Mystery: Start with the Reader

"Okay, I can't stay here for too long, otherwise it will cause unnecessary trouble... Looking forward to meeting you next time!"

After the handsome and bewitching man finished speaking, he didn't give Abner another chance to ask questions. The huge illusory bat wings suddenly appeared behind him, wrapping his body, and then his figure disappeared, and everything around him returned to normal .

However, it was not until the other party had left for a long time that Abner seemed to regain the ability to act, and let out a long breath.

It was clearly an afternoon in mid-July, but he couldn't feel any warmth, only the biting cold wrapped around his atrium, as if trying to freeze the blood in his whole body.

Although this high-ranking powerhouse representing the will of the ancestor of the blood race seemed harmless and kindly reminded him, but...

Believe in the power of the gods, not in their mercy!

This Quaternary motto lingered in Abner's mind. He didn't believe that the God of Knowledge and Wisdom and the ancestor of the Blood Race would be kind enough to train him unconditionally. In the future, he would have to pay a huge price to repay this kindness!

For the gaze of the God of Knowledge, Abner, who had long guessed from various clues and evidence, was mentally prepared, but the appearance of the blood-blooded man and his words undoubtedly confirmed the previous speculation.

This made Abner no longer able to deceive himself and others, and had to look directly at the gods and focus on his own problems.

Why do they value me? It's just because I'm a time traveler... But, they seem to know my golden fingers well. Is my so-called secret really a secret? Do they know what I know?

If the God of Knowledge and Wisdom really knew all the plots, why didn't He act?

Thinking of this, Abner suddenly remembered Anderson who had obtained the "Iron Knight" potion formula in advance, and could not help but squint his eyes, and continued to think in his heart:

Perhaps, the God of Knowledge already has a plan...and He must be very good at dealing with the omniscient and omnipotent, otherwise He would not have succeeded in backstabbing back then and shared the characteristics of the ancient Sun God! He knows that a large part of the so-called plot of the story is actually promoted by that person behind the scenes, so before he really shows his fangs, he will definitely not make major changes to the "plot" and will only plan in secret... just with Him It was the same when he joined the "Rose of Redemption"!

So, what role will I play in this? And why did you let me come?

After thinking for a while, Abner finally had to stop guessing without any evidence in frustration, not to mention that he can't figure out the means of the gods now, even if he can figure it out, so what? He has no ability to resist with a Sequence 7 at all.

Fortunately, at least so far, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom has been kind to me...

After reassuring himself in this way, Abner no longer thought about those meaningless things at present, he turned and left the steam train station, called a taxi, and went to the canal wharf to buy two passenger ferry tickets.

Since you don't want to go to Tingen, then don't take the train passing there. It's better to take the boat back to Backlund directly from the canal.

...

On the outskirts of Storn, St. Elena's Church.

The seductively handsome man wearing a red shirt and a black high-necked jacket had just stepped into the headquarters of the Church of Evernight in East Chester County, when he saw several pillars carved with the Holy Emblem of Night on the tall roof of the church suddenly shrouded in shadows, dyed Inked color.

On both sides of these pillars, the iconic huge glass windows painted with angel patterns in the church hall also became dark, but it was clearly daytime, but a bright red moon was quietly hanging behind the skylight at the end of the church.

The candles and lights that were originally lit in the church have disappeared at this time. Except for the huge red moon outside the skylight, it is a dark night.

Under the night, the believers who were originally praying in the church were also stained with a dark color, as if they had changed from living people to ink paintings.

Black and red, shadows and pillars, tranquility and serenity, are displayed in the eyes of this vampire with such a strange gesture.

Seeing such a scene, the handsome and seductive blood man did not show a nervous expression, but turned his head to look at the pulpit in the hall.

Because a figure suddenly appeared behind the originally empty pulpit.

The figure was wearing a simple linen robe with mending marks, and a belt made of twisted bark was tied around his waist. His long black hair fell down wantonly, and his feet were without shoes and socks, covered with dust and scars.

