Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - v2 Chapter 157

In the luxuriously decorated master bedroom, Mr. Logo, who didn’t sleep a night last night, stared blankly at the ceiling decorated with reliefs, his swollen brown eyeballs were covered with faint bloodshots.

Although his reason told him that he should sleep, his son’s pitiful appearance made him unable to close his eyes.

Poor Adol, if something goes wrong with you, what am I going to tell Martha… The noise outside is getting more and more harsh, Mr. Logo, who is fat, his shirt and trousers are stretched tight, turned over He shouted outside the house in a rough voice:

“Hank, what’s going on outside?”

The noise outside the house suddenly stopped, and the rare silence lasted for about a second or two. The housekeeper Hank, who was also debilitated, knocked on the door and bowed apologetically to his master.

“Sorry sir, although I know you are resting, Miss Dilcha insists that I wake you up. She wants to ask something about the young master.”

Behind the tough old butler, a low figure with a golden head on his head was walking back and forth.

“I can’t sleep anyway. If I can help Adol, I’d be happy to accept Miss Dilcha’s investigation.”

The jeweler dragged his fat and heavy body out of bed little by little. With the help of the housekeeper, he put on his coat in a vain step, and led Xio all the way to another small parlour.

“Miss Dilcha, I can tell you what you want to ask, as long as it doesn’t involve some secrets.” Mr. Logo took a deep breath of the steaming coffee, trying to make himself look refreshed and swallowing. Xiu, who was sitting across from the action, felt a chill.

Do you really not burn yourself?

Originally just wanting to hold back this gentleman, Xio, who was buying time for Fors, suddenly had a sour nose, blinked a little, and said in a deep voice:

“I want to know when Adol met those bad friends, and when did he become what he is now?”

The enamel coffee cup was lightly placed on the tray decorated with delicate patterns, and a hint of apology flashed across Mr. Logo’s fat face.

“Sorry, Miss Dilcha, I’m not sure. In fact, I don’t even know the origin of Adol’s friend. I don’t know what time he comes home every time.”

He glanced at the housekeeper standing beside him and continued:

“But I think Hank should know better than me. The servants at home also know something else that might be of use to you.”

I also figured out a way to get him to find all the servants and delay Fors… Xio glanced at Mr. Logo’s eyes full of sincerity and apology, and then followed the “Arbiter”‘s natural majesty, Raised the voice.

“I agree with your idea, then you should call those servants together now.”

“Hopefully they can give me some useful clues.”

Mr. Logo waved to Hank beside him.

“Go and call all the servants who have nothing to do now, as well as Adol’s personal servant, and let him come too.”

Hearing the master’s order, Mr. Hank, whose cheeks were deeply wrinkled, was a little hesitant. He glanced at Hugh unabashedly, full of alertness.

However, professional professionalism and loyalty to Mr. Logo himself still drove the gentleman to suppress his will and hurried to summon the servants in each room.

The door of the small meeting room closed gently, and Mr. Logo, who couldn’t hide his exhaustion, smiled sullenly, covered his eyes in a dignified manner, and said in the direction of Xio:

“Miss Dilcha, if you find anything, I would like to ask you to at least help me severely punish the **** who scare Atru into such a bastard, although I don’t quite believe that you can really help Atru to get rid of the current state, But your reputation in the East makes me believe that you can put that **** in the mud and give it a good ‘lesson’.”

His fingers kept twitching on his face, and white marks were drawn on his chubby face.

Although he cares about his son very much, but because of his reputation, he can’t use the power of the police… Xio recalled the gossip passed on by the bartender when he first saw Mr. Logo’s commission.

It has been about four or five days since his son Adol became what he is now.

“I hope you can help me teach him a lesson, and I will pay extra.”

The cluttered footsteps outside the living room were getting closer and closer, and Mr. Logo returned to his normal sitting posture. Although he was still tired, he couldn’t see the situation when he asked Hugh to “teach” people with his face covered just now.

It’s really complicated… Xio nodded slightly.

“it is good.”

…………

It seems that Xio has led everyone over… On the wall of Mr. Logo’s house, a face that appeared strangely on the surface of the wall slowly sank, and Foer, who just briefly monitored other rooms by “opening the door” Si Dian measured the sterling silver knife in his hand and pouted.

