, his eyes seemed to regain a little clarity, but the eyes that were aroused by desire and contained strong love did not change in the slightest, the almost real "love" turned into black sludge, from his eyes. Seven orifices flow down.
brush!
Xia Lu Tamara Treville instantly split the transparent silk thread hidden in her own shadow, splitting the space behind Blaine and ploughing three terrifying traces on the floor.
His body was shattered into three pieces, and splashed against the wall under the huge inertia of the transparent silk slash, becoming three pools of meat mud, and slowly sliding down the wall.
Xia Lu got up quickly, but found that the light source in the entire basement had been dyed with a strong crimson, and all the reflective objects in the room were broken in an instant. Twisted and closed.
His whole body quickly overflowed with a huge amount of white mist, covering his figure, and rushing to all directions in the enclosed space, as if he wanted to break through the blockade.
Silent, bright red blood seeped out from the wall, mixed with the surrounding white mist, but it did not successfully stop the speed of its spread, and only consumed the spirituality of the caster in vain.
Suddenly, those bright red blood no longer tried to offset the white fog. They quickly rose and evaporated, and together with the light sources that had suddenly expanded all over the room and were previously dyed with a strong crimson, they formed deep illusory stars. .
The stars are interlinked with each other, like a giant net about to fall, completely blocking the white fog that is spreading everywhere and seeking breakthroughs!
Xia Lu Tamara Treville no longer hid, a shriveled body climbed up from the ground, and the surrounding white mist quickly condensed, filling his body that resembled several corpses, forming the strange pattern he often wears. , the complicated gray White House dress.
Starlight lit up from his fingertips, and as his right hand slashed forcefully, he declared loudly:
"Here, it is strictly forbidden to hide!"
Suddenly, the entire space vibrated violently, and a certain rule seemed to be determined and formed again, or even distorted and enlarged. Just hiding in the shadows would incur the punishment of being divided and torn apart by the space.
In the two corners away from Xialou Tamara Treville, Romain Ambrosius in a white robe with gold trim and Edmund Jason in a gorgeous formal suit were quickly revealed.
They did not communicate, and they all launched their most powerful attacks at the fastest speed.
The hot, bright sun ignited on Xia Lu Tamara Trewell's body, and golden flames swept the entire room in an instant.
The surface of the surrounding walls shattered, and endless sludge poured out from the gaps in the cement walls, condensed into a pitch-black spear that pointed directly at Xia Lu, and shot out rapidly.
Suddenly, the golden flames wrapped around Xia Lu twisted strangely, shattered into light spots all over the sky, and quickly condensed into pieces of light shields, blocking the trajectory of the pitch-black spear.
when! when! when!
The light shield constructed of thermal energy collided head-on with the long spear from the ancient era. With a clanging sound, it exploded in the air and exploded into clouds of black smoke.
Seeing that the first attack did not work, Ambrosius subconsciously changed the position of his body, and the high-speed movement of "Planeswalker" instantly dragged out dozens of afterimages that were almost physical.
The afterimages responded in different ways. Some had an illusory book that was constantly flipping in front of them, some themselves turned into dazzling star clusters that were about to explode, and some raised their arms and were about to completely smash the space in front of them.
Edmund on the other end also quickly faded his figure, turning into an endless flood of information, casting several mysterious magics from the buried history in the gap between reality and the spiritual world.
Foehn and rift appeared together, and the purple light from the distant and the endless superimposed light group echoed each other. Together with dozens of "Ambrosius" who were ready to go, they were about to give Xia Lu Tower in the center of the basement. Mara Treville's fatal blow!
Xia Lu, who was targeted by many terrorist attacks, didn't seem to be in a panic. He "slowly" took off his gray white dress and generously revealed his pure and beautiful body.
The white, smooth skin, graceful and enchanting lines, and the pure and beautiful face were all overshadowed at this moment, and only the creatures in the space were left in sight. Complex "totems".
In an instant, whether it was Ambrosius, who hid his body in the space, or Edmund, who was walking with the complicated torrent of information, he lost his vision, returned to reality, and fell to the ground in pain.
Edmund's body actually became transparent and flickered constantly, like a damaged video file.
And farther away, Ambrosius collapsed into a worm made of starlight, scattered all over the place.
They were on the verge of losing control because they looked directly at the projection of a greater existence and bathed in a "gift" called "pollution".
"what!"
Edmund roared, the changes on his body became more and more obvious, and it seemed that the next moment would completely fade away and become part of the surrounding information ocean.
At this moment, his body lit up with pitch-black light, and from the illusory light, spider-shaped dolls made of brass crawled out, "carrying" out some of the pollution.
