Lord of the Mysteries

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Hearing the cry of the middle-aged man and seeing his distorted expression, Hailuer’s original eyes full of anger and hatred gradually solidified and melted a little bit of confusion and confusion.

Not only her, Mr. Maht, Mrs. Liana and the next Daun Dontes were silent, and no one spoke for a moment. Even Fols, hiding behind the obstruction, lost the excitement. There is no longer a strong sense of justice.

After ten seconds, Maht no longer looked at the attacker, twisted his head and said to his bodyguard:

"You stay here, guard the scene and the prisoners, wait for the police to come."

Having said that, he paused for a second and turned to the personal servant:

"Notify reporters from several newspapers to interview this matter."

After the initial treatment, the member of the House of Commons looked around and found that many passers-by tried to gather and see what happened. I looked forward to Daun Dontes, sorry to smile:

"Sorry, let you go through such a danger. I never thought that things will develop to such an extent. We actually consider the actual situation of similar factory owners and coal mine owners, and give some help and transition solutions. Who knows? ......"

It is one thing to formulate a plan, and the specific implementation is another matter. When the governance of air pollution becomes extremely urgent and all aspects are given great pressure, the emergence of “one size fits all” is not surprising... Klein Sighed and laughed at himself:

"Don't care too much about my feelings. I have experienced more dangerous situations in the past."

On the surface, he said that he had encountered his business in the West Coast of the Southland. He actually recalled the sorrowful sorcerer, the horror rock that descended from the sky, and the Cynthia who wanted to give birth to Admiral Amyrius. A rose school angel and a spiritual group monster that caused the collapse of the mountain outside Baiyam.

Compared to this, the thing just happened is like a drizzle of falling in the air. I don’t need to care about it. Klein considers the existence of the two "Bodyguards" and the presence of Hailuer, and even did not even shoot, just Do a normal dodge of experienced people.

His focus is on whether this will continue a "storm".

Maht sighed and nodded:

"I can see that you are very calm.

"I used to have some doubts about the experiences you said, and now I really believe.

"Well, Daun, let's go back separately, and the rest will be handed over to the police. If it is necessary to take a statement, they will come to your home to finish."

Klein nodded and said to the Macht family:

"You pay attention to the safety of the follow-up."

Mr. Maht solemnly beheaded and sighed again:

"The Beckland social season just kicked off, and this happened... cherish the calm now."

The sign of the Beckland social season is that the aristocrats of the upper house have returned here, and it seems that they started last weekend... and there have been two consecutive incidents this week, the frame of the Baron Sindras, the attack on Mr. Maht... Between the thoughts, Klein did not stop, with a obviously scared close-fitting man Richardson, went to his carriage.

Sit up and look at the scenery outside the window slowly receding, Klein breathlessly, half closed his eyes.

He has no time to judge whether this attack has the participation of extraordinary power, because all the links can be done by ordinary people, and the reason for the middle-aged man is enough - this does not need to be forged, Klein I believe that the current Beckland, the former factory owner or the unemployed employee with similar experience is not the only one.

The only thing that made him feel that there was a problem was why the target of the attack was Maht?

Although the member of the House of Commons is indeed a supporter and advocate of air pollution control, he often makes corresponding speeches in the parliament and receives interviews from newspapers from time to time, but it is by no means the most eye-catching person in the process of promulgating the bill. In other words, members of the “Kingdom Air Pollution Investigation Committee” are more likely to be selected as targets for retaliation.

Klein leaned against the wall and slowly opened his eyes. He saw the night outside the window was deep, the clouds overlap, and the raindrops were dripping.

Once again, he felt the calm water of Beckland, and the vortex was getting bigger and bigger.

Regaining his thoughts, Klein lifted his left palm and touched his pocket.

There was a reply from Frank Lee and a mushroom of unknown variety.

Klein would like to go home and enter the fog, using the newly acquired mushrooms to communicate with the “squirming hunger” so that he can use the seal again – in the case that the storm has begun to brew, he considers himself It is necessary to restore the highest level of combat capability as soon as possible, and in this respect, “squirming hunger” is indispensable.

It is a pity that he is still following two extraordinary bodyguards. He has to try not to go to the fog recently.

Obviously, without protection, it took hundreds of pounds to ask two people who restricted my actions. It was really helpless for the rich man... Klein sighed in his heart and picked up the black tea that Richardson had just made.

He sipped a little, his face muscles suddenly tightened, and then stretched out again.

Klein’s gaze went down and found that the lemon slices of black tea were twice as large as normal.

He glanced at Richardson, who was next to him, and saw that the close-fitting servant looked a little embarrassed and seemed to be immersed in the fright of the attack.