This time, she forgot to bring the silver dagger for the ceremony, so she had to borrow a tableware for ordinary meals from the servant here.

Anyway, they are all pure silver, and the silver dagger used in the ceremony is just to help me breathe out my spirituality. There should be no problem, right?

Atru, who was wrapped in a thick blanket in the living room, still buried his head in his collar. Fors started from the corner, raised his right arm, and carefully spat out his spirituality from the tip of the knife, trying not to provoke him. Adol’s attention.

The invisible and shallow spirituality was scattered in the corner of the room. After Fors’s last movement was completed, her raised right arm waved lightly, and the scattered spirituality was instantly combined to form a solid wall.

“Sure enough, as long as it’s sterling silver, it’s not a big problem.” Fors looked at the wall of spirituality that he barely erected with satisfaction, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Adol in the thick stall raised his head, he felt that the cold power in his body was getting stronger, and the voices that made him irritable were gradually disappearing.

“Hohoho…”

There was a non-human voice in his throat, and Forsi, who was preparing spiritual materials, couldn’t help frowning.

The existence of the spiritual wall has instead helped the undead residue on Adol to gain power better?

Forsi’s movements couldn’t help speeding up.

She’s here to exorcise the undead, not feed herself a monster that can easily kill herself.

The three candles were placed in order. Forsi looked at the simple altar hastily built, and suddenly felt a little bottomless.

With such perfunctory altars and rituals, Mr. Fool won’t think I’m blasphemous, right?

But Adol’s strange screams became louder and louder behind him. After the full moon raving, Forsi, whose hearing was somewhat strengthened, even heard the sound of some cloth Mosuo.

No, he’s going to get out of that blanket!

Without any hesitation, Forsi devoutly knelt down in front of the candle symbolizing Mr. Fool and prayed in a low voice:

“A fool who does not belong to this era…”

“I pray for your favor, please expel the filth from this innocent man.”

The candle flames on the simple altar instantly expanded, and a faint mist gushed out from the flames. The swaying light and shadow were projected on the mist. The illusory and hazy scene seemed to be on the edge of forming.

“Mr. Fool won’t be really angry, right?”

A drop of cold sweat dripped from Forsi’s forehead, and the sound of the cloth Mosuo behind her disappeared, replaced by extremely heavy footsteps.

From a spiritual perspective, the dark green on Adol’s body almost covered his entire spiritual body.

Under the **** of the undead, he swayed towards Forsi, who was kneeling on the ground, his crystal saliva hung on the sharpened tiger teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“A fool who does not belong to this era!”

With Forsi’s prayer again, the illusory projection finally solidified. The palace towering above the spiritual world ruled over the reality. Seven rays of pure light flickered, and the spiritual power extended along the gray fog and rushed behind Forsi.

……

“Finally caught up with…”

Klein, who had just come out of Detective Isengard’s house and got rid of Louis Evans, wiped off the sweat that didn’t exist on the long bronze table and leaned against the cold back of the chair.

After hearing Miss Magician’s prayer, Klein, who had no bathroom for him to hide in, had to return to Detective Isengard’s house on the street and borrowed the old gentleman’s bathroom shamelessly.

“You said, is this useful?”

He glanced beside him, and Mystery, who was floating beside The Fool’s seat, stared at the picture in the crimson stars, clasping his hands on his chest.

“It’s not a powerful undead in the first place. It is a spiritual residue that is filling itself. Even if you do nothing but release the power of the gray fog, it will disappear on its own and return to the spiritual world.”

“Is this a kind of aggregation?” Klein asked, considering his own knowledge of mysticism.

“Mystery” looked at him a little unexpectedly.

“Yes, smarter.”

Without waiting for Klein to speak, he explained the rationale behind this on his own.

“As you learned from the internal data of the Nighthawks, all mysterious powers come from Beyonder characteristics and the spiritual world. Although many creatures in the spiritual world can use abilities without Beyonder characteristics, this is all through the connection between themselves and the spiritual world. Through this connection, the corresponding forces of various symbols in the spiritual world are mobilized.”

“That is to say, I can also regard the spiritual world as a Beyonder characteristic, but it is like a server and does not belong to anyone, but can spiritual world creatures receive power from here?”

Klein was thoughtful, looking at the undead that had been dispelled in the sight of the crimson star, and asked without turning his head.

