Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"It would be nice if there was a more convenient way to make this charm..."

Klein rubbed his temples. He was close to the limit due to the frequent cutting of spiritual insects recently.

He didn't expect to ask Miss Messenger to make a few more coins. Klein didn't want to take the risk of losing control and planned to deliver them later. Fortunately, Miss Messenger didn't mind this.

By the time the "Magician" completes those "Tricky Stories", the "Tricky Mage" should have almost digested the magic potion. When it comes to Sequence Three, maybe this situation can change. I don't know if I can just use gray mist to make these. Is it possible that the higher the sequence of the talisman, the closer the connection with the Gray Mist Palace.

He thought about the ritual required to be promoted to "ancient scholar" - to completely withdraw from reality for at least three hundred years and take a magic potion after it has become history and no longer belongs to the current era.

Klein's mouth twitched violently, revealing an arc that didn't quite look like a smile. But he quickly restrained his expression. He turned his head and looked at Skylark, who was napping in the corner of the desk.

After walking through Will Asceptin's dream, Knowns only woke up for a while, and soon seemed sluggish. After Klein's repeated words of comfort, the skylark felt relieved and lay down directly. Dozed off on the table.

But even when he was asleep, Norns seemed to be very sensitive. Klein's gaze only stayed for two seconds before Skylark opened his eyes in confusion, and turned to Klein with an expression that was too empty and unfocused. Lane's direction.

"It's okay, you look very tired, don't worry about me." Klein subconsciously said this. After hearing his words, Knowns reacted for several seconds before giving out a dull low and then lowered his head again.

Klein was thinking about promotion. The key now was the materials for Sequence Three.

The Demonic Wolf of Mist is hard to find. Do I really want to sacrifice to the goddess?

Two hours later, Klein collected the flocculated heart and white frost crystals of the Demonic Wolf of Mist from the altar area.

Klein was reluctant to sacrifice Norns, so he could only sacrifice the rather peculiar "life stick" to the goddess of the night.

The skylark squatted obediently on top of Klein's head. Because it refused to leave Klein's side, Klein had no choice but to take it with him for sacrifice. When the dark and mysterious door opened, Norns kept humming. It didn't stop, making Klein feel a little scared.

Fortunately, the goddess didn't care and left the materials directly to me...

Klein knew in his heart that this was still a gift with special benefits, and he didn't know what he would have to pay in exchange for it.

He just hoped that it wasn't because of anything related to Zoya. Now whenever he hears this name, Klein feels a headache.

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Bridge South District, Rose Street.

Leonard Mitchell casually smoothed his collar. Dunn had told him many times to ask this young man to pay more attention to his appearance when he went on a mission and put on his official police uniform.

Leonard couldn't tell, but he did feel that Tingen's former captain was becoming more and more nagging, on par with the old man in his mind.

The "Red Gloves" team wearing black and white police uniforms arrived at the only church of the Mother Earth Church in Backlund. "Xingxing" did know something about this church, so he took the initiative to take on this task.

I just hope that the other party's resistance will not be too fierce.

The whole building was deserted, with only two figures staying inside. The tall Fusac man was hunched over, sitting in the first row and praying attentively, and the young man with black hair and red eyes in a priest's uniform. The man was mopping the fairly clean floor, wiping away the last bits of dust.

At the front, the soft light of dusk passes through the stained glass, and a simple baby surrounded by wheat ears, flowers and spring water symbols seems to be shining.

Leonard walked across the aisle, met the worried-looking Mr. Vampire's gaze, turned his head naturally, and walked all the way to the first row.

Bishop Utravsky was still focused on praying. It wasn't until Leonard coughed twice that he opened his eyes and turned his head.

Even when seated, the bishop's body was surprisingly wide. The oppressive feeling brought by this figure was quite different from the peaceful and serene expression on his face.

Leonard took out his ID from his arms and showed it to the other party according to the procedure: "I am the senior inspector of the Backlund Police Department. Sir, we have something to ask you to come back and assist us in our investigation."

When Father Utravsky slowly stood up, two members behind Leonard showed a little caution. Otherwise, this priest was too strong. For beings larger than himself, the creatures An instinctive self-defense mentality will arise.

Although he lowered his head from top to bottom, Father Utravsky's tone was as gentle as his demeanor: "What is it?"

The excuse was found early on, and Leonard quickly replied: "There are residents nearby who have reported that you are behaving strangely. You may be a spy from Fusac or Feneport."

