Lord of the Mysteries

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At 3 pm, East Byron Dock, Dock Workers Association.

Klein is wearing a thick sweater, a brown jacket and a simple soft hat, so that his image is closer to the usual investigative reporters, rather than attending banquets and interviewing people who have status and status. The attire cost him an extra £1 for 10 sul.

At this time, he wore gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was neatly combed, and the gloss of the cream was shining. There was no messy beard on his face. He had to go around the lips for a week, and his height was at least five centimeters higher than the original. There is a clear distinction between the image of the workers last night, so that people who are not particularly familiar can not produce associations at all.

In the pockets of his clothes and trousers, there is no "black eye", no various spells and herbal oils, only a tarot card, a stack of notes, a watering pen, a wallet, a change , a bunch of keys, and a fake press card.

- He doesn't know the current state of Lalhous, and he doesn't know where the powerful people around him are from, so be cautious and don't bring anything that can cause suspicion.

Looking out to the second floor of the building, Klein crossed the street and pretended not to rely on the "clown" intuition to find that there were several eyes on himself.

He pushed the door open and found that the layout of the dock union was rather rudimentary. There was no lady in charge of reception and there was no spacious hall. The staircase leading to the second floor was in the center, and the corridors were densely covered with offices. There were no planks on the ground, let alone The blanket is purely built with cement.

Klein looked sideways at the man at the door and leaned over:

"I am a reporter for the Becklander Daily. I want to interview the staff of your association to understand your aspirations and desires."

The man was wearing a lot of patches, and some of the corners even showed a dirty cotton jacket, and there was only a linen shirt inside.

After hearing the word of the reporter, he suddenly became vigilant and answered with a stack of voices:

"No! We have not organized a strike recently, no!"

"I think you misunderstood, I am a person who sympathizes with you. I intend to make a special report describing the things that the trade unions are doing to help the workers and the practical difficulties they encounter. Believe me." Klein relied on the "clown" Extraordinary ability to make your eyes look very sincere.

"This way... you go to Mr. Rand, he is the member of our propaganda, turn right, the second office on the right hand side." The man hesitated for a few seconds.

"Thank you." Klein pretended to take a sigh of relief and felt his gaze disappearing in the dark corner.

He turned to the right with a little cold sweat on his back and rang the door of the corresponding office.

Oops, the door opened, a middle-aged man with sparse hair looked at him doubtfully:

"Excuse me?"

"Is it Mr. Rand? I am a reporter from the Becklander Daily, this is my press card. I want to do a report on the theme of the trade union to help you get more attention." Klein almost I am going to believe that I am a reporter.

"I am Rand." The middle-aged man glanced at the press card and apparently did not hesitate to say, "I can hardly believe that your reporter is here to help us."

"I was born in the Eastern District. I know how miserable the life of the workers is. If you don't believe my intentions, you can always follow me and supervise every problem I have." Klein added with a smile, "I have actual The reports made by the interview materials are better than nothing. The news written by imagination is better. At least you can explain your views and guide things to the hope."

Rand touched his scalp and hesitated to answer:

"Ok."

"I will follow you all the way."

"Thank you!" Klein almost failed to control his emotions.

Later, under the leadership of Rand, he entered one office after another and interviewed the workers' associations according to the pre-set questions.

On the right side of the corridor, there was no harvest, the left side of the corridor, no harvest... Klein stood on the wooden ladder as usual and came to the second floor.

This time, Rand took him into the office facing the stairs and introduced the people inside:

"This is a reporter for the Becklander Daily, Mr. Statham."

"He wants to do some interviews with you, but I have to remind you in advance that there are some questions and you have the right to refuse."

Klein smiled and walked up two steps to make a gesture of shaking hands with the office staff.

At this time, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

Although the other's skin turned into bronze, the ordinary ordinary round face became sharp and angular, and the glasses were changed from round frames to gold-rimmed long frames. However, Klein found a strange familiarity with the spiritual intuition of the divination family. .

Then, his body trembled and his face almost lost control.

"No, I am sorry, I suddenly, suddenly my stomach hurts, may I ask, where is the bathroom?" Klein asked with a hand without a pen and a note, and asked with a smirk.

