chapter 3

Chapter 8 Party

　　"You can call me..."

　　"'The Fool'."

　　The short answer quickly disappeared in the magnificent temple and the diffuse mist, but in the hearts of the visitors from the Crimson Star, the voice echoed for a long time, stirring up ripples in circles.

　　I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zhou Mingrui felt that the moment he said his name, the brown-haired lady became even more frightened.

　　Several possibilities flashed through his mind, but he was not in a hurry to confirm.

　　In the dead silence, the lady with the abstract symbol on the back of the chair that resembled a door wanted to stand up and pay tribute, but the lady next to her in gorgeous clothes preempted her by saying:

　　"Dear Mr. Fool, why did you bring us here?"

　　"An attempt..." Zhou Mingrui, who was at the top, considered his words and unconsciously imitated the "mysterious god" who had just appeared with his movements.

　　He smiled "hehe". "I woke up from my deep sleep and wanted to understand the changes in the world."

　　Awakening from slumber?

　　Is this an angel from ancient times or a god?

　　Alger, who had been watching since he boarded the Gray Fog, instantly grasped the key point. He quickly compared the similarities between the mysterious existence in front of him and the various evil gods and hidden existences recorded in the Church of Storms' records. His restrained gaze slowly scanned the Gray Fog Palace. .

　　Suddenly, his eyes stopped on another woman facing him. Even though it was obscured by gray fog, he still read a huge amount of information from that woman's body movements.

　　She seemed to know this mysterious being.

　　"Sir, I wonder what you want to know?" The young lady who was not familiar with the world seemed naive and a bit stupid to Alger.

　　As the only daughter of the Hall family, Audrey has always longed for the extraordinary, but has been unable to do so under the protection of her father and brother. Now she finally sees the possibility of reaching the extraordinary.

　　As expected, things will be much easier to handle if you have someone to support you... Zhou Mingrui looked at the optimistic and innocent young lady and said with satisfaction:

　　"I have been out of touch with the times for so long that I don't even know what the world has become."

　　"Beautiful lady..." Zhou Mingrui suddenly felt that this title was a bit awkward. After thinking about it for a moment, he tried to take out a stack of cards from the gray mist.

　　"I want to understand the current world, but before that, I think you can each choose one from this deck of tarot cards as a code name so that we can call each other more conveniently."

　　He pushed the tarot cards into the air and skillfully helped each of the three guests draw a code card.

　　"I am 'Justice'!" Audrey was a little surprised.

　　"I am the Hanged Man." Alger said solemnly, then looked at the calmer lady opposite.

　　Forsi, who had been restless since he boarded the gray fog, took a deep breath and said, "'Magician'."

　　"Very good." Zhou Mingrui nodded slightly, "Then, Miss Justice, are you willing to be the first to introduce me?"

　　He decisively chose the most obvious breakthrough among the three, and his mellow voice was seductive.

　　"Okay, Mr. Fool." Audrey thought for a while, skipped the part related to her family, and chose to start from the founding history of the country that she was relatively familiar with. "The world now is mainly divided into the North and South Continents, and the Northern Continent. Countries such as Loen, Intis, and Feysac were all established at the end of the Fourth Age, dividing the territories that originally belonged to the Solomon Empire and the Trunsoest Empire, while the southern continent was formed by the descendants of the 'Night Emperor' With the support of the Church of the True Creator, the Second Empire of Trunsoest was established, occupying the eastern part of the original Balam Empire, causing the Balam Empire, which believed in the 'God of Death', to fall into division..."

　　Zhou Mingrui's eyes gradually softened as he listened to Audrey's rough narration and compared the content in Klein Moretti's memory.

　　In the noble lady's narration, he seemed to have discovered the traces left by his fellow villagers.

　　Emperor Roselle who started the industrial revolution in this world... Oh, isn't he a pure madman? He is a combination of Caesar, Napoleon, Babbage, etc. It seems that this person is thriving in a different world. I feel quite happy and reluctant to miss Shu...

　　But soon, this softness disappeared and was replaced by seriousness and vigilance.

　　"Emperor Roselle seemed to have betrayed his belief in the 'God of Steam and Machinery' in his later years, and took the initiative to collude with the True God of the Southern Continent. In the end, he was killed in the White Maple Palace by the believers of the Eternal Sun Church and the God of Steam," Audrey He frowned.

　　She didn't know much about this part of history. She only knew that the Church of Steam had been very secretive about its records during this period and what happened to Roselle in her later years.

　　"I can fill you in on this part of history." Alger stood up, bowed, and took the initiative to take over the topic.

　　He first glanced at the "magician" who had remained silent until now, and then said:

　　"When Emperor Roselle was assassinated, a divine war broke out in the northern and southern continents."

　　God's war... Zhou Mingrui narrowed his eyes and straightened his upper body in a concealed manner.

　　"Although the church has erased most of the details, many larger secret organizations and churches have still preserved some vague descriptions in internal materials," Alger spoke slowly, "For example, Roselle's original intention of colluding with the true Creator. It is to use the power of the Southern Continent to overthrow the church's rule in Intis and make the emperor the true master of the country."

　　"It's a pity that he, or everyone who is not the Pope or the gods, are limited by their own vision. Roselle misjudged the power of the Southern Continent. He did not wait for the help of the sleeping 'God of Mystery'. The truth is The Creator God could not overwhelm the two righteous gods who protected Intis, which led to Roselle being besieged by the top leaders of the two major churches and defeated and died."

　　Zhou Mingrui listened intently, almost turning into a petrified sculpture by the end, while Forsi became frightened again and wanted to bury his head under the table.

　　Unexpectedly, it was just the first time he contacted someone with the help of gray mist, and he got news about the "God of Mysteries"... Zhou Mingrui breathed a hidden sigh of relief, and his body movements once again showed the indifferent attitude of listening to a child telling a story.

　　It seems that the "God of Mystery" has indeed reached the level of true God. Based on his own words, his last active time should be at the end of the Fourth Age. In other words, from the beginning of the Fifth Age, the "God of Mystery" has become The "lonely ghost" in His words.

　　No wonder the suspected fellow countryman Emperor Roselle didn't wait for his help. He may have just discovered the existence of such a suspected compatriot, but he didn't know that the "God of Mystery" himself had completely lost his freedom. Perhaps between them At that time, we could still make simple contacts, just like the conversation I had with the "God of Mystery", but the "God of Mystery" itself couldn't contribute?

　　"Very good," Zhou Mingrui suppressed many thoughts and smiled, "It seems that I have slept for too long, and I can hardly recognize this world."