The invisible silk thread appeared again. It flew out from all directions. Through the splicing and transformation of space, it avoided the remaining obstacles arranged by Ambrosius and Edmund.
The seemingly soft silk-pointed Ruoli guns nailed the brass spiders that were crawling in all directions to the ground, interrupting Edmund's attempt to alleviate the pollution and erosion.
Xia Lu just wanted to deepen the pollution again and completely control the two mysterious angels in front of her, but the image of her head being cut off suddenly appeared in her mind, and the spiritual warning was crazy.
Taking advantage of the special nature of the spiritual world, He quickly switched positions with a crucified brass spider, only to see a giant black sickle tore open the brass spider's shell, corroding it into a pool of mud. .
In his position just now, three giant beasts made of mud with different shapes but the same face stood upright!
It was from an ancient age that could not be verified. When Tianzun still existed, it was a kind of pollution that often appeared on people who "cultivated". It seems to be an extension of "The Hanged Man", the nightmare of countless Tianzun believers once on the West Road, the inborn degeneration of creatures, and the three sides of malice.
The three giant beasts standing in front of Xia Lu Tamara Treville now all have the face of Brian, one is dressed in luxurious clothes, the other has a **** mouth, and the last one seems to be cowering. Hiding in the dark, with strong desire in his eyes, holding a giant black sickle.
The giant beast with lustful eyes holding a giant sickle set off first. Under the high-speed chanting, the filthy curse wrapped around the sickle blade and slashed towards Xia Lu regardless of the distance. Tear the target according to the established script!
Xia Lu seemed to recognize something, her pure and beautiful face fluctuated for the first time, and a burst of white mist overflowed next to him, intertwined on his star-shimmering arm, like a knight's armor.
Along with the solemn judgment, He waved vigorously and pronounced several laws:
"Here, it is strictly forbidden to trace back!"
"Here, it is strictly forbidden to fall!"
"Here, the proliferation of filth is strictly prohibited!"
"Here, it is strictly forbidden for filth to touch the commander!"
The gigantic sickle stopped in front of Xia Lu, and the three giant beasts behind them also froze instantly, fighting against these laws that touched the very foundation of their existence.
In the end, the monsters that climbed out of the history of "Void" could not resist the established rules, and burst out in an instant. Under the traction of the rules, the mud in the sky flew backwards and spread the ground.
"Heh, it's shameless to use this kind of thing even though it's a mysterious believer." Xia Lu Tamara Treville sarcastically said with a smile.
He turned to look at the two angels who had lost their cards, collapsed to the ground, and were still tormented by pollution. He raised his right hand, preparing to execute the final judgment.
Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Ambrosius lying in the distance, and grabbed forward like a drowning man struggling.
Seeing this, Xia Lu suddenly turned pale, quickly shifted her position, and reappeared in the corner of the basement. Only then did he realize that there was no change in the position where he was just now.
when!
The time in the basement was instantly accelerated, and the "giant net" woven from crimson stars that had been hanging above the basement suddenly fell!
Xia Lu's body instantly burst into a dazzling light, and the flesh and blood exploded and shattered into pieces. The light spots composed of pure light quickly reassembled into a sharp sword, which pierced the crimson giant net and pierced Beckland. The surface of Deqiao District, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, traveled through space in the air and quickly disappeared into the sky.
With the "sharp sword" rushing out, a dark "curtain" quickly filled the gap.
A thin gray mist floated around the two angels who had been polluted on the ground, and a trace of blue-black "impurity" was drawn from their bodies.
Edmund, who had previously degraded a part of the pollution by himself, was the first to restore his mobility, split his interaction with the surrounding information, and stabilized his figure.
He slowly got up from the ground and opened his newly recovered eyes that had lost their vision due to staring directly at the projection of the "Uncertain Fog".
He saw an existence with almost his entire body hidden under a dark robe, an ancient elf with a beautiful face and an indifferent expression.
He was stunned for a while, and it took him a long time to regain his ability to think.
"Lord..." Edmund's words were not finished, and the man who was shrouded in the dark robe suddenly faded away. The "curtain" above the room quickly fell, rolling up the two angels on the ground. disappeared into the air.
Only the basement, which was completely unblocked, lost its shape, and expanded several times in size, remained.
Because of the loss of support, the dilapidated basement collapsed a few seconds later, sinking into the ground together with the buildings on the ground.
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In the Backlund Bridge area, several relatively old residential buildings have collapsed at this moment, sinking into the deep hole, and only a small part of the rubble can be vaguely seen on the surface.
