Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 201

In Queens, nominally common houses belonging to the nobility.

Forsi glanced at the exit from the living room leading to other rooms, his hands on his knees stirred slightly, feeling a little uneasy.

Why hasn't Xio come back... The silent transaction in the room continued, and five minutes had passed since Xio left the room.

As less and less text remained on the blackboard, Mr. A's party was drawing to a close.

Finally, when the party was about to end, Xio, who was shrouded in robes and was slightly lower than the waiter, walked in from the exit and returned to his seat.

Forsi, who had been waiting for a long time, glanced at her, and saw that the friend sitting beside him had a serious face, and there was not much emotion in his dark green eyes.

Silver City, near the patrol camp.

Silver-white lightning flashes across the sky from time to time, and together with the animal skin lanterns hanging on wooden poles around, constitute a valuable lighting resource for this camp.

Derrick leaned against one of the wooden poles, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and hugged his own "Silent One Longsword" tightly.

Since encountering Loholid, he has been transferred out of the original team. According to the arrangement of the elders of the six-member council, he has been incorporated into a team with a group of Beyonders in the middle sequence.

Unfortunately, this team belongs directly to the chief Colin Inriart, and Lovia acts as his second-in-command.

Boom!

Without warning, a thicker-than-ever lightning bolt in the sky split the boundless darkness, but the team members waiting in the camp did not respond much, and no one even took a second look.

This is a harbinger of the replacement of "night" and "day" on this continent. After the lightning, the frequency of lightning replacement in the sky will become faster and faster, just as recorded in ancient books, the day when the sun shines .

The stomach bag of the spirit eater, as well as a main material of the "Sheriff", all belong to the eighth level of the Sequence. It probably takes me three daily patrols this week to get it together... Derrick holds it in his arms The long sword stood up from under the wooden pole.

There are also the characteristics of the human skin shadow that Mr. World needs, the pituitary gland of the Thousand-faced Hunter... I remember that according to records, the demigod giant under the seat of Mr. Fool was near the City of Silver because of the Dragon, there are basically no monsters related to dragons. Except for applying for the reserves in the exchange warehouse, they can only wait to participate in the outing.

The characteristics of human skin shadows are not too uncommon, and there are not many ghost monsters hidden in the dark... Derrick looked at the ubiquitous deep beside him.

These gauze-like blacks are constantly on and off in light and darkness. At a glance, you can vaguely catch the shadowy ghosts hiding in the short darkness, showing their fangs before they disappear in the silvery white of lightning.

"whole team."

At the entrance of the camp, a familiar and old voice broke Derrick's contemplation. The chief, who was dressed in linen, had already stood in the middle of the camp within a few seconds. After returning from the last outing, he had something to do with Loholid. And Lovia, who aroused dissatisfaction with most of the team members, stood silently aside, apparently not receiving any punishment from the six-member council.

Although he knew that the elder who had herded a demigod in front of him was a believer of the true Creator and would not endanger him in any way, Derrick instinctively held the "Long Sword of the Silent One". The hilt of the sword, the morning glow of dawn also covered his palm.

Colin Inriart, who is 2.4 meters tall, looked around for a week, and after taking the obvious or implied vigilance of these members into his eyes, he said slowly:

"Two days later, I'm going to set off to explore the city after the last dragon. The daily patrols before this are still the same."

Continue to explore that city? Derrick looked at the elder Lovia next to the chief in surprise, but found that the lady who had lost trust among quite a few members of the Silver City team didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the sudden burst of noise in front of her. with confusion.

Derrick is not the only one who has doubts about this. Many Beyonders who have reached Sequence Five and Sequence Six have maintained their opinions on the Chief's order.

After all, the last time they explored, they encountered the almost irresistible Loholid. Although the dragon escaped inexplicably last time, will it still be there this time?

Could there be other dangers hidden in the ruins of the city-state where the dragon occupied last time?

As a group of people with the most combat experience in the City of Silver, of course they would be concerned about such and such dangers.

Obedience and solidarity are the strongest weapons the City of Silver has stood for so far, while prudence is the hardest shield.

However, due to the prestige of the six-member council, or the prestige that Chief Colin Inriart himself has accumulated over the years, after just a brief discussion, the silence at the beginning was restored in the camp. Basically, all members have silently accepted this. Task.

