Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 135

Backlund Chorwood District, five o'clock in the afternoon.

The dark colors of the "William VI Library", which was designed in the style of earlier years, almost blend in with the night.

In order to commemorate the father of the current emperor, the great "strong man", the entire library maintained the supreme favorite military style at the beginning of its construction, and the overall use of dark blue painting to celebrate the Loen Navy In his hands, he finally surpassed the Intis Navy, which was cultivated to the top by Roselle.

As the closing time came, citizens who followed the free library to facilitate or inquire about materials, or prepare for exams walked out of the arched gate one after another. One of them, a gentleman in his thirties, holding a gold-encrusted walking stick, and the young men around him out of place.

I didn't expect that any world would encounter poor "law test" students... After reading the poor detective's notes in the morning, Klein, who immediately ran to the library to look up old newspapers, found what he wanted. s things.

In the August 28 edition of the Tussock River News, special correspondent Clark Carr reported on a gang conflict that shocked the West Velas Field.

In the long-winded report, a lot of pen and ink were used to introduce the "Grey Penguin" party boss who died in this conflict - Diamando, but avoided another gangster who caused his death. The leader just understated the matter as "Grey Penguin", in order to expand his own black power, he took the initiative to conflict with the "Red Dock" gang.

Using a lot of black material about Diamardo to draw people's attention to the heinous things he has done, and Kapin's power has naturally become the background plate of this terrible conflict... ... Such a standard operation, and now tell me that there is no official end after this, I don't believe it.

Fortunately, I didn't tell Mr. Agron about Cappin at that time, trying to cheat.

Although Mr. Agron looks very serious, the ghost knows the master behind him. Will the prince or the people around him reveal this news?

Strictly speaking, MI9 is ​​also half a civil servant system!

Feeling the cold wind blowing across his face, Klein's bloated brain gradually relaxed after reading the newspapers all afternoon. He boarded a nearby public carriage, nimbly occupied a seat, and closed his eyes.

Today is Wednesday, and the "Eye of Wisdom" old gentleman's party was held as scheduled.

The sun had completely set, and Klein stared at the blood moon he hadn't seen for a long time, and walked into the Brave Bar.

Is it my delusion that this blood moon has changed a bit more than before, and my spirituality seems to be more active?

However, this unfounded feeling only lasted in Klein's mind for less than a second, and he walked straight into the steaming bar. His attention was completely attracted by the pungent smell of alcohol in the air and the cheers of drunks. .

"Where is Caspers?"

Familiar with throwing a few coins at the bar, Klein took his South Wales beer. The bartender, who had always been disinterested, also pointed to a wooden door behind him.

It's the same old place, the vacated pool room.

Looking at it, and swiping a few more laps, Klein shook his head in disappointment, and the "substitute" on his right hand returned to the dormant state again.

Miss Sharon and Maric's spiritual threads are not seen in the room in the "spiritual thread" perspective.

It seems that those two really won't appear in the bar... Klein felt a little regretful for a while.

Sharon and Maric are the only mid-sequence he knows who can now ask for help through employment.

I remember that they are all "different species". Could it be that they have recently received information and found that people from the Rose School have appeared in Backlund, so they should avoid the limelight?

After all, judging from the official description of the Rose School, Sharon and Maric don't look like followers of the madman sect, but more like ordinary Beyonders who run away after obtaining potion formulas and properties from them.

However, I can still contact Maric through Caspars... After a brief disappointment, Klein adhered to the fine tradition of being diligent and thrifty, and kept drinking a large glass of South Wales beer before slowly walking towards bravery. Narrow street behind the bar.

According to the pre-appointed password from the newspaper, he walked into the small house used for gatherings, still dressed in iron black mask and robe, and sat in the corner of the living room.

There were more people coming today than last time, but it still couldn't keep up with the number of people when Klein first attended this gathering.

In the relatively empty living room, the old gentleman "Eye of Wisdom" was still sitting on his favorite easy chair, his hands with gorgeous ornaments folded, his fingers constantly rubbing the huge gem on the **** ring.

The clock pointed to six o'clock.

"Okay, we won't wait any longer, it seems that there are still many friends who can't open their bodies today." The "eye of wisdom" whose expression was hidden behind the mask laughed and spread his hands forward symbolically.

"Come on, old man, if you didn't suddenly change the time last time, and this time was so close to the last party, who wouldn't want to come?"

"I've always wanted to buy the follow-up formula of 'Pharmacist', who do you have?"

As he spoke, the fat "pharmacist" who had no good words in his mouth suddenly turned around and stirred up the atmosphere of the party in a complaining tone.