　　He motioned for the "Hanged Man" to sit down first, and then looked at the most silent "Magician".

　　"Honored, respected, respected Lord!" Forsi jumped up when he was stabbed by the gaze from the top, "Recently, because the church has shrunk most of its unnecessary activities, I only know about the Esoteric Order and the God's Messenger They are deploying members of this group to fulfill a prophecy made by the Pope."

　　Stuttering, Forsi's voice became smaller and smaller. She looked at the suddenly silent temple and suddenly realized that she seemed to have been exposed to a terrible fact.

　　Zhou Mingrui stared silently at the lady who wished she could disappear on the spot. After holding it in for a long time, he said in a low voice:

　　"pope?"

　　"Yes," Forsi said in a dry voice under the gaze of "The Fool," "The 'Angel of Destiny' under the crown of Pope Ourolos and under the seat of the True Creator predicted that you will return in the near future."

　　She didn't dare to meet the gaze from the top of her head. From the corner of her eye, she could only see Mr. "The Hanged Man" who was so confident just now, now frozen in his seat and trembling all over.

　　In other words, before I took possession of Klein Moretti's body, the original believers and allies of the "God of Mystery" had already received vague information. In this way, the members of the Church of the True Creator who kidnapped me did not harm me. , the reason for the extra effort to hold the ceremony seems to be clear.

　　They are trying to awaken the "God of Mystery"!

　　With the arrival of the last piece of the puzzle, the fog that had been plaguing Zhou Mingrui disappeared, revealing the truth behind it.

　　"Very good, I understand." Zhou Mingrui dismissed the "magician" perfunctorily, without asking for more details.

　　Just when he was looking for a chance to change the topic, a picture flashed in his mind, and he followed his inspiration and looked at the member closest to him.

　　"Mr. Fool, I mean..." "Justice" Audrey looked a little confused at this time.

　　"Just continue to call me Mr. Fool." Zhou Mingrui nodded encouragingly.

　　"Mr. Fool, I want to ask if there is any way for me to become an extraordinary person." Audrey tried her best to finish her request.

　　Although she was shocked that Mr. Fool might be a god from the Southern Continent, she was not afraid of continuing to communicate with this being who seemed to have a kinder personality.

　　After all, her father and brother, many of her relatives, Loen and even a considerable number of nobles in the northern continent have dealings with merchants in the southern continent, and they are also happy to have some relationship with the Trunsoest family, the only descendant of the existing empire.

　　Even the second brother Alfred, who is currently serving in the Southern Continent, has vaguely mentioned that compared to the barbaric and bloody former Highland Kingdom and the docile colonial slaves, the subjects of Trunsoest with their own artistic and philosophical understanding are more lovable. People like it, not to mention that the empire and the countries of the Northern Continent have been in a state of truce in the past few years, and there is basically no conflict between the two sides.

　　"Extraordinary?" Zhou Mingrui glanced at the "Magician", imitating the appearance of the "God of Mystery", and said a little bit harshly, "I can tell you the formula of 'Soothsayer', but what kind of reward can you give me? "

　　"I believe in equal exchange. As long as the price is right, it's not a problem."

　　"I, I can give you a gold pound..." Before Audrey could finish speaking, she was interrupted by "The Hanged Man".

　　"Miss, do you think gods can be bribed with money?" Alger, who had recovered from the shock, did not hide his sarcasm, "Then why don't you just go and donate money to a certain god in Loen? A few thousand pounds for the chance to become something extraordinary."

　　He stood up and bowed to the supreme leader with a humble tone.

　　"Mr. Fool, Miss Justice should be from a noble family. Please forgive her for her offense."

　　Seeing that the god didn't say anything, he bowed again and then continued:

　　"If you want to become an extraordinary person, I can help you, in accordance with Mr. Fool's creed, in exchange for equal value."

　　"Pay in gold pounds?"

　　Alger was a little irritable, but for his own sake, he patiently said:

　　"I have two recipes for Sequence Nine, namely 'Sailor' and 'Spectator', both of which cost 300 pounds."

　　"But how can I guarantee a deal?"

　　"Of course it will be witnessed by Mr. Fool." Alger bowed humbly and said, "Mr. Fool, I hope you can witness our transaction."

　　In response to such a request, even if Zhou Mingrui was a little greedy for the huge sum of 300 pounds, he would not lose the "majesty of the gods".

　　Well, the Extraordinary I saw in the corridor who could transform fish scales and summon water flows should be the "Sailor" path, but he should be in the so-called mid-sequence like me.

　　Thinking of this, Zhou Mingrui glanced at Alger gently... Mr. "The Hanged Man" should not be at a higher level than me, and he might be at the same level as Ms. "Magician".

　　"no problem."

　　After receiving the approval of the gods, Alger was obviously relieved. He briefly explained to Justice the details of the remittance after returning to reality, and then asked Mr. Fool to hand over the "audience" formula he had written.

　　Zhou Mingrui, who tried to manifest items on the gray mist again, took a look at the formula written on the note and silently wrote it down.

　　"Everyone."

　　As if witnessing a transaction, Forsi gradually broke away from her initial restraint. She stood up and turned to the top, her eyes only dared to fall on the edge of the long table.

　　"Lord... Mr. Fool, I wonder if you are willing to witness another transaction?"

　　In fact, Zhou Mingrui has been observing the transaction process of several people since just now. It is certain that the party will continue. Since he has temporarily taken over part of the management of this place from the "God of Mystery", he must maximize the Take advantage of the convenience that this place can bring to you, whether it is to go home or improve your strength to save your life.

　　Just like the transaction between "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" just now, he accidentally obtained a "UU Kanshu www.uukanｓhu.net Audience" formula. As long as the details of the transaction occurred on the gray fog, he could not go beyond " He has the eyes of "platform" and "fair party", which means that the more such transactions, the more he can gain.

　　What's more, there is a "secret" believer here, and we can get more information about him... Zhou Mingrui nodded slightly.

　　"Can."

　　Forsi breathed a sigh of relief, adjusted his posture, and looked to the opposite side.

　　"Both of you, I want you to help me keep an eye on the Storm and the Church of the Night, as well as the attitudes and opinions of the upper management of Loen towards the recent terrorist attacks in Loen. I will pay you according to the value of the information, starting at 100 pounds."

　　"If there is news about Loen's upper echelons, it's best to give priority to the conservative party."

　　According to her observations, "The Hanged Man" is probably a small leader of a secret organization at sea, or a member of the Church of Storms; and Miss Justice's accent and dress revealed that she is a powerful figure in Backlund. It is not difficult to find out the fact that he is the heir of a noble family.

