"I have a hunch that this key will become your key to facing danger in the future."
Gray mist floated under the palace dome. Mystery's elbows were resting on the armrests of the high-backed chair where The Fool was, and his eyes were blurred as he stared into the distance. The crimson stars flickered suddenly, but it was difficult to attract his gaze.
"Hey, what a breathtaking statement!"
"If each of them had the awareness to risk everything, the courage to take risks, and each of them were like a saint, then we would have been invincible long ago!"
At the bottom of the long bronze table, in the "World" position, a green and black figure was slumped on a stone chair with his back stretched out, and there was a golden light shining in the socket of his right eye.
"Zhou Mingrui, do you believe this?"
He held a slender stick between his fingers that were connected with each other, and gently sucked it at the position where his lips should be, and blew out a puff of smoke.
"Am I wrong?" "Mysterious" frowned, his eyes still unfocused, "If we can choose the optimal solution instead of continuing meaningless internal friction, maybe we can really find a way to break the situation."
The crimson stars flashing next to the upper position became more frequent, and the hazy light shone on "Secret's" cheeks, dyeing them crimson.
"Then how come you are like this now? As the first angel to master the source of essence, you have only now been able to tolerate uniqueness and have not truly been promoted to god?"
The black and blue figure moved his limbs, and the surrounding gray mist defied gravity and gathered toward him, condensing into the shape of a robe.
He waved his wide gray-white sleeves, and the corners of his mouth with blurred features were faintly smiling.
"There's a saying, you don't actually have to become a god yourself, do you?"
If His seemingly unintentional words pierced the heart of "Secret", there was a moment of silence in the magnificent giant palace.
"You're right, we just need someone to be the 'Lord of Mysteries'. That person may not be me, but it definitely can't be you."
"Secret" took a long breath, raised his chin firmly, and his chest rose and fell.
"Why can't it be me?" The blue-black figure really didn't understand the reason behind it. He slowly exhaled the final smoke and waved his hand in front of him.
"We have been together for so long, haven't you figured out my temper? I don't care about those little things on the ground at all."
"Secret" stared at him silently, his sharp gaze making him feel a little guilty.
"Okay, okay, I admit that sometimes I do tease a few little guys, but there are only a few who unfortunately die in my jokes, not even as many as when they fight among themselves."
The gray-white wide sleeves were waved lazily, and the blue-black figure stretched his hands in an exaggerated manner, making an innocent movement.
Seeing that "Secret" did not continue to answer, he paused and took the initiative to pick up the topic.
"Then tell me, if you don't take this position, I can't continue to do my job, so who is qualified?"
"Your little nephew? The dreamer named by half-hearted God? Or..."
The blue-black figure's voice suddenly became low, and his whole aura suddenly changed. The spirituality around him surged, ebbing and flowing with his tone.
"Or Zaratul?"
The crimson stars flashing beside the long bronze table finally exploded, revealing a three-headed dragon crawling in a half-ruined temple. From the faint light brought by lightning in the distance, one could see the distortions engraved on the floor tiles.
Lines and Pupilless Eyes, and even further, a wonderful architectural style that is similar to elven architecture, but with many more precise details.
"Great Lord, I pray for your blessing, and your servant Loholid prays to continue to dedicate his strength to you..."
The voices of three giant dragons echoed in the palace. "Secret" stared at the gray robe opposite with some golden lines, which was gradually being soaked in the dark figure, and said in a calm voice:
"Look for the remaining survivors, spread my name, and I will protect you from the taint of truth."
The peaceful words were wrapped in spirituality, and following the attraction of the crimson stars, they were thrown into the illusory picture.
Roholid, who was kneeling devoutly in the ruined temple, was visibly trembling, and the head with the youngest appearance even shed tears of excitement.
"Little Zaratul, what qualifications does he have to participate in the battle for the ownership of Origin Castle?"
"Secret" no longer cared about the next reaction of the three giant dragons. His bloodless lips opened slightly and his voice was much lower.
