Mystery: Those years when I was a foreign aid for the Aurora Club

Chapter 131 A Friendly Exchange of Sincere Feelings

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The interior of the church was very dark, with no light at all. Edward's eyes, who pushed the door in, immediately changed to night vision in order to adapt to the environment.

In front are rows of old wooden seats, and a statue with a blurred face in the dark. The layout of the church is very simple, and there are only two rows and eight rows, which is probably only enough for people in the town to use together.

Then, he raised his head, only to see one figure after another hanging in mid-air as far as his eyes could see.

It's all human.

Some of them wore black classical robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore puffed skirts, and some wore ragged clothes, like beggars.

Some of them have rough faces, some are handsome and masculine, some have delicate and beautiful features, some are immature and cute, and they are quite young, so there is no similarity at all.

No, they still have something in common. They are all hung from a height like bacon being dried, with their heads drooping and their eyes rolled white, staggering.

The girl who got married with her own blood was not among them. At the same time, there were many damaged in the small melee just now. It seems that all the residents of the town are here.

Looking at the rows of marionettes, Edward thought for no reason of the sausages he had fed in Intis before, and then thought of what Amon said "there are many light cocoons hanging on Sefirah Castle". Is it Antigonus' personal style, or the influence of the top of the path.

Woo!
A gust of cold wind blew inside the church, and the figures hanging in the air turned one after another at the same time, facing Edward.

Their collars seemed to be connected with ropes, their heads were still lowered, but their expressions were faintly angry, as if the puppeteer behind them was secretly trying to drive this impolite guest out.

Afterwards, the figures swayed like wind chimes, opened their mouths, and made a sound that was almost raving:

"Honakis...Freguera..."

"Honakis...Freguera..."

These voices echoed and overlapped, and merged together, like puppets singing a song together.

This sentence is actually the common language of the North Continent?Your own residence, the place where believers are sheltered, and the name of your father... Antigonus, you are really an interesting mythical creature... and Amon's instinct to treat humans with his extraordinary characteristic "deciphering scholar" "Learning" and "analysis" are different, you are actually real, and you have developed a good impression of human beings under your own subjective will.

Professor Decay finds it very interesting. For mythical creatures, liking humans is like liking an item. There is nothing incomprehensible, but relying on human nature is like taking drugs, and it is only natural to die because of it one day.

This made him really want to chat with Antigonus, explore the other party's concept of human groups and believers, and see if he can absorb some useful viewpoints to invest in the education of Amon.

Edward strolled forward in a leisurely manner. Above his head, those figures swayed, as if they were looking down at him.

Walking forward for 30 meters, Edward came to the end of the church and saw the dark altar and the stone statue enshrined on it.

It has the image of a female human as a whole, but two animal legs grow out from the ribs and waist respectively, and are covered with short, thick and hard black hair.

In addition, there are thin black bands around the stone statue, which are like tentacles extending out.

At the foot of the stone statue, there are souls sleeping one by one, as if surrounded by stars.

Is this the Heavenly Mother who also lost to the Evernight Goddess in the "darkness" battle for power after Freguera?Not knowing what your name is, or the same as the real name of the Evernight Goddess, is a taboo covered by hidden authority.

Then, Edward looked away and saw an old man hiding behind the statue.

Sensing His sight, the old man opened his eyes at once, a pair of dark and dull pupils that looked like the surface of deep water.

The old man's eyes widened.

The old man's expression turned into "Yi".

The old man turned his head to the other side and let out a grunt that was trying to cover it up.

Edward sat down next to the old man very familiarly. The old man moved away with his eyes closed, and then was grabbed by Edward and dragged back.

"Long time no see, Zaratul." The demon whispered into the old man's ear with a smile, making homework as familiar as an old friend meeting, "So you have been vacationing in the Honakis Mountains?"

