Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 193

Stimulants?

Klein, who was still thinking of the "Rose School", resisted the urge to put his palm on his face, and the corner of his raised mouth sank again.

Heh, Roselle... Klein, who adjusted his facial expression, leaned against the back of the chair, unlike the Extraordinary who didn't understand medicine and was curious about the new word stimulant, as if he had already seen everything.

Sure enough, after a surrounding Beyonder who was interested in buying stimulants continued to ask questions, the interested fat pharmacist snorted, and then uttered a name that everyone was so familiar with.

"This is a drug invented by Emperor Roselle, but the people of Intis have used it elsewhere..."

Klein watched the last transaction successfully completed tonight, and the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" who had remained silent also clapped his hands and began to arrange for everyone to leave in order.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Klein was the first to walk out of the living room and went all the way to the end of the alley. Only then did he cancel the illusion on his body and changed back to wearing a double-breasted coat and a half-height silk top hat. The Loen gentleman that can be seen everywhere in Backlund.

Putting on his glasses again, Klein looked at the house hidden behind him in the dark, whose outlines could no longer be seen, and sighed softly.

In fact, sometimes I kind of hope that someone will come and rob me... I couldn't hold back at the party today, and Klein, who accidentally missed the "rich", took out the revolver that was placed on the side of the waist, and turned to From time to time, there are hired carriages walking down the road, stuffing the included bullets into the magazines one by one.

It's just different from when he first came into contact with firearms, this time Klein did not leave any additional empty positions.

His eyes slowly swept across the gun body, which was more patterned than a normal revolver, and Klein's eyes became even more bizarre.

In fact, when the agent lady introduced the revolver, Klein had already made a rough guess from what the bullet was attached to the flame that could burn spirituality, and what the negative effect was random dependence on something.

But it wasn't until now, after careful inspection, that he confirmed his idea from the pattern and familiar inspiration of the gun.

I...I really have a relationship with the "Witch"...Don't look away, because there is no gun bag ready, Klein had to hide the revolver inside the coat first.

However, the ability to create black flames should be only possessed by "witches". Although it does not contain Beyonder characteristics, this gun should also use materials of about the seventh level of the sequence. Thinking about it this way, seven hundred pounds is indeed not a loss.

Looking at a carriage slowly approaching in the distance, Klein took the initiative to meet him.

Although Tiemen Street is not far from the nearest steam subway station, Klein, who had to rely on divination all the way in the afternoon because of the negative effect of the master key, still chose to spend a little more on the fare so that he could return to the warm bed early embrace.

On the hire carriage, Klein felt the cold wind outside the window and sighed softly.

Backlund, Saturday.

Audrey took the initiative to visit Mrs. Norma.

After getting a letter of recommendation mixed with hints from Herben Rambis, Audrey originally planned to visit Miss Ossis Laika, whom she mentioned in her heart, but the lady quickly replied and changed the meeting place. To the home of Mrs. Norma, who is related to Duke Negan.

In Mrs. Norma's small living room, in addition to the lady who also agreed to come, there was also a middle-aged gentleman who seemed to have some blood from the Southern Continent.

"This is Mr. Hilbert Alucard, who is also an excellent psychiatrist, just like Miss Fletcher."

Seemingly aware of Audrey's gaze, Mrs. Norma, the nominal convenor of this private meeting, took the initiative to introduce this uninvited guest who did not appear in Herben Rambis' heart.

Looking at this man with unremarkable facial features, brown hair and blue eyes, and a quiet and restrained posture and expression, Audrey nodded lightly with a formulaic smile.

Then, she looked at another psychiatrist, the lady who looked like a girl in appearance, waiting for her to speak.

Sure enough, after a few people were seated and the waiter brewed the black tea, the lady just asked Ms. Norma and Mr. Hilbert with her eyes and asked directly:

"Miss Audrey, I heard consultant Lanbis say that you want to try to be a psychiatrist?"

It seems that Mr. Lanbis should have just hinted at the members of the Psychology Alchemy Society and disguised me as another new member who can be attracted... Audrey indistinctly turned his eyes away from her identity. The "similar" Mrs. Norma moved away and said sweetly;

"Actually, I prefer to simply study psychological knowledge, but in this regard, I have never found a suitable partner and teacher."