After he fell asleep, little Zaratul used Russell, who was inexperienced in the world, to steal the notes made by Antigonus before surrendering from the Church of Steam, and smeared them on Mount Honakis, relying on
The loophole created by the spiritual brand in Tianzun Diamond's extraordinary characteristics barely managed to steal a copy of the sequence one characteristics and was successfully promoted.
As a result, it took him more than two hundred years to stabilize his state, and was infiltrated into a sieve by Tianzun... "Secret" looked at Tianzun who didn't know which persona to use to talk to him now, and he was happy
He sneered.
"So your choice is your little nephew? It can't be the one that has been grasped by the corrupt, right?"
Tianzun, who was wearing a black robe with gold patterns all over his body and banging his cigarette on the table with his right hand, nodded. His face, which could only be seen clearly through a monocle with a blurry outline, pointed at "Secret".
"They are not suitable." "Mystery" rejected Tianzun's question, not only to confirm, but also to convince himself, "Amon has a natural disadvantage in the situation against you, and Bethel is basically desperate now.
state......"
The corners of Tianzun's mouth raised slightly.
"Then you mean to leave the 'half body' left to you by Origin Castle?"
He gently patted the armrest of the "World" chair.
The "Secret" sitting at the top was stunned for a moment, his eyes subconsciously cast downwards, and his vision was connected to his moving clone in reality.
At the heart of Klein's spirit body, a curled-up worm slowly stretched its body. It turned its head spiritually and saw the colors of the outside world clearly through Klein's perspective.
A very large museum was standing in front of him. His swaying eyes kept resting on a promotional poster and a notice board nearby. It seemed that Klein was reading the announcement of the museum's recent activities.
"He's not mature enough... I didn't realize before that I was such an immature person..." "Secret" hesitated.
He has no need to hide it. Although it seems to be a question-and-answer method, the two of them are very familiar with each other's thoughts. The strong spiritual entanglement between them almost makes the two think alike. Now this formalized communication
, as for "Mystery" itself, it is better to say that it is sorting out its thoughts.
"In that case, none of the candidates meet your standards, why don't you take the job yourself?"
Changing to a position that didn't mean anything to him, but seemed more comfortable, Tianzun's tone of voice became much higher.
He welcomed the realization of the "secret" without fear, and the curve of his mouth became more and more exaggerated.
Ha... "Secret" gently lowered his raised hand, and the pitch-black figure entrenched on "The World"'s seat suddenly exploded, with wisps of blue and black and large groups of gray and white scattered.
Under the dome where the mist rolled, the stillness returned to silence. Mysterious' body immediately relaxed and he leaned lightly on the cold chair behind him.
Although the endless chatter of Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun in my mind continued, my eyes were finally clearer.
He is going to sleep again.
............
"From nine o'clock in the morning to six o'clock in the afternoon, this exhibition is a touring exhibition in Loen, Intis, Lundborg and other countries. It will only stay in one city for three days..."
Klein read the enlarged words on the notice and raised the cane in his hand thoughtfully.
Ever since the last Extraordinary gathering held at the medical school, he had been thinking about the Emperor Russell exhibition.
If these posters and publicity do not exaggerate the facts, then I will have the opportunity to obtain a lot of Russell's diaries, and possibly see some of his "original" wonderful inventions.
Well, the latter is probably useless, but the former, what if there is a treasure here?
Anyway, except for myself, few people should be able to understand Russell's diary anymore. Although the Church of Steam may have mastered a large amount of Russell's inheritance, they probably failed to obtain the information hidden in the diary due to their inability to translate it into Chinese.
the value of.
After all, unlike Rune, Fusac, even the ancient Hermes and Ancient Fusac, which have mystical power, are similar to the English we have over there. They are all pinyin scripts, unlike Chinese.
Hieroglyphics are almost impossible to decipher without any basis.
Klein thought about the probability that he could miss something from the exhibition, and explored the layout of the museum in the order of visits.
This is the largest natural museum in the Loen Kingdom. Even now when the Russell Exhibition is not held, a large number of precious artworks from the North and South Continents are displayed, and there are even many sculptures and paintings left over from the Quaternary Period.
