Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me - Vol 2 Chapter 187

Bridge South District, No. 48 Hedao Street.

The thin pale yellow mist crossed the Backlund Bridge and drifted from the east. In front of the hired carriage, the driver bored the coins in his pocket, just waiting for the gentleman in the carriage to finish chatting with the frail-looking little white-faced family.

“Detective Moriarty, I thank you very much for retrieving Emlyn.” The bridge of his nose changed to a pair of tortoiseshell glasses, and Mr. White, with scarlet eyes, stood in front of his wife and the son who had just been sent back, looking condescendingly. Looking at Klein, he didn’t see the modest attitude he had when he came to visit that day.

In fact, when he first saw his son who had been missing for many days in front of him, this old-fashioned gentleman who was basically unintentional with the human way of life just seemed more cautious.

But after his wife asked in a low voice what happened to Emlyn in recent days, he heard that the Moriarty Detective who he had to seek had defeated the bishop of the Harvest Church alone, and had already been locked underground and could not be recited. The Mother Earth Code in exchange for a certain freedom, the son is rescued.

Mr. White had to change his attitude immediately, and in his heart he wanted to move immediately, away from the residence that had been controlled by people outside the blood family.

“I just finished the commission.”

Klein raised his head slightly. Because of the negative effect of the human skin mask, he tried his best to squeeze out a smile, but after finding that the corners of his mouth were struggling to even speak, he had to accept the reality of his temporary facial paralysis.

Looking away from Emlyn behind Mr. White, Klein resisted the urge to knead his cheeks, and spread out his free left hand almost explicitly.

With a slight movement of his nose, Mr. White, who had kept his wife and son behind him, was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that Klein’s movements were exactly the same as his usual movements when he finished treatment with the patient. He couldn’t help shaking his head and slowly took it out of his side pocket. wallet.

He carefully counted out a few banknotes, and instead of insisting on standing on the steps, he approached Klein cautiously and handed it over with both hands.

Afraid of what am I doing?

No matter how I look at it, I am also a wild Beyonder who hides secrets. If I report you, the Nighthawks and the Heart of Mechanics will not give me a raise… Out of the instinct of the “clown”, Klein subconsciously reads first. He walked towards Mr. White, and then found that the vampire doctor almost put his weight on his toes.

Klein has no doubt that as long as he is frightened, this old gentleman who doesn’t know how long he has lived will jump straight up.

However, this did not affect his rude acceptance of the money handed by Mr. White.

After carefully counting it several times, after confirming that there were no omissions, Klein couldn’t raise a smile on his face, but his eyes were still much kinder.

Awakening the coachman who was still holding the coins in his pocket, Klein, who had stepped on the carriage with one foot, suddenly stopped and looked back at Mr. White, who was standing under the steps of his house, staring at him with a smile in his eyes.

“By the way, Mr. White, because of the professionalism of a detective, I think there is one thing I must tell you.”

Mr. White, who did not have many traces of years on his face, suddenly became tense, but the moral qualities he had developed over the years forced him to suppress the worries in his heart, and said as calmly as possible:

“Anything else?”

Klein’s eyes moved slowly, all the way up, and finally stopped at the arms held by his mother, but his eyes were erratic, and from time to time they drifted towards Emlyn in the house.

It seems that the strong perception ability of the blood clan detected Klein’s undisguised gaze, and Emlyn, who was holding the doll in his hand, couldn’t help but cast a suspicious gaze.

The corners of his mouth curled up with difficulty, and with the rigid facial features, it gave people an indescribable sense of weirdness.

“I remember that when I was helping Bishop Utravsky, I borrowed a magical item.”

Ignoring the suspicious eyes of the White family, Klein’s weird smile grew brighter.

“It’s an item in the spiritual realm, and it has the ability to leave a strong hint in the enemy’s heart.”

Seeing Emlyn’s face getting paler and paler, Klein stroked the half-height silk top hat on top of his head with his left hand.

“Unfortunately, I heard that Bishop Utravsky seems to have used this item on Emlyn.”

“Impossible, I didn’t feel the spirituality of that item at the time, the mother **** is above, it is absolutely impossible for me to be planted by the priest for any psychological hint!”

