Mystery: The Last God’s Path

Siddall sat on the high seat with a smile on his face, and then slowly restrained himself.

Because he thought that the person who bought the 'Sheriff' formula at Mr. A's party was from MI9. If Xio bought the main material at the party, he would probably be developed into MI9's as in the original book. people.

This is not allowed by Hiddell, because he still needs Hugh to do more important things for him.

Thinking of this, Sidor slowly opened his mouth and said, "When you sacrifice another material, I will give you the main material of the 'Sheriff', and I will also give you a new oracle."

I knew... Xio guessed before that after he collected another material, God might give him the main material of the 'Sheriff'.

"Your oracle is my mission!" Xio saluted again.

Hydall smiled and disconnected from Hugh.

As for the main materials of the 'Sheriff', Hidal asked Yard to make a list of the materials that Shicheng possessed and sacrifice them, and there are two main materials of the 'Sheriff'.

It was also just two days ago that the three priests had been successfully promoted to become the 'Iron Knights'.

He and the high priest will lead their respective teams to clear out the monsters and some powerful extraordinary creatures that have emerged in the Shicheng protection zone this year, which will bring a lot of extraordinary materials to Shicheng.

"Things are going in a good direction." With a smile, Hidell wrapped himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling back to the real world.

......

June 27, afternoon.

Siddall was sitting on the reclining chair on the balcony. It was almost dusk, and the golden brilliance turned the whole city of Tingen into a golden country.

His gaze looked towards the direction of the setting sun, as if to pass through the layers of obstacles, and cast his gaze to a certain area... There was Iron Cross Street in the West District.

When the sun completely went down, the whole city of Tingen fell into darkness, and the gas lamps in other areas were regularly lit, so that Tingen would not fall into darkness completely.

Only the western district, still dimly lit, seems out of place in this Tingen city.

At this moment, Hydall felt a reaction from heaven, and he didn't need confirmation, he also knew that it was from Admisor.

And even if he didn't go to heaven, he could barely hear what Admisor said.

"Klein, has committed suicide."

Sidor stood up from the reclining chair, holding the guardrail, a smile slowly appeared on his face, and he murmured:

"finally come......"

......,

After having breakfast with his sister and watching her go to school, Zhou Mingrui sighed and accepted the fact that he had come over by 'traveling', but he still decided to go back.

"The problem should be the transfer ceremony. As long as I do it again, I should be able to go back."

When the church bell rang seven times, he put on a black vest, a formal suit of the same color, and a half-top hat. Zhou Mingrui looked at himself in the mirror, as if he was watching a British drama telling a Victorian story.

"I'm not going for an interview, I'm just shopping for groceries and preparing the materials for the transport ceremony..." He muttered in a low voice, shaking his head and laughing.

So he took off his formal clothes, put on an old brown-yellow coat, and changed the top of his head to a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color. Finally, he took out the revolver that gleamed brass and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Set off!"

Relying on memory, Zhou Mingrui bought 8 pounds of brown bread from Mrs. Sling for 9 pence, and then came to the town square, and saw a funny and funny clown distributing leaflets around.

"A circus show?" He was waiting to ask a clown when a hoarse male voice came from his side:

"Do you want to do divination?"

Zhou Mingrui looked around subconsciously and saw a man wearing a pointed hat and a classical robe standing in front of a low tent.

He is about 1.78 meters tall, and his face is painted with red and yellow oil paint, making it impossible to see his face clearly, but he has a pair of deep gray eyes.

"No." Zhou Mingrui shook his head and replied, how could he have spare money to do divination.

The man smiled and said:

"My tarot divination is very accurate."

"Tarot..." Zhou Mingrui was stunned. This pronunciation is very similar to Earth's Tarot cards!

And the earth's tarot card belongs to a kind of fortune-telling poker, but there are more 'graphic cards' with symbols.

Wait... He suddenly remembered the origin of the Tarot cards in this world.

This was invented more than 170 years ago by Roselle Gustav of the Intis Republic at the time.

This Mr. Roselle invented the steam engine, improved the sailboat, overthrew the rule of the Intis Kingdom, and was recognized by the Church of the God of Craftsmen, becoming the first consul of the New Republic.

Later, they marched south to the north, causing the powers of the northern continent to bow their heads one after another, and then renamed the republic an empire again, calling himself 'Emperor Caesar'.

During his reign, the Church of the 'God of Craftsmen' received the first public oracle since the Fifth Epoch, changing the title of 'God of Craftsmen' to 'God of Steam and Machinery'.

At the same time, he also invented tarot divination, as well as card games, similar to Fighting the Landlord's Fighting Evil, Texas, Quint...

And sent a fleet to find a channel to the southern continent in the storm and turbulence, opening the colonial era.

This... remembering these common sense, Zhou Mingrui suddenly had a toothache.

Wouldn't this one be a senior transmigrator?

At this time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the man who painted the face opposite him seemed to know his inner thoughts and nodded. At the same time, his eyes kept looking around, as if he wanted to pull someone.

Zhou Mingrui suddenly changed his tune and said, "Uh...if the price is reasonable, I'll give it a try."

There was a charming smile on the man's face, "You are the first person to do divination today, for free!"

free? Free is the most expensive... Zhou Mingrui intends to wait and refuse any additional services.

Especially when he touched the penny in his pocket, his thoughts were more firm.

If you have the ability, you can fortune tell me that I am transmigration!

Thinking like this, he entered the tent, which was very dark, only a little light penetrated, and a table full of cards was vaguely illuminated.

The man in the pointed hat was not affected at all, he sat across from him and lit a candle.

It was dim and swaying, and the tent seemed to be bright or dark, and it instantly felt a little more mysterious.

Zhou Mingrui glanced over the tarot cards on the table, and found that he was familiar with the main cards such as 'Magician', 'Emperor', and 'The Hanged Man'.

"Is Emperor Roselle really a 'senior'?" Zhou Mingrui's mouth moved slightly, and he was in a trance.

The man who claims to be 'very good at divination' has reached out and gathered all the tarot cards together, stacked them into a pile, and pushed them in front of him.

"Shuffle and cut the cards." The fortune-teller, who seemed to be a circus, said in a low voice, "Everyone's destiny can only be fortune-telling by himself. I'm just an interpreter."

Zhou Mingrui immediately asked cautiously:

"Is there no extra charge for interpretation?"

So he saw that the corner of the man's mouth twitched a few times, and after a while he said dully:

"Free."