Lord of the Mysteries

"Haha, how can you tell if you are a foreigner at a glance? How can you tell?" Luo Yiqiang calmly, pretending that he is discussing the content on the yellow paper with his companion.

He comforted Phil and Pasha with the hidden meaning in his words, so that they did not need to be nervous and flustered. After all, apart from the native Baiers, the remaining three were also Ruen nationals, and they did not include South Continental ancestry. There is nothing special about the outline.

"But, this is an extraordinary event ..." Pasha responded slightly stupidly.

This cannot be judged by common sense!

Roy calmed down, looked at the slowly approaching citizens without any expression, and shouted in a hurry:

"run!"

As soon as the words fell, he had turned his body and rushed to the nearest street entrance, followed by Pasha and Phil.

As a native, Byers dragged in at the end, covering the surface of the skin with an illusive scale.

boom! boom! boom!

Several citizens raised their double-barreled shotguns and fired forward.

Roy, Phil, and Pasha are more extraordinary combatants. They sometimes changed their direction during the run, sometimes made a fit, rolled forward, and successfully avoided this round of attacks.

Then, under the guidance of Pasha, they crossed the streets and lanes, escaped from the chase, and hid in the shadowless place of no one.

"What?" Phil gasped with a broken hand and asked, "From the announcement, we probably can't leave the city directly."

"We need to find out the rules and find a way out of them." Although Roy was also flustered, he still forced himself to think calmly, so as not to cause the entire team's emotions to collapse.

Pasha glanced at Byers, who was on guard:

"Is there a notice board before?"

Byers nodded:

"Yes, although I rarely have the opportunity to go to the municipal square, when I was recruited into the army, I gathered there and saw the notice board."

"There should be no problem with the notice board. Maybe the two sheets are the key. They can make the written order mysterious." Pasha said her guess.

Roy immediately agreed:

"Correct.

"Moreover, I suspect that the decrees must be announced to be effective. If we can find an opportunity to tear off those two sheets, the corresponding restrictions may disappear."

After listening to Roy's words, Pasha, Phil, and Byers fell silent at the same time.

After a few seconds, Phil said with a twitch in his face:

"Try it! If you are stuck in the city all the time, even if you are not caught by those citizens, you may be punished for various reasons."

Although they are all extraordinary, the sequence is not high, it is not a problem to deal with a few ordinary people, and it will be extremely dangerous to face the hostility of the whole city.

Roy, Byers, and Pasha were all more or less on the battlefield. Knowing that hesitation was the most undesirable behavior at this time, they made decisions one after another and agreed with Phil's proposal.

A group of four people, guided by the more experienced "Hunter" Pasha, made a large circle and sneaked back to the municipal square from another street.

At this time, the citizens who were watching the announcement were no longer here, and it seemed that they were hunting foreigners all over the city.

Looking at the notice board standing quietly in the middle of the two gas street lights, Roy and others approached carefully, ready to escape at any time.

After approaching the target, Roy suddenly thought of a problem, and he kept his voice down and asked:

"Is it a violation to break the notice?"

"Theoretically ..." Pasha said for a moment.

Immediately they turned to the notice board to look at the crimes listed in the third decree:

"...

"8. Destruction of public property;

"..."

"Really." Byers blurted out.

Phil was pale again because of the blood loss, thinking about it:

"What penalties will be imposed for the destruction of public property?"

This is just a less serious violation and the corresponding punishment is likely to be lighter.

If that's the case, Phil intends to take a risk to tear up the announcement and end all this terrible and weird.

"The first offender was a flogging." As Roy, Pasha, and Byers thought about the answer, a voice came from behind them.

The four turned around suddenly and saw a young man in a black robe, a top hat, and an ordinary appearance.

The man continued:

"A second offense is a broken hand.

"I don't know what recidivism is."

"Why do you know?" Roy asked frowningly as he grasped the hidden dagger alertly.

The young man smiled and said:

"I tried it, and that had no effect, and the announcement would resume soon."

"So, you've been flogged?" Pasha asked stunned.

"Well." The young man nodded lightly. "But, because I also committed the crime of fraud, I was punished by breaking the hand."

"Scam?" Byers asked inexplicably.

The young man answered with a smile:

"Simply put, I didn't destroy the announcement myself, but I made a dummy, and it was the dummy who was whipped."

While talking, he raised his right arm.

His wrist was cut very neatly like Phil, and his skin was pale and reddish at the wound, as if bleeding.

