Mystery: The Star Key

Igna frowned, feeling unwell again.

He pinched his forehead, but he still couldn't figure out what was going on in the Eastern District.

Originally, he thought that by reporting the abnormality found to the Orthodox Church, the matter could be effectively resolved. But things don't seem to be that simple.

And, it was far more complicated than he imagined.

Can't find anything. Heck, why can't it be found?

Thinking of this, now, Igna suddenly remembered something that seemed a little strange.

"I forgot to do divination this morning, and I forgot to do divination before I went out."

This is not reasonable. Astrology before going out every day has become a daily routine for Igna to play an astrologer. But today he not only didn't do his morning horoscope, he also forgot to do it when Captain Dunn Smith came to him.

Although this is an inconspicuous little thing, it doesn't seem to be that simple.

But one thing has become a habit, a routine, why would he forget it?

Igna rubbed his forehead. Thinking about it, during the regular training today, Instructor Hugh Dilcha also seemed to have said that he was different from usual today.

"It's not calm enough to punch." The little blond instructor calmly took Igna's fist and commented, "But the aggression is stronger than before, which is an improvement."

At the time, Igna didn't take it to heart.

Hell, why didn't you take it to heart?

Igna felt that something was wrong with him again. He was originally a person who was very concerned about details, but today he didn't notice that so many details were unreasonable.

What the **** is going on here?

Igna frowned, feeling that his mind seemed a little confused. A lot of ideas are mixed together, rubbed into a mess.

This is not right...it is very wrong...

Igna rubbed his forehead, put his hands on his forehead, and tried to pray to Mister Fool.

"Knock knock knock-"

Before Ignat's three-segment gods' honorable names were finished, a knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Igna pushed the Nightmare beside him lightly, and after awakening the captain, he got up and opened the door after his eyes signaled him.

When the waiter outside the door saw that it was him who opened the door, he said to him, "No. 1412, it's your turn for the next game."

Igna frowned. The waiter's impolite tone already made him unhappy, and the inexplicable advance made him even more unhappy.

"My master asked me to play after ten numbers."

"The rules have changed. Today's game will enter the ring ahead of schedule." The waiter said, so all the queues have to move forward.

"In advance?" Igna frowned and asked.

The waiter didn't answer Igna's question, but looked at Dunn Smith behind Igna and said, "Master 1412, if you want your 'player' to play later, perhaps your best option is to buy a glass of 'The Honor of One World' or a cup of 'Destroyed Fortune'."

Igna quickly recalled that "The Honor of One" and "Destroying Fate" were the two most expensive cocktails in the tavern above.

Because they didn't list the price but wrote the "market price".

However, Dunn didn't frown upon hearing this request, and said, "Okay."

The waiter nodded: "Today's Ishizun and Destiny Catalog are being auctioned. The current price is 30 gold pounds for 'Ishizun' and 40 gold pounds for 'Destroying Destiny Catalog'. What's the price you offered?"

This time Dunn was silent.

Igna was also silent. Even if he didn't know what the so-called "Respect of One World" and "Destroying Fate Catalog" were before, it was clear now.

is the final two-way champion in this ring match.

Forty pounds, it is estimated that it is beyond the captain's range.

"…"

Ignatius looked back at Captain Dunn Smith. The captain also cast a questioning look at him.

It seemed that he had entered a dream again, and Igna heard the captain say to him, "There are three more people, it will take at least fifteen minutes."

"I'll go with you." Ignat said to the people next to him.

In fifteen minutes, he could still do it.

But even after getting Igna's response, the messenger didn't look at Igna, but at Dunn Smith, as if still waiting for his opinion.

It was not until Dunn Smith nodded, the waiter bowed to Dunn Smith, left the room, and led the way for Ignatius.

However, although it was said to lead the way, in fact, the waiter just took Igna to a burly strong man and asked the strong man to take him to the boxing ring below.

The strong man has strong muscles. He doesn't seem to be from the East District, but works for some secret security company.

Compared with Igna, who was wearing the regular clothes of the Eastern District, the man's sturdy shoulders, which were exposed outside, seemed to be able to pierce Igna with a single punch.

The man first took Igna to a small room and handed Igna a document and a quill.

"How many games do you want to play?" The big man pointed at the contract with his finger and asked casually. "You can get the fee for winning three games. Do you want to play three games in a row?"

"I think about it..." Igna shrank his shoulders and took the contract handed over by the big man.

Of course, Igna would not simply follow the way of others. He glanced at the document.

This is a formal contract, and the terms above are all formal legal contracts written in a very professional Old Feysac language.

But the content inside is not "regular" at all.

The general content of it can be summed up as follows: after the contract is signed, the participants are hired slaves in the boxing ring, and the participants can get bonuses if they win, but they need to win ten consecutive games before they can withdraw the bonuses. Failure is not the responsibility of the boxing ring, whether it is illness or death, it is the responsibility of the participants.

This contract is arrogant, unreasonable and savage from the inside out. Even what the big man said just now did not match what was written on the document.

However, it is such an unreasonable contract. Almost all the participants who entered the arena just signed their names without looking at it.

Ignat had already read fast enough, with ten lines at a glance, but the appearance of reading with a document still made the big man leading him suspicious.

"Look at what. Can you understand?" The big man standing beside Igna pushed Igna.

"Sorry, sir. One fight, just one fight," Ignatius replied.

The time for a coming and going should be long enough for the captain to complete the investigation.

Igna timidly picked up the quill and "written" his name on the document. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Of course, it's impossible to write for real. Ignat simply used an illusion to write a pseudonym and handed it over.

And the security guard didn't even look at it, so he put away the contract.

As he spoke, he pushed Igna: "Let's go."

Igna walked out with the security guard obediently.

He followed the security man to the boxing ring, but unexpectedly, there were four people standing in the ring.

They each occupy a corner of the boxing ring.

But when Igna walked into the arena, the door of the boxing ring was locked and slammed shut.

What's happening here?

No one explained to Igna, but the chills on Igna's back stood up in an instant.

Because, he immediately felt the real malice, and stabbed him on his body without concealment. Behind him, on the top of his head, and every part of his body seemed to be scratched by wolf-like eyes.

He saw that at this moment, the other four "boxers" parked in the corner all turned their eyes to him.

Their eyes were red, like demons.

And in Igna's ear, there was a call sign that was even more deafening than before.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him."

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