Lord of the Mysteries

Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.

He bent down, leaned out his right palm, grasped the edge of the paper with his fingers a little trembling, and picked it up.

This time, Dorian read it very carefully from scratch, word by word, sometimes stunned, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes painful.

The letter from Firth was not very long. It took him only three minutes to read it twice, and then he fell into a long silence.

The sunlight from the window came in and sprinkled on the fallen table.

Dorian Gray Abraham's lips suddenly moved, but in the end there was no sound.

With his right thumb and index finger across the paper, he rubbed quickly, letting the letter glow red.

After doing all this, Dorian packed things, changed his makeup, left the rented house, and went to another place with the identity he had previously prepared.

When he settled down, he sat by the desk, staring at the brass ornaments, wondering what he was thinking.

As the sunlight became scarce and dim, Dorian's eyelids moved, and he sighed slowly and slowly.

He immediately spread out the stationery, picked up his pen, and thought while writing:

"... I am glad to see that you have digested the 'Recorder' potion within a few months, which means that you really have the potential to become a demigod ...

"... These are the main points of the" traveler "role I understand, but you must remember that everyone has a different personality. There are always some differences in the role of the role in practice. It cannot be copied completely ... This is not to say that others are The main points are wrong, but they may cause great conflicts in your heart and affect your mental state ... Sometimes, proper adjustments may slow down the speed of potion digestion, but it is more beneficial to you. You have to remember that acting is just a tool, not a master ...

"I look forward to the day when you have completely digested the" Traveller "potion, I will prepare the corresponding materials and a gift for you.

"... I am very interested in the curse of the Abraham family mentioned by that gentleman ... I think you should have noticed it long ago. I have some research on this matter, otherwise you would not always I ask about related things ...

"I hope you can learn more ..."

After writing the reply, Dorian Gray Abraham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.

…………

In January 1351, Beckland's New Year was a lot colder than in the past.

In the basement of a house in the Western District, several candles shook yellowish flames, lighting up the altars, chairs and round tables placed around.

At the edge of the light, in the extremely dark place, if a human figure seems to be absent, it sometimes shakes, sometimes stretches, a thin layer without thickness, like a living shadow.

Suddenly, the figure spoke lowly:

"You arrived earlier than I thought."

Next to the candle, in the brightest part of the fire, a figure quickly outlined.

This is a man, dressed in a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, hard roots, dim eyes, seemingly hiding countless things.

He is Butis, the "Mysterious Holy One" of the five Auras of the Aurora.

Buttis smiled and said:

"For me, distance is not a problem."

He immediately pulled a chair and sat down, and said to the narrow shadow:

"Is everything clear? Is there anything unusual?"

The shadow, which almost blended into the darkness, replied:

"no problem."

"Really?" Buttis questioned the definitive answer instinctively. "Xima, is this a trap?"

Keima, the "Holy Saint" of the Aurora, slowly shook his head:

"The target is very cautious and definitely not intentionally exposed.

"If it weren't for the curse of the ancient Wraith, we wouldn't have noticed she might be connected to the Abraham family."

“The Secret Holy One” Butis said as if thinking:

"The curse of the ancient Wraith, this is one of the main materials of the" Recorder ". I remember that the Abraham family did have a spare Asman brain ... Oh, I don't want to directly provide the extraordinary characteristics of the" Recorder ". I hope to do Some tests are indeed the style of the Abrahams. In short, they are not enough trust. "

"Dark Holy" Kesma did not echo the words of Butis, and said to himself:

"Even if she was looking for the main material of the" Recorder "potion, we didn't find any problems. After all, not every believer knows the corresponding occult knowledge, but she still mentions something about the" apprentice "and Abraham. problem.

"She's really cautious in this regard. The extraordinary circle of buying materials and the extraordinary circle of asking questions are not the same. Different things will be handled in different circles, and sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance. Help her with her needs.

"If it weren't for several of the circles who had us, we would eventually have gathered the news and we wouldn't have noticed her."

Butt the "Secret Holy Man" nodded slightly and asked instead:

"Why don't you just start and find me?"

In the shadow, the darkness floated, and slowly answered:

"The situation in Bakerland is getting more and more tense. The 'Night Watcher', 'Punisher' and 'Mechanical Heart' teams are cleaning up round by round, and we are staring closely.