　　"Okay." Alger agreed to the deal without any hesitation, while Audrey was not affected by the generous reward and hesitated for a while before slowly nodding.

　　Bang bang.

　　When Zhou Mingrui, who was at the top, saw that the transaction was over, he tapped the table with his fingers familiarly, attracting the attention of the three of them.

　　"Everyone, today's party will end here. From now on...every Monday, at three o'clock in the afternoon, I will make a few more attempts like this. Maybe when I understand the world again, you can Come to the party more calmly, rather than suddenly like today."

　　Zhou Mingrui smiled while cutting off the contact.

　　"Let's look forward to the next party."

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Chapter 9 Acceptance

　　The crimson light faded like water, and the gray fog hall became empty again, leaving only Zhou Mingrui at the top facing the long table alone.

　　He looked around and saw no sign of the "God of Mystery".

　　Doesn't it mean that finding help is just the first step and then forgetting about it?

　　Even the browser games I played in the past didn't have such a casual "beginner's tutorial"... Zhou Mingrui frowned slightly, but thinking that his body was still in the solitary room of the Night Church, he didn't bother to continue searching.

　　He looked at his feet. As soon as he had the idea of ​​returning, his spirituality quickly spread and became a cocoon. The feeling of weightlessness replaced the erraticness, and darkness once again occupied his field of vision.

　　He was still in the confinement room, still standing in the middle of the room.

　　It's a pity that "Nighthawk" didn't leave me anything. I couldn't judge the ratio of time flow between the gray fog and the real world... Zhou Mingrui secretly turned on his spiritual vision, pretending to be fine, picked it up and put it away. After checking the surrounding staple food, he checked again whether there was any surveillance in the room that could not be discovered under normal circumstances.

　　It seems that the "Nighthawks" trust this room's ability to suppress extraordinary things... Is it because gods really exist in this world, and the church is the place most likely to attract the attention of gods?

　　Zhou Mingrui took a big bite of the bread and mixed it with the cold milk with relish.

　　I just don't know if the gray fog can help me hide from the eyes of the holy object, but since "Secret" wants me to replace him and replace the fate of his prisoner, he should give me some necessary cover. He should not have any abilities at all. Unable to perform... He suddenly smiled.

　　"I don't know if this is considered a violation of the goddess's faith."

　　...

　　"Hey, Mr. Moretti, good news, today is your free day."

　　The door to the confinement room creaked open, and Leonard's lazy stance and sunlight shone into the completely dark room.

　　This handsome-faced "Nighthawk" still looked carefree, wearing only a shirt on his upper body, and the hem was not yet tucked into his trousers.

　　However, unlike his appearance in his clothes, his green eyes were slightly narrowed at this time, staring at Zhou Mingrui as if he was trying to distinguish a wolf among the dogs.

　　Zhou Mingrui, who had spent the whole night eating most of the bread, now just felt exhausted. Facing the good news from Leonard, he couldn't muster any positive emotions.

　　"Really?" However, he still showed a look of expectation, "The senior deacon of the church has arrived?"

　　"Of course, it's actually right next door to you." Leonard shrugged, hesitated for a while, and then followed the normal procedure and put silver handcuffs on Zhou Mingrui and led him to the room next to Chanis. door to a hut.

　　"Deacon Sesima, captain, I brought Mr. Moretti."

　　Zhou Mingrui adjusted to the light outside the confinement room and tried his best to open his eyes. He saw a man in his thirties wearing a black windbreaker and a white shirt standing next to Dunn in the relatively dim room. His golden brown hair was shaved short, and his dark green eyes were like a moonless lake in the middle of the night. The collars of his shirt and windbreaker were raised up, hiding his entire chin in the shadows.

　　Compared to Dunn, the aura of tranquility that seems to be unique to "Nighthawks" is more obvious in him.

　　On the same level as Mr. A who kidnapped me... Zhou Mingrui looked at the silver suitcase at Sesima's feet imperceptibly, with a slight panic on his face.

　　"Hello, Lord Sesima."

　　"Hello, Mr. Moretti." Sesima smiled kindly, "I have listened to Dunn tell you the general story, especially your unfortunate experience and your initiative to ask for help. I have to say that this is quite wise. s Choice."

　　"Actually, there have been at least a dozen misfortunes like the one you encountered in the kingdom in the past week. If we look at the entire Northern Continent, there may be as many as thirty; among them there are many innocent people who have been rescued by the church early. , but there are only one or two cases like you who can believe in the church, persist in their faith and piety, and take the initiative to seek help."

　　Sesima's smile faded a little, "But let's talk about you, Mr. Moretti, you are really lucky. In the twenty years since I became an extraordinary person, you are the second person I have seen who skipped the pre-sequence and gained abilities. of extraordinary people."

　　The silver-white suitcase placed at Sesima's feet slowly floated up without being touched by anyone, and flew flat in front of several people.

　　"So I believe today will go well. You will prove that you are still a loyal believer of the goddess, and we can also silence others and give you freedom and fairness."

　　He unlocked the suitcase, revealing a pure white bone sword lying on the velvet cloth inside.

　　This is the sacred object... Zhou Mingrui looked at the suddenly dark surroundings and the only bone sword in the room that was still emitting a faint light, feeling an irresistible attraction for no reason.

　　This attraction was very similar to the characteristics shown in the solitary room, but it was stronger, and he felt that he should have fallen into a nightmare, but he didn't know if it was due to the gray mist and "mystery" that he fell into something similar to "ghost". I was still awake but couldn't do anything. I even felt like my breathing was slowly stopping.

　　"Mr. Moretti, put your hand on the holy sword."

　　Sesima's voice penetrated the nightmare that was not completely closed, and along with the gentle singing, it lightened the burden on Zhou Mingrui.

　　Under his guidance, Zhou Mingrui stood up, looked level, and walked over with small steps and long strides.

　　"Okay, now recite the goddess's honorable name and pray to the goddess." Crested said calmly.

　　Zhou Mingrui immediately stopped and stood there, with one hand on the cold bone sword and the other on his heart. Together with Sesima, he recited the honorable name of the goddess of the night in his memory.

　　"The goddess of night, nobler than the stars and longer than eternity."

　　"You are the Crimson Lord, the Mother of Secrets."

　　"Queen of disaster and fear, lord of sleep and silence."

　　"Please give me your blessing and witness my piety..." Sesima's dark green eyes were almost black, and she carefully examined Zhou Mingrui's movements to see if there were any signs of changes.

　　"Please give me your blessing and witness my piety..." In the nightmare, Zhou Mingrui gave up resistance, completely opened his body and mind, and put all his hopes on the "God of Mystery".

