Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 103

The entrance to the underground steam train platform near the Backlund Bridge.

The surrounding gardens in the middle of the street spewed a huge amount of steam, and the milky white gas was mixed in the pale yellow mist, which blocked the pedestrians on the road.

Standing in the corner, Klein shuttled through the fog, and walked down the platform with a natural gait.

"Second-class seat." He glanced at the wooden board hanging above the ticket counter, and hurriedly drew a ticket like the other passengers.

Before tasting breakfast, the conductor whose stomach was grumbling in protest didn't lift his head, he tore off the ticket and slapped it on the table.

Klein, who was not wearing glasses today, raised his eyebrows, took the piece of paper, mixed with the crowd, and squeezed towards the steam train that had just stopped not far away.

Since the construction of the subway in Backlund, it has always shouldered the mission of sharing the traffic pressure on the ground. Recently, considering the development of technology and the expansion of commercial companies under the aristocracy, the new subway line has even been extended to Queens, and ordinary people can also take the subway directly. Go directly to the gathering place of the nobles.

This was regarded as a retrogression of the times by the Conservative Party represented by Duke Negan, a precursor to chaos.

Klein quietly leaned on the narrow hardwood seat in the second-class seat, his eyes closed.

He left the house on Minsk Street early this morning, went straight to the Backlund Bridge, and found Ian who had been waiting here for a long time.

According to the news received yesterday, Mr. A's latest meeting was today, and it was in Queens, where the official force was most concentrated.

After the kidnapping of Magath, the president of the "Daily Observer", the three major churches, led by MI9, focused the attention of the official forces on the eastern district, which is constantly surging, although they have not given up on the Aurora. They would privately transport populations and military controlled products with other cult organizations to track their whereabouts, but the allocation of official forces actually made the rest of Backlund lose the panic that is most common in wild Beyonders gatherings.

Are the official forces taking the opportunity to clear the Aurora Society's forces in the Eastern District?

The petite Xiu stretched his neck and straightened his whole body. The knight uniform, which was originally wrinkled, gradually became closer to the body with the movement, and no longer looked sloppy.

She pressed the stubborn blond hair on her head and refused to give in. She turned her head a little irritably, and looked at her friend who was lying on the sofa with her mouth pointed at the ceiling, and said in a displeased tone. :

"You can't just slack off just because you've just hit the deadline."

Having stayed up all night, I just sent away the editor who had been waiting in my living room since the early morning of yesterday. Fors raised his head with bloodshot eyes, and a meaningless smile appeared on his bloodless face, and said in a trance:

"It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter anymore."

As she said that, she suddenly raised her head again and added a few words under the gaze of her friend.

"I originally thought that after meeting Mr. Fool and getting rid of the full moon ravings, my life would start a new chapter, at least by taking advantage of the convenience of gatherings to improve the sequence and gain a certain status, so that I don't have to use it in the future. Try so hard."

She got up gradually, and with the dying state on her face, she said sadly:

"But I didn't expect that when you and I combined, the only things that could sell for value at that party were the ancient books given by Miss Audrey and the notes from the Abraham family."

Xiu, who watched his friend's performance, was indifferent, turned his body to the side, recalled the various events at the Tarot Fair, and the possible terrifying identity behind Mr. Fool, he couldn't help but turn his mouth and reminded:

"So we need to improve ourselves through other channels first. Today is Mr. A's party, will you go?"

Forsi, who was sluggish but couldn't sleep, suddenly froze for a moment. A face that was more beautiful than a woman appeared in his mind involuntarily. He swallowed subconsciously, and then suddenly woke up again. He shook his head and said:

"Don't go."

Her tone was so firm that Xio, who was preparing to use some means, suddenly choked, not knowing what to say.

"Mr. A... There has been a problem with the Aurora Society recently. It's too dangerous. Besides, didn't you just commission some people for Mr. Fool to help report Lanvus?"

"Although there is a relationship with Mr. Fool, we shouldn't be in any danger, but I still don't want to face the future victims directly." Forsi lowered his head again, rubbed his aching forehead, and used his novelist's Thinking of ideas, I analyzed the current situation for my more straightforward friends.

