Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 132

The eternal gray fog lingered in the magnificent palace, the spiritual wave slowly subsided, and above the dome, the stars connecting Loholid returned to normal, and Klein, who was sitting on the top, hesitated to withdraw his fingers.

"What are you going to do with him?"

Judging from the feedback given by Crimson Star just now, "Mystery", a believer who was forgotten in the Land Forsaken by God, is in a very poor state, and his spirit is on the verge of splitting at any time.

"Let him find a new city-state by himself, and restore his spirituality by building up his beliefs." To this, "Mystery"'s answer was simple and rude, with almost no consideration.

After experiencing all the chaos of the Second Epoch, He has formed a more blatantly racist ideology, and has natural prejudice against non-pan-human races such as dragons, giants, demon wolves, phoenixes, and demons.

Although the identity of the righteous **** in the third era makes him have a lot of beliefs from these races, especially the "diver" path demon wolf, this still does not change his inherent thinking, he always feels that he can't be like that one The Creator is as fraternity.

Of course, his adopted daughter-Angelberg is an exception. She has been educated from the values ​​of "secret" since she was a child. Spiritually speaking, she is not a giant in the traditional sense, but more like a human who has been deeply affected by Beyonder characteristics. .

But judging from the momentary contact just now, he still believes in you even after a thousand years... Klein does not agree with the cruel treatment of his own half-body.

However, considering that he is now in the public toilet in the East District, there is filth all over the stationary side, and someone may find his body at any time, Klein has to put this matter aside first, spread his spirituality, and leave gray fog.

The crimson on the top of the long table flickered, and Mystery, who was leaning against the high-back chair, sat in the seat of The Fool, and opened the crimson star belonging to Loholid again.

If Loholid really doesn't care about him, how could it be possible to have his own marked star on Origin Castle?

In the darkness far away from the temple of the true creator, Loholid, who re-integrated with the young part, had a weak breath, and in his scarlet pupils, the meaning of madness was even stronger.

He can accept the loss of one-third of his body, and he can accept the loss of a "Fear Bishop" level grazing target, but he cannot accept that he runs away in front of creatures weaker than himself!

But this is the Lord's will, this is the Lord's... Loholid, who was constantly hypnotizing himself, suddenly stopped moving in mid-air, and the gray mist covered his eyes again.

"Look for a new city-state, spread my faith, and believers of the true creator will no longer pursue you."

In a trance, "mysterious" calm and cold voice penetrated the soul, and the pressure of belonging to a high-ranking personality made Loholid's three heads tremble and bow deeply.

"Your will is my will."

Silently, the stars were shining brightly in the gray fog, and a radiant humanoid with twelve pairs of angel wings gently enveloped Loholid's scaly and dim body. The long-lost Qingming.

"Praise the great 'Mysterious God'!"

Loholid, who had regained the Lord's favor, was excited to praise his faith in Elvish language. The "mystery" above the gray fog gave him a faint glance, and then cut off contact with him without hesitation.

I don't know what will happen to the giant dragon in the end. Klein, who saw the giant dragon "with his own eyes" for the first time, was actually a little excited, and even walking a little faster now.

It's a pity, if I went to high school, I would know that I would have a giant dragon believer, and I should be more excited than now... As his thoughts raced, the corner of Klein's mouth became more and more curved, and he watched as he waited for him by the side of the road. The old Kohler couldn't help but be startled, feeling a little puzzled.

Why does a good gentleman become so happy when he goes to the toilet?

But this is all the privacy of the gentlemen. In his past work life, he deeply remembered to only do his job well and never ask more questions. Kohler quickly put this idea behind him and greeted him enthusiastically.

"Sir, are you still going to the place where I used to live?"

"Go, of course." Klein, who was in a good mood, nodded slightly.

Before hearing Little "Sun" cry for help, Klein talked to Kohler about his previous life and wanted to see the most real living space of the workers in the East Side.

In dense residential areas, it should be easier to find clues about missing persons.

Backlund's biggest "source of goods" for human smuggling is the brick building area where those workers' families who are not so short of money live in the Eastern District.

There used to be the unfinished part of the expansion plan of the North District and Backlund District. Later, the housing construction company responsible for the project went bankrupt, and the unfinished building on the company's accounts was confiscated and auctioned. After several floors, it changed hands and became the best in the East District. housing residential area.

After passing through a few streets, they came to a light yellow three-story building. Around the apartment-style houses, there were many vendors, most of them were individual craftsmen, most of them were watch repairers.

"Actually, this is not where I used to live," said Kohler, who had some envy in his eyes, and suddenly became twisted, "I used to live in a farther place, even when I made the most money, Can't afford to live here."