　　As the oath ended, the light that had been sucked away by the bone sword suddenly reappeared. In the frightening darkness, dots of silver-white starlight flickered, as if the Milky Way at night had come to reality, crossing the sky and casting countless sights.

　　Vaguely, Zhou Mingrui only felt that he had established a subtle and obscure connection with a mysterious existence in an endless distance using the bone sword as a medium.

　　But before he had any other thoughts, this connection quickly sank into the depths of his spiritual body. As the nightmare shattered, the bone sword spat out the orange color emitted by the gas lamp on the wall and disappeared without a trace.

　　He blinked and saw that Dunn and Leonard were in the same trance as him, but Sesima had already closed the silver-white suitcase again and said with a smile:

　　"Congratulations, Mr. Moretti, you have been recognized by the goddess and cleared of suspicion."

　　Zhou Mingrui finally smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

　　"Thank you too, Captain Dunn and everyone in the Nighthawks. If you hadn't been willing to believe me and give me another chance, I'm afraid the Storm Lord's guards would have pushed me directly to the Inquisition."

　　He said it half sincerely and half to please. At the end, he did not forget to imitate the way the Moretti family went to church to pray on weekdays, and added "praise the goddess."

　　"Praise the goddess." Sesima tapped her chest four times, smiled and shook her head, "You don't have to think about the 'Punishers' in such extreme terms. They have just encountered too many similar tragedies, so there are some sensitive."

　　"Also, you just mentioned the next thing I want to say. Although not everyone in the church believes that you will pass the review, His Excellency Saint Anthony still suggested that I give you a chance."

　　Sesima suppressed her smile and said a little seriously:

　　"Cline Moretti, you have acquired abilities far beyond ordinary people in an accident. You have also proved your loyalty to your beliefs and your pursuit of sincerity and beauty. Now are you willing to use this power to join' Nighthawks', to prevent tragedies that may happen again in the future and help more people?"

　　"Crest?"

　　"Your Excellency Sesima?"

　　Dunn was a little surprised, while Leonard looked directly at Sesima with a shocked face.

　　Zhou Mingrui, who also didn't expect the turn of events, opened his mouth, not hiding his inner shock.

　　"Why sir, I mean, of course I am willing to protect more people, but even if I gain such power, I cannot fight like the Nighthawks."

　　After looking at her two colleagues, Sesima took the initiative to explain:

　　"Actually, there are two considerations. One is to protect you. Although the goddess has recognized your piety, your experience of being kidnapped by the cultists in the Southern Continent will still be recorded by many caring people and regarded as a stain on your life. , and may even affect the future lives of you and your family; the other is the path controlled by the church, which is mainly concentrated on the 'Sleepless One' and the 'Corpse Collector'. It is extremely rare, not to mention that you are a Sequence Seven who is a 'divineer' and a 'magician' who has both frontal combat capabilities and auxiliary functions. This is a more utilitarian consideration."

　　Speaking of this, Sesima seemed to take the initiative to make a joke in order to relieve the slightly serious atmosphere.

　　"And I can make the decision for you. If you join the Nighthawks, your initial salary can be paid directly as a full member, which is three pounds a week."

　　A weekly salary of three pounds a week, which should be a very high salary in Loen. I remember that Benson, the brother of Klein Moretti, only had a weekly salary of more than one pound. After working for several years, he has excellent work ability. Employees... Zhou Mingrui frowned slightly and then thought about the more important part.

　　Compared to the high salary, Your Excellency Sesima's suggestion to join the "Nighthawks" is the real benefit. In this way, I can basically avoid most of the troubles that may be caused by the "Punishers" and followers of the True Creator... ....Zhou Mingrui paused.

　　Of course, he may also be a believer in "mystery".

　　"I accept your invitation." He slowly said his decision, "I am happy to contribute my strength."

　　"Very good." Sesima pulled the standing collar over her chin, "Klein, your choice is wise. Next, Dunn will take you through the necessary procedures, and will also arrange for you about the occult and all the 'night watch'. the courses you'll need."

　　He picked up the suitcase at his feet, said a few more words, and then walked out of the room accompanied by Leonard.

　　"It seems that Your Excellency Sesima is very busy." Zhou Mingrui glanced at Leonard who looked back at him from time to time, pretending to be casual.

　　"There are no more than ten senior deacons in the church. Although there are many monks of the same level among the ascetic monks, they tend not to be involved in secular affairs." Dunn patted Zhou Mingrui, and the two of them walked towards the door leading to the ground. Ladder, "The church has churches and 'Nighthawk' teams all over the kingdom. Dangerous incidents occur every day. Once the local team cannot handle it, or the secrets involved in the incident exceed the authority of the team leader, a senior deacon must be Come forward."

　　"Even though Sesima appears to be at ease, he is actually very tired. In half an hour he will leave Tingen and head to another town."

　　The sun in front of him became brighter and brighter, and the long-awaited warmth shone on Zhou Mingrui, dispelling his tension, fear and fatigue in the past three days.

　　"Sesima said you don't have to worry about joining the 'Nighthawks'," Dunn first walked to the front desk alone to wake up the dozing brown-haired girl, chatted with her for a few words, and then carried the girl's cheering voice behind her back. , returned to Zhou Mingrui, "My opinion is that what you need now is to reunite with your family, have a good rest, relax the spirit that has been tortured these days, and think about the future."

　　His hand unconsciously reached his pocket, and when he had already taken out the pipe, he put it back as if he suddenly remembered something.

　　"By the way, your brother and sister are in my office, I almost forgot."

　　Klein Moretti's brother and sister?

　　Zhou Mingrui suddenly raised his spirits and subconsciously took a step back.

　　But Dunn didn't think much about it, and instead interpreted this behavior as panic at being unable to explain his unexplained disappearance for three days. UU read www.uukanshu.net

　　"Don't worry, what I told them is that you and your classmates accidentally discovered evidence that several desperadoes were planning a crime. You have been helping the police solve the case these days."

　　He touched his chin and smiled kindly, "We do have a police identity."

　　Zhou Mingrui looked at Dunn, who was waiting for his response. After a long time, he breathed a sigh of relief and forced a smile.

　　"Thanks."

　　"You're welcome." Dunn looked at him deeply, then walked in front, leading Zhou Mingrui through the partition and towards his office.

　　In just a short distance of twenty meters, even though he already knew that he was facing two ordinary people who were in their forties together and without any extraordinary abilities, Zhou Mingrui felt a feeling that was no less than that of a "mysterious person". The pressure of getting along with God is extremely heavy every step of the way.