As for why future victims?

Since Mr. Fool chose to borrow the hands of others to help the true creator get rid of the blasphemer Lanvus, he would definitely involve the Aurora Society to a certain extent.

Moreover, all of this is the layout of the gods, and the release of the task is also carried out in the mysterious space in the gray fog, with the blessing of the gods, it can almost be said to be completely confidential.

Besides, the people in the Aurora Society are all lunatics, not afraid of ten thousand, just in case... Forsi kept rubbing his forehead, trying to relieve the emptiness of his brain.

Hearing his friend's analysis, Xio, who was already neatly dressed and was about to go out, stopped what he was doing, and sat down again.

She imagined that she had entrusted the gangsters, and when it was revealed that the Aurora would be suddenly and violently suppressed by the official forces, Mr. A's possible attitude felt a little bit of fear.

"Then don't go to Mr. A's party and wait for this time to pass?"

Forsi, who changed back to the salted fish state, opened his mouth, thought for two seconds, and said weakly:

"Isn't it still Saturday?"

"Miss Audrey entrusted us to take her to the Extraordinary Party, and we can start with the resources there."

Covered by a black robe with a hood, Klein moved with nothing but his palms covered by a pair of gloves, carefully turning on his spiritual vision.

Being charged with the most commonly used weapon made him inevitably a little nervous. He looked around for a while, then quickly retracted his gaze and leaned on the seat in his corner honestly.

The waiters in this house have no intention of hiding their identities. Without exception, they are all low-sequence Beyonders.

It's not bad that there is a secret organization supported by a true god. The strength of the Extraordinary gathered in this house has surpassed the sum of all the night watchmen and church bishops in Tingen...

Klein looked at the man sitting on the long sofa at the front of the living room with lingering fears, and he slowly let out a sigh of relief.

Mr. A, one of the 22 divine envoys of the Aurora Society, a powerful Sequence Five.

Klein had no doubt that if he revealed his identity to him, he might indirectly gain the support of the entire Aurora Society.

After all, the half body of the "God of Mysteries" is enough to be regarded as the spokesperson of his will on earth.

As long as Lanvus is besieged by the powerhouses of the church, he might be able to contact the saints of the Aurora Society to hunt down Ince Zangwill and complete an ultrefficient revenge... The corner of Klein's mouth He rose slowly, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Of course, he will not take the initiative to reveal his identity to any member of the Aurora Society. Since he has not accepted the "secret" intervention, he will do this to the end.

It was completely and completely his own vengeance.

Leaning on the sofa, Mr. A, whose face was mostly hidden by the shadow of the hood, suddenly raised his hand, the whole room was silent for a moment, and all looked at him.

"Now the party starts, you can trade."

The waiter standing in the corner stepped forward, each holding a tray in his hand, holding the pen and paper that had been prepared for a long time.

Counting the robes, Klein, who had made a double camouflage, watched the party with a cold eye and had no plans to take action.

This party basically transmits information in the form of notes. There is no communication between members. It is only when there is a one-on-one transaction that they move to other rooms and meet individually.

Compared with the party held by the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom", this place is obviously more serious and more dangerous.

Of course, the various materials and information designed by the exchange here are far more than that of the gathering. It is not a loss that a major force is behind it, and the resources are much richer.

In less than ten minutes, Klein had already recognized two or three mid-sequence potion materials that he knew. This was an almost impossible scene at the "Eye of Wisdom" gathering.

He thought for a moment, slowly raised his arm, and summoned the waiter.

"Purchasing the entire spinal fluid of the evil-striped panther, and the silk glands of an adult widow spider."

Soon, this note was handed over to the waiter standing in front of the blackboard. After a little identification, he copied the names of the two materials onto the blackboard.

The living room was still silent, and each member either did not respond, or invited a waiter by himself.

Sure enough... Klein sighed in a low voice and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to ask.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps from far and near, and a waiter of medium stature, whose whole body was wrapped in a wide robe, came over.