This "Red Glove" team even hid a "1" level sealed object, just to fight against this God's Favored One, because they knew that the other party was not a demigod. This team led by Leonard, all There is a lot of confidence that the battle will be ended completely without casualties - provided that there is a conflict.

Utravsky's silence made the atmosphere in the church stagnant. When he turned his head to look at Emlyn, the handsome vampire youth was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Moon" specifically asked relevant questions in Tarot meetings because she was worried about this "warrior" who was born in Fusac. Although he was locked underground for a long time at first, he was later hinted to work as a hard labor in the church, which made Emlyn had very complicated feelings towards the bishop.

But after a subtle period of time, Emlyn didn't know if he really had any faith in the Mother Earth.

But one thing he knew was that Father Utravsky was a good man and had never done anything bad. Emlyn also believed that he would never take the initiative to harm anyone.

The vampire youth who had been standing by the candlestick still couldn't hold it back. He took two steps forward with a twinkling expression and approached the direction of the tall bishop. He subconsciously opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Let him go with peace of mind, right? Persuasion or comfort? None of them seemed appropriate.

So Emlyn quickly closed his mouth again and stood there blankly.

But Bishop Utravsky smiled, looked away, and nodded at these official Beyonders pretending to be policemen: "Okay."

There was no fight, but the other party was so cooperative?

Although this was beyond Leonard's expectations, it made him feel relieved. After being slightly startled, the black-haired young "police inspector" also smiled: "Thank you for your cooperation."

Also relieved was Emlyn, who was watching all this. If a fight really broke out, the situation would be too bad.

A certain team member who was following Leonard glanced at the priest next to him and asked in a low voice: "Team, er, the police inspector, and the priest, do you want to take them with us? To prevent accidents, you can directly Close Harvest Church for a while.”

Emlyn looked at Leonard, and Leonard valued Emlyn.

After a few seconds of deliberation, Leonard suppressed his embarrassed smile and said, "If the espionage case involves Fenebaud, he is also a big suspect... Well, please ask him to go back together to assist in the investigation."

Leonard nodded towards Emlyn, but looking at the already pale face of the vampire young man, it was even more ugly. It was obvious that he did not understand Leonard's hint.

There is really no other way...

Leonard sighed inwardly.

At the same time, on Lily of the Valley Street, not far from Rose Flower Street, there were also three official extraordinary people wearing police inspector uniforms and using simple identity disguises.

It's just that they don't belong to the Church of the Goddess of Night, but to the Mechanical Heart of the Church of the "God of Steam and Machinery".

The leader was a gloomy-looking man with short brown hair who was very capable. His hawk-like brown eyes scanned the green leaves of the plants outside the apartment building.

In the cold wind at the end of October, these flowers still bloomed in a season that was not suitable for them, showing a gorgeous landscape. One of the huge sunflower disks was so conspicuous that the captain frowned.

Sighing silently in his mind, the man knocked on the front door of the apartment, waiting for someone to respond.

He knew that in a few months, these flower pots would be moved to the second floor or the roof. Mrs. Romano always used the excuse of "cultivating varieties" and her extremely bad temper to block the attention of others. Mouth, but such a straightforward use of extraordinary abilities is really not very appropriate.

Because Mrs. Romano had connections with her father, the people who came to ask for "assistance in the investigation" were not the Nighthawks, but the Machine Heart who was more familiar with her.

Soon, the door of Apartment No. 7 opened, and an old lady wrapped in a thick blanket appeared behind the door. There were a few fine white wild chrysanthemums in her hair net, and she was holding two huge leather balls in her hands. box.

"you……"

The old woman snorted heavily through her nostrils, and thrust the heavy box into the hands of the younger Extraordinary next to her:

"Let's go, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Why are you here so late? Young people today are so inefficient! They know how to waste the little time left by the elderly..."

The young man, who suddenly had an extra burden on his hands, looked at the captain and then at the old man, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"I will take care of the other people living here." The brown-haired man in the lead nodded seriously.

Mrs. Romano's eyes widened, and her high-pitched voice was very irritable: "Remember to move all my children into the house! You lazy fools can't count on them. Anyway, they will help me water the water. If I When I came back, I found that a flower pot was broken, haha!"

"Okay, I promise you."

Although Mrs. Romano's attitude was extremely bad, the brown-haired man smiled.