Alas... In the gloomy darkness, everyone's faces were illuminated by silver and white from time to time. Looking at these faces that were not similar, but contained the same emotion and strength, Colin sighed imperceptibly.

His eyes moved slowly, and finally the chief's gaze stopped on Derrick's face, who turned his head slightly and slightly dodged, but the hesitation was fleeting in his eyes, and the chief soon gave up on this. The thought of special preferential treatment for a young boy was hidden, and he looked in the next direction as if nothing had happened.

In the tumultuous Sunia Sea, the Blue Avenger was thrown high from time to time, and then fell back under the influence of gravity. His vision penetrated the glass window wet by the sea, and Alger, who was sitting firmly on the captain's chair, watched The sailors, who had to use all their strength to avoid being swept into the deep sea by the waves, were swaying on the deck, and among the turbulent turbans, only a few convinced sailors of the church and the first mate who had accepted his favor seemed to be walking on the ground. Others are so embarrassed.

winter winter.

A muffled sound came, and Alger, who was sitting firmly on the seat, was reluctant to get up. With the unique design of the captain's room door, he controlled the airflow and rolled up the handle.

It may be that the long-term turbulence consumed a lot of physical strength. The second mate who hurriedly knocked on the door didn't notice that his captain was still sitting on the chair and never got up. He just thought that as a more powerful Beyonder, the captain's reaction speed was faster. He was also a little hypocritical, and he didn't ask him to go to the deck and drag the sails desperately, so he didn't want to stand with them and the sailors for a while.

However, these inner thoughts only stayed at the stage of thinking. In front of Alger, the second rank of the Sequence Nine lowered his head with a red turban, panting and said:

"Captain, the church's church is in front of us. We are sailing completely against the current, and the **** on the deck can't hold it. Stop at the port of the church in front of us, just to avoid the wind and waves, and we can also replenish the water."

Listening to the second officer's report, Alger instinctively constructed an illusory nautical chart in his mind, and he figured out the current situation almost instantly based on spiritual feedback.

If it is only a day off to avoid the time when the wind and waves are the heaviest, it will not affect the transfer to the outer channel of the Rhodes Islands before next week...Although as the captain of the Church of the Storms privateer, Alger is less constrained, but He still had to change course from time to time according to the order of the church.

As for this time, in order to monitor the movement of the rebels on the Rhosid Islands, Argel, who had just left the outer periphery of the islands, resisted all the objections and demanded to return to the voyage against the current, but he only borrowed the order from the church to hunt down Lieutenant General of Disease.

"Okay, try to dock at the port of the church tonight." After a little weighing, Alger agreed to the second mate's proposal.

Seeing that the monitor who was actually sent by the church to backhand against him was about to close the door, Alger frowned slightly and said again:

"By the way, I remember that you are from the aborigines of the Rhosid Islands?"

The second mate, who was suddenly brought up, shuddered obviously, and then turned around, a little overreacted.

"I have been studying in a church school since I was a child, and I can't even speak the indigenous languages, only my appearance can't be changed."

Alger looked at him with a wary face when he brought up the topic of blood, anxiously disregarding his identity as a native of the Rhosid Islands, and waved his hand impatiently.

"I mean, how much do you know about those so-called rebels?"

The second officer with his palm resting on the doorknob no longer trembled, turned silent, and just stared at Alger, who was sitting upright, trying to figure out why the other party suddenly brought up this topic that was not good for anyone.

"I don't know those rebels very well, and it's impossible for them to accept fake Ruen people like me who took over the education of the church since childhood." After a long time, they have the same brown skin as the natives in the Rhosid Islands. past the body.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered that many private ports in the Rhodes Islands are still in the hands of the natives." Alger leaned against the back of his chair and waved his hands. The slightly flustered second officer also nodded as if he was amnesty. He closed the door and went back to the deck.

In the captain's room, Alger still stared at the direction where the second mate stood just now, remembered a rumor he had heard, and muttered to himself;

"Before the Church of Storms occupied the Rhosid Islands, like Sunia Island, there were often elves haunting..."