Rand and the people in the office have no doubts, pointing to the outside:

"Go out, turn left, go to the end, you can see the logo."

Klein retired and walked out of the door, and quickly went straight to the bathroom.

After entering, he picked the most toilet seat on the window, sat on the toilet and locked the wooden door.

He bent down his back and opened his mouth, laughing silently, laughing as if he could not stand straight, laughing with a drop of crystal liquid falling to the ground.

Klein has confirmed that it is Lalhous!

This is not based on that little familiarity, but that he perceives another breath in the other person, which makes him impressed to the extreme!

This is also the main reason why he almost lost control on the spot.

The tremor of his body comes from instinctive fear and fear!

The collapse of his emotions comes from the horror and sadness in the depths of memory!

That is,

That is……

That is the breath of the "real creator"!

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

Klein washed his face and continued to interview as if nothing had happened. Even in the face of Llanus, who did not know why he changed, he also asked questions and recorded the answers step by step.

Doing all this, he left the docker's association and walked out of the dimly lit house.

The clouds are stacked outside and the mist is filled, just like entering the evening.

The breath of the "real creator" can only come from Himself, His Son, and the things that extend on this basis, such as the things He has given, such as His divinity... This is in line with Llanus The words that Hood Eugen said, coupled with the inexplicable familiarity, I don’t have to go to the divination on the fog, I can confirm that it is him...if I have already dealt with the “real creator” several times. And often contacted with his spiritual pollution, there is no way to identify the breath that does not contain strength and personality belongs to him... Klein is very dignified, but the appearance is very relaxed.

He stood on the street and deliberately sorted out the interview notes.

In this process, he aimed at the familiar tramp in the opposite tramp.

Ms. Hugh? Klein made a guess in light of the combination of things.

He did not stop, collected the notes and went to the site of the rail public carriage.

Just then, a carriage suddenly stopped in front of him.

"We have met again." Sitting in the carriage is a thin but elegant middle-aged gentleman. His two white spots are very temperament. It is the big detective who can help the police to investigate the case, Essinger Stanton.

And Klein's appearance at this time is not much different from usual, just a little higher, and changed clothes.

"Really, I am thinking about the last time you interviewed you." Klein deliberately answered this.

Essinger comprehended and smiled and opened the subject:

"I came here to investigate the case. The death of Hibel was removed, mainly by me, and her place of death was very close to the East Byron Dock."

"Sure enough to imitate crime?" Klein pretended to know.

After a few words of chilling, he took the public carriage of the railroad, did not go straight home, and transferred to the Cragg Club in the Hillston District.

In the club's lounge, he quickly went over the fog and confirmed that no one was tracking himself.

At this point, Klein was completely relaxed and felt scared.

The breath of the "real creator" is like a nightmare, lingering in his mind, letting his back-to-back clothes dry and wet, wet and dry.

In order to ensure that, in the case of Klein, a yellow-brown parchment and a crimson round pen were displayed in front of him, and then the divination statement that had long been considered was carefully written:

“The source of the inexplicable familiarity before.”

Put down the pen, then lean against the back of the chair, and he entered the dream while meditating.

In the gray and illusory world, he saw a figure.

This figure is ordinary, wearing round glasses, always looking down and mocking smiles, it is Laurus!

Finally found you! Klein no longer uses the "clown" ability to control his expression, whispering himself.

Immediately, he sat up straight and prepared to respond to the prayer of Miss Justice.

Klein controlled the emotions, and the voice was low and indifferent:

"No need to confirm."

"That is Laurus."

“It can be notified to the Church of the Dark Goddess and tell them that Lalhous has the deity of the ‘fallen creator’.”

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

Audrey, who was watching Susan with his father training the hound, heard the response of Mr. Fool and stunned it on the spot.

"The Fallen Creator"... Is this not a "real creator"? The swindler actually has the divinity of the "real creator"? This, this, a simple task actually involved the "real creator" divinity! Sure enough, I said that Mr. Fool’s has a deep purpose... He is targeting the “real Creator”...not a “fool”! Audrey has a lot of ideas.