As the final payments from the several transactions just finalized began to arrive, in addition to the 4,000 pounds that Miss Justice promised to deliver before tomorrow night, other gold pounds, gems, and even spiritual materials were all stacked on the long bronze table.
Boom!
The door symbolizing the gift was closed, and the brooch-shaped sealed object corresponding to the "Interrogator" and the dark red radiance of the "Hunter" characteristics disappeared, leaving only a faint orange-red color.
Above the everlasting gray fog, two young men with similar faces and soft features stared at each other silently. After a long time, the one sitting at the bottom of the long table took off his hat, which cast a shadow on his face.
Hood, his voice did not match the frosty expression on his face, and he said in a calm voice:
"Are you really an ally of the True Creator? Are you still?"
"Secret", as indifferent as ever, as indifferent as a robot, nodded without any concealment, his pure black eyes without any emotion, as if this matter should be taken for granted.
Why?
Klein really wanted to ask his so-called half-body. If the other person was really him, then how could he form an alliance with the synonymous with chaos and blood, just because the other person was part of the creator?
He struggled and spent a lot of effort to squeeze out those ordinary words from his lips.
"Why?"
Unexpectedly, the always cold "Secret" laughed. His body trembled and he tried his best to suppress his laughter, as if he heard something extremely funny.
After a few seconds, he regained his composure. The corners of his mouth still had an upward curve, and he asked calmly:
"Why do you think Silver City still insists on believing in the great Creator even after thousands of years?"
"Why do you think the elves came out of the ocean?"
"Why were the giants' human slaves liberated?"
"Why is the dragon no longer something that every household must guard against?"
"When did demons, wolves and vampires withdraw from the stage of history, leaving only specious horror legends?"
Even though "Mysterious"'s tone didn't fluctuate, and even though he had always maintained a gentle and gentle demeanor, Klein still felt an aggressive feeling, feeling that the emotions underneath him were being suppressed in his throat, making it difficult to shout out.
"Because, because the Creator led mankind to defeat the extraordinary races and ancient gods that once ruled mankind?" Klein frowned slightly, a little unsure, and said timidly.
He did not use the sayings that the church usually preached, but used the myths and legends he got from the "sun" in the general courses of Silver City - the creator launched a crusade against the usurper of authority, and in the darkness that never had light, the sun was the first
Once it rises, the dawn of mankind has arrived.
After several exchanges with "The Sun", Klein has probably determined the authenticity of this, but there is a lack of evidence from other channels. After all, nothing related to it seems to have been found in the northern and southern continents.
After a short silence, "Secret" nodded, his lips slightly opened, and he hung there for a long time, but still didn't say anything. He half-sighed and half-smiled:
"It's roughly like this. In that era of strife, the former Creator was indeed one of the few hopes for mankind."
"And He has always been a loyal watcher of human civilization. Even if he is now polluted like this, He has always maintained restraint and forbearance. You would not really think that there is an existence that surpasses most true gods.
Will it only cause this little damage?"
"This?" Klein's tone suddenly rose, his upper body leaned forward, his brows knitted together, and the muscles on his face jumped with the ups and downs of his emotions.
In front of his eyes, Megaos was tainted by the offspring of the evil god in her belly and gradually turned into a bloody monster. She was deprived of the ability to think independently, her body was turned into a nursery, and she even lost her ability to die as a human being.
power, isn’t this the greatest insult?
"This is just the most common influence. If a radiation source is placed there, as long as there are interested people, it will always be exploited." "Secret" nodded calmly and explained patiently, "The truth is already doing its best to
By curbing the madness in his body, his impact on reality has been minimized, but you cannot expect a crippled god to be able to cover everything and remain rational at all times. He will always be caught and exploited."
Klein lowered his head and listened blankly to the "mysterious" words. His whole body was stiff, like a cold sculpture. The clues he had seen not long ago emerged from forgotten corners, squeezing his thoughts.
Ability, until "Secret" stopped talking, he suddenly said something.
"So, why is he crazy? Is it really like what you wrote in your diary that he was dismembered by his subordinates and the so-called three gods now?"
