Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 15

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.

Chapter end