　　Finally, he and Dunn arrived at the door of the office, watched as Dunn pushed open the door, and then quickly stepped aside.

　　The girl with black hair and brown eyes flew into Zhou Mingrui's arms, causing him to take a few steps back.

　　After about a few seconds, Zhou Mingrui, who felt a burst of moisture in his chest, came back to his senses and looked down at his arms blankly.

　　He looked at the thin and somewhat pitiful girl with pale cheeks, and his heart felt an inexplicable sting. His trembling hands uncontrollably hugged the thin body, as if the remnant soul of Klein Moretti was coming back to life, and he was talking to her. His family said their final farewells.

　　"You're fine, show off, why are you trying to show off..."

　　Melissa was sobbing and unable to speak a complete sentence. Benson, who was calmer than her, stood under the door frame with thick dark circles under his eyes and nodded.

　　At this moment, Zhou Mingrui suddenly felt that it might be better for him to accept the identity of Klein Moretti.

Chapter 10 Worm

　　"So you lied to me that you were going to visit Quentin in school that day, but actually you went to some 'Evil Dragon Bar'?"

　　On the tram, Melissa held Zhou Mingrui's, or Klein's, hand tightly, her eyes still red.

　　"Klein, mother has always taught us to maintain good moral character, how could you lie to me!"

　　"I'm not, I didn't mean to..." Klein shrank his shoulders in confusion, his eyes wandering wildly.

　　To be honest, although he inherited most of the original Klein Moretti's memories, he really couldn't remember anything about the night they studied the notes.

　　Sister, it's not that I don't want to admit my mistake, but it's really not me who lied to you. I wasn't here that morning... Klein bit his lip and looked at his younger siblings who had been looking at him quietly as if asking for help. Benson.

　　This young man who had suffered the pressure of life too early and had an old face shook his head helplessly and spoke out to persuade:

　　"Melissa, we can discuss the details when we go home. After all, Klein returned to us safely."

　　He observed his sister's expression and glanced at the carriage carriage, which was not crowded, as if unintentionally.

　　"I remember that in the past, even if it only cost two pence, we would rarely choose a tram. Now, thanks to Klein's heroic performance, he was valued by the chief of the police station and got a job with a very generous salary. We don't have to travel in the big city. Walking back in the cold weather in the wind."

　　After listening to her brother's words, Melissa's grip on Klein's hand loosened a little, and her eyes unconsciously glanced towards the relatively tidy interior of the carriage.

　　"I just, just," she wiped her eyes, "I heard that the department Klein is going to join is the Special Operations Department, which involves a lot of secrets. He will definitely deal with more dangerous things in the future."

　　"And although Klein is back, there is still no news about Miss Naya and Mr. Welch. I'm afraid..."

　　Melissa looked up and said, "Klein, didn't you catch that group of criminals?"

　　"Naya and Welch got separated from me at that time. The police...Captain Dunn and the others are still insisting on searching. I believe they will be found."

　　Klein patted Melissa's back gently, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

　　Melissa just reminded him that he was indeed the only one to successfully contain the potion in the ceremony held by the True Creator's followers. So what happened to the two classmates who were originally with Klein?

　　...

　　In a slaughterhouse near the outskirts of Tingen, on the dark red soil, a large number of livestock offal piles were piled up, emitting a disgusting stench. The pig intestines were hung on the iron poles used to collect waste meat, and they were sticky. The blood dropped drop by drop, forming a puddle of black-red mud under the iron rod.

　　Slaughterhouse workers in dark brown uniforms were still working, constantly picking out the hearts and lungs from the cow carcasses that had not completely lost their vitality, and then throwing them aside, causing the large hounds lingering near the waste meat pile to bark in dissatisfaction. Twice.

　　"Louder."

　　His leather gloves were soaked with blood, and he rubbed it twice on the corpse's skin. He turned to look at the hound that suddenly stopped making noises. "Rose Bishop"'s eyes were filled with blood. He looked at the hound that was half a man tall and raised his head. Lift your chin.

　　The crazy barking of dogs drowned out the bleak wind, frightening away the migratory birds standing in the trees.

　　"Ah."

　　"Bishop Rose" smiled a little cruelly, and threw the leather gloves on the ground casually. He looked at his scarlet-stained hands, half licked them and half absorbed them with his own ability without disgust. In a moment, he could no longer look at them. Leave traces.

　　"Bark louder and don't be so fake. If you bark well, I'll give you some extra food." He held down the head of a hound with a smile, and gently dug in the two ear holes with his other hand. Two balls of cotton were taken out from inside.

　　The roars of wild beasts were mixed with the panicked barks of dogs, and "Bishop Rose" could not help but frown, but due to the needs of the mission, he still listened carefully for a while with his unusually developed hearing.

　　It can't be hidden from people who are particularly familiar with livestock, but it probably won't be a problem to cover up the sounds underneath and hide it from the police patrolling nearby and the "mechanical heart" who rarely goes to the suburbs.

　　But it's not safe yet... "Bishop Rose" patted the hound on the head.

　　"Scream a little more fiercely, and don't keep moaning. If you don't scream well, I will stew you tonight."

　　...

　　"Do you really want those stupid dogs above to bark until we repair the spiritual wall?"

　　"I think it would be better for you to seek help from any His Highness or His Excellency the Saint than this stupid method."

　　The gentleman who was constantly smearing the invisible wall with his spirituality had an exaggerated drooping face, and from time to time he would complain to Mr. A who was standing behind him.

　　"Silly dog?" Mr. A, who was writing something in a notebook with a pen, raised his head, and a hint of sarcasm appeared on his slightly stiff and beautiful face, "Not to mention that the followers of heretics and cults may already be in Tingen. A lot of spying has been set up, you can wait until the matter is over and go back and have a good talk about 'Silly Dog' in front of the members of the Antigonus family."

　　"Of course, if you can catch up with this year's celebration, you might be able to have a good talk with His Highness Antigonus on this issue."

　　The god in a bloody robe told a very funny joke in an extremely rigid tone.

　　After a while, the gentleman, who had to stop and take a rest due to excessive spiritual consumption, bared his teeth.

　　"A, although I really don't want to admit it, you have made much progress than before. Don't worry, I will never let you act with those damn 'hunters' again in the future."

　　"The most calm God's messengers among the younger generation of the church have been taught like this. I think they should go directly to commit suicide before the Lord!"

　　He breathed a sigh of relief, took a few steps back to look at his masterpiece, then turned around and said:

　　"It should be almost done, but if you want to calm this guy down completely, you may need to give it another 'blasphemy'."