Around the burrow, a group of men and women wearing black coats or dark jackets were busy running around, setting up a cordon, and rescuing the wounded from the burrow.
The "Heart of Machinery" that arrived at the first time had already used a Level 1 Sealed Artifact to create a huge illusion barrier, blocking the real crime scene. Public officials in coats and police uniforms.
Ikanser Bernard, the senior deacon of "Heart of Machines", looked at the rescued victims who were buried in shallow positions near the entrance of the cave and the rock wall. .
Looking at the seven or eight corpses displayed in front of him, as well as the seriously injured people further away who had been judged to be severely disabled, a burst of anxiety and anger rose to his heart, and he scratched his already messy, fluffy brown hair.
This is the capital of Loen, the capital of all capitals, Backlund, no one would have thought that such a bad case would happen.
Fortunately, most of the members of "Heart of Machinery" were underground in the church just now, so they could quickly gather their strength and go to the site of the incident.
But no one expected that even though they activated the first-level sealed artifact and completed the blockade as quickly as possible after receiving the warning, many people still saw the "giant sword" that disappeared into the sky. It is impossible for them to erase the memory of people in half the city! .
And Archbishop Horamick said that the battle that took place here was at least an angelic level... Ikanser subconsciously glanced at the deep hole, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Fortunately, the Archbishop prevented us from going deep into the pothole to save people at the first time, without disturbing the possible pollution, otherwise the number of wounded here would have at least doubled." Ikanser thought solemnly.
Woo!
Accompanied by the sound of huge steam spurts, a turbulent airflow pushed up a figure and flew up from the ground at high speed.
Soon the figure stopped at the edge of the pothole away from the crowd, revealing his figure, a kind old man wearing a light gray soft hat and a white priest's robe.
He gradually stepped out of the steam, and the black air outlet on the back also retracted into his body.
This is the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, Horamick Haydn, a former member of the Council of God.
When Ikanser saw the archbishop returning from the ground, he ran over immediately and reported the situation on the surface:
"His Excellency Archbishop, of the eleven victims we searched on the edge of the cave just now, only three survived the rescue, and the remaining eight were killed."
"Also, although we have used illusions to hide the situation at the scene, the previous movement was too great. The 'giant sword' was witnessed by at least half of Backlund's people, and the work of clearing the memory may not be able to proceed smoothly." Conther paused and asked carefully: "His Excellency Archbishop, is the collapse here really caused by the battle of the angels?"
Horamick looked at Ikanser, whose expression was slightly deformed by anxiety, and sighed slowly:
"I can't confirm that there is no more pollution left in the ground, and it can even be called peaceful, but the results of the divination can't get an answer, and I can only feel very evil."
Ikanser breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then seemed to be caught in a huge entanglement.
"His Excellency Archbishop, do you need to activate 2-111?"
Horamick thought for a while, then shook his head and rejected the proposal, just instructed:
"No, I will report this matter directly to the sanctuary. You can now start rescuing the victims in the depths of the burrow. Sealed objects are allowed to be used to ensure that as many survivors as possible are searched and rescued."
Ikanser breathed a sigh of relief, no longer nervous, and replied randomly:
"Yes."
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Above the eternal gray fog, in the magnificent palace that was supposed to be empty and seemed to be inhabited by giants, at the head of the long bronze table where Klein usually sat, a figure constructed of pure crimson light stood out impressively. sit there.
Suddenly, the gray fog that had been floating calmly and slowly dispersing suddenly boiled, and the magnificent palace like the residence of a giant also trembled.
The dark red stars that are far or near the dome have changed their arrangement, forming strange constellations that symbolize different meanings, which seem to echo some existences in reality.
A circle of ripples swayed in the center of the mottled and quaint bronze long table, and a black shadow flew out from the colorless aperture, spread out in the air, and "spit" out the two groups of different colors that were contained just now. stars".
The black shadow stretched out in the air, revealing its full face, which was the dark and smooth "curtain" that appeared earlier.
It swirled in the air, the ends connected to each other, folded into a pitch-black robe with a hood, and suddenly fell from the air, landing on the crimson figure sitting at the head of the long bronze table.
With the tightening and wrapping of the "curtain robe", the shadow under the hood combined with the illusory crimson light to outline a soft face that seemed to be shrouded in shadows.
He lightly pressed his wrist, and suspended on the long bronze table, two clusters of stars, either hiding starlight or clear blue stars, burst apart and flew to both sides of the mottled long table.
The two groups of light with different shapes were strangely elongated and reorganized to form the two angels who were previously rolled up by the "curtain", Roman Ambrosius and Edmund Jason.
