Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 169

"I want to know the truth about that riot."

Max, Ikanser, and Klein, who had been tricked invisibly, all stared at the misty silver mirror. Under the three scorching gazes, Arrodes, who had been covering up all the time, moved at an unprecedented speed. , reconstructed a clear picture.

In the magnified close-up, a gloomy man is staring at the Roselle fan who is engrossed in reading the title of the book on the shelf, and his mouth is plausible.

The next moment, the unfortunate puppet who was being rescued by the Heart of Mechanism members lowered his head like a puppet. The strange dark yellow color occupied his pupils. Body separation.

Under the control of the "cold-blooded" special talent, he quickly ran a few steps and knocked over a lady in a dark green long dress, releasing the curse that had not been completely absorbed on his body.

Klein looked at what he experienced next, and moved his gaze imperceptibly to the corner of the desk that happened to appear in the picture, reconfirming the whole process of the bookmark being stained with blood but still intact.

"It looks like a 'devil'..."

Max and Ikanser looked at each other, and they nodded tacitly, seeing the answer they wanted in each other's eyes.

Most likely related to Crazy Ripper.

Although Backlund has many wild Beyonders, and many of them have been ignored by the authorities, they never include "devils" and "xenomorphs".

This is not a Beyonder pathway, but because long-term experience has taught the Heart of Machines, Nighthawks, and Punishers that any Beyonder who has been infected with these pathways is basically no different from a monster, and in a sense, is a lunatic compared to the Aurora Society. more dangerous existence.

"It's time for you to answer Arrodes' question."

The unprecedentedly clear picture quickly dissipated, replaced by blood-red fonts.

"When was the last time Roselle Gustaf went to sea?"

Looking at the normal question on the mirror, Ikanser frowned, and kept a few centimeters away from Max calmly.

"I'm not sure, is it inspecting Intis's fleet?"

"mistake!"

Thick lightning fell from the sky, and in front of Klein and Ikanser, it dyed Max's neatly groomed hair with a touch of silver and set it up.

"The last time Roselle Gustaf went to sea was..."

On the mirror flowing like water waves, the blood-red text was distorted invisibly, as if it were being distorted by some unknown force.

The grayish-white mist became thinner and thinner. Klein, who also had an inadvertent understanding of this issue, stared at the mirror, his face stiffened by the human-skin mask trembling slightly.

Although he didn't know why, he could feel that the mirror named Arrodes was trying to convey some message by himself.

Illusory blood dripped from the words on the mirror surface, dipping in the remaining grayish white lines. The grayish-white lines that had not yet been formed suddenly disappeared, and the simple silver mirror returned to a deep calm like water.

"It looks like it was correct to use that Sealed Artifact to affect it before."

Seeing that there was no problem with the sealed artifact he was responsible for after all, Ikanser let out a sigh of relief. His thick-boned palms ran along the ends of his hair, as if trying to make his messy hair neater.

Max on the side did not answer, but wrapped it in the black cloth in his hands, shook his head that had not been replaced from the lightning numbness, and waved to the colleague on the side.

"The rest of the work is up to you..."

He covered his forehead, his eyes wandering.

The mirror wrapped in black cloth was buckled on the table with its back on the table, and there was always a smile on his face. Ikanser, who seemed to be much more friendly than Max, smiled at Klein.

"Arrodes has proved your innocence just now, but out of responsibility for the general public, we still need to leave some backup means."

Alternate means?

As we all know, the Beyonder team of the Church of Steam can be said to be the most comprehensive official Beyonder team other than the believers of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom.

Wouldn't it be to sign a contract or something... Klein recalled the magical item he had seen on Rosago, but his expression was still natural.

"No problem, I am willing to prove my piety to God."

As he said that, he familiarly tapped his chest three times clockwise, and Ikanser and Max on the opposite side looked much more friendly.

Although it cannot be 100% certain, it is more convenient for official Beyonders like them to have a common belief in a god.

"Don't worry, it's not a strict requirement."

Based on his past experience, Ikanser comforted while taking out a yellowish piece of paper from his pocket.

He gently pushed the piece of paper that was very similar to what Klein had seen on Rosago in front of Klein.

"This is an extraordinary item of the 'sun' pathway, and it is a 'notarial certificate' valid for one month."

Klein looked at the "notarial certificate" placed in front of him, and sure enough, on the light yellow paper background, he saw the less obvious "Sun" logo and the clearer "God of Steam and Machinery" holy emblem.

There is only one clause on this warm paper, and the rest is empty.

"I swear in the name of the great "Son of Steam" that anyone who promises is not allowed to leave Backlund without reporting to the Heart of Machines."

After reading the solitary clause several times, Klein's expression became a little weird.

If he remembers correctly, the so-called "Son of Steam" has been dead for almost two hundred years...

This should be the name of the emperor before he broke with the Church of Steam. Why...

Looking at the doubts on Klein's face, Ikanser, who was opposite, stroked his hair and explained vaguely:

"The title of 'Son of Steam' now points to another existence."

He didn't go into more detail.

For ordinary wild Beyonders, the most powerful ones in their cognition may be the archbishops of various churches and parishes, those demigods or deacons in charge of the corresponding Personality Beyonders.

And this "notarial certificate" obviously points to a real big man.

"I know."

Thinking of the diary he saw earlier, Klein pretended to be half-understood, and signed his name graciously.

Not to mention whether this "notarial certificate" can really restrain him, anyway, he has no idea of ​​leaving Backlund recently, this is just a passing scene.

"Okay," Ikanser picked up the piece of paper, glanced up and down, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, put it back inside the coat together with the silver mirror buttoned on the table.

"After a month, you may need to sign this 'notarial certificate' again."