Zaratul laughed dryly, opened his eyes, and tilted his head back. Every wrinkle on his face was trying his best to express his resistance: "You are right, it is very quiet here, there is no Amon, and the secret puppet drama is staged It’s very interesting, and the dialect of the Kingdom of the Darkness is also very interesting, and I’m very happy to be on vacation here.”

Edward smiled slightly: "Do you want to go out?"

Zaratul, who has a wealth of experience working with demons, laughed three times and replied very straightforwardly: "I don't want to."

The two looked at each other for three seconds with warm smiles on their faces, and suddenly reached out their hands at the same time, one took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and the other quickly pulled out a stack of steaming hot biscuits from the hole in history.They exchanged the things in their hands tacitly and completed a tentative transaction.

"You were Zaratul during the time when Roselle was the enemy of the world."

Edward picked up a biscuit and put it in his mouth—the Intis civilian refreshment that he reproduced and spread: Oreo—to understand the message sent by Zaratul, and also confirmed the identity and identity of Zaratul. period, said in a tone that was just as it should be:
"It's no wonder that Roselle didn't count you as one of the combat forces in the end. Although your main body is still relatively normal, you are already on the verge of losing control, right?"

"hehe yes."

Zaratul skillfully opened the package, took out one of them, brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, lit it and held it between his fingers:

"You are actually diligent and have successfully become the filthy king."

Edward snorted, a little displeased: "Before I came in, I was still the King of Angels."

Zaratul glanced at the white shirt on the other party's body, swept the hideous blood on the half of the body where the heart was, and said nothing.

The atmosphere of silence lasted for about half a minute, and Zaratul suddenly said, "There are quite a few changes in the way you and I remember."

"People will always change." Edward whispered devilishly, "I don't mind telling you, come on, let's work together for the great..."

"The sun is so good tonight!" Zaratul raised his voice and interrupted the second half of the sentence in time, and silently moved a few centimeters away.

Edward chewed the biscuits, recalled the taste of his own handicraft, glanced at Zaratul, and responded politely:

"After seeing you, I understand a little bit. I understand why you helped Adam at that time, and you suddenly attacked me."

"The Sequence One characteristic of the "audience" is still in your hands. "

Zaratul let out a few dull laughs from under the white beard, and did not deny it: "But you are still alive. I am still here, so the characteristics are still in my hands."

"Heh, if Adam dares to tell the Seven Gods that he has been stripped of a Sequence One, I'm afraid at least three gods will descend on the spot. Maybe they don't come to kill me, but to kill Adam after they come down."

"You really have such a big secret."

"great……"

"The moon is so beautiful tonight!"

After a few rounds between you and me, the two angelic old fritters looked at each other and smiled.

"If you want to exchange that feature for support, I suggest you hand it over directly to the Lord of Storms."

Edward thoughtfully advised Zaratul: "Night and Storm are old allies. The God of Wisdom is wise and protects himself. The attitude of Eternal Blazing Sun is unclear. You give the Sequence One to Storm and let him reason with Night. Or you can just directly Give it to Hei Ye in exchange for His support, once Hei Ye is happy, maybe you will be released from here immediately after serving your sentence."

The historical projection smiled, did not answer, and answered meaningfully after a while:
"It is foolish to give one's own choice to the gods."

"Keeping the treasure all the time, you will be killed and stolen in the end."

After Edward finished speaking, his eyes flashed suddenly: "Oh, is there a turning point in your fate? Do you know that you will be able to go out in the future?"

Zaratul smiled without saying a word.

"Zaratul, I also have something to ask you." Needless to say, Edward simply skipped the topic, "How many times can your miracle masters be resurrected?"

"If this is the transaction you initiated, I hope there is a reward that is sufficient for me. Of course, it is not for helping me out." Zaratul did not immediately refuse, but very skillfully and naturally proposed the conditions, doing Set out restrictions, improve transaction content, and prevent yourself from being cheated.