"If it is up to me to deal with this matter, there is no accident. Fortunately, if there is an accident, I did not graze a 'secret mage', and it may not be too late.

"And isn't you most interested in the Abraham family?"

Buttis grinned:

"I have no interest in them, I just want them all to die.

"To keep myself safe, the most important thing is to stifle revenge in the cradle. This is my philosophy of doing things."

While talking, the "mysterious holy man" took out a crystal ball from the dark bag of the black robe.

This crystal ball is neither clear nor clear, as if infused into a deep night.

With the touch of Buttes' palm and the movement of her lips, a little bit of bright glow appeared in this strange crystal ball.

Like star sand, they slowly rotate to form a complex scene.

"Acceptable ..." Buttis glanced at the crystal ball in his right hand and nodded gently.

He immediately looked at the "ghost image":

"Tell me more specific intelligence."

After learning that there will be a gathering of extraordinary people in a certain circle tonight, the goal may appear. Butus, the "mysterious holy man", stood up, and said to the dark holy kerma:

"I need to prepare in advance."

As soon as the voice fell, he opened his right hand and gently mentioned it, and his fingers closed together.

The area he was in was suddenly distorted and disappeared.

The candles, firelights, round tables and chairs that had been there also disappeared, leaving only the tiles and ceiling.

After a while, the shadows floated there, and everything returned.

Butis, the "Secret Holy Man", is no different from the previous one, but the figure of "Shady Holy Man" Kesma unknowingly emerges from the darkness.

He looked at Butis, and said in a deep voice:

"Your caution is more than necessary."

"But this is not a bad thing. I hope that we can solve the problem without being noticed by others." Butis replied with a smile. "You can also follow it and hide my help in the shadow, not directly Come forward and leave as soon as anomalies are found. "

"... Okay." Kemal, the dim holy, slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He looked very young and had excellent facial features, but his face seemed to be covered with a gloomy curtain.

After approaching Buttis, Kisma murmured imaginary chews, bites, digestion, and felt some unmasked maliciousness and hunger.

This made him as a demigod shiver.

The gloom of the "Holy Saint" was frozen for a second, and he cast a wrong and amazement on Butis's face.

Buttis raised his corner of his mouth and showed a slightly cruel smile.

A few seconds later, they used "teleport", one into the shadows, and left the house one after another.

…………

At the junction of Beckland's east and bridge districts, a dilapidated apartment was in a few open rooms on the first floor of a budget hotel.

When Butis walked out of the spirit realm, the extraordinary gathering was still two or three hours away, and no one had arrived here yet.

He looked around and took in the seats and the cluttered long table.

Observing the environment, Butis walked to the corner, pulling his right hand as if pulling the curtain.

That area was shrouded in shadow, distorted, and then disappeared.

Because it did n’t have any objects at all, and there was no objective measurement mark, no one would find that there was a little space here, only that the distance between the wall and itself seemed to be closer, but if you look closely, everything is normal .

This is the "space concealment" of the "Mage Master"!

They can use this ability to divide a place into two places and hide some of them. They must enter through a specific "door".

At this time, in the area hidden by the cutting, the room normally existed, with floor tiles, ceilings, and a cockroach crawling forward.

The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line, blocked by the darkness that You can't see.

Butis, the "mysterious holy man", looked around, and his eyes stopped in a transparent vortex in midair.

This is the "gate".

All hidden spaces must have a "door".

Buttis thought for a moment, poked his hand into the dark robe pocket, took out a mirror, and inlaid it into the "door" position.

The mirror twisted a bit and quickly reflected the outside scene:

The seats and long tables were cluttered and empty.

In this way, Butis monitors the place where extraordinary people meet through this mirror.

Time passed by every minute, and extraordinary people who had all kinds of veiled clothes arrived one after another.

One of the hooded figures habitually chose the corner by the window, took out a patina-sized notebook with a patina shell, and flipped a few pages at random, as if reviewing the key points of questions, or checking their own Is it adequately prepared?

Behind her side, there is an ordinary mirror inlaid on the wall.

PS: There is a change at 7 pm~