This is an improved version just developed by the church. Although the effective time is not as long as before, it is worse than ordinary members of the sequence can also pray to that person and use the "sun" pathway to make the sealed artifact, which essentially facilitates the corresponding work. .

"So can I leave now?"

Klein moved his wrist, pointed to the chain-blade cane behind Max, and said carefully.

"Of course there's no problem." Max snorted with a stuffy nose, his eyes closed from time to time, indicating that the captain had not yet adapted to the electric shock just now.

With the permission of the official Beyonder, Klein, who was already sitting a little numb, tentatively got up, retrieved his cane from the table, turned his back to Ikanser's searching gaze, and walked out of the room steadily.

click.

The door of the top-floor room closed gently, took a deep breath, and felt the unique aroma of the pages of the old paper pile in his nostrils. Klein half-jokingly said to the air:

"This should be the closest I've come to history."

He shook his head somewhat complicatedly, humming the minor tune of "Broad Ocean and Sky", discerning the direction, and walked towards the stairs leading to the exhibition hall.

Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall's family.

On the vine rocking chair in the middle of the glass conservatory, Audrey was reading the detailed introduction about the Roselle Memorial Exhibition. The maid carefully placed the snow-white shawl aside, and the long creamy white dress boldly used lace. The round pearl necklace reflects the warm light.

"This looks very interesting. It's not like the previous exhibitions. There are only some imitation models. This exhibition will also contain many precious originals created by Emperor Roselle."

This means that there may be many Roselle diaries there, all of which can be sacrificed to Mr. Fool!

Audrey couldn't help but feel a smile, the off-white round-toed shoes swayed gently, and looked at Susie, who was squatting beside the rattan chair, her golden hair decorated with satin bows.

"Susie, I read it said that there is a robot dog model designed by Emperor Roselle in this exhibition."

Hearing Audrey's sweet voice, Susie, who was wagging her tail, just opened her mouth, but she heard familiar footsteps behind her, so she had to squat back, look at the door, and wag her tail again.

I'm just a dog after all.

She recalled the graceful posture of the Doberman pinscher at Mrs. Proline's salon last time. She stopped her tail movements in a decent manner, her chest was erect, and she barked solemnly at the door.

"I didn't notice before, our little beauties are so much more elegant than before."

Earl Hall walked in from the corner of the glass greenhouse, his beautiful mustache trembled at Susie, and made a joke with a smile.

"Dad, Susie has always been more graceful than your rude hounds."

Audrey, who was still lying on the rattan chair just now, stood up and saluted gracefully in the direction where the earl was standing.

"So they can only be hounds, not the little beauties who accompany the most beautiful gems in Backlund." Earl Hall nodded along with his little daughter's words, and at the same time his two hands that were not serious were flat in front of him. The tone was deliberately lengthened.

"Let me guess, our Miss Jewel saluted me, should she need my help again?"

Audrey didn't hide it, and answered with bright eyes:

"I'm going to see the Roselle Memorial Exhibition."

If possible, I plan to take Susie with me... She added in her mind.

Ok?

Earl Hall's smile was much lighter to the naked eye, he pondered a little, and said with some embarrassment:

"Tell you the unfortunate news, something went wrong with the Roselle Memorial Exhibition today."

"why?"

As an excellent "spectator", Audrey read a touch of real solemnity on her father's face.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. It's just that there are some people who like mysticism as much as you used to. They want to start with the various documents there."

After thinking about it, it is not a big deal, Earl Hall chose to confess the truth to his daughter.

Some wild Beyonders want to steal Emperor Roselle's diary?

Audrey didn't have much effort to reveal the other meaning in her father's words, and her beautiful eyebrows were lightly wrinkled together.

If that's the case, Mechanicheart will definitely increase the security of the diary...

She immediately thought of those official Beyonders whose names she had only heard of.

Although by virtue of her own identity, as long as her father is willing to help, she can read the original text of Emperor Roselle's diary, but she may encounter dangerous people who are also looking at them.

Seeing his little princess frowning, Earl Hall, who was still a little tangled, gave up and continued to step forward. Instead, he thought for a while and said his solution.

"I heard that the Morris family's children also have a lot of interest in the occult. The two honorary directors of the Kingdom Antiquities Protection Association suggested that the Kingdom Museum should be happy to receive you after closing."

And Morris's son is the same as his little princess. UU reading www.uukanshu.com are all low-rank Beyonders, maybe there will be a common language... He silently completed the rest in his heart.

"Thank you so much, handsome count."

The milky white lace gauze skirt was gently lifted, and Audrey gave her father another salute with a smile.

"You are a wise gentleman."

"No, you should praise me as a gentleman with capital." Seemingly infected by the sweet smile of his little daughter, Earl Hall also made a rare joke full of "reality".

Susie, who unknowingly resumed squatting on the ground, looked at the father and daughter, her round eyes swept around.

what are they talking about?

Wang!

In Minsk No. 17, the illusory dark silk threads swayed gently. Klein looked at these slender black threads scattered only in the corner of the room. With a flick of his finger, the falling gold coins lay firmly in the palm of his hand, face up. .

After signing the "notarial certificate", Heart of Machinery did not arrange for additional team members to monitor itself.

He nodded with satisfaction, and put the coat containing most of the extraordinary items, including but not limited to the magician's paper figurines, as well as special items such as the spell of fate, Mr. A badge, and Azik's copper whistle. He walked into the bathroom, locked the wooden door with his hands behind his back, and took four steps backwards to the gray fog.

The figure at the top of the bronze long table solidified after the crimson flickering. Klein looked at the majestic gray fog in front of him. After realizing that there was no half-length figure of himself, he pursed his lips slightly, limited the paper and pen, and wrote down the divination statement.

"The bookmark in Roselle's creative manuscript today is the card of blasphemy made by Roselle."

He wants to confirm the identity of today's card!

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