They were not frightened by the strange scene. Instead, they carefully determined the state of the gray fog. After confirming it was correct, they quickly got up and saluted respectfully:
"Welcome back, my lord."
Now sitting at the head of the long bronze table is the great being they have served for a long time, the "Mysterious God" that has existed since the beginning of the Second Era.
"Mystery" didn't say much, just nodded slightly, as if this was just a trivial matter.
He looked at the two angels in front of him, glanced over them, and said softly:
"You can report to me about the recent situation and what you are responsible for. I have spent most of my time in a stable state recently, and I don't have much experience in exploring changes in the outside world."
Having been simulating the ability of the "spectator" before, Ambrosius, who was observing the "secret" behavior, was the first to answer:
"I obeyed your imperial orders. After Roselle's 'fall', I began to monitor the Tamara family hiding in the Hornages Mountains, and observed the activities of the 'Uncertain Mist' until he passed another arrangement, I controlled a demigod of the Witch Sect and fled with a Level 0 Sealed Artifact corresponding to a planeswalker, so I left the Hornages Mountains."
"But in the end, you've also seen that he devoured the 'planeswalker' characteristic, and has the premise of planning disasters in the dark." Ambro Houston paused and said in combination, "I think he may still be pursuing completeness. , hiding in Backlund this time is also coveting several of Loen's 'Judge' pathway angel-level characteristics."
"I think that after this failure, He may take action against Bernadette who holds the 'Wish Magic Lamp'. Although this cannot intuitively help him enhance his strength in reality, perhaps he can take this opportunity to Send the magic lamp back to the starry sky." After speaking, Ambrosius touched his chest with one hand and bowed to "Mystery" at the top of the long table.
"Mystery", whose face was shrouded in shadows, pondered silently for a while, nodded, and looked at another place, silently increasing the gray fog in front of him.
Edmund Jason, who had been afraid to look directly at the "secret" because of the "eye of peeping", raised his head, sat up straight, and said in a deep voice:
"Since Roselle's 'fall', the Twilight Hermit Society seems to have accelerated its intervention and leadership of the times, especially after the coronation of the current king of Ruen, George III, Ruen has stepped up the pace of social reform. There have been breakthroughs in the political model.
"Especially in the past two years, the Loen royal family has seized the crown of the Balam Eggers family. I think George III intends to proclaim himself emperor in the past two years, so as to replace Roussell and claim the throne of the 'Dark Emperor'."
"In the near future, a war may break out." Edmund stroked his chest with one hand and bowed, "The above is based on investigation, all my speculations."
"Heh, if the Loen royal family succeeds, there may be two more true gods in normal condition in the Fifth Epoch all at once." The "mysterious" who had been silent before, who was thinking seriously, suddenly laughed.
He leaned back on the back of the chair and muttered to himself like in a dream:
"My current state is not enough to support the completion of the ritual, hehe, the Outer God and Chike, the hidden sage will not want me to become a 'The Fool', and even the three gods of the 'Almighty' pathway will not support me... ."
He sighed, the eternal gray fog around him seemed to fluctuate slightly with his mood swings, and he said calmly:
"Don't tell Goshinam the news of my return first, keep the elves secret. You guys will try to increase my anchor and expand my influence in reality from today, in the name of The Fool."
After speaking, "Mystery" waved his hand, as if to tell his exhaustion.
The two angels stood up immediately, bowed and saluted before the connection between themselves and Seiji Castle was broken:
"Your will is my will."
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Silently, the shadow under a street lamp in the eastern district elongated strangely, became twisted and sticky, and the figures of Ambrosius and Edmund reappeared in Backlund.
The workers who just got off work on the road seem to have not seen all this, UU reading www. uukanshu.com dragged its weary pace, one by one, in groups, a torrent of navy blue and black ash mixed slowly past the two angels.
The clean and white gold-trimmed white robes and the black gorgeous formal suits are like isolated islands in the tide, with a sharp contrast between light and dark.
Edmund looked at the numb and lifeless flow of people surrounding him, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he couldn't help sighing:
"The cradle of filth and corruption, this is my 'paradise'."
He shook his head, and without waiting for Ambrosius to make any indication, he asked casually:
"Are you still going to stay here?"
Ambrosius stared at the rumbling, smoke-breathing factory in the distance, and said in an ethereal voice:
"There are too many secrets buried here, and there are too many dangers hidden here, and fate is also guiding me to stay, suggesting that I have to wait for a variable that can resolve the disaster to appear."
"Why are you more 'sage' than me..." Edmund couldn't help laughing, "By the way, before coming to Backlund, I smelled the abyss, those lingering 'devils', it seems Let's also act on the trend that the one caused."