Emlyn, who hugged the doll tightly in both hands, passed his mother beside him and subconsciously argued.

But when he saw that his parents’ same scarlet eyes opened wider and wider, and an indescribable sadness climbed onto his mother’s cheeks, the young vampire realized that he had just realized what he had just said.

“Mother… Mother God?”

Standing beside the carriage, Klein’s nasty low-voltage top hat bowed and stepped onto the carriage.

The black-brown hired carriage drove to the Chorwood area adjacent to the southern area of ​​the bridge. Klein in the carriage rubbed his somewhat empty stomach, and the bad mood he had accumulated today dissipated a lot.

Alas, I’m actually kind, and I can’t make Emlyn the first vampire in the history of the blood race to betray the faith of their ancestor Lilith… Klein recklessly kneaded his cheeks, the smile he raised just now As if froze in general, rubbing for a long time did not calm down.

He took out the quaint key in the side pocket of his coat, carefully looked at this almost unrecognizable item from the outside, and recalled the negative effects that Bishop Utravsky had emphasized.

A key that allows the user to ignore obstacles, but its negative effect is to make the user unconsciously get lost.

After all, whether it was its first owner, the unlucky and lucky thief, or Emlyn who strayed into the Harvest Church with the key later, they all suffered in this regard.

However, this is not a troublesome negative effect for me. Even if I really get lost, I can use divination and use the “divine stick method”.

Could it be that I can’t go home because of this?

However, “Mystery” said before that this key would be the key to facing danger… Klein felt the weight of this key and thought carefully, but he couldn’t come up with a Sequence Nine-level item. Under what circumstances becomes the key to avoiding danger.

If you are facing a powerful enemy, the ability to “open the door” seems too tasteless.

And if he was trapped in a closed place, it would be difficult for Klein to imagine how useful this low-order item could be.

It will never be… a speculation that he himself doesn’t quite believe slowly surfaced in his mind.

Klein’s line of sight passed through the undrawn car window, looking at the already gray and nearly black sky, the red moon obscured by the mist, his brows furrowed.

Just like the pair of eyeballs left after Old Neil’s death were also polluted by the “Hidden Sage”, the “Mystery” prophecy can help me, could it be the “Mr. Door” pollution left in this key?

The bone-piercing pain from the steel needles appeared on both sides of the forehead again. Before Klein could ponder carefully, the moving carriage suddenly stopped.

Klein exerted his muscles like a conditioned reflex, and pinned himself to the back seat of the carriage.

“Sir, are you sure you park at 17 Minsk Street?”

Holding the cane tightly with one hand, Klein felt a trace of disobedience and nodded slowly.

The thin, dark-skinned coachman, with his chapped lips half-opened, hesitated for a while, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just took a deep breath, and the facial features on his face were twisted into a ball.

“You still see it yourself?”

Flicking his fingers, Klein cautiously made a divination. After confirming that there was no danger, he stuck his head out of the unclosed car window and opened his eyes uncontrollably.

real or fake?

Although he subconsciously thought it was a joke, the luxurious carriage parked in front of his house and the incomparably conspicuous “Sword of Judgment” coat of arms engraved on the side of the carriage would not deceive him.

This is the emblem of the Loen royal family and the symbol of the Augustus family!

In Loen, it is the coat of arms of the nobles that even the poor in the Eastern District know!

Because this coat of arms appears on the back of almost all banknotes, occupying the center position.

The first time he saw this coat of arms, Klein actually thought of running away.

The farther away you can escape, the better. It’s best to leave this place and escape to the Eastern District, where there are complex forces and a large population, and hide directly.

He only knew one member of the Loen royal family, the Prince Edsack who was personally confirmed by “Mystery” and might be involved in the danger.

Although Klein didn’t move out of the house prepared by His Royal Highness for various reasons before, he also minimized his contact with the prince’s related people, including the Colonel Aigron.

When Klein was thinking about why the Wang family carriage appeared at his door, the servant standing beside the carriage had already noticed the strangeness of the carriage suddenly parked in the road not far away. He touched his waist and strode over.