Judging from the information he obtained from different channels, the Eternal Fierce Sun, the Lord of Storms, the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, may be the angel who once served under the Creator, and Klein obtained the "pure white" after divination of the Eternal Fierce Sun.
The word "angel" may be his former title.
"Although the truth is very complicated, the three gods did cut him into pieces and stole his authority, making it impossible for him to complete the process of purifying himself. The remaining emotions and memories deteriorated into what they are now."
"Originally, during the Solomon Empire, there was still a chance for Zhen Zhen to regain a certain degree of sanity, at least not to have convulsions from time to time like it is now. However, for their own benefit, the three gods joined forces with Tudor and Terun during times of internal and external troubles.
Sost, completely destroyed the true church, causing it to lose the most important anchor that could save itself, and had to completely slide into the abyss of madness."
It seemed that he had touched on the secrets of the past, and it seemed that this was the past that the "Secret" was concerned about and did not want to be recalled. He unknowingly switched to Chinese when narrating, and his speaking speed became a little faster.
"Anchor?" Klein chewed on this word that he had heard several times before and wondered.
He also changed to Chinese.
He now wants to find out the reasons for all the tragedies more than what happened in the past.
On both sides of the long bronze table, at some point, the two people had changed back to their usual clothes, formal suits and coats that symbolized modernity, and robes that symbolized history. "Mysterious" silently looked at Klein's eyes, and a question appeared in his eyes.
There was a touch of golden light that was not easy to detect.
After two seconds of silence, he determined something and then said with a slight tangle:
"This is one of the foundations for gods to maintain their sanity. Just like the acting method, extraordinary people need to 'digest' and 'act', but gods who have gained divinity can no longer use this most basic method to stabilize themselves."
"Don't forget that the extraordinary world is always chaotic and crazy. In this regard, everyone is equal. For any living being, this kind of madness is an existence that has been chasing itself since birth. As long as it is caught up by him, everything will be lost.
Gone."
It was still in Chinese, and the "mysterious" voice was still calm, but one could already hear a bit of the youthful voice of the past, the voice that Klein was most familiar with, Zhou Mingrui's voice from his college days.
"As for the true meaning of the anchor, that is what I have said before. Any god who leaves civilization is just a puppet of authority. The anchor is the believer, the cornerstone of civilization, and the meaning of a god's existence."
"Secret"'s voice was sonorous and powerful, as if he was interpreting some truth. He paused, his pure black eyes were brighter than ever before, and he said stubbornly like a child:
"In order to survive, gods should do whatever it takes. This is the meaning of their existence."
Why did He suddenly become serious... Klein, who was originally feeling stuffy about the alliance between the True Creator and his own half, suddenly felt that he had lost the reason to continue questioning, and he didn't know where the anger in his heart was vented.
Although the words "Secret" just said are relatively euphemistic, looking at them aside from rhetoric, they are just saying that the gods should pay for the anchor. In a sense, this is the same as the "country is" of a comic character on the earth.
"My Lover" has the same purpose but different approaches.
Klein sighed, feeling the spiritual emptiness, and was ready to end it.
He was just about to spread his spirituality, but then he remembered that he hadn't said goodbye to the "mystery" yet.
He looked into "Secret's" eyes that had returned to dullness, and looked at his former appearance. He held it in for a long time, but did not say that simple goodbye. Faced with the questioning meaning in the other person's eyes, he could only smile stiffly.
Suddenly an idea flashed through his mind, and he hurriedly spoke as if he were normal, trying to cover up what he had just thought.
"When can I encounter historical relics or information about the Third Age?"
"Secret" was stunned, as if he did not expect that Klein would ask such a question. There was a trace of fluctuation on his indifferent face, and his pure black eyes flashed with smart light, and he smiled faintly:
"soon."
Immediately, spirituality exploded, a deep red flashed, and Klein's spirit body returned to reality.
He lay flat on his back on the not-so-large bed in the apartment, staring blankly at the spots on the ceiling. He reached for the pocket watch in his left breast pocket with his right hand and opened it gently.
