Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 171

At six o'clock in the evening, the sun had slipped to the edge of the sky, and the thick orange-red was reflected on the surface of the pale yellow “ocean” composed of clusters of dust and particles. Looking down, the entire urban area is clearly divided into two parts. The brightly lit is the capital of Wandu, and the cloudy is the heart of industry.

The luxurious carriage was neatly parked on the side of the street, and the fluffy skirts were mixed with the uniform dovetails. When the commentator guarding the gate of the Kingdom Museum saw these distinguished guests, a smile appeared on the originally tired and gloomy face.

"Mr. Morris, Miss Audrey..."

He only knew the children of the two biggest investors in his own museum, and he didn't know anything about the young nobles behind them, so he could only respectfully bow.

Fortunately, the nature of everyone today is focused on Roselle's wonderful inventions and romantic legacy. The behavior of this little narrator did not annoy any of the young masters or young ladies, and it is possible that everyone present is a powerful aristocrat. , and the so-called nobles should abide by their due decency, and naturally they will not condescend to find trouble for a small person.

"Is this the famous saying of Emperor Roselle?"

Different from the "private visit" this morning, Victor suddenly received a request from his father in the afternoon and was ordered to accompany other nobles to visit the memorial exhibition. Victor was dressed in a dark blue formal suit, with a monocle embedded in a silver frame hanging in his chest pocket. , the blond hair on his forehead naturally hangs down two strands, adding a little youthful vigor to this handsome young man in his own right.

"Yes, this is an excerpt from a letter written by Emperor Roselle to a close friend. It is hailed as the pinnacle of nostalgic poetry."

Seeing that the eldest young master of the Morris family took the initiative to ask himself, the interpreter holding the colorful flag took the initiative to add the story behind this sentence.

In fact, it's not that Victor doesn't know the source of this sentence, he just feels that this kind of friendly expression will better disguise himself.

The other young nobles behind him were also attracted by this love story. Victor smiled slightly, looked at Audrey Hall, the only one who did not show an intoxicated face, and took the initiative to talk.

"Looks like you're a Roselle fan too?"

"Why do you say that?"

Audrey returned a polite smile, the "audience"'s unique sense of alienation was suppressed, and she moved forward quietly.

"After all, you are not as interested in these stories as the other young ladies. You are just listening to a story that seems to have been heard many times. I thought you must have heard it long ago."

Victor shook his head slightly, then looked away, and with interest he heard the narrator continue the passionate love story of Emperor Koprosser.

He noticed that I just focused on Grelint and Siraya on their performance rather than the story itself?

Seeing the young man in front of him who cooperated closely with him, but he was not very familiar with, Audrey felt a little wary in her heart.

Of course, it is also possible that the other party is just like some of the men before, just trying to get her attention.

After all, that's what the former third prince did.

Huh...I don't know how many diaries written by Emperor Roselle will be here...Audrey glanced at Victor suspiciously. Looking at the entrances of several exhibition halls, I found the most likely place to store the diary.

Although she has stepped into the extraordinary, this does not prevent her from taking this visit only as a leisure.

At least for now, I'm just a curious Miss Hall... She looked at the introduction of the exhibition area in the glass sign in the distance, and suddenly saw the reflection on the sign sway.

Did that lady find me just now?

Wrapped in a robe of shadows, Klein, whose eye sockets were pale with flames, quickly shuttled through the wall. Relying on his memory of visiting in the morning, he moved closer like a study exhibition hall.

He did not expect that there would be people visiting after the closing.

Those people look like a group of young nobles?

Alas, judging by how courteous the museum staff are, they should even be able to touch some of the less important exhibits, which is much better than when I was crowded with people in the morning and couldn't see clearly, and finally got involved in the extraordinary event.

However, this also means that the attention of a considerable number of staff in the museum will be attracted by those nobles, and my actions should be much simpler... Klein, who was moving fast in the wall, suddenly stopped suddenly, and the shadow robes There was no wind, and his eyes burning with pale flames swept away. Under the inspiration of being raised by the "substitute", he could keenly feel that there was a line of sight just now.

This should be the security personnel of the Steam Church, and I don't know what inspection method they used... The spirit body surrounded by the cold aura fell instantly and drilled into the ground.

