Lord of the Mysteries

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A living man and a dozen dead bodies played poker for half a night in a dimly lit room. The scene made people think more and more horrible, and the scalp was numb.

Klein curbed the fear of instinct, and looked pale in front of him. The brown cockroaches contained a lot of maliciousness. The whole man showed some madness of the 28-year-old man, pretending to be stunned by the other's momentum. In one step, Casper left the card room and closed the door.

The man asked lowly:

"Is you looking for a bodyguard?"

"...Yes." Klein deliberately swallowed.

The strangeness of the other party not only made him afraid, but also brought him a certain peace of mind.

The stronger the bodyguard, the more secure he is naturally!

The pale black vest man lifted his chin:

“Why are you looking for a bodyguard? How much will you pay for it?”

Klein didn't answer immediately, thinking for a few seconds:

"I will tell you the specific situation of the mission first. After you evaluate it, give me a price. If I can pay it, or have the equivalent item, then the transaction will be reached. In the opposite case, I can only give up, and find another. other people."

The man with a gaze was not open, and he gently daggered and told Klein.

Klein deliberately looked at the living bodies, treated them as normal players, and asked with their eyes "whether to get those guys out of the room before answering."

"No," said the pale-faced man.

Klein considered it and said it truthfully:

"I have offended a big man, and there may be a big man behind the state."

Suddenly there was no movement in the card room, completely silent, and the man with a slightly malicious madness was stiff in the place and seemed to be a plaster statue.

After nearly a minute, he slowly said:

"This mission is priceless."

"You go out."

what? Klein didn't react to it for the first time, until the other person turned to the table, he realized that the deal could not be reached.

You pulled a bunch of living corpses and played cards in the room. The performance was very high and the strength was very strong. As a result, it was scared off. You are obviously crazy... Klein doesn’t know whether to cry or smile:

"The big man is not so free in Beckland."

The black vest man ignored him and sat down again. The living corpses began to deal with cards and throw chips.

Klein gave a sigh of relief and left the room, seeing Casper Kanlining, a half-bone man with rosacea and sputum wounds waiting outside.

"I couldn't make a deal." Klein spread his hand.

Kaspas did not present amazed emotions, sinking for a few seconds:

"Is the price he opened too high?"

"No, he thinks the task is too difficult." Klein did not hide.

Casper brows micro-motion:

"Maric is the most terrible person in the people I know. He is not even afraid of bullets. Since he thinks the task is difficult, I don't think I can help you to contact other powerful guys."

"Unfortunately," Klein sighed.

Casper clenched his right fist and hit the left chest:

"May the storm be with you."

Then I will die... Klein smiled bitterly:

"Thank you."

"You can try to help me ask the powerful guys in other places, I will pay you a certain amount of compensation, um... I will come again tomorrow night."

After receiving a positive answer, he left the brave bar a little embarrassed, and was not even interested in playing a game of pool.

Am I too honest? If the commission is described as simple, Maric should have agreed... just don't know how much he will ask for... Hey, let others face the danger in the case of being concealed. This is not my style... As an extraordinary person, if you always violate the inner real thoughts and your own principles, I am afraid that the distance is out of control is not far away... Klein is half-baked and transferred to the carriage and returned to Minsk Street.

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

After washing, Klein did not waste charcoal, went directly into the bedroom, pulled the curtains, and kept the room from the outside world.

On the way back, he thought for a while and found that the dangers that might arise were not resolved.

For the unknown ambassador, his most important and fundamental purpose is to find Ian Wright. The reason why I sent someone to deal with me is because I want to get Ian’s clues. Killing people and psychic... If you can let him know that I can't actually find Ian, under the supervision of the military's special department, he can't make a risk for a thug...

Of course, my appearance, I surpassed his expected strength, let their actions be exposed, suffered serious setbacks, and changed to be the ambassador, I will definitely think about revenge for venting, but definitely not now It’s not that the situation is undercurrent and turbulent... Well, the premise is that the ambassador has a brain, not just a slapstick that knows only the temper... It allows him to preside over such an important thing, indicating that he should be relatively reliable...

In other words, the crux of the problem lies in the whereabouts of Ian Wright!

Um... There is still a hidden danger. After the ambassador finally fails, will he deliberately disclose to the military special department that Mersor is an extraordinary person, let them know that my strength is doubtful, and use their hands to retaliate against me... ...this is just a slap in the face, no difficulty, you must beware...

