Lord of the Mysteries

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Jowood District, 15 Minsk Street.

The full-fledged Klein sits on the easy chair in the living room, on the side of which is a fireplace burning charcoal.

Warmth As in the early summer, he wore white shirts, black vests and thin trousers, and his hands spread the newspapers, turning to the most popular version of the small ads.

"A new type of transportation, urgently need investment, specifically negotiable..." Klein meditated twice, reaching for a pencil from the dark red round table next to it and encircling the message.

If there is no commission to go to the door tomorrow, he plans to see if the so-called new type of transportation has investment value.

- This kind of thing cannot be pre-dubbed because there is not enough information.

"Hope is a bicycle-like product..." Klein just silently said a word, and his ears suddenly echoed the illusory prayers of layers.

Who? Miss "Justice"? "Down man"? "Sun" classmates? Or someone in Beckland Bank who copied my password? Klein had a flash of thought, put down the newspaper, went back to the bedroom, and locked the door.

Going back four steps and entering the fog, he saw the edge of the ancient mottled bronze long table, the side of the Fool's seat, with a clear brilliance.

The experienced Klein sat down calmly, spread out of spirituality, and touched the praying gesture to touch the light of the light.

The scene in front of him changed dramatically, presenting a set of fuzzy sofas with a petite woman wearing a trainer's costume.

Didn't copy the password... Looking at a piece of paper... Klein suddenly woke up and figured out the reason for the thing:

“She should be one of the two extraordinary people mentioned by Miss ‘Justice’ that I need to examine...”

After a few tenths of indifference, Klein did not really respond, and planned to carry out this step in the middle of the night, and then examined her personality and ability from the reaction, attitude and handling of the other party.

Of course, he will never force others to join the Tarot Club.

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

"The fools who don't belong to this era..." Just finished the period of the ancient Hermes language for a few seconds, a back and a bullet, slammed straight.

This seems probably probably a secret name! She was aware of this in horror.

Her occult common sense and all kinds of rumors she heard told her:

Once you have mourned the complete name of a hidden existence, it often means attracting the attention of the other party!

The consequences of this kind of gaze will not be wonderful, and may even be miserable!

Those hidden secrets are many incarnations of evil spirits!

And I still mourn in the unprotected ancient Hermes... I am stupid, why should I use my heart to identify, seriously meditate... I look around with fear and fear, and I am afraid that there will suddenly be monsters in the quiet house that cannot be described.

Sofas, coffee tables, cabinets, dining tables, chairs, oil paintings and other items were reflected in her eyes without any change.

After being stunned for a few tens of seconds, Hugh relaxed a little and comforted himself:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I just read the name and didn't pick up the prayer prayers."

"This is an incomplete ritual and should not be brought to the attention."

"And the name may be translated by the owner of Russell's special symbols, which may not be correct."

"But, but I heard that if the evil spirits of the evil spirits have an interest, even if the ceremony is incomplete, they will respond... I am stupid, really..." Thinking about it, Hugh and crying a face, feeling that he committed A serious mistake.

Waiting for a few more minutes, see no clear response, took a break from the gang, and slowly vomited.

She clipped the paper back to the book "The History of the Aristocrats of the Kingdom of Lun", and entered the bathroom slightly, and unscrewed the faucet, intending to wake up with cold water.

Oh la la!

Nearly transparent water flows down, rests low back, stretches out the palms, and holds a little.

She was about to apply cold water to her face, and the corner of her eye suddenly saw a long, slightly curled brown hair in the wash mirror.

And she is shoulder-length, messy yellow hair.

Between Horan, Hughogen's hair brushed up.

Her feet were hard, her hands were stretched, and she suddenly popped back, half-turning her body, and an elbow slammed.

Snapped!

She leaned on a warm body and hit the other side to make a familiar scream and fell to the ground.

Hugh stopped the follow-up action and looked at his friend who was holding his stomach, painful, and tearful.

Her mouth twitched unconsciously:

"Folsh, when did you come back?"

Fols did not answer immediately, and after a while, he stood up against the wall and complained:

"I just got back, Hugh, are you crazy? Don't look at it clearly! Let's take such a heavy hand!"

"Where did you come in?" asked Hugh.

"When you come in through the window of the bathroom, what's the problem? As an ‘apprentice, it's normal to not have a key.” Foers replied bluntly.

When I was in a hurry, I straightened my back and pushed all the responsibilities back:

"Then why don't you walk the door? You just scared me!"

Fols squinted and said:

"That's still half a circle, it's too much trouble, I am used to going straight."