On Tuesday morning, Klein confirmed from the Backlund Morning Post that this Wednesday night, Mr. Eye of Wisdom would still hold a meeting at that address.

I don't know what kind of weapon the agent lady will prepare this time... Klein felt the bulge of his arms and the sides of his body, and adjusted his sitting posture.

After the Tarot Club ended yesterday, Klein, who had nothing to do, made a special trip to Backlund Bridge Street, and bought ammunition that fit the size of the "Attachment" revolver at the other underground trading point provided by Yin En, and prepared them by the way. A new gun pouch.

Alas, I knew I should have asked the lady to prepare some extraordinary items in the "sun" field at the last party, but looking at the previous transactions, she should carry some bullets with special effects at each party, if there is really no suitable Items such as demon hunting bullets are not unacceptable... But considering the existence of "substitutes", similar thoughts stayed in Klein's mind for a few minutes.

Due to the agreement with Miss Sharon yesterday, the ambush against the "Rose School" and "Sexual Faction" will probably be within the next few days. In order to receive news from Miss Sharon on time, Klein decided to reward himself for a day off at home. .

After simply cleaning up, Klein, who had just collapsed on the living room sofa and was about to read today's newspaper, suddenly heard someone knock on the door.

On-site appointment?

It can't be Mr. White... Klein threw away this not-so-funny joke, and walked towards the entrance in a leisurely manner. Directly through the thin wooden door panel, I can see the general emotional aura and spiritual state of the visitor behind the door.

The rich dark blue is mixed with pitch black, and the cool color symbolizes calm thinking. The emotional aura does not fluctuate much. Although Klein already has an answer in his heart, when he opens the door, he really sees his neighbor with a complicated identity - Louis. ·After Yin Wensi, she still showed her surprise just right.

"Detective Yin Wensi, what's the matter?"

He pretended to knock twice behind the detective, his eyes dodging as if he was really afraid of an official Beyonder hiding somewhere.

Dunn, who had just been promoted yesterday and whose spiritual restraint was not very good, rubbed his forehead, ignoring the overly expressive actions of this strange neighbor, and said in a calm voice:

"I recently encountered a more difficult eucalyptus, and I hope to refer to your opinion."

Tricky eucalyptus, refer to my opinion?

Although Klein didn't believe that this was the other party's real purpose, he still nodded and let in the neighbor with a mysterious background. At the same time, he adjusted the "substitute" to a state that could be activated at any time.

As the master, Klein went to prepare black tea. In the living room, Dunn, who was thought to be just making an excuse, first glanced around for a week, until he, the new "Requiem Master", did not feel anything special. The existence of the spirit body suppressed the vigilance in my heart of the translucent figure I accidentally glimpsed yesterday, and took out a document carefully packed in a kraft paper bag from the coat I was carrying.

"You must have heard of the true identity of the Crazy Ripper?"

Seeing that Klein had noticed the title written in large black letters on the outside of the document bag, Dunn got straight to the point.

"Of course, Patrick Jason, a banker with a good reputation on the surface, but also a real sociopath, a scumbag, a..."

"A 'demon~www.mtlnovel.com~ Dunn interrupted Klein's unnutritious comparison sentences, instead of concealing the two's Beyonder identities, he directly put the things that were avoided on the table, "If I remember correctly, that day at the detective consultation, you kept suggesting that Detective Isengard's killer might be a 'serial killer' or higher. "

"Yes, but I didn't expect it to be a 'devil'." Seeing that the other party was not covering up, Klein calmly admitted that he knew the extraordinary fact, and responded actively.

"But what does this have to do with the eucalyptus you said?"

Dunn sipped his lipstick tea carefully, frowning slightly.

"My client is a partner of the bank that Patrick Jason holds shares. Since the first time the real identity of the Crazy Ripper was exposed, he has sold his shares and embezzled Patrick Jason in the bank before his death. An additional deposit of trust, and at the same time he has staff ready to deal with the only known lover of Jason."

"Wait." Klein looked at the young detective who seemed to have a bright and stalwart image in front of him with a stunned expression. After a moment of hesitation, he said solemnly, "Detective Yin Wensi, you don't want to be involved in this kind of thing, right?"

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I put it today, only one more update, sorry.

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