Lord of the Mysteries

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Handling the changed glass bottle, Kline took out the gold-colored pocket watch, and glanced at it, remembering the current time.

He must return here three hours later to separate the "no dark cross" from the "slavery bottle". Only in this way can the individual "manipulator" be characterized, rather than the product of all the previous sequence characteristics.

"There is a feeling of doing experiments..." Klein nodded slightly, put away his pocket watch, returned to the real world, and really started the lunch break.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the close-fun servant Nyuni, under the watchful eye of the butler Walter, sounded the door of the employer.

"What?" Dawn Don Tass, wearing his pajamas, licking the forehead, opened the door to the bedroom.

Enuniy took a ritual:

"Sir, you accepted Mrs. Liana's afternoon tea invitation the night before, just today."

"Okay, give me a quarter of an hour to prepare." Klein looked to the butler Walter.

Then he told the close-up servant Enuni:

"You come in and help me change my clothes."

When the room left only his own and his own secret couple, Klein manipulated the latter to take the afternoon tea, and from time to time aimed at the wall clock on the wall.

After about ten minutes, he tied the bow tie and put on his coat. He took four steps in the same place and went to the fog.

At this point, it was just three hours before he entered the last time.

On the top of the bronze long table, the variegated glass bottle that is firmly pressed together by the power of the fog and the "no dark cross" has lost the feeling of being covered with a grid of shimmering gleam. It became a common household item on the street.

The bottom of the glass bottle has a large amount of gray, which has the vitality to flow on its own, forming a heart-shaped thing with a child's fist. Not only is there more folds on it, but it also splits another gap like an eye. As for that. A complex, three-dimensional pattern, logo, and symbol that protrudes into the void into the interior, almost identical to what Klein saw when he was previously given the extraordinary character of Hervin Rambis.

It was only a little different... Klein let go of the suppression of the fog and took the "no dark cross" out of the bottle.

With such steps, the precipitated items are completely separated from the mutated glass bottles and become complete and independent.

Klein took his left hand and picked up the brain-like thing. He looked at it for a few seconds and threw it into the heap of debris, covered in fog.

At this time, in the variegated glass bottle, the sound once again sounded, but it was rather weak:

"You, this, the devil..."

Klein did not respond, and inserted the "no dark cross" held in his right hand, and relied on the power of the fog to hold it back.

As a result, peace has been restored in this ancient palace.

Back in the real world, Klein put on a hat and a cane. He left the Burke Lund Street at 160, and went to the residence of Mr. Maht, on the 39th of the same block.

............

In the elegantly furnished living room, next to the exquisite three-tiered tray, several guests sat around, posing a cup of glamorous black tea in front of them.

Klein took a piece of cucumber sandwich and took a bite. He half-jobed and said his true feelings:

“The shape of today’s desserts seems to be very chic, whether it’s a carrot cake or a creamy muffin.”

Mr. Maht heard the words and laughed:

"Dow, your observations are really sharp."

This has nothing to do with observation, as long as the eyes can be seen, grotesque... Klein whispered in his heart:

“It sounds like a good thing.”

"Of course, this is what Hailuer personally did. You can try it later. Although she can't control the shape effectively, it tastes really good." Mr. Mahett said with a little show off.

The other side of the Beckland University of Technology, Portland Momont, laughed:

"It's not like Hailuer I know."

Mr. Mahat looked at Mrs. Liana and said with satisfaction:

"Everyone will grow up, isn't it?"

“Haulul is really mature recently. She is not only willing to learn the courses that were previously excluded, prepared for socializing and marriage, occasionally making snacks, playing the first piece of music, and often taking the initiative to accompany her mother to listen to music. Yes, watch horse racing, go to department stores, and listen quietly at various salons and banquets."

According to Miss Justice, Hailuer’s treatment process has reached a stage where he can recall the great fright and pain he has suffered. Although it is only an intuitive emotional feeling, it does not involve specific things, but also Enough to let Hailuer dream of losing his parents and most of his loved ones from time to time... This made her unconsciously start to cherish her family, and to some extent changed herself? Klein thoughtfully smiled and said:

"This is a good thing."

"Yes." Mr. Maht responded with a touch of emotion. "I was very worried about the character of Hailuer. She was worried that she could not get a good marriage and could not normally interact with the people in this circle. After we died, we were When she was in trouble, she couldn’t find someone to help. Now, I am finally relieved."

