Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The sky was dark and gloomy, but there was no fog familiar to the Backlunds. The waves came in bursts, blowing away all the haze, making the high-altitude clouds swell and lined up in various shapes, reflecting the golden red cast by the sky.

This is the Port of Pritz, the largest and busiest port in the Loen Kingdom.

Dozens of passenger ships and freighters were moored on the half-moon-shaped haven. A man in a white shirt and a black trench coat looked out into the sea and said something softly.

"How is it, is the sea calm today?"

A burly man wearing an old-fashioned captain's hat leaned over to the man, the corners of his wrinkled mouth drooping slightly, as if he was in a bad mood.

"Yesterday's weather was better than today. If it wasn't for the **** explosion, we would have eaten Bayam's grilled fish earlier."

The man in black - Klein glanced at the somewhat outdated hat on the sturdy man's head, although in his opinion, the clothes of this era are rarely outdated.

He stood up straight and said softly:

"explode?"

"Yes, it exploded. Yesterday, there was an explosion in a place where nothing was placed at the bottom of the cabin. Although it only burned a little tobacco leaves, it was still very bad." The strong man licked his lips, and habitually tapped his heart with his right hand. " Praise the storm and hope there won't be any more mess."

Most of the people who have sailed at sea all year round are believers of the storm... Klein remembered the advice that the security guard gave him when he bought the ticket, and looked at the strong man in front of him, who was also the captain of the "North Wind" - Kong Po Lei, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"It's okay to tell me, like you said, an explosion is not a good sign."

"Haha..." Compaore laughed dryly and lowered his voice, pretending to be afraid, "You're right, if all the passengers run away, I'll lose a lot."

"Should I consider upgrading you a cabin, how about the luxury private room?"

The luxury private room costs 40 pounds, and I don't have that spare money... Klein ignored the other party's ridicule, his expression still indifferent.

Compaore also realized that the character of the man in front of him was not that easy to touch, so he patted his chest boldly.

"Actually, it's spread all over the pier for a long time. I don't believe that the passengers on the ship haven't heard any news."

"As for the luxury private room..." The old slick raised his eyebrows and clicked his tongue, "Don't even think about that. A big client paid fifty pounds to book it two days in advance. A lady, maybe a widow."

"Hey, a young and rich widow with that figure!"

Watching the captain sway away step by step, Klein's expression did not change, and he looked towards the lower deck where the luxurious cabin was located.

It happened to be next to the cabin where the tobacco was stored.

......

"Um?"

His Excellency Red Angel, who was swallowing clouds, put his noble feet off the table, looked diagonally upwards, and patted Bernadette, who was reading a newspaper on the same table.

"Little guy, do you feel it, an Beyonder has boarded the ship."

"A large number of Beyonders come and go every year in Pritz Harbor," Bernadette's eyes still stayed on the newspaper, but her brows were raised, and the foot under the table kicked Medici mercilessly, "The great Red Angel Your Excellency has slept for more than a thousand years and has become so fussy?"

Medici dodged Bernadette's neither light nor heavy attack, and smiled frivolously.

"You can see if I make a fuss at night."

Bernadette's eyes still didn't leave the newspaper, and Medici gradually closed her smile, no longer looking for fun.

"My intuition tells me that going to sea this time will be fun. That Beyonder is wearing a sealed item that I am familiar with. I really didn't expect to meet him here."

"Hey, do you want me to scare that little guy, after all, it's an acquaintance, so it's normal to take care of it."

Acquaintance?

Bernadette finally put down the newspaper, the depth of condensed azure suddenly deepened, staring in the direction Medici looked, and did not see the unlucky "hunter" expected.

He can still be called an acquaintance by the Red Angel, and he has not been promoted to a true god... Bernadette thought for a while, and her tone was light.

"Okay, when I cut off your spiritual supply, the great Red Angel can see if he can fulfill his responsibilities as an elder before the spiritual body dissipates."

Medici, who is now relying on Bernadette's relief to go out, grinned, as if seeing something fun, put her feet back on the table, and silently lit a cigarette.

