Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 90

Participating in Mr. A's party is not something to be bothered about. A strong person standing under the saints of the Aurora Society can definitely gather more resources.

And there is a "secret" relationship. Even if something really goes wrong, as long as it's not the arrival of a demigod from the Kingdom's military or the church, it's not me who should be afraid... Klein calmly analyzed the pros and cons. After thinking about it, I made a decision.

Heh, when did I become a despicable second generation too...

His slightly dazed eyes turned to the last transaction in progress, and he was a little sighed for a while.

Unfortunately, the final transaction did not succeed. After the abortion was confirmed, the "wisdom eye" old gentleman who was the convener arranged for each member to leave.

There's more volume today than ever, so there's more risk of a fight halfway through.

He arranged for Klein to leave in the third place. He did not go through the secret passage in the basement like the first few, but left directly from the main entrance.

Klein took off his robe and returned it to the waiter. He walked around in a familiar circle and walked straight through the alley to the back door of the Brave Bar.

This is where he made an appointment with Ian.

Sure enough, after opening the door, the greasy smell and Ian belonging to the back kitchen of the bar were waiting here.

The big boy with poor mental state and lack of sleep seemed a little helpless at this time, and was constantly wandering on the slightly dirty floor.

"What's the matter, haven't you found someone who is good at blasting?" Klein patted the dust on his double-breasted coat and asked casually.

Ian, who was confused, glanced at his employer, bit his lip, and said after deliberation:

"No, I found someone who is good at blasting, but he is a Beyonder, a relatively powerful Beyonder."

He watched Klein's expression with some worry, and added another sentence.

"At least better than Mr. Zeriel."

This is the strongest Beyonder he has ever seen—not counting those from MI9.

A Beyonder stronger than Zeriel, how did Ian judge? Klein raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. He just took out a coin from his pocket at some point, and tossed it familiarly.

Zheng!

The brass-colored penny was face up and fell back into Klein's gloved right palm.

There is no danger... He smiled more relaxedly, holding the chain-blade cane in his left hand tighter, and greeted Ian:

"You can take me to see it."

In silence, the spiritual perspective and the "substitute" on the right hand opened at the same time.

Dense illusory black filaments appeared. In Klein's vision, the movements of every living creature in the bar were clearly visible. The strong visual feedback almost burst his brain.

After a few breaths, the initial flood of discomfort faded away, leaving only a little throbbing.

He endured this not-so-obvious torture, followed closely behind Klein, and arrived at the entrance of a short and narrow corridor within a few steps.

He glanced at Caspars who had already found him in the distance, raised the cane in his hand in response, and greeted him with a smile.

Immediately, he bought into the corridor very relaxed, knocked on the innermost wooden door without taking any obvious precautions, and looked at Ian behind him in a daze.

He remembered that Mr. Moriarty was a very cautious man.

After a few taps, a chill came from behind the door. A body without spiritual threads opened the door. The blue-faced living corpse looked at Klein's appearance. After humming a few times, Get out of the door.

"Good evening Maric." He symbolically raised the cane in his hand again.

Ian also walked into the room at this time, his face pale, obviously very afraid of the living corpses in the room.

With madness in his eyes, Maric, who was wearing a black vest and trousers without a coat, looked away from the poker table. Obviously, he was not in a good state at this time. He just nodded and didn't make any further comments.

Afterwards, with Ian's obviously shocked gaze and Marichiten's straightening action, Klein turned slightly to the side, and in the air not occupied by a living corpse, he slowly gave a salute.

He lowered his waist and said in a calm voice:

"Good evening, Miss Bodyguard."

After all, this mysterious "Wraith" didn't tell Klein her name.

In mid-air, a slightly hazy figure emerged from the colors of the background. The complicated long court dress on her body gradually became clear. Her blond hair, blue eyes and pale skin made up her delicate appearance, and she performed a standard court etiquette with great restraint.

She also didn't speak, just like when Klein hired her.

Klein glanced at Ian, who was stunned beside him, and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect that Ian found you who are good at blasting."

The maliciousness in his eyes was more obvious than usual, and the voice of Maric, who seemed to have affected his sanity, was low.

"We're all experts at demolition."

The bodyguard lady floating in the air lowered her body slightly, her blue eyes glanced at the black glove on Klein's right hand, and her voice was ethereal:

"You've got a clue, the entrance to that basement?"

Her questions sounded cloudy, as if it would be extremely difficult to say one more word.