Unlike the coachman who started to panic, Klein calmly arranged his clothes and stepped out of the carriage holding a cane.

“Are you the steward of His Royal Highness?”

Klein looked at the middle-aged and elderly gentleman in a well-cut long tuxedo and asked calmly.

“Detective Moriarty, His Royal Highness has been dealing with other matters recently, and I am accompanying another one today.”

The old housekeeper first affirmed his identity, then turned slightly to the side and gave up the carriage behind him, neither humble nor arrogant.

another?

Klein cautiously glanced at the carriage that was quietly parked on the side of the road, nodded slightly, and first apologized to the butler standing by the side. After paying the fare, he followed the old gentleman and walked towards the place. The car’s window shutters were pulled down and the sun blinds were closed.

It should be that in addition to the so-called “other”, there is also a maid, or a guard… Klein can slow down, move his wrist, and look as usual.

Since the old butler did not use any other honorific title, but used a vague other name to address the person in the car, it means that this person’s identity should be quite sensitive, or that he is a nobleman who has a good personal relationship with the prince, or that he is an aristocrat. There is no noble title, but a special status… miss.

Although he didn’t know much about the mysterious Prince Edsack, once he thought of Prince Edsack’s commission to him, which was to find the extraordinary material for the “Witch of Pleasure”, Klein almost immediately guessed it. to the possible identity of the “other”.

A “witch”, a favored “witch”!

Although it may be a deviation of the survivors, whether it is the councilor in Tingen, the Great Emperor Roselle, or even the prince, seems to have had contact with the “witch”… Klein is irresponsible He thinks of the common characteristics among these great figures, but his footsteps are imperceptibly getting slower and slower.

No, why did this “witch” suddenly see herself?

Seeing that Detective Moriarty was walking slower and slower, and finally stopped not far from the carriage, the old butler who was traveling with him couldn’t help frowning slightly and asked in a low voice:

“Detective Moriarty?”

“I, I may have some discomfort.” He slowly frowned, covering his abdomen with his free left hand.

The old butler subconsciously wanted to speak, but inadvertently caught a glimpse of the detective’s right palm resting on the cane trembling slightly, holding the end of the cane tightly.

Although a little annoyed, due to his cultivation as a royal housekeeper, the middle-aged and elderly gentleman just took a deep breath.

“You can make it easier first.”

With sweat dripping from his forehead, Klein nodded heavily, then changed direction without hesitation, and went straight to the door of room number 17. Under the scrutiny of the housekeeper behind him, he quickly opened the door, and immediately Tightly close. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Looking at the dimly lit room in front of him, Klein didn’t let his guard down. Instead, he neatly hung his cane and coat on the hanger, then fled to the bathroom and closed another door.

In the closed environment, he looked at the half-length mirror on the wall, and saw a little sweat hanging on his forehead, and the light blue behind the eyes of the plate was a rare dignified.

In front of the carriage just now, he almost instinctively wanted to turn on the “stand-in” to see the situation in the carriage.

But what followed, almost screaming spiritual intuition, immediately verified his guess.

There is something terrifying in the carriage, and the danger is no less than that of Lan Erwus before, or even the descendant of the evil **** of Tingen!

Although in a sense, Klein does not lack angel-level items, but it may be a coincidence that these items, except for Will Auceptin’s spell, cannot exert the ability to match the personality.

Slowly taking off the “substitute” glove on his right palm, Klein pretended to squat on the toilet, and unhurriedly removed the silver chain around his right wrist.

The low-hanging citrine exuded a faint brilliance in the darkness. Klein, who was about to use divination to find a way out, was suddenly stunned.

“Don’t panic, in two minutes, the carriage will leave by itself.”

“Don’t try to conflict with the danger in the car.”

A slightly weak and peaceful voice softly echoed in Klein’s ear, soothing his nervous expression.

“Mysterious?”

The hand holding the Citrine Spirit Pendulum fell, Klein first breathed a sigh of relief, and then frowned slightly.

Your half body doesn’t seem to be in a good state at this time?

“Don’t worry, I’m not bad enough for you to worry.”

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