The location of the study hall.

The citrine pendant on the wrist floated out of thin air, pointed tremblingly in one direction, and then fell powerlessly.

Reverse divination... Klein looked at the floor above with some solemnity.

In the vision of the spiritual body, he could vaguely see that a part of the distant museum was covered with translucent light and shadow, and the thin spirituality was swimming on the surface, like a fluid that has not yet been shaped.

It seemed that the Church of Steam had indeed added quite strict guards near Roselle's diary. It seemed that the events of the morning had stimulated them.

Across the thick walls and soil, Klein could not see whether there was an emotional aura in the translucent barrier, nor could he determine the specific number of guards.

In the state of the spirit body descending, I can directly end the response and return to the gray fog, but on the contrary, my ability to withstand attacks will also decrease... and this time I only carry the "substitute" sealed artifact , there is no extra means of attack. If you encounter the blockade of the Beyonders of the Church of Steam, and you don't even have the ability to break it, you can only end the action early and lose the chance to touch the card of blasphemy.

And the sudden appearance of the noble sightseeing group disrupted my plan. If the bait prepared in advance was ignited here, there is a high probability that the people of the Steam Church will be nervous.

This is Backlund. Those nobles don't seem to be ordinary second-generations. If one or two important people's descendants are really mixed in, even the archbishop of the Steam Church will come directly!

Various factors and developments that might lead to failure were deduced in his mind, Klein frowned tangled, two pale flames compressed in the center of his eye sockets, wilting a lot.

Phew... After a short period of deep thought, he slowly exhaled, his right hand stretched out, the flowing shadows rolled in the opposite direction, like sea water at a low tide, surrounded by a pure white that slowly floated to the palm of his hand.

"destiny!"

The deep ancient Hermes language was spit out from the shadow suspended in the ground, and the distortion of the flow of the robe surface suddenly stopped, and then the crazy reverse direction was reversed, and the irregular Mobius ring was stained with a layer of silver and quickly extinguished.

Is this the end?

The pure white spell returned to his body, and Klein held his hands in front of him, looking at the changes in his body.

Laugh to death, no change.

After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized that whether it is the arrival of the Archbishop or whether the steam church is well-defended, it is a matter of probability. It is better to directly increase his luck and minimize the probability of encountering unfavorable situations.

He has the charm of one of the strongest angels in the "Fate" pathway on himself, and it is not easy to temporarily enhance luck.

But it should take effect... Klein recalled the flashing silver-white and twisted giant wheel just now, the right hand that stood in front of him clenched tightly, the shadow of the whole body suddenly shrank, like a real fluid, into the ground In shadows everywhere.

He wants to break through that barrier directly!

In the exhibition hall where Roselle's diary was stored, the broken glass frame in the middle of the study area was restored to its original state, but there were still some corners of the creative manuscript stubbornly stained with blood. Even with the use of special sealed items, it could not be completely restored.

A security guard stood in front of the special glass showcase placed in the corner at the other end of the exhibition hall, looking down at the colorful building blocks, and his eyes occasionally crossed over the crowded spirit signs in the corresponding steam technology exhibition hall.

Those are the noble young masters and young ladies who came to visit...

I really don't know why the church would allow these nobles to visit when it happened during the day... He glanced at the other parts of the building blocks.

It's normal, no extra objects appear.

After this morning's accident, they increased the security around the museum, but because they had to receive these special guests, they temporarily narrowed the radiation range of the block's blocking ability to the most important areas to prevent false alarms.

"Ender, do you think there will be people who will come up with the idea of ​​these diaries?" Another security guard put down the revolver in his hand, "Although the incident today will not be reported in the newspapers, the news of wild Beyonders is sometimes better than ours. Still well-informed, especially for this kind of thing, as long as they think about it, all the wild Beyonders who are interested in the Roselle Memorial Exhibition will know that someone has raised their eyebrows.”

The young security member called Ender was still staring at the changes of the building blocks, and replied distractedly:

"Who knows, anyway, according to the captain's words, never underestimate the adoration of those wild Beyonders for Roselle. In their perception, as long as they get a copy of the emperor's notebook, they can rival the archbishop. "

Perhaps because he thought the joke was too ridiculous, Ender turned his head and smiled contemptuously at his teammates.