It is a pity that there was a long silence after the short-lived incident. No one present responded to the question of the "pharmacist", but only cast inquiring eyes.

"Well, I'm actually used to it." Seeing such a "tragic situation", the fat "pharmacist" who didn't attend last time muttered to himself, and then took out a few bottles from his pocket and turned to the salesman. , "There is no formula, you always have medicines, right?"

"I brought all the good stuff this time."

Just don't be a mummy fan again... Klein muttered to himself, then raised his hand.

"Anything?"

"There are many, some can help you channel, some can help you heal wounds, some can help you increase your spirituality in a short time, and there are powerful tranquilizers, in short, they are all commonly used things." "Pharmacist" rarely put away his unpleasant mouth and only focused on the properties of the potion.

After listening to his introduction, the living room, which had been dead before, gradually became active, and several figures shrouded in robes were eager to try, showing their desire to buy.

Although the trading of extraordinary materials, extraordinary weapons and potion formulas in ordinary gatherings would be daunting for various reasons, this kind of potion, which is only worth about one pound, is basically a no-brainer hot commodity.

No "pharmacist" would offend a Beyonder for this small amount of money.

Soon, before Klein expressed his intentions, a tall gentleman who seemed to be inclined to melee combat took out ten-pound and one-pound banknotes and directly emptied the "Pharmacist". 's inventory.

"For the ones you mentioned just now, in addition to the tranquilizer, I want three copies each." Seeing that someone else wanted to make a deal, Klein took the lead in throwing out the gold pounds and left the last three bottles of potions that could speed up wound recovery from the other party's hands. .

After a few more members bought the remaining potions, the party that was not in high interest due to the tension outside finally came alive.

In a corner of the living room, a man in black who couldn't tell from his figure raised his hand, his voice was slightly hoarse, but it was obvious that it was a woman.

"I brought several weapons this time..."

It turned out to be the Miss Craftsman's spokesperson... Klein, who was also sitting in the corner, nodded suddenly.

What this lady brought this time was a short knife and a bracer with a rapier. In short, it was not the type that Klein needed.

Judging from the inscription on the "Chain-blade Cane", the "craftsman" behind this lady is most likely a mid-sequence with an official identity, plus the "barbarian" formula emphasized again by the other party this time, the one who never The "craftsmen" who showed up were not nobles and church members, maybe even Loen people?

"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

Forsi, who suddenly felt inexplicable pressure, recited the honorable name of "The Fool" for the first time, completely ignoring that he was still eating with Huo, and the cup that fell from the trembling in his hand shattered to the ground, and the milk in it was smashed to the ground. Her front placket was completely wet.

She saw the red moon outside the window, and the intuition of the "apprentice" told her that if it was later, all that would be waiting for her would be the ravings that could almost kill her before!

She quickly finished reciting the standard three-stage honorable name, and the brilliance of the blood moon gradually shone into the room.

Above the eternal gray fog, the star that belongs to her expands like a breath. The illusory voice and picture are connected with the symbol on the "The Fool" high-back chair along the invisible connection, and will soon be connected to the party who is attending the party. Klein ~www.mtlnovel.com~ Good evening, Miss 'Magic'. "

A burst of crimson erupted, and the spiritual body was surrounded by Forsi, who was pulled up to the Origin Castle, in confusion. Then, he jumped up from his seat as if awake, and gave a deep salute in the direction of the top.

"Good evening, Mr. Fool, you saved my life again."

Behind the mottled long table, the "mystery" with a thick gray mist around him nodded lightly, without any intention of communicating with him.

Seeing that her greetings had not been answered, Forsi, whose legs were a little sore, sat down tentatively, relying on the spiritual intuition that was constantly provoked by the "mysterious" majestic spirituality, and she did not sit down like before. on the high-back chair.

I always feel that when it is not a Tarot Club, Mr. Fool will become more indifferent and more imposing. Compared with the usual He, it is like two extremes...

On the right side of the long table, seeing that "The Fool" didn't do anything to him, he just let himself sit on the gray fog, as if he wanted to let himself sit until the influence of the blood moon ended and Forsi, who returned, couldn't help but observe the usual A **** who doesn't dare to peep.

After all, this **** has always been moving. It's like now, a living sculpture. From the beginning, I only dared to use my peripheral vision, and now I occasionally look straight at it, but there is no response.

Just when her associations were getting richer and a new outline of the novel was about to be conceived, she finally got out of the influence of Tianzun, and regained a little "secret" and her curious eyes met in the air.

Seeing that the smile on the corner of the young lady's mouth was a little stiff, "Secret" suddenly became interested, and the face with obvious elf characteristics evoked a smile.

"What are you curious about?"

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