As he said that, his withered fingers pointed to a small unpainted brick-red building in the distance. It was still in a state of unfinished completion, but the doors and windows had been installed, and some people lived in it.

Looking in the direction he pointed, Klein, whose expression fluctuated slightly because the pattern here was similar to the neighborhood where he lived in Tingen, shook his head slightly, with a complicated tone.

"Did no one deal with that house in the end?"

I don't know if I misunderstood what he meant, but Kohler, who had obvious nostalgia in his eyes, hurriedly shook his head, and his explanation sounded a little hesitant.

"Of course not, sir."

"Because the house there is too biased, in the end, the gentlemen of the company really didn't want to deal with it, so in the end, it all came to the Huili party that I told you just now. They organized the decoration and rent collection."

The decoration he said was just adding a few wooden windows and door frames to each floor, but in exchange for the dog urinating on the unowned land, the ownership was created out of nothing for some reason. rent.

"So, this house sold by a serious company is more standardized than the one you used to live in?" Klein, who couldn't think of how to continue asking on the topic just now, changed the subject and followed the blurred mind. The memory of , went to the only store that opened the door and had the owner.

In the memories belonging to Klein Moretti, when he was a child, he would often look in front of similar stores to see if he could pick up some small "toys".

Kohler, who retracted his fingers, hurriedly followed in his footsteps and explained the question just now.

"Actually, there are not too many regulations. The Huili Party has always regarded itself as the real policeman in the area under their control, and paid more attention to the rules. The rent collection of the house is also in accordance with the methods of those companies outside."

During the conversation, they had already approached the shop whose two side-by-side windows had been opened and used as a street frontage.

Seeing that the shopkeeper behind the door was still sleeping, Klein glanced sideways at Kohler, who quickly explained:

"They usually go to collective factories at night to work night shifts and make up for sleep during the day."

"You have to go to the factory if you have your own store?" Klein suddenly felt a little stupid as soon as he asked this question.

Fortunately, the half-aged worker Kohler seemed to have taken it all in the "naive" idea of ​​Mr. Good, but lowered his voice.

"People here usually repair things that are broken in their homes, and no one will find specialized craftsmen."

And the "big clients" outside won't look for such amateur craftsmen in the East District... Klein finished in his heart what Kohler had not finished, and gave up the plan to disturb this gentleman's rest. The fingers of the upper sash were withdrawn.

"let's go......"

Just when he was about to leave, Klein was suddenly attracted by the "poster" written in huge crooked letters on the craftsman's desk. The names on it were not neatly arranged in a row, some of which were crossed out. Some were redacted.

"What do these mean?" He looked at his guide.

Unfortunately, this time Kohler, who was very familiar with the Eastern District, did not give his answer.

He shook his head blankly, opening his mouth again.

Klein, who frowned slightly, thought for a moment, took out a few coins from his pocket, and then tapped the window frame of the store in front of him.

dong dong dong.

There was a muffled hum with snot twitching, and the craftsman whose face was pressed with red marks by the arms that acted as pillows raised his head and looked sleepily at the two men who were blocking the door of his shop.

"What do you need to fix?"

Although he wasn't fully awake yet, he still glanced at the time quickly, and after making sure that he had not slept, he regained his strength.

"I'm not trying to fix things, I'm trying to ask a question, of course for a fee."

Hearing the answer from the gentleman in the double-breasted coat on the right, the craftsman who frowned first, then slowly calmed down, rubbed his eyes and agreed immediately.

"No problem, as long as I know, I will tell you."

He had already seen a few coins on the table, almost half a soli.

"What does this list mean?" Klein's index finger counted the half-meter-long "poster" that was used as a tablecloth by the craftsman, and got straight to the point.

The yawning craftsman was obviously a little surprised by this question, but for the sake of money, he still said everything he knew.

"This is a list made by the previous residents of this area. It is a list of their recently missing people. Every shop here will have one."

Missing?

Klein's spirit instantly became tense, but under the control of the "Clown" ability, his expression was as usual, and he still didn't care much.

"Are these people who disappeared recently?"

"Yeah, many people here can't write, and they have to go to work during the day and night, so they can't find time to look for them. In the end, they can only write this paper together and give it to everyone who usually sets up a stall, hoping to buy something. People can know something."

After saying that, the craftsman with the stubble touched his eyes, took a breath and said:

"Everyone is human, and it's not difficult to hang a piece of paper. If the child can really be found, then I'll be happy too."

Hearing this, Klein noticed that there was a small mark under each name, and none of the numbers exceeded twenty.

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