The exaggerated golden watch cover reflects the scattered sunlight penetrating the clouds, and the thick and thin hands tick, symbolizing the passage of time.
"It's already four o'clock..." His left hand, which was holding the pocket watch, dropped and made a wrinkle on the quilt. His left hand was groping randomly and touched the coldness of the human skin mask.
Klein's original plan was to take a rest after the Tarot session and then meet with Ian again, but now he can only bear the exhaustion caused by spiritual emptiness and go in poor condition to finalize the still-undetermined employment commission.
"I shouldn't have come down in a hurry just now. Mr. 'The Hanged Man''s gold pound was still on the gray fog." Klein, who had already put his left hand on the door handle, complained about his negligence and had to step back and not leave the apartment.
He took out the spiritual materials he had hoarded in a place that was too obvious, held a silver dagger in his hand, poured out his spiritual energy, and skillfully created a spiritual wall.
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
"The great master who must be farther and farther away."
"Rooted in the ancient mystical gods."
...
Fighting against the inexplicable shame, Klein silently recited the name of "Mysterious". Sure enough, within a few seconds, the candle symbolizing the god suddenly expanded, and a door of blessing emerged from the gray mist that appeared at an unknown time.
False and true.
The quaint door opened slowly, and stacks of carefully placed banknotes flew out of the door, surrounded by gems and various materials, and landed steadily in front of Klein.
Looking at everything in front of him, he put down his clasped hands and picked up the gold pounds on the ground.
Suddenly, his movements froze, he raised his head slightly, looked at the still expanding illusory flames, twitched the corner of his mouth, put his fallen arm on his chest again, and bowed stiffly.
"Praise for 'Mystery'."
call!
The illusive blue flame trembled and expanded again, almost reaching the ceiling.
For some reason, Klein actually saw a trace of displeasure in this flame that had no facial features.
He was stunned for two seconds, and then whispered uncertainly:
"Praise the fool?"
Silently, the flames went out without warning.
What's going on? Isn't "The Fool" my code name? Klein looked at the half-missed candle with confusion, frowned and cleaned up the mess on the floor.
............
"Good afternoon, shall we go to the Brave Bar now, or after dinner?" With the help of the "Joker" ability, Klein, who silently approached from behind Ian like a big cat, held a paper cup in his hand with a gentle voice.
.
"Mr. Moriarty!" Ian, who was protecting the shabby cloth bag at his waist with his left hand, was startled. He suppressed his emotions and protested in a low voice, "Please don't do this next time. I almost had an accident just now."
Klein, who transformed into brown hair and blue eyes, smiled gently and shrugged, indicating that he heard it.
Didn't I say hello like this just because I knew you couldn't shoot... He cleared his throat and repeated again:
"So go to the Brave Bar first or eat first. If you go to eat first, I will give you the gold pound directly."
"Gold pounds?" Ian, who was adjusting his round felt hat, was startled and raised his head silently, with obvious doubts in his bright red eyes.
After all, he has never seen an employer give him money for no reason.
No wonder the captain and Benson always touch their foreheads... After passing through the human skin mask disguise, his hairline has become higher. Klein, who felt a little cold on his forehead, touched the brown hair at the front and looked at Yi.
Well, explained directly:
"This is your previous employment fee. I found some old friends this morning and sold some of my previous things. Do you remember what I said?"
"This is 5% of the transaction price. Remember to keep it."
As he spoke, Klein handed Ian a stack of five-pound bills, mixed with old and new ones.
"This, this is too much!" Ian, who had never thought that he would actually receive 5%, just regarded this as a casual joke, stepped back, and his first reaction was rejection.
He used to be able to get a pound from Detective Zerrell which was pretty good!
In the end, after much evasion, Ian accepted the 20 pounds in cash, and he didn't want the rest no matter what.
Klein looked at this big boy who had been blunted by the past and was suspicious and afraid of any good intentions, and sighed secretly.
He glanced at a restaurant across the road, matched with Sherlock Moriarty's mature face, patted Ian's shoulder casually, and raised his lips quietly on the side of his face.