Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 199

"Fors."

Forsi, who had not had time to change out of her pajamas at four o'clock in the afternoon, got up from the bed with difficulty.

Before the Tarot Club, she and Xio went back to their rooms. Unlike Xio who was sure to sit in front of the desk, Fors decided to lie on a bed without a quilt.

One thing to say, this newly changed quilt is so comfortable, I feel a little sleepy again... Fors turned around, indulging in himself subconsciously ignoring the fact that the new book has not been updated and throwing it to the back of his mind.

"Fors, just now..." There was a light knock on the open door, and the frizzy-haired Xiu rarely turned his face to the side, confirming that Fors was still as dazed as when he woke up in the afternoon, and he hesitated. walked in.

"What's the matter, don't bother calling my name, I'm not Miss Justice, I'm the audience who can read minds." Forsi yawned with her left hand covered, and then looked at the surface of the quilt to herself. Pattern, murmured in a low voice:

"No, Miss Justice should have just been in Sequence Seven, so she can't really read minds."

Listening to his friend's incoherent words, Xio frowned and said in a muscle reflex:

"Actually, the Sequence Eight of the 'audience' is the 'mind reader'."

He glanced down at the knight uniform he just put on, which was generally clean. Xio simply sat by Forsi's bed, facing the other person's expression of surprise, his dark green eyes staring at the light blue patch, as if looking for something.

"Why did you tell the 'Sun' that you can use one of the main ingredients of the 'Sheriff' to pay for the formula of the 'Sun Priest'."

The long brown curly hair hangs down by his hand, and Forsi, who was seen by his friends with some hairy eyes, did not have the erratic eyes he imagined. Instead, he pressed Xiu back to the bed with both hands calmly, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"I don't need any extraordinary items anyway..."

"Then you can ask him to help you find a Beyonder weapon. The City of Silver fights monsters all year round, so it shouldn't be difficult to find a weapon that suits you." Xio was determined and pressed step by step.

Forsi, who was choked again, breathed a stagnation, and then suddenly exerted strength, refuting his friend's point of view in a coherent manner.

"But do you think I'm the type that would go out a lot?"

"Who do you think is more likely to be in danger?"

"I still have this bracelet, what do you have, your three-edged blade?"

A set of combination punches has quietly relieved Forsi, who was stunned by Huo Wen, and then he was afraid that his friend would react, so he increased his strength and persuaded him.

"Look, I've found the formula for Sequence Eight. If I'm lucky, I can get the materials together, and I don't encounter much danger, but you are still a Sequence Nine, and you are often in the Eastern District. It is even more necessary to enhance the strength of self-protection.”

"And even if I do exchange a Beyonder item, I still need to consider the negative effects. It is better to give you a copy of the main material as a favor, so that in exchange for a free bodyguard, you don't have to consider communication and negative effects. Extraordinary items are good?"

After tentatively rubbing Xio's hair, Fors walked out of the bed with satisfaction, and dragged his slippers out of the room.

"But I don't have a recipe right now."

Xio, who had just reacted, turned his head, and the stubborn hair on his head flicked, attracting most of Fors' attention.

But this is indeed a problem... Forsi thought for a moment, hesitated for a few seconds, and proposed:

"Perhaps you can try to contact the person with the golden mask. Anyway, tonight is Mr. A's party."

Seeing that his friend was still hesitant, Forsi stretched out a finger and brought out another important reason for doing so.

"Don't worry, have you forgotten, the Aurora Society is also considered to be Mr. Fool's subordinates in a sense, and the demigod Your Excellency who passed by last time, even if there is any conspiracy by that unidentified golden mask, it will not be the case. to us."

Listening to his friend's careful analysis, Xio temporarily suppressed the last trace of hesitation and fear in his heart, nodded slightly, and agreed to this proposal.

Phew... Seeing Xiu nodded indistinctly, Forsi, who knew her friend's character well, heaved a sigh of relief, and then smiled tactfully.

"Okay, what's for dinner tonight?"

"I think we can prepare in advance."

Backlund, 17 Minsk Street.

In the bedroom on the second floor, just after the Tarot Club ended, Klein, who was somewhat lacking in spirituality, stretched his waist and slowly stood up from the chair.

Next time I want to try to host a tarot meeting in the living room, the chair in the bedroom is too hard, my waist... On the wooden stairs, Klein rubbed his lower back with his right hand and walked slowly Down, in the relief of the stretched bones, the silent spiritual intuition suddenly tightened.

He felt a hint of gloom.

In front of the stairs on the first floor, Klein immediately activated the "substitute", and then cautiously stuck to the wall, blocking his right hand behind him.

Slowly looking around the air in front of him, several illusory spiritual body lines are spreading from the irregular outline, hanging there empty.

Slightly nervous, Klein suddenly froze for a moment. After realizing something, the right hand behind his back was slightly stiff, and he asked awkwardly into the air in front of him:

"Miss Sharon?"

In the living room that lacked light, there were ripples in the gray mid-air, and different colors gradually filled with transparency. The pale golden hair hung down beside the pale and delicate face, and there was not much emotion in the blue eyes.