As always, I was timid... Kline commented in his heart and put the bone china teacup in his hand on the table.

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

Late at night, 39 Berkrund Street, the home of the Mahat.

Hairouer sat in front of the dressing table and looked at the gray mouse lying on the powder box. Silence for a long time:

"Is my father doing something wrong? The reason he promoted is a good thing..."

"Nothing is good for everyone. There will always be people with lost interests. At this time, the corresponding bill or plan must be considered, compensated, helpful, if your father has done this. The matter, the problem is not on him, but on the contrary, he is cold and cruel." The mouse was perfunctory.

Hailuer carefully thought about it for a few seconds, and his expression relaxed and turned to say:

“In the course of dinner, I noticed that there was a very valuable item hidden in a cupboard in the box, but when I found the opportunity to open it, I found nothing.”

The mouse snorted and thought and said:

"That may be, the bodyguard of Dawn Dontes.

"He has just been involved in a suicide case recently, and it is said that it involves the Baron Sindras. It is normal to ask some bodyguards to do secret protection.

"Well... the bodyguards in the cupboards may also have supernatural powers and carry magical items, so they are sensed."

Hairouer nodded gently and accepted this explanation. She subconsciously said:

"I don't know what kind of supernatural powers those bodyguards will have..."

After that, she glanced at the gray mouse with a puzzled look:

"How do you know that Donn. Dontes is involved in a troublesome case?"

The mouse snorted:

"My current state is very suitable for eavesdropping on other people's discussions."

Talking, it looked at the direction of 160 Burkle Lund Street, his eyes flashed twice.

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

Fols, who sleeps on shifts, feels that he is floating in an ancient and majestic palace filled with all kinds of extraordinary materials and magical objects, and even two fuzzy tarot cards.

However, she could not take it away, and these items were sealed by invisible power.

Forth looked around and tried to find a way to get rid of the seal. Finally, she saw a complicated symbol on the dome:

This is the symbol of the combination of "destiny" and "hidden"!

Finding the item with this symbol, you can open a seal of treasure... Fuls suddenly produced such a realization, and Huo woke up and found himself curling up on the carpet of the room, covered with thin silk By - she and Hugh did not dare to sleep in the easy chair, afraid of being used to sit there often. Don Tess was not aware of it.

After squatting on the forehead, Firth turned to sit up and saw that Hugh was leaning against the wall leading to the master bedroom, listening very carefully to the movements around him.

"I feel that there is no hidden secret here. I made a strange dream, dreaming of exaggerated treasures and complicated symbols." Fols froze as he walked toward Hugh.

As an "astrologer," she intuitively thought that there was a problem with her dream!

Hugh’s expression was very serious, and he suppressed the words of doubt and thought:

"Perhaps there is a secret. I have heard a slang that belongs to the mysterious world. It is like this. ‘When an extraordinary element is discovered somewhere, there must be a second one.”

"It’s not a stewards who can’t judge whether there is any extraordinary power. Miss Hysol is the first extraordinary element. In the neighborhood, or in this neighborhood, there should be a second one.” Fols light I tapped my head and smiled. "However, this has nothing to do with us. Tomorrow evening, we will be able to get paid, end the bodyguard mission, and leave here. The most pitiful thing is always Dawn. Dontes, innocent, Ordinary, but have to get along with troublesome events and extraordinary elements."

Having said that, Fols looked at Hugh and started a joke:

"Quick, let's say that Goddess bless him.

"I am a believer in steam and machinery, I can't do this."

Hugh seriously considered for two seconds, painted a red moon on his chest, and humbly whispered:

"May the goddess protect you, Mr. Don Tae."

Fols had completely rid of from sleepiness, reached out and covered his mouth, and yawned:

"I walked inside the house, patrolled, and you waited for a quarter of an hour to sleep."

"Good." Hugh's energy is obviously more abundant than Fols.

Fols immediately turned to the door and reached out to the corridor with a hand on the wall.

She was about to walk up the stairs, and suddenly she noticed that Dawn Dontes was in the room where the servant was sleeping, and there was a slight movement.

Fowl's eyes turned slightly, cautiously moved closer, and opened a "small door" on the wall, and put the eyes together.

She immediately saw Richardson jumping a little crazy, with some mysterious dance.

"Ling dance? Is this male servant not a goddess of the night? He secretly worships the **** of death?" Fols frowns as Richardson jumps over the spirit dance, watching the other whisper pray for the protection of death, let him avoid all kinds of Danger.

When it was over, Firth shook his head and said to himself silently:

"Poor Mr. Dontes."

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