"Girls are always so narrow-minded, it's a pity that you don't become a 'hunter'."

Boom!

The roar of the steam engine rang through the deck, and even the cabin swayed. At 10:17 in the morning, Backlund time, "North Wind" left the port.

......

The ground floor of a mansion in the West End of Backlund.

Standing in front of a black coffin, Emlyn took a deep breath.

"Your Excellency Nibes, I'm going to start."

......

"Has the final count started?"

Horamick, who was wearing a gray soft hat, looked at Ikanser and moved his right arm, which was wrapped in bandages.

The demigod had three or four scars on his face, and bandages could be seen in many parts of his body. Only those kind eyes that contained wisdom were shining brightly.

"His Excellency Archbishop, the final statistics are nearly complete, and they can be reported to the kingdom this afternoon at the latest." Ikanser calmly replied, holding the silver mirror in one hand and the thick material in the other.

Although the royal family insisted that one of Edsack caused the disaster, they still could not get rid of the fate of compensation. The three major churches set up a temporary joint meeting for this purpose. Finally, we discussed the specific plan and prepared to hang a piece of meat from the royal family to make up for the losses caused by this period of time.

This is the plan proposed by the Church of Storms. As the only church that has intervened in military affairs and is also the biggest beneficiary after the smog, they have enough confidence to put pressure on the royal family.

However, Ace Snake, the current head of the Church of the Storm in Backlund Diocese, did not have such good luck, nor did he have the courage to fight for it.

Because of his repeated dereliction of duty and the fact that he did not clean up the deadly stain of the plague at the first time during the haze, this "Singer of God" was reported by the Co-Prime Minister of the Loen Council together. The guy rushed back to sea.

"Give Arrodes to me, stand behind me and use the sealed item to protect yourself."

This sudden order made Ikanser confused, but he still handed the silver mirror to the archbishop, and he retreated to the corner of the room. Lights of different colors rose from him, and the deacon was strictly protected. stand up.

"Dear Arrodes, my question is, did Ace Snake hide anything from his superiors and other churches?"

After being silent for a while, Horamick made up his mind and asked the question that had troubled him for days.

The silver mirror with eyes on both sides suddenly floated on the water surface, and the gray-white mist behind the mirror floated like waves, forming a picture with some hesitation.

In the sunny room, an old man with gray hair leaned on the easy chair quietly, as if he was asleep.

This picture lasted for a few minutes, until Horamick almost no longer heard the sound of Ikanser's deliberately holding his breath, the old man who was sleeping slowly opened his eyes, and there was nothing in his sharp silver eyes. The confusion and slackness when he just woke up, but he is eager to try, and there is a shadow of excitement and incompatibility.

Horamick stared at the scene that collapsed with Ace Snake getting up, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's Arrodes' question time. If you lie or don't answer the correct answer, you will be punished."

The blood-red words occupied the mirror, and Horamik glanced behind him unintentionally, and the room became even quieter.

"My question is, do you often have an appreciation and love for your dolls?"

The doll of Your Excellency the Archbishop?

Ikanser's heartbeat suddenly stopped for half a beat.

He recalled the dolls of His Excellency the Archbishop - most of the dolls of this "mystery scholar" are himself!

How could it be, is Arrodes' brain broken? How could someone treat him...

"Yes."

Ikanser's heart stopped.

"Congratulations, you are very honest."

Horamick looked at the white-colored new words on the mirror with a flat face, was silent for a while, and suddenly said to behind him:

"Go to the equipment department. The question just now is beyond your authority. You need to clear the memory of this period."

The trembling deacon in the corner of the room responded loudly, took Arrodes away tremblingly, and slipped out of the room at a very fast speed.

Looking at the door being closed, Horamick finally showed a serious look on his amiable face.

"Ace Snake is using dreams?"

"Who is he talking to?"

......

In the second-class guest room of the "North Wind".

Klein, who was admiring the undulating water outside the window, suddenly turned his head and frowned slightly as he listened to the voice whose characteristics had been erased.

Someone is praying to "The Fool".