He stretched out his hand silently, and a note lay quietly in Bai Nen's palm.

"I've got all the spinal fluid of a black panther, and the glands of an adult widow spider."

Klein's nerves were tense subconsciously, but under the powerful control of "The Clown", he didn't look for the owner of the note indiscriminately, but just straightened his back.

Is this a trap, or what?

It should not be a trap, the two main materials are not the same way at all...and my robe is also very loose, even if he sees that I am not a woman, he may think that I am buying for others.... ..

Besides, I'm really shopping for someone else... Klein slowly sighed, took the note from the waiter in front of him, and wrote his intentions on the back. .

He watched the waiter take back the note and walked back to the direction outside the living room, as if to notify the owner of the note by other means.

Suddenly, Klein, whose eyes were following the back of the waiter, froze for a while.

He thought of a terrible guess.

If I remember correctly, Mr. Aigron said yesterday that Prince Edsac's commission is not easy, and it doesn't have to be done so quickly.

Judging from his previous performance, he is the prince's confidant...

Thinking that the glands of the adult widow spider belong to the potion formula of that sequence, Klein's face hidden behind the iron mask distorted little by little.

"The Pleasure Witch"!

Hiss, His Royal Highness is a warrior... Even if he stopped thinking, he noticed the waiter who wanted to come by himself, and at the other party's signal, he followed.

The wooden door that was not too thick was opened, and in the quiet study room, a man whose face was also covered by a hood was sitting in a sloppy posture, his left leg was folded on top of his right, and he cast a gaze following the voice.

"Please sit down."

Like the owner here, he raised his chin frivolously, with a reckless attitude.

It doesn't seem to be very old, is this the participant who has two medium sequence materials?

Under his gaze, Klein sat down naturally, his hands covered with jet-black gloves laid bare on the table.

Before he came, he had already threw matches on the ground according to the limit distance of the "flame jump" possessed by the "substitute".

If in danger, he can leave the room at any time.

This is a party under Mr. A's jurisdiction, and Klein is confident enough to save his life.

Even if you can't reveal your true identity, revealing an identity similar to Miss "Judgment" is not out of the question.

The man sitting opposite was not wearing a mask under the hood, and his lips could be vaguely seen through his exposed chin.

Watching Klein's performance, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and there seemed to be a little different flavor mixed in between the arcs.

Dong Dong Dong, the man raised his finger slightly and tapped the table habitually.

"For the two materials you asked for just now, the total spinal fluid of the evil-patterned black panther is about 500-700 pounds, and the other one, 1,200 pounds~www.mtlnovel.com~ Trust me, this is definitely a fair price."

But this time I only brought 1,500 pounds... Klein, who had just left most of the money above the gray fog, was a little confused.

The man opposite saw that Klein was still a little hesitant. He lifted a small suitcase from under the table, pushed it on the table, and opened it voluntarily.

Inside the suitcase backed by red silk, the surfaces of two materials exuding different spiritual brilliance constantly changed with shimmering light. One of them, the liquid stored in the test tube, gave Klein an instinctive attraction and wanted to possess it.

Looking at the look and feel of the two materials, Klein looked away and stretched his right hand to the inside of the robe.

Both are genuine materials!

"I didn't bring enough gold pounds this time." He lowered his voice and smiled, "You know, it's really rare to meet two materials you need at a party at one time. "

"I understand." The man opposite did not change his voice, his voice was mellow.

Seeing that he had no intention of letting go, Klein froze as he took out the money. After being silent for a few seconds, he took the initiative to break it and asked:

"I don't know if I have the opportunity to take another material, or if we can change the transaction."

As long as the other party allows him, he can use his bearer account to transfer the remaining money.

If it really doesn't work... Klein looked forward to the other party's reply, and it became difficult to breathe.

If it really doesn't work, he will choose to give up all the spinal fluid of the evil-printed black panther and buy another material first.

There are too many uncertainties in Prince Edsack's entrustment. The best way to stabilize the identity of Sherlock Moriarty is to show sincerity early!

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