His figure gradually blurred, and bit by bit, he sank into the constantly flowing information around him, and his voice gradually became farther away:
"Being able to witness the Lord's awakening this time shows that being with you is not always unpleasant."
Listening to this old friend's ridicule, Ambrosius unconsciously stained a smile on the corner of his mouth, and immediately erased his figure.
"The kid of the Fourth Epoch..."
The passing workers seemed to have heard something. They looked back and found that there was no one else, and then turned back numbly, and merged into the rushing "torrent".
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On Monday morning, Klein overdrafted his rest time. Continue to check out houses with red chimneys in Tingen as planned.
But he seemed to be stuck in an endless loop, unable to find the correct target all the time. Every time the investigation ended, he would find himself back to a target he had already investigated.
Klein wasn't wasting time. For the afternoon Tarot Club, he went home specially at noon and finished lunch with the leftovers from yesterday. After eating, he locked himself in the bedroom and set up as usual. Spiritual Wall.
He wanted to take this opportunity to read the mysterious note that Mr. Azik gave him.
He skillfully took four steps backwards, passed through the layers of crazy roars and ravings, and once again came above the gray fog.
Klein skillfully used the method of manifestation to summon the notebook and banknotes on the gray fog, and wrote down the corresponding divination statements. After confirming that there was no danger, he carefully opened the cover with the vague symbols branded on it.
Most of the pages of this notebook are scorched and black, and the words written in the ancient Elvish language are also blurred. Every page is stained with bloodstains, all of which tell its ancient and mysterious.
But after Klein flipped through it carefully, he found that most of the content on these pages were just garbled characters made up of Elvish words, and only one page could be read normally!
If you get it, you will earn it. You can't ask for anything else for free whoring… Klein tried to persuade himself while trying to suppress the inexplicable apprehension in his heart. He had already predicted that there was no danger, but he still From the bottom of my heart, there was an unspeakable worry.
"Phew." Klein adjusted his breathing and concentrated on deciphering the only normal content on the note.
This mainly records an ancient **** of the second era known as the "mysterious god", and records his deeds, which seems to be derived from a part of the holy book, but it seems to belong to several different time periods. Splicing, the timeline is not coherent.
"My Lord comes from the past, is rooted in history, is the witness of everything lost, and is the watcher of the old days. He is the master of the spiritual world, the pointer of time, and the signpost of the starry sky."
"He is the integrator of countless powers, the Lord of Xuanyi, and the King of Thousand Faces."
"My lord is high above the spiritual world and reality, his eyes cover the past, present and future, and there are four angels serving at the seat..."
"The 'tracer' in the first place is a nightmare in the dark night, a phoenix that has returned from a lost way, he knows the past, controls space, and is the original believer of our lord; the 'corrupt' is the sufferer, he is the saved He is also the savior, the mortal enemy of all filth, the true sage."
"When my lord first appeared in this world, he showed people the face of an elf tribe. After the elf king was taken back by the creator, my lord also spread his kindness to the elves who had lost their destination, and guided the 'Queen of Natural Disasters' to find the true faith. , transformed into a 'protector' under my Lord, a loving mother to all believers."
"At the bottom of the seat is another descendant of the ancient god, the youngest son of the 'Destroyer', a prince in a twisted age, a traveler of history, a purveyor of miracles, an extension of our Lord's spirituality, He is in After being baptized, the filth was washed away, and he took over the responsibility of guarding the secret as a 'watcher'."
"My Lord loves all people in the world, is keen to spread the brilliance of hope, is the savior of all living beings, and together with the creator who is rooted in the ancient and awakened, he defeated chaos and madness and became outside the creator. The only **** who walks the world in the form of a righteous god."
"My Lord is the leader of the 'Gate of Ten Thousand Doors', the generous one who bestowed His miracles..."
"My lord is sorry for the 'Hanged Man', and for this he even hesitates to oppose the 'chaos' beside him..."
Klein silently read everything recorded on this page, and his emotions were infected. Although most of the content was missing and could only be supplemented by guessing, this did not prevent him from sketching an idea in his mind based on these few words. Image of a great god.
"Rooted in history..." Klein let out a long breath. He gently closed the strange notebook, but his heart was no longer at peace.
This is the first time since he crossed over that he saw time and space-related authority appear in the overview of the gods. If he can get more information, find the god, or obtain related items, he may be able to go home. !
Of course, this is more likely to be an exaggeration of the gods by believers. After all, apart from the Creator, no one can tolerate all authority. Just the exclusion of different paths will cut off this possibility. Even the Night Watchers know that once a person chooses a path, Can no longer be converted, except on adjacent paths.