　　Before the gentleman could finish his words, a pair of giant claws made of smooth tentacles slapped the wall of spirituality, causing ripples in circles.

　　The monster imprisoned in the basement let out a futile, silent roar. Sometimes its body made of insects stretched out and turned into a sea of ​​worms, and sometimes it gathered and collided with the barrier. The silvery-white light flowing on its surface flickered at a high frequency that ordinary people could not bear, as if it was Send a specific signal.

　　The monster collided with him again. The gentleman stared at a milky-white worm that squeezed in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but frown as he watched this slimy piece of flesh entangled with its kind, rising and falling in a quagmire made entirely of worms. eyebrow.

　　"I think I understand somewhat why the false god believers in the Northern Continent hate our three paths."

　　"The appearance of a man covered in bugs after losing control is really disgusting. It always reminds people of maggots emerging from a dead body."

　　"Be careful what you say. As far as I know, the mythical creature of the 'divineer' is not much different from the one in front of you." Mr. A stood side by side with the gentleman.

　　He glanced at the person next to him and said, "Jellie Zaratul, as long as I am willing, what you just said is enough to disqualify you from this year's annual selection."

　　Gentleman - Jerry Zaratul was completely convinced.

　　This colleague of mine is good at everything, but his mouth can never utter human words except when praising the two masters.

　　Obviously he is not a "hunter", nor does he have the purpose of being yin and yang, but he can always make the topic fall silent quickly. You can't say even a little witticism or a joke in front of him, it's so old-fashioned.

　　He rolled his eyes inconspicuously, and just as he was feeling the speed of spiritual recovery in his body, he suddenly felt that his spiritual intuition was touched, and he raised his head suddenly.

　　Without warning, Jerry met the face of the monster in front of him.

　　It was a face with a mixture of female and male features. Under the translucent skin, you could still see the tracks of worms swimming by. The two pairs of dull eyes were also made of worms, and some viscous transparent liquid would leak out from time to time.

　　Suddenly, the monster seemed to feel Jerry's gaze. The two mixed faces suddenly split apart, and a piece of thin thread was pulled out of the transparent face. The worm hidden underneath squirmed quickly like a scurrying worm, and it even had dull eyes. Many spirits, through the monster's own terrifying talent for mimicry, reproduced Naya and Welch's frightened or crazy looks.

　　For a moment, Jerry, who knew that the two of them were already dead, almost thought that they had come back to life.

　　He couldn't help but take a step back.

　　"It seems that the success of the ceremony left something special for this beast." Mr. A looked seriously at the two pairs of eyes showing different emotions, and silently raised his hand to draw a cross on his chest.

　　"You mean that even if they are completely out of control, their thoughts are not completely dead?" Jerry frowned.

　　"perhaps."

　　"Heh, it seems that our beloved, Mr. Moretti, has suffered a lot." He laughed dryly, quickly averted his eyes, and walked towards the table where Mr. A was writing and drawing in his notes.

　　"So when will the next divine descending be held? The main force of the storm and night has not yet come, and Crestel Sesima has also happened to leave Tingen. We..."

　　"Wait." Mr. A's eyes were filled with evil blood, and his skin was dyed purple and black. He used the power of "demon" to stare at the monster in the prison and returned to the corner. "Let this monster stimulate the 'Nighthawk' first. They thought the incident was over and waited for the witches to make their move."

　　"Don't tell me that we have to cooperate with those psychopathic, neither male nor female guys." A trace of disgust flashed across Jerry's face.

　　"The evil spirits who spread pain and disease are not worthy of discussing and cooperating with the Lord. They have betrayed the Creator's 'fallen nature' and bear the sins of all living beings." Mr. A's expression was solemn, "Our task is to wait for the witch to attract their attention. Then he will hold a divine surrender, and then wipe out all the evil god believers and heretics in this land."

　　But if you do this accidentally, Tingen will become a dead city... Jerry licked his upper lip, hesitated for only a moment, and then returned to his carefree look.

　　"Okay, it's all up to you."

　　...

　　Backlund, West End.

　　The luxurious carriage slowed down slowly and stopped steadily in front of Viscount Hunter's mansion. The polite servant stepped forward quickly, opened the small door of the carriage and placed the pedals.

　　Forsi, who was wearing his most formal attire, swallowed and took deep breaths to try to stop his pounding heart.

　　If he wasn't just a big shot, how could there be anyone in the church who was bigger than Mr. Fool... and bigger than the Lord?

　　It's impossible for the angels stationed in the Southern Continent to airborne. You can do it... Forsi gave himself a breath first, then looked at the elegantly designed symmetrical style house covered in crimson moonlight, and looked at the house next to him. The waiter nodded slightly.

　　"Please lead the way."

　　The waiter with an expressionless expression like a doll did not answer, but walked silently half a body ahead of Forsi, taking the lady all the way to the study room belonging to Viscount Hunter on the second floor of the main house.

　　"Mr. Viscount, Miss Forsi is here." After receiving the response, the waiter pushed open a crack in the door that was large enough for Forsi to pass through.

　　Forsi's breathing was uncontrollable again. While crazily recalling the noble social tips that Hugh had sponsored before he came, he squeezed in through the crack in the door.

　　The study room, which is consistent with the exterior design style of the house, does not have many luxurious decorations, but it can still be seen from the decorations and paintings dotted on both sides of the bookshelves that a large amount of money was spent on decorating the study room.

　　In the center of the study, a young lady with an exquisite face wearing a black palace dress was standing quietly beside the old man, her azure eyes reflecting the dark green dress on Forsi's body.

　　Forsi knew this young lady who had an outstanding appearance and was even a little too beautiful to be true. She should be the only granddaughter of Viscount Hunter. The reason why I use the word should is because this young lady should not have appeared here, and the main lady should not have appeared here. The position was not the Viscount Hunter that Forsi had seen in the newspaper. UU reading www.uukanshu.net

　　The old man with a thick white beard smiled kindly and pointed at the seat that appeared out of thin air behind Forsi.

　　"Please take a seat, Miss Fors."

　　His dark eyes were like lightless pools, incompatible with the expensive formal clothes he was wearing, as if he should have been wearing a robe from an ancient story instead of a more fashionable formal suit.

　　"Thank you." Forsi suddenly felt that she had suddenly calmed down. While she was able to think again, she had to face the doubts that piqued her interest. "Excuse me, who are you?"

　　But as soon as she finished asking the question, Forsi felt a pang of regret. She glanced carefully at "Miss Hunter" who was standing next to the old man. After not seeing anything from that beautiful but cold face, she hurriedly said:

　　"I mean, I..."