"Of course, I am very sincere to exchange information with you. My information is valuable and has sufficient timeliness. Of course, you have to fill in more details of my question according to its value. "

Edward said very naturally and sincerely, upon seeing this, Zaratul turned his face away and waited for the next one - under the condition that both parties have enough chips and equal identities, the devil is the best deal partner - he looked at the devil's eyes, and heard the other party say word by word:

"I met a Seer who seems to be able to 'forecast' resurrection, he only has Sequence 7."

Advance resurrection?impossible!If this is the case, then... wait, could it be said!
Zaratul did not show the turmoil in his heart at all on his face, and even controlled the emotional fluctuations in his heart to prevent the demon from hearing the clues.

He took a puff between his cigarettes, and said with embarrassment, "This kind of thing may not be impossible for low-sequences. The simplest thing is that he only needs to hold a "Master of Miracles" extraordinary item. "

"That's all, I can tell you—the upper limit of resurrection for a master of miracles is four."

Chara squinted her eyes like an old fox, expressing negation to reduce the value of this piece of information, and not giving Edward any chance to take advantage of it.

And Edward, who used ambiguous information to create transaction traps, also played Tai Chi with customers like a seasoned businessman.

"I thought we had established a deep friendship after many transactions."

"I'm sure you understand what I mean, and its answer is exactly what you think it is."

Edward sighed pretendingly, the intelligence value of the origin of "Origin Castle" is far higher than the secret of the miracle master's resurrection.Zaratul wanted a discount, and Edward wanted to raise the price. The final result must be a compromise answer, but they also enjoyed these confrontations.

The devil fritter said: "You don't trust me, which makes me very embarrassed. I just killed the fortune-teller, and then I found traces of his suspected resurrection and continued operations, and then I came here. Are you satisfied with this answer? "

"Master of Miracles has been resurrected four times, so are there more Attendants of Mysteries?"

The fortune teller Youtiao said: "Hehehe, from your information, I can only draw the conclusion that Heiye seems to have taken in a new favored person, and may have given him an item with the characteristics of a miracle master, but nothing else. gone."

The devil fried dough stick asked: "This information is not important enough? Zaratul, how much do you think you are worth?"

The fortune teller You Tiao stroked his beard, disapprovingly: "The high sequence of the mysterious three paths in the current world, Mr. Men is still in the starry sky, Pallez Zoroaster is not competitive enough, and there are only more than ten years left in the end, if the gods don't want that If a blasphemer becomes a mystery, then I am the only choice."

Zaratul thought about this piece of information carefully, and was a little surprised, but not nervous.

There is no direct conflict between the night and the "blasphemer", and it is normal not to be eager to place a bet on the Lord of the Mysteries.If there really is a fortune teller related to Origin Castle, it is normal for Hei Ye to accept him as a favored person. After all, it may be an important bargaining chip when dividing benefits in the future.

"Respectable. You still think that the brains of the three gods are not tofu. I thought you should have understood their style of doing things long ago."

Edward respected Zaratul and made a conclusion at the same time: "I understand that a master of miracles can be resurrected four times without prerequisites, because 'resurrecting from the dead' is already a miracle. At the same time, the Servant of Mysteries has stronger abilities. With the resurrection ability, I guess you may be able to maintain your life through historical projection, maintain your state, and even regain your life."

"It's easy to verify this. I just need to kill you and see if Zaratul is alive or dead outside."

Speaking of this, Zaratul laughed again: "Your information is indeed very precious, and it is indeed time for me to re-evaluate the future situation. I want to modify the terms of the transaction, and I am willing to use the method of going out to make up for it." Vacancy in this deal."

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and laughed loudly at the same time, the tense atmosphere just now disappeared in the blink of an eye.

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After leaving St. Samuel's Church, Klein took a carriage and returned to Hillston District.

He opened the door and entered the room. Just as he was about to take off his hat, his movements suddenly froze.

His spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered the living room, entered the room!

This... hardly concealed... is it a warning?It's better to have a warning than no warning... Klein stood in the hallway, silent for a while.