She paused and wondered: "But, Hugh, your reaction is too intense?"

Hugh struggled for three seconds between losing face and losing his life, and replied frankly:

"Because, because I made a mistake, a fatal mistake."

"What's wrong?" Fols groaned, and asked with concern.

I will find myself on the mezzanine mezzanine, find an old piece of paper, and accidentally identify the murder of the ancient Hermesian mantra that is suspected of a hidden name.

"You, your brain? Yes, there should be nothing, the ceremony is not complete, and who knows whether it is true or not..." Fols looked around and inexplicably felt a bit cold.

She followed her back to the living room, saw the yellowed paper, saw the Russell special symbol above and the ancient Hermes.

At a glance, the professional occult researcher, Foers, sighed:

"It’s not the devils and secrets that I know that exist, and the problem is not big."

"And nothing has happened so far, indicating that there should be no problem."

Seeing to relax, she thought of the pain in her stomach, adding "maliciously":

"Of course, what is going on, with our ability, can't help ourselves."

Hugh’s face turned white and blurted out:

"Fols, let's go together tonight, forget it, I still sleep myself..."

Foers moved his eyebrows and smiled. "Okay, don't worry, you think, I will hear strange proverbs every full moon, but there are no signs of madness or loss of control."

"Well... we studied the other three books. If there are the same papers and mantras, it means that it is probably a prank of the Viscount Glylint."

The two men were busy turning out books such as Heraldic, and they checked it carefully, without any additional findings.

Hugh looked at Fols, and Firth looked at Hugh, and the atmosphere became condensed again.

"Or, tonight, we sneaked into the mass hall of St. Saul's Church to sleep?" Suddenly proposed.

This is the headquarters of the Beckland Parish of the Goddess of the Night.

"Why not the Church of St. Hillland? I don't think the goddess of the night will bless me..." Folsch came back with a subconscious mind.

It is the headquarters of the Beckland Parish of the Church of Steam and Machinery, in the St. George area, adjacent to many large factories in the southeast.

The two ladies with different beliefs fell silent again. After a while, Fols sighed:

"And that will make us be stared by the night, or the heart of the machine, this may be the purpose of the hidden existence."

"Well, sleep, wait until the morning to know the answer. If there is nothing happening at the time, it means there is really no problem."

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

In the middle of the night, the red moon is not covered by the dark clouds, and the sky of Beckland has rarely seen the stars.

Klein instinctively woke up and was taken out of bed and entered the fog.

Sitting on the high back chair belonging to the Fool, he is ready to respond to the "Justice" lady's companion, let things into the "examination process."

Just then, he suddenly had a new idea:

Maybe you can try to pull people into the fog in this case!

The lady should fall asleep. Even if my attempt is successful, she will probably think that she is only a clearer dream afterwards... Well... if it succeeds, it will be cut off in time to prevent her from seeing the surrounding scene...

After repeated scrutiny for a while, Klein reached out to the continually swaying aperture to establish a connection.

Suddenly, he only felt that his spirituality was pouring out in madness, and the mysterious space above the entire fog was slightly trembled.

Just as Klein thought that his spirituality would be completely drained, everything calmed down and a blurry, distorted figure emerged from the edge of the bronze long table.

I fell asleep and opened my eyes, saw the innocent fog, saw an old high back chair, and saw the black shadow overlooking myself.

Klein was happy in his heart and immediately cut off the contact according to the planned schedule.

The sly, petite figure disappeared, but there was a deep red illusory star in the gray mist.

Looking at this scene, Klein confirmed one thing, that is, as long as someone mourns his name, he can pull the other person into the fog, and the crimson stars belong to the establishment of a stable connection.

"But there are certain restrictions. With my current strength, I will establish a connection at the same time... um... According to the experience just now, my current spiritual level can at most pull in a higher sequence than me, and it may not be Yes, it’s just a preliminary judgment. It’s no problem with my sequence or lower...” Klein thought with satisfaction.

He does not need to respond any more, just the attempt is enough.

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

Brushing it, I sat down in my sleep.

She has been worried about mourning the hidden dangers of her name. Just after she fell asleep, she dreamed of a mysterious space and dreamed of looking at her own fog.

The dream is so clear and clear that I feel scared.

She looked at the sleeping Fols next to her eyes and shivered and thought:

"Is it a nightmare caused by fear, or is it because of the hidden gaze? Is there an evil spirit?"

"Well... there will be a gathering of extraordinary people tomorrow night. In addition to buying recipes, I have to find someone who is good at exorcism to purify."