Suddenly, the fracture squirmed and crawled out one after another, twisted and transparent worms, which were entangled with each other and overlapped to form a new palm.

In this process, Roy and others didn't feel a little scary, because when they saw the worms that couldn't distinguish the details, they had confused thoughts, flashed their thoughts, and had difficulty controlling their emotional fluctuations.

When the palm "covered" the skin and became normal, these extraordinary people recovered, and took a few steps back in shock, doubt and fear at the same time.

The scene just now has exceeded their perception!

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a wandering magician." It was Klein who committed the crime of fraud and vandalism.

He glanced at the four extraordinary people and said with a smile:

"My best magic is to satisfy the wishes of others. Do you have any wishes to achieve?"

Hearing this question, Roy revived and asked with great hope:

"Can we leave Beardan?"

"Of course, I will do my best to do this, but not now." Klein promised.

Then he looked at Phil with his broken hand:

"He's finished his wish. What's yours?"

"... Get my hands back," Phil said tentatively.

"Okay." Klein set his sights on Byers. "Take out his hand."

Byers hesitated, or as the mysterious man ordered, took out the wooden box, and returned the palm inside to Phil.

"Come here," Klein smiled at Phil immediately.

Phil gathered his courage, took the broken hand, and walked over.

"Tear off the bandages," Klein continued to command. "Place the broken hand in its original position, and remind you that don't turn it around or you'll have to cut it off and start again."

Seeing the other's so determined, Phil had some confidence, and his busy expression tore off the bandage that had been stuck to the wound, hissing continuously.

When he let go of his broken hand, Klein pulled out a blank piece of paper and put it together.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and wiped the fracture.

Silently, the white paper split in half, and Phil felt pain disappeared.

He looked down and saw that his left wrist fracture was intact, and he could not see that he had been hurt.

Phil moved his fingers subconsciously, and found that his degree of flexibility had not diminished.

"Your wish has come true." Klein stepped back and said with a smile.

"Thank you ..." Phil responded dumbly.

Klein looked at two other extraordinary people:

"What's your wish?"

Seeing that Phil's wish was truly fulfilled, Byers immediately approached:

"I want to know where my family is now."

Klein flicked his left arm, took out a simple silver mirror, and smiled down:

"What's the answer to that question just now?"

On the mirror surface, the water is floating, and the silver words one by one are highlighted:

"Bertangoroline Cemetery ..."

Seeing here, Byers, who stretched his neck, sank, and a strong sadness and loss appeared on his face.

In the next second, the new silver word jumped out of the water:

"... tomb guard."

... which means ... Byers turned sadness into joy, and sincerely said:

"Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly thought of two questions:

How many people can live in a tomb guard? How many gravekeepers can there be?

His family is more than just two or three!

Byers's expression was cloudy and sunny, and he remained silent again.

This kept him from seeing the problem on the silver mirror:

"Great master, am I answering kind enough?"

"Um." Klein nodded slightly and turned his gaze to the remaining lady.

Passa considered for two seconds:

"My wish is that you protect us until we leave Beldan alive."

She found Roy's wish just wrong, because it wasn't necessarily the living who left Beardan.

"Smart." Klein smiled and praised, "Your wish will be fulfilled."

"Then what do we pay? I mean the reward for watching magic." Pasha asked again.

"Your wishes are the price in itself," Klein said briefly, and then thoughtfully asked, "If something you know is clearly false, but subjectively willing to use them, it should not be Fraud, right? "

Roy and others looked puzzled, thought for a moment, and shook their heads one after another:

"Surely not."

"This is actually a game between the two sides."

"Very well-known voluntary behavior is certainly not fraud."

"No doubt not."

After listening to the four answers, Klein smiled:

"Very well, that's what normal people think."

While talking, he grabbed a few forwards with his right hand and dragged out a female figure wearing a simple robe with long black hair.

That's the image of the historical pores of the dean of the night monastery, Ariana.

Klein glanced from side to side, seeing that nothing unusual happened, then smiled and projected at the projection:

"Ma'am, what happened?"

Arianna's eyes turned slightly, and she suddenly became drowsy, letting people feel peace from her heart.

He said flatly:

"Larione, the chief priest of the Church of God of War, fled, and I am following him."

Arianna paused and said:

"When I came to Beldan, I received a new piece of intelligence.

"Information indicates that Larion took a seal with him when he fled.

"'0-02'."

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