Afterwards, he was a little depressed, but he continued to live as if nothing had happened. He went out to investigate and was busy until dark before returning.

After quietly eating dinner, Klein washed up and went to bed to rest, seemingly ending a busy and futile day.

But in the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by layers of clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He turned over and got out of bed, slowly opened the door, entered the bathroom next door, and hid his body with a paper doll.Taking four steps backwards, he came above the gray mist and sat in the seat belonging to "The Fool".His eyes have become clear, no longer decadent, depressed, pessimistic and other emotions.

Immediately afterwards, Klein took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the dark pocket of the pajamas that he had repurposed from old clothes.

When he was packing up his things before, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to secretly pull out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!

Taking a breath, Klein manifested a pen and paper, and wrote down the same divination statement as before:

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

After reciting seven times calmly and peacefully, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back on the back of the chair, and fell asleep in the quiet and empty ancient palace.

In the gray, fragmented, and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different picture from before.

What appeared in his eyes was a hand-carved palm-sized puppet, complete with eyes, nose and mouth.

There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, which dyed it a bit of a strange color.

A palm stretched out, the skin was white and delicate, smooth and smooth, the five fingers were slender and slender, and the flesh and bones were even.

The most noticeable thing is that the little finger of this palm wears a uniquely shaped ring inlaid with sapphires.

Snapped!
The index finger of the palm was surrounded by illusory black flames and touched the puppet's heart.

Without a sound, the picture shattered.

Klein opened his eyes suddenly, feeling his scalp go numb, and then his whole body went numb.

His initial judgment was not wrong, Talim did die from the curse!
That hand, that jeweled ring!The tightly wrapped woman he saw at the funeral was the one who killed Talim!

Why is she doing this?And why did you come back for the funeral?Who is she?

Wait, there is one more thing...

Why didn't the picture of the moment when the little puppet symbolizing Talim was killed by a curse didn't show the whole picture?This mysterious space above the gray fog can eliminate interference... Klein was a little confused for a moment.

Normally, the enlightenment he got was too abstract, and it was too easy to misinterpret. It was a problem of his own limited level of divination, and it was a problem of too high difficulty for the things he wanted to divination. The scene before and after the curse is only limited to a small part, and it does not provide a relatively more effective revelation, which is quite puzzling.

Was there a similar situation before...?Klein dug out the reasons from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat up straight and remembered a similar experience.

Something similar happened in Tingen when he divined the real reason behind several coincidences!

He clearly saw the house with the red chimney, but he couldn't touch Ince Zangwill and the sealed item "0-08" inside the house!
This, is this something or someone with a level "0" sealed item fighting against the power of the gray mist?Klein narrowed his eyes suddenly.

No, not necessarily, there are still many possibilities, so I have to confirm it again!He tried to calm down.

As for how to confirm, the experienced man can't be bothered, the method is very simple, that is to do the same divination again.

If the revelation picture obtained has not changed, it means that the matter is not so terrible. If the divination is no longer successful, it means that the target or something around the target can resist the gray fog to some extent, just like "0-08" !
Taking a deep breath, Klein repeated the previous divination with a calm expression.

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

……

He leaned against the back of the chair, chanted in a low voice, his eyes gradually deepened.

In the dream, what he saw was a hazy, broken gray fog, without puppets and fingers.

brush!
Klein straightened his back with an unusually dignified expression.

What was Talim involved in?He frowned and muttered to himself.

He has no doubts about what to do next, that is to be passive and perfunctory, to fool Prince Edsack for a while, and then tell him that he really cannot investigate the truth.

It is unbelievable that the death of an ordinary person with no money, status, status, or strength would involve a "0"-level sealed item or a strong person of the same level!

Huh, this world is really scary, and if you are not careful, you will come into contact with extremely terrifying things... Klein sighed secretly, not daring to stay any longer, and quickly returned to the bathroom in reality.

A lot of preoccupations, no dreams all night.

TBC
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The real name of this chapter: Old Coin Chat.

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