This is a lady. Her facial features are very ordinary, and her dark eyes are no different from normal people. However, her whole body is peaceful and peaceful, making people feel at ease when they see her.

"Servant of the Secret?" The blood man asked with a chuckle.

"Exactly!" The lady stepped forward, bowed slightly to the blood man, and said, "I didn't expect you to descend from God, and the goddess sent me to greet him."

"It's just an experiment with the body of a special junior..." The blood man smiled and waved his hands, and continued, "Don't be so cautious, I won't be here stably for long, just say a few words and leave."

"Your orders," said the lady calmly.

"Tell Hei Ye that I have observed and approved the candidate she likes, and I should send an interesting little guy to contact him later."

After the blood man finished speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he turned his entire figure into countless bats and disappeared into the church shrouded in the 'night'.

The lady was silent for a moment before she whispered: "The goddess already understands your will."

...

In Tingen City, in the townhouse at No. 2 Narcissus Street, Klein walked four steps backwards and boarded the gray fog.

"A clue to the 'Joker' potion."

On the long old and mottled bronze table, Klein read the "divination statement" several times, leaned back, and fell into a deep sleep.

His surroundings quickly became peaceful and silent, what he saw in his "eyes" was misty and hazy, countless distorted and unrecognizable pictures flashed here quickly, like drops of dew on the tender petals in the morning.

Gradually, Klein grasped his own spirituality and regained a certain sense of consciousness.

He saw a dim room in front of him. There were many sofas and seats in the room, filled with all kinds of mysterious people, and in the corner of these seats was a woman wearing an iron mask and a black robe. .

The woman was handing a blue transparent jelly-like item to a gray-haired old gentleman sitting on the central sofa.

Although no one showed their faces, such clear details made Klein certain that this was a secret and extraordinary gathering.

"There are clues to the 'Joker' potion here? But who is that old gentleman? He bought the clues to the potion, what does it have to do with me? Is that old man or lady someone I know?" Klein's thoughts just After a flash, the surrounding scene changed.

It was a gray and white warehouse, which was hidden in the innermost side of the same building;

It was scattered with one after another white bones, and there were a few lumps of flesh and blood that were squashed by boulders;

In the center of the warehouse is a fist-sized gray-white thing, its surface is covered with grooves, giving people a soft and textured feeling, like a living brain dug out.

Klein had just recognized what this place was, and just remembered what it was, when the picture in his eyes distorted and shattered like a reflection on the water, and a new hazy scene emerged:

His naked body was lying on a long table covered with white cloth, and a blue blood cell floated in front of him.

Klein frowned immediately, and muttered:

"Is this something that was branded on the wrist of a clown in a tuxedo? Then is the thing that the old gentleman took just now also left over from someone's death?"

Just when he was trying to guess what these pictures symbolized, the changes in the scene suddenly intensified:

Marble tea table, a combination of leather sofas with one master and two slaves, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling;

Klein Moretti with black hair and brown pupils and a bookish temperament, a rich man with a round figure and fair skin, and a young lady with a beautiful face wearing tulle gloves;

A middle-aged man in a black robe with thick and stiff brown hair standing on end, a plump and fair-skinned rich man, a half-centenarian with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes, and a man on the round table between them. This dark black notebook is an ancient and distant note.

Notes from the Antigonus family!

Klein suddenly sat up straight, and there was no trace of the dream left.

Looking at the boundless gray fog and crimson stars outside the magnificent temple, he thought in astonishment and doubt:

"I'm divination for the clues of the 'Joker' potion...how did the notes of the Antigonus family come out?"

"Let's think about it, let's think about it, that chubby guy is Welch, yes, Welch, the unlucky ghost who bought the Antigonus family notes and triggered a series of subsequent events... wearing tulle Gloves, the pretty young lady is Naya..."

"I remembered, the combination of the marble coffee table and the leather sofa is the symbol of Welch's residence, where I met Daly, the 'psychic'."

"That is to say, I saw the living room of Welch's residence just now, and saw the scene where the original owner and two classmates discussed notes."