"The integrator of authority may have just used a different sealed artifact..." Klein couldn't help sighing.
He took out his pocket watch and found that it was almost three o'clock, so he responded to "Sun" in advance, pulling him into a gray fog after a thousand heartbeats.
"Sun", who had locked himself in the bathroom ahead of time, was suddenly in a trance and saw a burst of crimson light coming from the void, which instantly drowned him.
Above the gray fog, Klein used the spiritual vision he had already opened to examine the "sun" a few times, then leaned back on the back of the chair and said calmly:
"Congratulations on taking the first step, Mr. Singer."
His gaze crossed the sun, and looked at the fast-moving bright stars on the other party's high-back chair, and watched those stars, under the guidance of the "sun", reorganize into symbols that symbolize the sun.
Will the patterns on the back of the participants change into different shapes with his spiritual pull? This is like the things I usually embody, it needs to rely on the spiritual existence of the outside world, unlike this magnificent palace, which can be preserved after I leave... What is special about it, or the palace itself It's not manifested...but I didn't have this when I first climbed the gray fog?
Seeing that The Fool didn't speak any more, Derrick lowered his head and said restrainedly and humbly:
"This is all a gift from you."
Klein didn't think about it any longer. After he took out his pocket watch to confirm the time, he spread his spirituality to two crimson stars in the distance, established a connection with Justice and The Hanged Man, and sent the other two members as well. Pulled into the gray fog.
After the two groups of crimson rays of light flickered, Miss Justice, whose face could not be seen clearly, quickly stood up to salute, and said in a brisk tone:
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, I have obtained two pages of Emperor Roselle's diary."
Immediately, she sat back in her seat and said hello to "The Sun":
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun, have you got the 'Mind Reader' formula?"
"The Sun" paid great attention to his own reputation, and immediately replied:
"Yes, I've got the 'Mind Reader' recipe, and I can give it to you now."
Klein looked at the other party's overwhelmed appearance because he couldn't tell Miss Justice the formula alone, leaned back in the chair as if leisurely, and explained the method of realization.
After completing a transaction, Audrey "expressed" Roselle's diary familiarly, and expressed that in order to thank the Fool for his help, she would provide an additional 300 pounds.
When Klein heard this, he pretended not to care and showed Miss Justice his bank account, and then worried that the other party would forget the account, and taught Justice that he could restore his memory by praying.
Klein didn't look at the page of Roselle's diary in a hurry, but pressed it on the table and asked about "Sun"'s demands:
"What compensation do you hope to receive?"
Derrick looked at the genial and calm deity in front of him, thought carefully and said:
"I need the formula for the next sequence, or the corresponding materials. My place is very conducive to my 'playing', and it is estimated that I can try promotion soon."
"Acting?" Audrey not only asked aloud, "Mr. Sun, do you know the 'acting method'?"
Isn't this normal... Although Derrick was puzzled, he explained patiently:
"This is a normal thing in Silver City, it is part of the general education course."
General Studies... Audrey, who was sitting upright, was suddenly in a trance. She turned her head and glanced at The Hanged Man, and saw the same trance in the other party's eyes.
After discovering that The Sun didn't care much about it, Argel the Hanged Man slightly raised the corner of his mouth and asked tentatively:
"In your City of Silver, did you mention anything worth noting about the 'playing method'?"
"Yes." Seeing that the other party had questions, Derrick enthusiastically added details about the "acting method" to the other two members of the Tarot Club. UU reading www. uukanshu.com
Klein almost put his hands on his face while watching, so he could only control his impulse. After the discussion, he picked up Roselle's diary and read it.
On the first page, Roselle mainly recorded his own feelings about the high-sequence and his doubts that the church did not provide the high-sequence formula. He only sighed at the end that the industrial revolution he started has become a breeding ground for the birth of the evil god.
The birthplace of the evil god? Klein frowned slightly and tapped the top of the long bronze table with his fingers. After thinking for a while, he decided to read the next page of the diary first. He didn't read too much on the first one.
"On February 3, Mr. Door told me about a great being that he had seen when he was young."
"He said that he was promoted with the help of that person, and through some special methods, he included the characteristics of the adjacent path 'miracle master'. That existence seems to want to win him over and take him as his angel. ."
"He said that it was a special existence that, although not the true god, was not much different from the true god, but he preferred the vast starry sky, so he refused the invitation."
"Well, this is very similar to me. If you can be free, who wants to be subservient to others!"
"However, I remember that the 'Master of Miracles' is the sequence where Zaratul is located. Zaratul also said that his family once had a powerful enemy, a powerful existence called 'Mystery'."