The silent and introverted Hilbert calmly picked up the teacup in front of him, while the *** beside him still kept a small smile, gradually disappearing his emotions, making Audrey seem to see every time he entered the "audience" state of self.

"In fact, for psychology, practical applications often help us understand esoteric knowledge."

"I'd be happy to share some of my experiences with you if you're interested."

Saying that, the **** with long black hair reaching to his waist took out a report from the small bag beside him and put it on the table.

Wagner Sailors Mental Health Survey... Audrey looked at the eye-catching headline at the top and smiled sincerely for the first time.

"Thank you Kang, Miss ***."

The dark blue and nearly black waves crashed against the deck of the blue Avengers, and the foam and broken waves seeped down the gaps on the edge of the deck under the restraint of gravity, returning to the embrace of the ocean.

Alger, in a long robe embroidered with waves patterns, was firmly nailed to the bow of the boat, looking at the ship's shadow that was almost covered by white fog in the distance, and he could only see a glimpse of the sail. .

"Is the Varyag ahead?"

The chief mate, who had just hurried from the stern, took a breath, looked around for a few seconds, and then replied:

"It should be, the emblem on the sail is indeed the Varyag."

After he finished speaking, he cautiously looked at the captain beside him, wondering why he suddenly asked this.

Different from their privateer status, although the Varyag also belongs to the outer power of the Church of the Storms, the surface status of this steam-powered civilian ship is a merchant ship active in the port of Ruenpritz.

"I remember that the captain of the Varyag should have been dismissed."

Seeing that the steamship that shouldn't be here disappeared into the milky whiteness of the horizon, Alger muttered to himself, then turned and walked towards the captain's room.

Although he had to stay in Bayam because of the follow-up review of the Loen military raid on the pirate conference, he was subject to the surveillance of the church.

But at the same time, the time he spent in the church also allowed him to grasp a lot of news that he couldn't usually touch, or that was useless because of the distance.

During a normal voyage of the Varyag under the command of the church, the captain of the seventh level of the sequence suddenly became crazy, and the sailors on the ship also suffered from mental illnesses of varying severity.

In the end, the basically irrational captain was recalled by the church, and the sailors, who included a considerable number of ordinary people, were heard to have become the treatment and research objects of some psychiatrists.

After locking the wooden door of the captain's room, Argel, who had been delayed for a long time due to various events, carefully checked the surroundings, and after confirming that there was no danger of being peeped, he took off the fossil pendant that had been hanging on his chest.

"The embodiment of an ancient legend..."

The illusory blue light floated from the surface of the pendant, passed through the fingers of Alger's clasped hands, combined with the surrounding light, and turned into phantom butterflies.

In front of Alger, who was kneeling down, the ever-growing phantom butterflies collided with each other, forming an unreal phantom.

Different from the previous projections of consciousness coming in person, the phantom of Edmund Yin Asong in the air just glanced at it roughly, and a line of pure light spots lined up in a row.

"Pay attention to the movements of the Bayam indigenous rebels and the movements of the 'Poseidon'."

The phantom in the air slowly dissipated, and Alger, who was kneeling on the ground, touched his chest with his hand, and after praising "secret" every day, the piety in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by an unprecedented solemnity.

Bayam's indigenous belief is a "sea god" called Kavituwa, which is common knowledge known to almost all pirates.

But why did His Highness Edmund suddenly draw my attention to this indigenous god?

Sitting on the not-so-soft seat, the solemnity in Alger's eyes deepened.

Although the so-called "Poseidon" has been suppressed by the Church of Storms, her faith in Bayam has persisted for more than a hundred years since Loen's colonization. Until now, those primitive churches still exist, and they can even form a whole from time to time. The two oracles and ceremonies left the Church of Storms with a headache, which means that this "sea god" is at least different from the false gods that can be seen everywhere on the southern continent and other islands, and has a certain strength.