Sharon, who was hanging in the air, first bowed with her complicated palace skirt, and then she said:

"cooperate."

cooperate?

Haven't we already signed the notarial certificate?

Seeing that Klein didn't fully understand what he meant, Sharron glanced at him up and down, and finally settled on the right hand that was still hanging around his waist.

"Maric wants to know if you're ready."

Following Miss Sharron's gaze, he found that his hand was still in an extremely embarrassing position, and Klein knocked softly.

Although he should have sensed the essence of the "substitute" sealed artifact until Miss Sharron, Klein was quite embarrassed when he thought of what he had just done, and rubbed his face covered with the human skin mask a few times.

My real appearance, Miss Sharon, has never been exposed, and she probably wouldn't have gone upstairs without authorization to find out that the real world was abnormal when I was hosting the Tarot Club.

"I'm ready." Klein turned slightly stern, then swept to the opposite side of the window, "Has the 'indulgence' pursuers already arrived?"

"No."

Sharon in midair denied Klein's guess, but she nodded restrainedly.

"But the ambush should be in these two days."

Klein calculated the items in his hands and slowly exhaled.

"If that's the case, I need extra preparation."

Counting extraordinary weapons, I don't lack any means of attack, but I lack means to directly restrain the “wraith”... Suddenly, Klein paused for a moment, then looked at the doll-like silent, ready-made "Resentful Soul", hesitating again and again, he still opened his mouth and said:

"Do the black flames of the 'Witch' and the curse of the 'Demon' have any effect on the spiritual body of the 'Wraith'?"

Sharron was silent for a second or two, and her lack of emotion slowly passed over Klein's upper body, until the "diver" who was looking at the opposite felt a touch of gloom, and then said in a voice without any fluctuations:

"Yes, but the level is not enough, it is better to use the thread of the spiritual body."

What Miss Sharon means is that although it can cause damage, but the damage is not enough, why not use the spiritual body thread to suppress the "wraith" of the "indulgence" at a critical time like Rosago?

"The most suitable thing to deal with 'Wraith' and 'Demon' is the item of the 'Sun' pathway."

Slightly beyond Klein's expectations, Sharron took the initiative to supplement the question just now.

"I see." Klein nodded, and his expression became much more serious.

"If the ambush time is determined, please let me know in advance."

Sharon in the air nodded slightly, and then her figure returned to transparency and blended into the background behind her. Soon, in the vision of the spiritual body, Klein could no longer see the figure of this "Resentful Soul" lady. .

Minsk 13.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror whose frame had peeled off a little red paint, Louis Evans slowly took off the pair of gold-wire glasses on the bridge of his nose, his dull eyes gradually faded to dark gray, and became deeper and deeper, and his hairline receded little by little. One centimeter, the traces of the years climbed again on the cheeks that were no longer young, and the young detective from a wealthy family once again changed back to the "dead" Dunn Smith.

"When was the last time I was promoted?"

In the empty room, no one paid attention to Dunn's self-talk. The former night watchman, who had not been promoted for a long time and could catch up with someone immediately, was just a little nervous like a newcomer.

Without a response, Dunn's gray depths dimmed a lot.

Although the characteristics of devouring dead teammates in the past made him unable to digest the potion well, he also got some other benefits. show him the right path.

Playing the role of a youth for a long time, Dunn, who recently felt as though his mind had become much younger, stared at the potion he had just collected in the mirror~www.mtlnovel.com~ Since His Royal Highness Edmund put the "Requiem Master" After giving the potion to himself as a reward, he used the wealthy small vault under the name of Louis Evans and the underground Beyonder gathering industry developed by Backlund to gather the two most important main materials.

The sunlight outside the window was getting dim, and the darkness spread from the corners of the room, gradually swallowing up the few lights.

After a few deep breaths, Dunn closed his eyes, and the darkness that was nibbling away the last ray of light suddenly boiled, and pounced with his teeth and claws.

The surging waves of darkness and joy rose and fell, and the illusory silk threads spread from the upside-down ocean, swam to the ground like buds growing in reverse, and gathered from different directions to Dunn who was standing in the middle.

The shadow threads swaying like snakes surrounded the source of spreading spirituality. Dunn in the middle opened his eyes, not seeing the confusion, and resolutely drank the potion in his hand.

The darkness around him suddenly soared and stopped at the climax. Slowly and softly, they joined together and embraced Dunn. The darkness connected by the hazy silk threads covered his figure like the softest velvet.

The ethereal and illusory singing reverberated in the lonely empty house, and with the twitching of the second hand, this soft pitch black returned to the surface, like the most ordinary shadow, crawling and waiting to be summoned.

"Crimson."

The deep and mellow voice broke the silence, the darkness around him suddenly shrank, and Dunn, whose eyes were like a layer of light black veil, looked in the direction of the inspiration just now.

In the perception, I happened to see a blur of transparency flying out of Minsk No. 17.

The silent Dunn stared at the neighbor who had been guarded by him, and his frown deepened a little bit.

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