"And my friend, the friend from the gray fog, seems to be a 'diver, uh, that mighty existence is not him..."
"In this way, that guy is older and stronger than I thought."
"Hey, as expected of someone under the red flag."
With a bang, Klein's thoughts exploded directly.
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If it weren't for the presence of members of the Tarot Club on the gray fog, Klein might have jumped up!
But even if he deliberately controlled his body and suppressed the actions he subconsciously wanted to make out of fear, everyone in the Tarot Society still noticed the difference.
When they saw Mr. Fool reading Emperor Roselle's diary, he suddenly trembled, as if he saw something that made him very excited.
What did Mr. Fool see? Audrey just wanted to ask a question, but she found that her mind suddenly became blank. She seemed to have forgotten what she wanted to do. After a while, she found that "The Sun" and "The Hanged Man" were also blank, like Just like waking up.
Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He just thought he had been noticed by the members of the Tarot Club, and even quickly made up a lie in his mind.
He then turned his attention to the contents of the diary.
"The former owner of this gray fog was still alive during Roselle's time? He was actually also in the 'divine' path?"
"Perhaps only the Beyonders of the Diviner pathway can control this gray fog?" Klein had countless thoughts in his mind for a while, "So I thought the gray fog was alive before, maybe just because its owner hasn't die?"
Klein thought of this, and quickly denied his guess. After all, he has been pointed to by his honorable name here. The most likely thing is that the existence has died. This is the Divine Kingdom or Sealed Artifact left by him.
"No, Russell mentioned in his diary just now that Zaratul, the leader of the Secret Order, once had a powerful enemy called 'Mystery'?" Klein thought to himself, "I Isn't this notebook to record 'mysteries'?"
"The existence who helped Mr. Door is the same person as Zaratul's enemy?"
"But who is Mr. Door? Although the way of naming it is like mine, it certainly doesn't look like I'm just a shell with the blessing of "special effects"."
He suddenly realized a terrifying fact, that the powerful being called 'mystery', the 'righteous god' who once co-existed with the creator, an existence who claimed to have the authority of time and space, was killed by Roselle and a number of strong Both confirmed it!
He really exists in this world, and he was able to communicate with Roselle even more than a hundred years ago. Would such an existence really die easily?
And why haven't I heard of him in the Nighthawk's documentation?
"Even this powerful being is a fellow..." Klein fell into silence for a while, "Maybe, maybe he just went home and found a way to go back, so Gray Mist lost his master and gave me a board. After all, it is the existence in charge of time and space, and it may not be difficult for him to cover up his own traces..."
He can't think about it any more now. He needs a result to convince himself to forget about it.
He suppressed his emotions, restrained his thoughts, looked at Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Sun, and said softly:
"You can communicate freely."
The Hanged Man saw that Mr. Fool was no longer silent, and allowed the communication, and immediately said:
"Mr. Fool, Miss Justice, I got a brand new piece of information in the process of tracking down Qilingus' related intelligence. It seems that he is trying to obtain one piece that is enough to make him one of the four kings of the sea. One piece that corresponds to at least one piece. Items above the demigod level choose to infiltrate Backlund. He is very likely to cause a huge tragedy in order to achieve his goal, or he may anger innocents because of his actions. He can definitely do it. He has created a lot at sea. massacre."
The Hanged Man exaggerated the facts in order to arouse more attention to "justice".
"Isn't Qilingus only a Sequence Six? Cross-level promotion, won't it cause loss of control?" Audrey was not directly disturbed by the fact that "The Hanged Man" deliberately exaggerated her mind. " gesture, which pointed out the doubts.
"So it highlights the speciality and importance of that item, doesn't it?" "The Hanged Man" explained calmly, "and it also shows that he will do anything to achieve his goal."
"Furthermore, compared to 'Admiral Star' and 'Lieutenant Iceberg' who have better reputations, if Qilingus becomes the fifth king of the sea, it will be another disaster for the people at sea."
"The Hanged Man" seemed to have successfully persuaded "Justice", Audrey thought about it carefully, and replied with a smile:
"I will increase Zilingus' attention and search. No matter what the item is, I don't want it to fall into the hands of such a person."
"The Hanged Man" saw that his goal was half accomplished, and he couldn't help but turn his attention to "The Fool" who lived high in the thick gray fog. After careful consideration, he emphasized to "Justice":
"You'd better be careful, Qilingus is very good at assassination, he will stay in Backlund for a long time, and it is related to a high-level item, he will not let go of anything that may hinder him. people."