　　"Zarath, you can call me Zaratul." The old man interrupted her and said abruptly.

　　clatter.

　　Forsi, who was sitting in the chair, trembled greatly.

　　The surname Zaratul is actually not that uncommon. At least among the believers of the "God of Mystery" she is familiar with, there is Zaratul. Proud to be a member of the Angel family.

　　But what Forsi has heard is that all people related to Zaratul have names, and no one dares to be so arrogant as to call themselves by their last names only.

　　Unless... She stood up suddenly and said respectfully as if she were standing on the gray mist:

　　"Your Highness."

　　"Don't be so nervous, I'm just an old man." Zaratul, who was behind the desk, waved his hand, first turned to motion for his "granddaughter" to sit down, and then continued, "I just want to know about the dream you mentioned about the Lord. ', as for the rest, just treat yourself as a real guest."

Chapter 11 Strange

　　"Um..."

　　After listening to Forsi's report, Charla's eyes were slightly drowsy like a real old man, and his fingers on the table were tapping rhythmically. After a long while, he continued:

　　"It is indeed the Lord you have seen."

　　He opened his eyes, showing no emotion, "I will personally report the return of the Lord to the church and the Creator. As for the rest, since the Lord has chosen you to participate in the Council before God and chosen you as His new favored one, you only need to obey. That's good."

　　"This is a great honor." Zaratul raised his hand gently, and the air surrounding Forsi suddenly twisted. Various colors were stripped out of the invisible light in the air, forming a ray of pure light. Angel image.

　　The shadow only stagnated for a second and then came to life. He turned to look at Zaratul and stared at the angel for two seconds before opening the complex wings on his back and throwing himself into Forsi's body.

　　For a moment, Forsi, who had no idea what was going on, even before she came out of her trance, felt that her vision suddenly became much clearer, her spirituality also increased a lot, and there were more things she couldn't tell. Feel.

　　"You were promoted using the characteristics left by Abraham."

　　"Yes." Forsi on the round stool rubbed his eyes, "I inherited the characteristics of a member of the Abraham family. For this reason, I can only pray to His Highness Ambrosius every time the moon is full. I will be tortured by the full moon's gibbering."

　　"It won't be necessary in the future." Zaratul said calmly.

　　He glanced up and down at Forsi, confirming that even after pulling out the historical projection, he could no longer find traces of the "Planeswalker" blessing, and then waved his hand.

　　"you can go now."

　　"Your Highness..." Forsi, who was suddenly ordered to be kicked out, stood up in a hurry. She raised her head and froze in place before she could finish the honorific.

　　The door of the main house was open, and from time to time, you could hear the whistle of the wind blowing through the canopy of the trees in the garden. The polite waiter looked at her expressionlessly and bowed slightly.

　　...

　　"I kind of miss the sunshine on the Serenzo River. There's not so much going on in Trier."

　　The guests had left, and Zaratul returned to the appearance of Viscount Hunter. His face in his fifties was well maintained, with not many wrinkles visible.

　　He touched his beardless chin, turned his head to the side and asked:

　　"Do you plan to stay in Backlund or go to Trier with the young master of the Chamber family?"

　　"Are you going to give up this identity?" Miss Hunter blinked, her delicate face still calm.

　　"Perhaps," Viscount Hunter sighed with a smile. "Since His Majesty's death, the city of Backlund has not welcomed me. This time I can have thirty years here to let me recall my boyhood. It's a gift from the Lord."

　　"I have a hunch that the news of the Lord's resurrection will spread throughout the star realm soon, and the big shots above will know about it. They will be more wary of us and the Rose School of Thought..."

　　Viscount Hunter glanced at his little granddaughter, "Although the Rose School split and you were still very young when the Highland Kingdom's capital was breached, many people will still remember your identity. You are no longer suitable to stay in Backlund." "

　　I don't know whether it's because he is playing the role of Viscount Hunter, or because more than ten years of upbringing has made this angel made of bugs more humane. His tone at this time at least sounds like he reveals a lot of true feelings.

　　"This is your chance too."

　　...

　　"Good morning, Mr. Neal."

　　Klein, who had just entered the room from the outside, still had a chill on his clothes. He patted the dust he encountered outside before sitting down opposite Old Neil.

　　"Good morning, young 'Magician'," Old Neil gave him a narrow look, "It's not a good sign for a young man to be lazy when he officially goes to work the next day."

　　"I heard that in 'Soothsayer', potions will focus on strengthening physical fitness starting from sequence eight. How have you been resting recently?"

　　"As you said, I'm recovering well." Klein moved his wrist and flexibly flicked a greeting card from his cuff, proving that he was recovering well.

　　Old Neil squinted at his smooth movements and silently took a sip of coffee.

　　"Today Dunn also asked me to teach you how to use extraordinary abilities. Now it seems that I am still useful only to spread common knowledge about extraordinary and international situations to you."

　　Although it was just a small trick that did not use much extraordinary power, Old Neil could tell that Klein had good control over his own abilities, but was not very proficient at most.

　　"No, there are still many things I don't understand." Klein was modest for a moment before revealing the problem that had been troubling him. "Mr. Neil, actually, I suddenly learned how to use the magician's ability. It's like the knowledge was poured directly into my mind... When I was kidnapped by the cultists in the Southern Continent, one of them seemed to want to kill me. It was at that time that I was used Extraordinary ability."

　　When he came to the Blackthorn Security Company for a formal report yesterday, he accidentally learned that the "Punisher" who had once had a relationship with him had died in that conflict, and the Church of Storms did not know what happened to him in the end. What? I heard that it seems that because the spirit body has been annihilated, no more information can be obtained through channeling.

　　"Don't worry." Old Neil's cloudy eyes were dimly illuminated, "At least I'm looking at you with my spiritual vision now, and I don't find any signs of losing control. When I'm chatting with you, I don't feel how anti-human you are. , there is no problem with your condition."

　　"If you are really worried about your condition, think about swearing to a sacred object. If you have signs of losing control, you will not be able to successfully pass the oath, and the potion itself contains a lot of extraordinary knowledge. You may not be able to pass the oath smoothly. You know, a born extraordinary person..."

　　"A born Extraordinary?" Klein was a little surprised.

　　Old Neil glanced at him lightly, his eyes full of smiles.

　　"Hey, young man, where do you think the magic potion comes from? Under normal circumstances, the source of the magic potion is nothing more than the corresponding extraordinary creature. Since there are all extraordinary creatures, then humans are also a kind of creature, why can't they have A born extraordinary?"

　　He pointed to the door where Klein came in just now, and motioned for him to go out with him.

