Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me Chapter 24

"I thought you would be struggling for a while?" Edmund said with a slight smile.

Alger still held his head down, his eyes fixed on the slightly greasy floor, and he did not dare to float anywhere else, and solemnly replied:

"I just followed my inner thoughts."

Edmund didn't make a statement when he heard this answer. He just dragged a chair from the side and sat on it gently. The whole person seemed to be hanging on it, as if he was just a projection, not with the wooden seat. The chair makes a real touch.

In the strange silence, Alger was still half-kneeling on the ground without saying a word, patiently waiting for Edmund's inquiry, only through the pair of black trouser legs he could see from the corner of his eye, he could confirm that His Royal Highness did not leave, and was still stuck in the inside this house.

"What price are you willing to pay for what you want?"

"What's your dream?" Edmund, still in that nonchalant and cynical tone, put one leg on the other and asked casually.

Alger opened his mouth, but did not spit out a single syllable. After thinking carefully for a few seconds, he said:

"I am a mixed-race child born in a small town on the sea. I have always been in an under-appreciated position in the Church of Storms, and I have always been marginalized by the church, so in my heart, I always wanted to be a high-ranking church executive. "

"But I think, I shouldn't be able to realize this dream anymore, right?" After speaking, Alger's facial muscles twitched slightly, and a bitter taste appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Edmund did not directly reply to his question, but asked another question:

"Do you think that the high-level church members of the 'tyrant' will mix in what you say, believers of the evil god?"

"'Tyrant' is the name of Path Sequence Zero where the 'Lord of the Storm' is located."

Sequence zero? What does it mean?

Is the sequence corresponding to the gods?

Is this implying that there are spies who believe in evil gods in the church?

Several questions quickly passed through his mind, Alger opened his eyes unconsciously, and thought carefully along these words.

The upper echelons of the church are all members of the former council of God who need to face the Lord on a regular basis, and according to my experience when I became a "captain" and met the Pope on Pasu Island, the fear of the Lord will only become stronger. Under psychological torture, no one should be able to hide the secret in their hearts.

So, His Royal Highness Edmund is implying that the spies are in the middle and high levels of the church? After all, they are not qualified to face the gods directly. If they are only hiding secrets under the fear and oppression of the Pope, they may be able to do it by relying on the blessing of the corresponding angel level.

If I stubbornly want to stay in the church in the end, maybe I can only stay at the level of the Captain of the "Punisher"... After several thoughts, Alger restrained the urge to take a long breath and lowered the pressure. The voice said in a low voice:

"I'm willing to fully obey your arrangements."

Hearing Alger's reply, Edmund nodded slightly, controlled a kind of transparent spirit that he usually used as a servant, lifted a wooden chair in the corner of the room, placed it behind Alger, and reminded:

"You don't have to kneel on the ground all the time, you can sit on the stool."

Alger was stunned for a while. He felt the vibration of the chair behind him, and hesitantly raised his body. He slowly sat on the chair behind him, feeling like he was sitting on a ball of cotton, and his whole body was soft. Yes, I suspect that I have been silently dragged into a dream.

Edmund looked at Alger with satisfaction, and said in a light tone that was as relaxing as possible:

"Actually, you don't need to do some dangerous things now. I'm very satisfied with your current state. A ghost ship is enough to complete tasks that most ships can't do. What you need now is to use some merits to improve yourself. The status within the church, get rid of the current state of being excluded."

"I will provide you with several suitable opportunities, as well as the potion formula corresponding to Sequence Six, if you can quickly win the attention of the church through the opportunities I provide - you can take this as a trial, and I will give it to you directly. A potion you need."

"When your strength increases to a certain level, I hope you can find an opportunity by yourself to stay in Bayam for a while. At that time, you will know your real mission."

These conditions, which could be called generous, almost washed away Alger's sanity and made him agree immediately.

But it doesn't say what kind of task I will be responsible for in the end, I can't judge the danger behind it... Alger's mouth is slightly open, just want to use the words he has cultivated for a long time to get more When the message came, Edmund suddenly said again:

"By the way, I can also clean up everything you worried about before."

Alger, who was sitting across from him in a tangle, suddenly lost his mind, and his thoughts fell into a blank space.

Edmund looked at the other party's expression with satisfaction, and said with a slight smile:

"Qilingus will be killed, the primitive island you discovered with him, hehe, I will tell you some secrets about that island, which can help you better explore that island."

"Also, am I being too friendly, and you seem to have forgotten my identity?"