He turned on his spiritual vision to observe the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was spying, he laid down the wall of spirituality, and walked backwards and climbed the gray fog.

In the magnificent hall, Klein sat in the top position, opened the crimson star that was expanding and contracting, and raised his eyebrows.

Emlyn White, he was actually praying to The Fool again.

Is this what the vampire meant, or that Lilith's, or...his own?

Klein hesitated for a few seconds, and finally clicked on the star, and a smear of crimson immediately exploded beside the long table.

"The great 'mysterious god'."

The well-dressed vampire bowed slightly, and even though his facial features were blurred by the fog, he could still see a lingering exhaustion.

This guy should not have been "secretly" closed again, why does it still look so fake?

Klein nodded slightly and said straight to the point:

"Looks like you've already made up your mind?"

Emlyn, who was just about to sit down, was stunned for a moment. He stayed where he was and thought for a while before he figured out what the "God of Mysteries" was asking.

"Yes, I have witnessed the harm caused by the disaster, and I have also personally felt the suffering of the withering of life. As the savior appointed by the first ancestor, I want to fulfill my responsibilities."

In other words, you were pulled over by Bishop Utravsky to volunteer for a few days, so you were so tired... Klein didn't answer directly, but instead said:

"Don't worry, you can first talk about what else you saw besides the disaster?"

After the last encounter, Emlyn no longer dared to maintain the pride of the savior in front of this god, and immediately replied:

"I saw the good and evil of human nature. The government and church that were supposed to be the protectors of the Eastern District did not do what they were supposed to do in the first place. Instead, cults like the Aurora Society opened up a refuge in the Eastern District and protected a large number of civilians. , won the favor of many people in the East District, and many people secretly raised the idea of ​​this letter."

"Although it is wrong to convert to depravity, we are both the sons of our mothers and equal lives born on this earth, and we are not qualified to blame these people who are already suffering."

Emlyn changed what Wen Zuzou had heard from the priest, hoping to satisfy the god.

Did the vampire stole the word from Bishop Utravsky?

Klein's mouth twitched slightly, but he quickly turned his attention to the part about the Aurora Club.

Thinking about it now, it seems that the various actions of the Aurora Society in the East District are understandable. Whether it is spreading beliefs or building underground churches, they seem to be preparing for this disaster.

The only question is where did the Aurora get the news, if they were part of the plan in the first place, they wouldn't do it with their style, but if they didn't directly participate in the plan of the Great Smog..... .

Could it be that the Aurora Club withdrew from the plan halfway through?

But why?

Klein thought about it, but in the end it could only be attributed to the real creator's efforts to get rid of madness, but he didn't know what role "mystery" played in it.

Alas, I have rejected Lilith once before, and excluding Emlyn might give a wrong signal and cause unnecessary misunderstanding... Klein tapped on the table, and said in a mellow voice:

"It seems that you already have your own understanding of disasters. What do you want from me?"

"I don't know." Emlyn shook his head very honestly.

Klein almost slapped himself on the face, and he had to be more explicit.

"I convened a party and acted as their witness, and you can also participate in it in exchange for a promise."

Emlyn stood up and saluted without hesitation:

"This is exactly my wish!"

"Just, I don't know what you need me to promise."

"The Fool" at the top had a laughing tone, and said in a flat voice:

"A free help, this is the ticket to the party, I'll tell you when I need it."

"This is a secret transaction, so you can't disclose any information privately to the vampires and other beings."

"Of course, if Lilith asks herself, you can say it."

Klein raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, and brushed his palms across the table.

"Now you can choose your code name. Those attendees like to refer to themselves with tarot cards, just like they call me 'The Fool'."

Emlyn looked at the incomplete tarot master card manifested on the surface of the long bronze table, took a closer look with interest, and touched the center card.

He turned over the cards and glanced at it, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and proudly read out his code name.

"'Moon', my code name is 'Moon'."

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Xiaohong is now a freelancer.

The later design goes to Bansi, I need to think about the details, this chapter is too much.

Finally, I still ask for a recommendation and a monthly pass, please!