　　"You are very similar to those born Extraordinaries who inherited extraordinary powers from their parents. They can treat the use of extraordinary power as their instinct. You may still need to adapt, but it will definitely not be too different."

　　Klein digested the knowledge thrown out by Old Neil and let out a long hum.

　　"Mr. Neil, I understand, where are we going next?"

　　Old Neil, who was walking on the corridor, rubbed his wrist, took out today's newspaper from his robe, and handed it to Klein.

　　"Let's go to the archives, but first you read today's newspaper and tell me what information you found."

　　The first lesson after joining the "Nighthawks" was to read the newspaper... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and casually opened the headline page of the newspaper. A giant battleship and a condemnation spelled out in black and white characters were clearly reflected. into his eyes.

　　This is... His eyes gradually became serious.

　　Based on the memories inherited from his original body, he probably has a certain understanding of the basic structure of this world. Although many details are still vague, he can be sure that in the memories he inherited, there has never been such a thing as an ironclad ship. Not to mention the exaggerated main gun deployed on the ironclad ship, occupying half of the front deck, which had never appeared in his original world!

　　"The Royal Government Strongly Condemns the Premeditated Attack by Barbarians in the Southern Continent"... Klein looked at the newspaper headline again, and then read the following carefully.

　　Just a few days after he was put in the solitary room, another terrorist attack similar to his happened in the Kingdom of Loen. The next day, King George III publicly expressed his and the government's disapproval of the barbaric behavior in the southern continent in parliament. Strongly dissatisfied, and announced that it would send the newly formed ironclad fleet to the distant seas along the coast of the southern continent to deter the Trunsoest Second Empire, which intended to provoke war again.

　　This act even won unanimous support from the Northern Continent, except for Lundberg and Ma Xi... Klein took a breath.

　　"How's it going? What did you see?" Old Neil had already finished his shift with Bright, who was on duty yesterday, and was sitting on a chair with a few books.

　　"Are the Kingdom and the Southern Continent going to war again?" Klein asked uncertainly as he rummaged through the vague memories in his mind.

　　Old Neil chuckled and said, "You are overthinking. I just want you to see, as an official organization, which enemies we have, or in other words, which enemies are the most obvious."

　　"Of course, I am not willing to regard ordinary people or extraordinary people who are not from my own country as my enemies." Old Neil smacked his mouth, with a hint of helplessness in his cloudy red eyes, "But those magicians in the Southern Continent ', 'Faceless Man', and many extraordinary people with evil abilities can easily create extraordinary events, which we have to pay attention to."

　　Old Neil opened a book he had just taken off the bookshelf, followed the catalog to the section about the Southern Continent, and pointed it out to Klein.

　　"Like 'Faceless Men', which is your next sequence, they can change into others at will, which is why Fry and the others were so nervous when they first saw you; and 'Bishop Rose' and 'Shepherd' ', the mid-level of the 'Secret Prayer' path, they can devour flesh and blood and burrow into people's bodies. Several large-scale self-destruction attacks in recent years are basically their work."

　　In sequence six of "Soothsayer", is that clown the "faceless man"?

　　Klein digested the newly acquired knowledge and asked thoughtfully, "Mr. Neil, can you tell us more about the Southern Continent, I mean the True Creator and the Trunsoest Empire ruled by Him?"

　　Old Neil gave him a strange look, paused for a while, and then continued:

　　"The kingdom's blockade of information related to the Trunsoest Empire is indeed very strict, let alone extraordinary level matters. In short, with your current level of confidentiality, you can only know that the true creator is an evil god that existed in the Fourth Age. And the Trunsoest Empire..."

　　Old Neil thought about it carefully and did not recite the official statement. Instead, he used his own understanding to speak:

　　"Trunsoest is an empire that existed in the Fourth Age. It is said that the ruler of the empire was also a true god, but this true god died in the battle against the evil god, and his descendants were threatened by the true creator. He was forced to become a puppet, splitting the territory of the original Trunsoest Empire, and laying the foundation for the nearly thousand years of war between the northern and southern continents."

　　Klein put his hands under the table into fists and lowered his voice.

　　"But I heard that there is a 'mysterious god' in the southern continent, and the Trunsoest royal family's belief is now in the true creator."

　　"Did you listen to what the cultists said when you were kidnapped?" Old Neil suddenly straightened his body, stood up from his seat, and looked around carefully before sitting down.

　　He didn't look at Klein, but stared at the record about the "divineer" path near the footer of the open book on the table, his voice dull.

　　"There is indeed such an evil god, but not everyone, not even the official Beyonders, know of his existence. Generally speaking, only those at the level of regional captain are likely to know his name."

　　As he spoke, Old Neil took a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face again, "But don't worry too much, this evil god basically only exists in the fantasies of the cultists in the Southern Continent now, and the relationship between him and Trunsoest Like the dead emperor, he has disappeared for at least a thousand years."

　　I hope He really only exists in fantasy... Klein calmly let go of his hands, UU Reading www.uｕkanshu.net a little regretful.

　　It seems that even within the church, the existence of the "God of Mystery" is something that is trying its best to conceal... But, why?

　　Klein recalled the various behaviors of the followers of the True Creator and constantly compared them with the members of the church. He found that the knowledge possessed by the extraordinary people of the two groups, who were also non-high-level people, was not at the same level at all.

　　The countries and churches in the Northern Continent seemed to be deliberately obscuring the existence of Extraordinary. Klein even suspected that if it weren't for the obvious threat of the Southern Continent, the government might even completely hide Extraordinary.

　　However, without the actual situation of society in the Southern Continent for comparison, it was difficult for him to draw conclusions.

　　"Mr. Neil, I think we need to face more than just these two evil gods." Klein controlled his expression and carefully blocked out the thoughts in his heart.

　　"Of course," Old Neil said like a treasure trove, "there are also the 'Hidden Sage', the 'Original Witch', the 'Dark Side of the Universe', etc. You will find in the future that most of the extraordinary cases we handle are related to these few It is related to an old acquaintance. Although their honorable names are taboo, they are still secretly spread by cultists. There are always some ordinary people who are interested in occult science who cannot resist the temptation and cause a lot of problems."

　　The honorable names of other evil gods can be known by ordinary people, but the "God of Mystery" is a name that even most church members have never heard of... Klein nodded.

　　But he soon had another question.

　　Why did Old Neil know the name of the "God of Mystery" and also knew that He had been separated from reality and disappeared for more than a thousand years.

　　Klein noticed that the word Old Neil just used was "disappear" instead of "death" when describing Emperor Trunsoest.

　　Where did he know this?