After he finished speaking, he secretly glanced at the "Fool" who kept calm, looking forward to the other party's actions.
Hehe, Mr. Hanged Man, I'm not deaf, you don't have to keep stressing, if I really have a favored one, I'll definitely be interested in it, but I'm just a bare commander...
There seem to be four angels in "Mystery", and I don't know if those angels are still alive. If they are still alive, they know that I have inherited "Mystery"'s "legacy", which should be "legacy", He is already dead.. ....heh, will they kill me as a "blasphemer".
The only strong man I know, Mr. Azik, he also seems to be related to "Mystery", maybe I can ask him something about "Mystery", or I can tell him about Qilingus... ...
Klein thought for a while, leaned against the back of the chair, and said gently:
"I know."
"The Hanged Man" saw that "The Fool" sitting on the bronze head still didn't show enough attention, and couldn't help but feel lost for a while, and then adjusted his loss immediately, and began to ask Miss Justice the results of this week's investigation.
After providing more detailed information about Qilingus again, Alger found that even if he could capture Qilingus' whereabouts, he could not completely keep the secret.
"He must die before he is arrested. If the church people really catch him, he will definitely betray me without hesitation in order to obtain a commutation of his sentence. If so, I will be finished..."
"I have to watch him die before he is arrested. The church lacks the means to channel in time. Only the dead can keep the secret!"
Alger was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the calm voice of "The Fool":
"Let's be here today."
Alger got up immediately and saluted with Justice and the slower-reacting Sun:
"Follow your will."
Afterwards, the connection between Gray Mist and the three Tarot Club members was quickly cut off, leaving only Klein, who was still sitting at the head of the long bronze table.
He looked around indifferently, recalling what he had thought about "sacrifice" when discussing "The Hanged Man" and "Justice", he decided to ask a few people who might know about it, such as Said Mr. Azik, such as Little "Sun", after obtaining the complete method, he is going to divination the pros and cons for him, and whether "sacrifice" will cause some bad changes to the gray fog.
Thinking of this, he immediately extended his spirituality, enveloped him, and once again passed through the gray fog, a dense fog filled with all kinds of roars and ravings.
Back in the bedroom, Klein looked at the bright sunshine outside the window, thinking about two major events this week with anticipation:
"First of all, I have to adjust my state and prepare for promotion. Secondly, I have agreed with Mr. Azik to make the 'Yang Yan Charm'. It will become my biggest support in the recent period."
He was looking forward to all this week, and it seemed that he really "ignored" everything about the "mystery" just now, and regained a good mood.
.......
In a hidden port in Pritz, in the captain's room of the "Blue Avenger", Alger the Hanged Man stared blankly at the lights ahead, listening to the noise from the window, and rarely fell into a trance. middle.
After a long time, he recovered his spirits, and changed into a robe embroidered with waves and lightning, and put on a suit often worn by half-breeds on the dock.
At this moment, most of his crew have left the ship, and are taking advantage of the opportunity of the church to recall the "captain" to relax recklessly. No one will care what the captain does. After all, the captain is also a human and needs to vent, right?
Alger paced the lively but alienated streets, walking aimlessly. He knew that this place did not belong to him, and that his destination would only be the sea, a place farther away from "civilization". UU reading www.uukanshu.com
His eyes were suddenly attracted by a tent of a wandering circus, and he couldn't help but stop. After thinking for a while, he still walked in.
In the tent, sailors in hoods, adventurers in jackets, and workers with dust on their bodies, they were all laughing and sitting on low horses, laughing at the clumsiness and bruises in front of them. clown.
Alger also found a place and sat down. He sat in the center, with a dim yellow but bright enough chandelier above his head.
He was not used to this kind of atmosphere, but he had nowhere to go. He could only frown while drinking wine. Like the audience around him, he watched the clown's "botched" performance.
Soon, the clown limped down, replaced by a good-looking mixed-race girl and a handsome little boy.
The owner of the circus also drank, wearing a sloppy rosacea, and excitedly introduced the handsome little boy, a rare castrato, to the audience.
I have to say that the singing of the girl and the little boy was outstanding, and even the little boy was even better. Alger slowly put down the glass and listened carefully.
Finally, the final show ended. The boss took the girl and the boy back to the backstage, and the audience began to leave one after another. After they walked out of the tent, they were about to devote themselves to the busyness of machinery.
Alger felt the wind that was taken away when the people around him left, and quietly finished his drink. Only when a circus member came to remind him did he slowly shake out of the tent.
As a born "half sailor", he has always had good eyesight, and he can see a lot at night...
On the second day in Pritz Harbor, the circus performed as usual, and nothing happened.