As he spoke, Edmund shifted the positions of his overlapping legs.

The last time we met, Roman Ambrosius had made it clear that he would secretly deal with Qilingus at the right time, and was going to use this to find out some of the peripheral members of the "Twilight Hermit Society".

"No, please forgive my arrogance, Your Highness Edmund." Alger regained his senses and replied in horror.

Just now, when he was facing an angel's gesture, he had the thought of rejecting it. Does he have any qualifications to reject it?

What happened to me just now? That way of thinking is not my style?

Edmund ignored Alger's apology, but took out a sterling silver-embellished fossil tooth pendant from the pocket of his gorgeous suit, and casually threw it to Alger who was sitting opposite him.

With his good neural response ability, Alger accurately caught the pendant thrown by Edmund and looked at it subconsciously.

It was the tooth fossil of an unknown creature. It was a bit like the shape of some potion materials. It was like a direct miniature of the teeth of some kind of large beast, and it was crystal clear.

Its surface, where it connects with the silver chain, is embellished with slightly dull silver patterns and reliefs, depicting vivid butterflies, and even the twisted patterns on the wings of the butterflies are clearly carved. Like some expensive artwork.

Alger was holding the delicate, quaint fossil pendant in his hand, and Edmund's calm voice lingered in his ears:

"This is equivalent to a symbolic badge that solidifies power. It can give you some abilities in prophecy. If you want to contact me in the future, you can also go through this directly. You no longer need to recite my honorable name, just silently recite the elvish language. The word 'rotten' is good."

"There are also some maps instilled in it. They need to be explored by yourself. They are some opportunities to help you complete the task. The things buried there are the merits that I have prepared for you."

After glancing at the pendant again, he quickly untied the silver chain, hung the pendant around his neck, and tucked it into the innermost layer of the clothes with his hands, so that the slightly cold fossilized tooth clinged to his chest. Layered garments conceal slightly prominent silver chains.

He pressed his right hand on his chest very sincerely, lowered his chin slightly, and said in a deep voice:

"Thank you for your gift."

Edmund's unreal figure suddenly fluctuated, gradually faded, and merged with the surrounding colors. Even his entire body began to tremble with his smile:

"Your mission will begin when you return to sea. Before that, you can fully participate in the pursuit of Qilingus and witness his death."

"Of course, what is more important than all of this, including tasks, is to adhere to the devotion to my Lord and serve him with heart. It is an opportunity for my Lord to allow you to join the council before God that He presides over. In the future, if my Lord serves you If any task is promulgated, its priority will exceed the current task, and everything will be headed by the will of the Lord."

Under Alger's gaze, Edmund's figure finally faded to the point of blending in with the surrounding colors, leaving only a slightly ethereal voice still echoing in the not-so-empty pool room.

"Huh." Alger let out a long breath. After a few seconds of silence, he slowly stood up and put back the two wooden chairs that were suddenly placed in the center of the room.

He looked around for a week, and after confirming that Edmund Jason had left, he carefully took out the fossil pendant embellished with sterling silver from under his layers of clothing. Imbued with spirituality, after confirming that he had obtained some methods on how to use the pendant to complete the prophecy, as well as the illusory notes that recorded several treasures and a lot of information, he carefully hid the pendant under his clothes in the same way as before. .

With slightly heavy steps, he walked to the wooden door of the billiard room, put his right hand on the handle, exerted a little force, and pushed open the wooden door that had been locked by himself.

Squeak.

The wooden door stained with oil stains and traces of time slowly opened outward. The warm heat wave, the noisy sound, and the strong aroma of wine rushed into Alger's nerves at once, bringing him from the nervousness just now. The environment brought back a familiar reality.

Sitting at the bar, Caspars, who had been staring at billiard room No. 3, saw Alger coming. He casually asked the bartender for Lie Langzi, who was full of wooden barrels, and walked over with it.

He laughed, got close to Alger, lowered his voice and said:

"This is for you, so it's just to quench your thirst."

Alger didn't shirk, he directly took the cup of Lie Langqi that was in the wooden barrel cup, and poured it into his mouth. On the skin with obvious traces of wind and rain, there is a clear reflection.

He handed the empty wine glass back to Caspars, walked out of the "Brave Bar" without saying a word.

Alger stood on the bleak and cold Tiemen Street, took a deep breath of the pale yellow mist mixed with an obvious pungent smell, and cursed in a hoarse voice:

"Damn Eastside, **** factory."

PS: Because of Edmund's intervention, Alger came to Backlund two days ahead of schedule

Chapter end