But Klein, who went to the underground ruins for adventure together, easily understood what the other party meant, and replied without thinking:

"There are about three or four days before I can get the information about the owner of the basement ruins. Now it's the first choice to close the entrance to prevent the hidden secrets from being discovered."

At the end of the protection mission and when they parted, they had reached a consensus, and the two cooperated to explore this unexpectedly discovered relic.

At the same time, what they didn't mention was the red-haired soul with extremely high personality and terrifying strength hidden in the ruins.

Although there is no plan to help him out of trouble, the various rewards offered by the other party are still quite attractive.

After getting a positive answer, Sharron didn't ask any more questions, but looked at Maric who was sitting at the poker table.

Is this to want me and Maric to blow up the entrance to that basement?

Klein looked at the seven or eight dead corpses in the room and was quite satisfied.

Although it is obviously easier for Miss Bodyguard to set up blasting here, as long as Maric's corpse is disguised as a worker, it will have a better camouflage effect.

After all, Detective Moriarty completed the blasting work alone, and with a guide, several workers with low IQs completed the blasting work, which must be the rationale behind.

"So when do we act?" The words were addressed to Maric.

But the man who was fighting against the maliciousness in his heart was stunned for a moment, and then he looked at the lady bodyguard beside him, and said strangely:

"Didn't Sharon mean that she took some of my living corpses with her?"

Sharon?

This is the name of Miss Bodyguard. Maric actually said it directly. His state is so bad?

Klein looked a little puzzled, and subconsciously looked in the direction of Miss Bodyguard—Sharon. A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in the young lady's eyes, but she returned to calm in an instant, and nodded calmly.

Heh... The corners of Klein's mouth turned up little by little, looked at Ian beside him, and explained

"Ian is in charge of our usual activities and contacts, so it shouldn't affect too much."

Because there is no messenger, we still have to rely on artificial methods... Klein whispered in his heart, missing Mr. Azik's powerful messenger.

Since Tingen's resurrection, he hasn't used that copper whistle again, it's just a thought.

Alas... He sighed lightly, but found that the copper whistle was icy cold in his pocket.

The living corpse standing beside him suddenly became agile and rushed in the direction of his shirt pocket, scaring Ian behind Klein almost to scream.

what's the situation!

He subconsciously thought that Maric was going to attack him, but then he thought that with Miss Sharon, if he really wanted to do it, within ten seconds, his Beyonder characteristics would be ready to emerge.

Sure enough, the living corpse that erupted without warning only had the strength of an ordinary person, and before taking two steps, Klein used his fighting skills to knock him to the ground.

At the same time, with Miss Sharon as the center, a cold wind blew, and the still struggling living corpse quickly calmed down. After Klein let go of the tentative test, he walked unsteadily to the corner of the room and squatted down facing the wall.

The other living corpses seemed to have been similarly affected, their eyes that were already godless, seemed even more dazed, and they all stood there like tree trunks~www.mtlnovel.com~ Seeing that the situation was out of their control, their eyes were even more malicious. Maric stared at the hem of Klein's coat, barely maintaining his sanity, and asked:

"What did you just trigger?"

Klein, whose coldness on the left side of his body gradually disappeared, held up the glasses that were falling down the bridge of his nose, and said helplessly:

"A magical item. Every now and then it attracts dead bodies."

He blurred the negative effect of Azik's copper whistle, and moved his shoulder and left hand at the same time, so that the "Silent One's Longsword" and the chain-blade cane, which were carried behind him like a musical instrument, attracted Maric's attention.

The last time he made a move, he had already exposed the fact that he possessed extraordinary items. In a few days, maybe Miss Sharon had already told her companions.

At the intersection of Iron Cross Street, under the dim gas lamps, Azik, who was wearing a black formal suit and a white shirt bottomed, looked around for a week in a daze, and an inexplicable feeling came to his mind.

"It's a very familiar aura, but it's not very real. Are there other 'Death God' path Beyonders nearby?"

Azik closed his eyes slightly, only to feel that his fate was not clear, as if there was a large fog floating in front of the road.

This misty feeling has haunted Ince Zangwill ever since he started hunting down Ince Zangwill.

"Maybe he used 0-08's influence on me again..." After thinking for a while, Azik gave up the decision to pursue that erratic breath.

In his current state, if he really encounters a demigod of the "corpse collector" pathway, it is very likely that nothing good will happen.

The cold wind was colder and colder, and on the streets of Iron Cross Street, the gentleman of medium stature standing under the street lamp had disappeared.

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