"Who says it's not, maybe if they tattoo all these characters on their brains, they will really be better than the archbishop..."

Another security guard was still joking about Roselle's attention to the crowd, but found that the expression of his teammates who looked back at him gradually became alarmed, and his mouth was open, as if he was about to shout in the next second.

Oops!

He swiped the alchemy revolver on the side in a panic, and his teammates were full of angry questions in his ears.

"Who's where?"

The brass lamp on the desk was empty, and the crystal ceiling at the top of the restored study shed a shattered brilliance. Countless reflections danced on the surface of the glass outer frame, blurring and distorting the characters on the open document inside.

Under the dim light, the shadow of the brass bookshelf was connected to the shadow cast by the desk itself on the carpet. In the silent exhibition hall, the same dark hand drilled out a little bit from this narrow shadow.

Under its influence, more black, flowing distorted patterns of shadows and ghosts squeezed and deformed, flowing into the mid-air inside the glass cover, and the pale flames that acted as eyes looked smartly at the only distant place with emotional aura floating, fingers He stroked the bookmark that was only half exposed in the yellowed manuscript.

"Who's where?"

After he had already pulled out the bookmark, the security guards jokingly realized that there was a rash visitor behind him, and raised their weapons in a panic.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

Vector's shrill cry of a baby suddenly resounded throughout the exhibition hall, and the shadow ghost's movement of retracting his arm was a little slower.

The spiritual warning of the security guards next to Roselle's diary showcase in the distance exploded instantly, looking in horror at the terrifying eyeballs dotted around the shadowy ghost.

Looking at the dense bloodshots, the deep pitch black, and the white insects wriggling like an inch of hair, the strange picture impacted their spirits. The first to notice the strange Ender, he removed the decoration hanging on his chest like crazy. , roared and notified the captain who also held this item.

"The manuscript exhibition hall, the study area, someone broke in, it is suspected to be a medium-high sequence!"

Another security guard pulled the trigger frantically, and bullets that shone with golden light dragged the strip of light, stabbing the filth in the distance.

"Thank you for your gifts."

Under the terrified eyes of the two, the slow-moving shadow ghost held the card up in front of his face, the corners of his mouth cracked greatly, revealing the blood inside, and his hoarse voice lingered.

boom!

The golden bullet shattered the glass, and the splattered debris reflected the gazes cast by eyeballs. The vicious curse was refracted by the mirror. A second before the fiery holy light was about to penetrate the ghost's head, there was a shadow of a twisted undercurrent flowing on the surface of the body. Suddenly scattered in the air, the swaying golden color passed through the dust and flew into the huge eyeball behind him. The shrill cry of the baby was even more piercing. The two security members could no longer support it, and the trickle of blood flowed from the nose and mouth~www.mtlnovel. com~ Ender paced forward feebly, his head seemed to weigh a thousand jins and seemed to droop at any moment.

But even so, he still used his perseverance to firmly aim it at the horrible thing in front, and moved slowly step by step with the gun.

"What a dutiful guard." A soft but emotionless voice came from behind.

Ender looked back with great effort, but his head felt even heavier. He could only see a pair of black leather boots on the carpet walking past him with steady steps and stopping in front of him.

The shrill cry of the baby gradually disappeared, and the strong stimulation ceased. Ender's knees softened and he knelt straight down, but because of the heavy carpet, he didn't even make a sound.

Bernadette Gustaf with a dignified face looked at the bloody, miserable young man in front of him, his white palms covered his scattered eyes.

thump.

The young security member finally fell, and if the stretched facial features ignored the blood, it would be like falling asleep.

After another ten seconds, the members of the digital heart of the machine poured into the manuscript exhibition hall. The leader, Max, stared at everything in front of him, his face was gloomy, and his chapped lips couldn't stop shaking.

"Rescue..."

"Captain?" The teammates who were stunned by the scene where the other two corners were almost intact were also swallowed.

"What are you still doing, save people!"

Max roared suddenly to his side, and the usual smile could no longer be seen in his trembling eyes.

The Heart of Machinery members beside him finally reacted and helped his fainted companion.

An icy touch flowed from the center of his body like his hands and feet. Max stood dumbfounded, covering his face with his palms, and was silent for a long time.

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