However, there are more antiques from the southern continent and offshore island civilizations here, while those from Loen's own country are scarce.
I heard that most of Loen's country's antiquities collections are in the hands of the great nobles and wealthy people. The cultural relics preserved in their foundations and various archaeological organizations controlled by them are no less than the museum's collections, or even more.
As he walked, Klein's eyes suddenly stopped in front of a display case of a gold artwork.
Through the barrier of glass, he examined the bracelet with fine patterns carved on its surface. Under the conditioned reflex developed over many years as a history student, he subconsciously translated the Elvish words engraved on the inside of the bracelet into
Learned the Loen language.
"Storm and thunder are nowhere near the distance separated by time itself."
He looked at the mark on the side, his brows quickly furrowed and then calmed down.
The text above states that this is a funerary object unearthed from an elven ruins on the Sunian Sea.
However, the elves are generally keen on praising the ocean and storms, and rarely appear in their poems with greater intentions than these two, in order to highlight that their beliefs are far more powerful than other gods.
At least that's what the textbook that Klein Moretti studied when he was a college student said... Klein was about to shake his head, but then he noticed the word time.
In other words, the era when this bracelet was made was already after the fall of the Elf King, a period when "mystery" protected the remaining forces of the Elf race?
Judging from some of the contents of the holy scripture presented in that diary, the elves should still believe in "mystery" to this day.
It's a pity that I can't take out this bracelet and take it directly to ask about the "secret"... Although I haven't really studied that period of history, at most I have only inherited the learning results from Klein's original memory.
But as a curious and good young man of the 21st century, Zhou Mingrui has always been part of the group that is keen on pursuing the truth of history, otherwise he would not have become a glorious keyboard player in his previous life.
Although this bracelet is engraved with Elvish language, the spirituality it contains is very thin. If Klein really takes the risk to steal it, it will only make Sherlock Moriarty's identity become closer to a criminal, and then
Sheriff Fassin can lead the team to arrest him the next day.
He shook his head and continued walking forward.
The world is so big and there are many things to see.
............
Backlund, West District, Green Park Street.
Seeing that his son had returned to normal and was no longer mentally depressed, Mr. Luogo, who followed Xio and roughly figured out his son's recent movements, was very happy. He immediately handed over the reward to the detectives and bounty hunters he hired, and
Xio and Forsi were left alone.
"Thank you, Miss Wall. I didn't expect you to be an expert in psychological counseling..."
Listening to Mr. Luo Ge's enthusiastic praise, Forsi smiled casually and reached out lazily to press the extra reward.
After using the power of the ritual to drive away the undead residue from Adol's body, Forsi quickly thought of a script beside him.
Later, the young master had just woken up and was still in a state of confusion, when he was frightened and tricked by Fors, who was holding the script, and asked about the general truth.
In fact, I just used some little tricks to extinguish the will-o'-the-wisp in front of him. Unexpectedly, he actually thought that I was an extraordinary master who was more powerful than his teacher... Forsi glanced at Adlu's face.
direction, I couldn't help but shake my head slightly.
How good is his teacher, that he is even inferior to a Sequence Nine?
"...Miss Dilcha, do you still remember what I said when I talked to you alone just now?"
After a while of compliments, Mr. Luogo, who was smiling all over his face, suddenly became serious.
He glanced behind him, and the old butler named Hank took the young master away with understanding, leaving the living room to Mr. Luo Ge and the two ladies.
What were you talking about when you were talking alone?
Forsi looked at his friend beside him strangely, frowning slightly.
"Are you sure you still want to do that? Adol has returned to normal now."
Xio used her right hand to straighten her stubborn messy blond hair, feeling a little confused.
"They can scare my son like this, take him to the cemetery to desecrate the body for the first time, and then happily deceive him the second time!" Mr. Luogo's face showed no warmth.
He sneered, made a fist with his right hand, and lightly smashed it on the table.
"If my own son hadn't been deceived by them, I would have reported this matter to the police."
He breathed a long sigh of relief and his voice became deeper.
"Anyway, I hope you can help me give this bastard who desecrated corpses an education, and at least keep him away from my son."