Klein analyzed his situation and suddenly had the urge to buy the murderer of the unknown ambassador.

But thinking about the strong sequence that may exist around him, he is frustrated.

"I don't know if the messenger can accept my assignment without the consent of Mr. Azick... It shouldn't work... Pay close attention to this matter and find a chance to destroy it. Since he sent someone to kill me, I will kill him. There will be a little psychological burden... Yes, you can consider issuing this task at the Tarot Conference. See if there is a way for Miss 'Justice' and 'Inverted Man'. Maybe, I can ask the Mr. A for a big price. Or the strongest of the same sequence..." Klein suddenly flashed a flash of light and thought of "Tarot."

With the idea, he settled a lot, turned to find paper and pen, and wrote the divination statement:

"The whereabouts of Ian Wright."

After confirming that there were no hidden extraordinary people in the room, Klein looked at the curtains that spoke outside, and recalled Ian's appearance, while meditating on the divination statement and leaning back against the back of the chair.

He quickly entered the dream, and saw a dark, small, dirty room in the illusory world, with high and low beds, floor tiles, and four people sleeping.

Ian was at the top of the bed, curled up, pressed against the old satchel and was asleep.

When the dream broke, Klein opened his eyes and interpreted the revelation:

“This kind of accommodation only exists in the Eastern District and the Beckland Bridge area, but it is an extremely large place. Even if the police of All Beckland are all dispatched, they cannot really be checked out...”

"Ian is very careful, there is nothing left behind me, otherwise I can find him by the stick method..."

After thinking for a few minutes, Klein picked up the pen and added a piece of content before and after the divination statement, making it a justified statement:

"I don't know the whereabouts of Ian Wright. After I found Zerel's body, I never saw him again."

The paper was placed on the desk like that, and the edge was pressed against the pen.

After doing all this, Klein stood up and returned to the bed, quickly confirming whether someone was observing his every move with a less obvious coin.

After getting a negative answer, he quickly reversed four steps, silently recited the mantra and entered the fog.

In the old palace, Klein refused to examine the situation around him. He repeated the divination just now.

Seeing the negative answer has not changed, he is no longer so nervous, looked up and looked to the side, found that the core of the newly added group of deep red stars dyed a little sunny gold.

“Is this the source of the warmth I feel?” Klein spread spirituality and carefully touched the past in response to the prayer.

The light and shadow changed, and a blurred scene emerged quickly in front of his eyes.

The petite girl he tried to pull into the fog and a lady with a brown hair, standing in front of the altar, a man wearing a white hard shell mask whispered for eternal enthusiasm. Yang's corresponding name creates a warm, pure light.

Is this looking for someone to exorcise? Klein almost laughed.

At this time, he finally figured out the reason for the previous situation. It is not that anyone who penetrates the fog and locks him. This kind of person who is similar to "justice" mourns his name and prays, and after the fog receives the information, It will naturally instinctively give back to him, but because it is not praying, the sound of the illusory cascading becomes a warm current.

"Hint, this is a hint, not a hurt and an effect..." Klein made a clear judgment.

At the same time, he also probably determined one thing, that is, the mysterious space above the fog and the way of "Justice" to establish contact with them, is not absolutely strange, not within the rules of the world, it will still be subject to Certain constraints will be affected to some extent by specific methods.

Klein continued to look at the picture in front of him, listening to the voice of the speech, and suddenly found that this lasted longer than ever before.

Prior to this, he was unable to take the initiative to spy on the corresponding target of the Crimson Star. Unless the other party prayed, he could receive the corresponding scene.

Another situation is that when he gives feedback, he can see the scene and hear the sound of synchronization, but once the response is over, no more information can be obtained.

Today, he is like watching a video and maintaining a reality video that has been filled with mosaics for a long time.

He witnessed the petite lady talking to a man wearing a golden mask in the study room, hearing her companion calling her a break, and understanding that she was seeking the extraordinary material of the "Sheriff" potion...

Until the two women went home, Klein regretted not knowing their house number, and the "video" came to an end.

Looking at the sun-like golden color that gradually dissipated, he thoughtfully looked down and vaguely understood why this abnormality occurred.

"That is, the power of purification helped me maintain the corresponding channel? The 30 pounds spent on the rest is worth it... I don't know when I can keep it..." Klein shook his head and showed off the paper. Pen, intends to continue the divination of Ian Wright's whereabouts above the fog.