Klein calmed down and regained his composure. He tapped the edge of the long bronze table rhythmically with his fingers:

"Then what does the last picture represent? Notes appear, and Welch appears. Could it be the scene when he bought that 'antique'?"

"One of the other two present is very familiar. The middle-aged man in the black classic robe seems to have seen it somewhere... Hedgehog-like brown hair, thick dark circles... Yes, I know who he is , Haines Vincent, Haines Vincent of the Divination Club, because Selina stole the secret spell and was sneaked into the dream by the captain, the 'peaceful' dead Haines Vincent!"

"Hey, he sold that notebook to Welch?"

"After going around in a circle, it is so connected. The world is really small, no, Tingen is really small! Thinking about it carefully, it is really possible. Haines Vincent is not an ordinary fortune-teller. He has obviously gone deep into the mystery Domain, has got the attention of an ancient evil god, he has the channel and the ability to have the opportunity to obtain the notes accidentally leaked by the Secret Order..."

"It's no wonder that the captain and the others never found out where Welch bought the notes, because the direction was completely wrong, and they were trying to check the antiquities market... Later, when they found out the whereabouts of the notes, they even gave up on this attempt. "

"It's a pity, Haines Vincent died not long ago, otherwise we would definitely be able to find something related to the notes from him... As a person who has gone deep into the mysterious field, he should have studied that note... He His death is really a coincidence!"

"However, there is another person present, an old man in his fifties. He may also know a lot of things."

"But what I divination is the clue of the 'Joker' potion... This is not science, no, this is not mysticism!"

After becoming a "Seer", Klein once tried to divine the Antigonus Family Notes that Welch bought from, but at that time, he did not consider the specialness above the gray mist, and failed to obtain enlightenment. Now, When he was divining another matter, it seemed that he accidentally brought out the truth.

After calming down for more than a dozen seconds, Klein combined the contents of Roselle's diary and the introduction of the Secret Retreat told by Mr. "Tower", and began to try to interpret the dream just now:

"The first possibility is that Zaratul, or the Secret Order, is looking for and chasing the relics of the Antigonus family, so the symbolic meaning of this dream is to use the things related to the Antigonus family to lure secret The Priest appeared to obtain the formula for the 'Joker' potion."

"The second possibility is that the Antigonus family's notes directly record the formula of the 'Joker' potion... According to the few words disclosed by Mr. 'Tower', the Antigonus family and the so-called 'half The Fool' is related... and according to Mr. 'Tower''s reaction to the Fool, this name is likely to be the name of a high-level potion in the Seer sequence. Then it is only natural that the Antigonus family has the 'Joker' formula... "

"But the second kind of symbolic interpretation can't be connected with the imprint of the tuxedo clown. Hey, I hope it's the second kind. After the Holy Church finds an expert to interpret the notes, I can get the 'Joker' potion without risk gone."

"At present, the first explanation is the most likely, but my intuition as a fortune teller tells me that there should be a deeper symbolic meaning..."

"Maybe if I tell Mr. Tower the content of the dream, he will infer more things."

"But how should I tell him? It's definitely not possible as a 'fool', and other methods will expose Klein no matter what."

Thinking of this, Klein rubbed his forehead, suddenly feeling deeply about the limitations of Seers.

Unless faced with a very simple and intuitive symbol, the interpretation of the fortuneteller must be cautious, like walking on the edge of an abyss, walking on a thin ice lake, once the interpretation is wrong, or the most important meaning cannot be interpreted, the tuxedo It is a living and bloody example!

At this moment, Klein had the illusion that he had grasped the true meaning of the Seer. It seemed that he was only a short step away from digesting the potion completely.

"Thank you for reminding me with your life... Praise the Goddess!" He whispered, drawing a crimson moon on his chest.

...

At night, Xio woke up suddenly. She just secretly moved her mother and younger brother to this village called Hedrak this afternoon. She originally thought that this place was quiet, secret, and a good place for Tibetans.

But... She seemed to have dreamed of a dragon just now?