But "Poseidon" obviously grasps the "Storm" pathway, while His Royal Highness Edmund should correspond to the "Peeper" sequence... Alger watched the gradually calm sea through the glass with the flow of light and shadow. , his eyes slowly moved away, and finally stopped on an island.

He analyzed the connection between the two, gradually spreading out, and slowly opened his eyes.

Maybe pay attention that this "Poseidon" is not exactly what His Highness Edmund meant, it may also be... Mr. Fool!

He stood up abruptly and kept pacing in the captain's room, becoming more and more certain of his thoughts.

At the previous Tarot Conference, according to the information provided by the "Sun", the "God of Mystery", that is, the current Mr. Fool, became the protector of the elves after the fall of the Elf King, and became the new general belief of the elves.

Mr. Fool has taken a fancy to the characteristics occupied by "Sea God", and plans to give this authority to the elves under his seat, and then use this to erode the authority of the "Storm" domain?

The more he analyzed, the more certain Argel was about his thoughts, and he couldn't help but panic.

He slowly sat back on the seat where the residual warmth remained, but he could clearly hear the drumbeat of his heart beating in his ears.

His trembling right hand touched his heart, pressing down all kinds of guesses. Alger closed his eyes, and his tone was unprecedentedly pious.

"Praise 'Mystery'."

At ten o'clock in the morning in Backlund, Klein, who had been clearing the table for a long time, welcomed a visitor who surprised him.

Klein, who was only wearing a shirt and trousers, looked at Mr. White, who was looking haggard in front of him. After much doubt, he still put this vampire who came to visit without fear of the sun into the house.

Different from the demeanor that he could still maintain in the previous panic, Mr. White's facial features were soft, and the complexion of Mr. White, who was wearing a pair of tortoise glasses, became paler, and his scarlet eyes were much darker.

Klein looked at the vampire who had obviously encountered something, and calmly put the "substitute" on his right palm.

"Mr. White, you look like you're in some trouble."

Courteously sipping the warm water on the table, Mr. White, who was full of weakness, clenched his fists tangled.

But after only two or three seconds of silence, the blood race gentleman took the initiative to explain the reason for his visit.

"So, after you confirmed that Emlyn was planted with psychological cues that night, you went directly to the Harvest Church?" Klein looked at the much weaker blood race in front of him in disbelief, and suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth.

What a joke, three Sequence Seven vampires dare to directly challenge a goddess bishop who is good at frontal combat?

As an Extraordinary who had fought against Bishop Utravsky, Klein knew very well that bishop's toughness, which could be called a crushing frontal combat capability.

If it weren't for the fact that he carried several powerful items with him, and took advantage of the advantages of preparation in advance and staying awake in dreams, he could not even defeat the dark side personality that was suppressed by Bishop Utravsky himself.

No, this kind of thinking is not polite... Looking at the exhaustion in Mr. White's eyes, Klein, out of humanitarian considerations, swept out the faint comparison in his mind.

But when he looked at Mr. White's thin arms that were no different from ordinary doctors, he couldn't help but sigh that he was born with a blood race of Sequence Seven. Even in the face of such a powerful "Knight of Dawn", he did not break his arms or legs.

You know, even if it is Klein's chain-blade cane, UU reading www.uukanshu.com can't last for two seconds in front of the storm of light.

"Forgive me, I'm just a private investigator, and it's impossible for you to help you fight against an official bishop," Klein looked at Mr. White, who was facing him, after hearing the other party's request.

"But I think you should be able to ask for help from other vampires." Seeing that the father's face was much paler, Klein kindly suggested.

Hearing this, Mr. White sighed softly again, and his eyes were more complicated than tired.

"Mr. Moriarty, I want to ask you for help, not to fight the bishop, but to entrust you to find a way to unlock the psychological suggestion."

Avoiding the topic of seeking help from other vampires, Mr. White twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, and then said a piece of news that shocked Klein.

"Actually, the bishop didn't restrict Emlyn's actions. It's just that once Emlyn left the church for too long, he would subconsciously want to go to the church and recite the Holy Mother Earth."

"I'm worried now, in less than a month, Emlyn will truly believe in the Mother Earth."

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