Mr. Maht revealed a heartfelt smile and seldom revealed the past concerns.

He then raised his arm and flicked a little, very proud to say:

"Why should I be enemies with **** smog and pollution? Why do we want to fight for the colonial interests in East Byron and Insit, not in order to make our future generations live well? Less?

"The maturity of Hailuer is more meaningful to me than to the merits of the establishment in the House of Commons."

Klein quietly listened to Mr. Maht’s remarks and couldn’t help but look out the window.

The clouds were overcast and the sun disappeared.

At this time, Portland Momont responded half-jokingly to Mr. Maht:

"No, those things are also to make ourselves better."

Having said that, he looks to Klein:

"Dow, don't you think about it? Do you want to invest in my mechanical laboratory?"

Klein smiled:

"Mr. President, why are you as eager as young people?

“I have already turned over the information you gave, and I have a general impression of what kind of benefits and income the investment can get. Frankly speaking, I am very interested in this mechanical laboratory to get talented young people to get Exercise is very satisfying, this is the place that should be invested most, what is the most valuable in the current era? Talent!"

"Russell the Great said this." Portland Momont laughed. "So, how much do you plan to invest?"

Klein picked up the bone china teacup and drank the lipstick tea ceremony:

"The initial plan is 10,000 pounds."

"It’s not the most famous rich man in Beckland recently. I can’t guess how much assets you have. First, I donated a stake worth 10,000 pounds. Then I spent 20,000 pounds to buy the Meige Manor. Now I’m I want to invest in Portland’s mechanical laboratory for a full 10,000 pounds...” Mrs. Liana, next to her, couldn’t help but admire.

Portland Momont raised his thumb:

“This is a truly visionary investor.”

Klein smiled and said:

"But I will still find a team of lawyers and accountants to verify the situation, draft the terms, professional matters must be handed over to professional people, and I have to consider whether to invest directly, or to set up a company or fund first. It’s done through it, um, Portland, I think you have a place that isn’t thoughtful enough, so an important laboratory doesn’t have any protection! Don’t you fear the sneak and destruction of commercial espionage or foreign forces?”

Portland Momont snorted and slowly nodded:

"It makes sense... I have ignored this problem before."

Klein, who achieved his goal, no longer entangled this topic, but deliberately asked:

"Mr. Chunas Comer has no news yet?"

Mr. Maht sighed:

"No, there is a place in the West Vilas field that says that the Meige Manor and the surrounding area are all over, and there are no clues."

As the saying goes, the lower house member has lowered his voice:

"I suspect that the Major General was in the process of performing a secret mission. The atmosphere was a bit strange recently..."

In a sense, you guessed it all... Klein sighed:

"I hope not to do anything."

After the afternoon tea, Klein seized the time and went to the bathroom to put the extraordinary characteristics of the "dreamwalker" that was deposited in the mutated bottle into the debris pile.

When the party was over, he returned to No. 160 Berkrend Street, and the sky was really dark. The gas lamps on both sides of the road were lit up in advance, and the pattering rain hit the window.

"Now all the problems are concentrated on what is hidden in the 'Blood Emperor' ruins. As long as the three churches can find problems in time, they can stop many things from breaking out." Klein looked out at the window and looked at the light of the rain. The recent situation, "In a short period of time, unless I can catch Katerina, I can't help much, and the goddess is digesting or mastering the uniqueness of 'death,' and may not be able to make that level of response. .

"To solve this problem, either transfer a targeted '0' seal from the church or rely on the storm or steam church to see which two true gods will respond... '0' seal may not be available After all, it involves the king of angels, and inside the two churches, it is very likely that there is a traitor..."

Not far from No. 39 to 160 Burke Lund Street, Klein had already returned to his doorstep without having to sort out his thoughts and had to leave the carriage.

When he went to the third floor to change clothes, the inspiration suddenly touched and saw Renee. Nicole took out four red-haired eyes and walked out of the void.

"Sharon's?" Klein reached out and accepted the letter with speculation.

"Yes..." Renee 缇 Nicole replied with one of his heads opening his mouth.

Klein didn't say more, unpacking the envelopes, unfolding the paper, and seeing only one line of words above:

"Action at 10 o'clock tonight."