“It can be understood in this way, but the spiritual world is not a Beyonder characteristic, it is just an extension of something.”

“Mystery” was silent for a few seconds, with a hesitant tone.

Not a Beyonder characteristic, but an attachment to something?

The corners of Klein’s mouth twitched suddenly, and his vision focused on the crimson stars was a little sloppy.

He remembered the projection he saw when he first summoned himself and experimented with the sacrificial ritual for the first time.

This palace towering in the gray fog clearly stands high above the spiritual world and above the seven lights.

And my own name is “the great master above the spiritual world”… Although he felt a strong sense of absurdity, he didn’t ask the half body beside him.

After several lessons, he has deeply remembered that some things are not necessarily a good thing to know.

Forsi in the picture is still kneeling on the ground, and behind her, Adol, who was originally possessed by a undead spirit, fell to the ground on his back, and the dark green covering the spirit body disappeared, but the light color can still see this. Teenagers continue to supplement nutrition.

“I heard your prayer.”

The deep voice of “The Fool” was thrown at the crimson stars, which exploded in Forsi’s ears, echoing layer by layer.

……

“Praise Mr. Fool, thank you for your greatness and care.”

Forsi, who was on her knees, clasped her hands tightly in front of her chest, nodded reverently, and the influence projected on the surface of the fog disintegrated before her eyes.

Phew… I have to thank Mr. Fool again at the next Tarot meeting.

The three candles on the simple altar were all extinguished, Fors patted the dust that did not exist on the skirt, and got up leisurely.

She habitually glanced at Atru, who was lying on her back on the floor behind her, with her spiritual vision. After confirming that the undead on the other side had disappeared, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Although she has not yet found out the bad friend of this young master, the entrusted gold has already arrived… She turned the sterling silver knife in her palm quite confidently, and waved it forward gently, a solid spiritual wall Disintegrates instantly.

Due to the spiritual barrier, even though Adol made various sounds in the living room just now, he did not attract a servant.

The empty living room was extremely silent, or the whole house was unusually quiet, only the faint sounds of conversations in the distant rooms.

It seems that Hugh isn’t over yet?

It’s a pity that the “Apprentice”‘s potion did not strengthen his physical strength much. Fors panted and dragged Adol on the ground back to the blanket. After a little bit of rationality, he pretended that he was sleeping soundly.

Adol on the sofa was almost wrapped into a zongzi, Fors looked at his masterpiece and clapped his hands lightly.

“Okay, perfect.”

…………

“I disturbed you just now, Detective Isengard.”

As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Klein ran into Detective Isengard, who was holding a pile of documents in his arms. He couldn’t help feeling a little embarrassed.

“It’s nothing, the time we talked about just now was indeed a little too long.”

The detective with a tough face obviously didn’t care, and instead waved his hand quite straightforwardly.

With a smile, he took out a ~www.mtlnovel.com~ wrapped in kraft paper from the pile of documents in his arms and handed it to Klein who was still wet.

“A case was submitted from my assistant just now, but I’ve been busy with other things recently. If it’s convenient for you, why don’t you help me take a look?”

Is this taking the initiative to introduce me to life?

Even if it is an “alumni” who graduated from the same university, Detective Isengard is too enthusiastic, right?

Klein took the document with some hesitation, and familiarly opened the white thread sealed on the paper button, and took out a handwritten letter from it.

“Dear Detective Isengard…”

A letter was written more euphemistically, but Klein still read out what the lady really wanted to express.

“Her fiancé suddenly disappeared? And in her own home?”

“Yes, this Mr. Neus Andre was missing from his home and he didn’t show up for several days, so his fiancée came to me for help.”

Detective Isengard gave an affirmative answer.

He disappeared in his own home, there was no trace of fighting, he didn’t pack his luggage, and there is no other news so far, the world has evaporated?

Klein held the stationery full of graceful handwriting and nodded lightly.

“Sherlock, if you have time, can you help me take this case?”

“You know, I’ve had to deal with things over at Siviras Field lately.”

Hearing that Detective Isengard suddenly changed his name to a more intimate name, Klein almost frowned.

This gentleman is also an Extraordinary… He gave up the idea of ​​divination on the spot and nodded lightly.

Anyway, spiritual intuition has no warning, I might as well be bold…

“It should be fine.”

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