Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

The land abandoned by God, outside the city-state.

Colin walked out of the half-collapsed city gate with a handful of bones that were about to fall apart in his hand.

"Chief, what is this?" Valer, with long brown hair and a bushy beard, said in surprise.

Colin glanced at him, tiredness in his eyes.

"The residents of this city gang have undergone a certain mutation, and some may be lurking in the ruins as monsters."

"We'll set up a small camp first and wait until the next day to explore."

The other members of the exploration team had no objection, and soon established a rudimentary camp with the help of a rock pile on the edge of the riverbed.

At the very end of the camp, a boulder blocked the sky, so there was no need to worry about the rain. A pair of bonfires were raised by the team members directly below, and the remains of various strange creatures were piled up beside them. They were thrown in from time to time as fuelwood. She secretly winked at the chief, and sat silently on the outermost side of the camp, separating Colin, Derrick and the other team members.

On the edge of the camp, Colin glanced at his companions who were eating dry food and monster corpses, turned to Derrick and said in a low voice:

"This city gang is more sinister and dangerous than expected. I wonder what your opinion on the next action?"

What do I have to say about the dangers that come next?

Derrick was stunned for a while, and his left hand unconsciously touched the back of his head and scratched a few times.

He has just started going out to explore not long ago, and this is the first time he has come to this city-state. Does he have any experience, and how can he have any advice that can help the chief?

Looking at Derrick who looked embarrassed, Colin's expression was inappropriate, and he said coldly without any change in his tone:

"This was originally a city-state that believed in the 'Mysterious God'."

"God of Mysteries"... Derrick's heart suddenly moved, and he suddenly became enlightened.

The Chief is not asking for my opinion, he wants to know if Mr. Fool has any enlightenment!

But Mr. Fool only said last time to be careful, "what you see is not necessarily true", I have reminded the chief, there is still another day for the next meeting... Derrick answered sincerely road:

"Your Excellency, I may need a day."

The big boy held the hilt of the sword in both hands, his eyes wandering.

"Well, maybe at the turn of the next day and night, I'll be able to find some problems."

Colin Iliad breathed a sigh of relief, but in the face of such a straightforward statement, he could only nod slightly.

"Okay, let's rest in place first."

......

Backlund Bridge District, in the room rented by the postman.

There was no one on the bench, Amon leaned against the sky that was gradually dyed orange, and suddenly let out a sneer.

He snapped his fingers, and a light spot instantly broke away from his body, landed on the floor beside him, and split into another Amon.

The avatar held his monocle, looked around, looked at the disintegrated and rotten postman's uniform on the ground, and pouted.

"Is this what you mean by promotion?"

"Isn't it a matter of returning to the ontology and sharing the uniqueness?" Amon said with his signature smile, not caring much.

"Then why don't you accept Antico's suggestion, return to your uncle's arms, and take the initiative to invest in Sefirah Castle. This should be considered a promotion." The new postman lifted his monocle, without any intention of saving face for the main body.

"We are thieves, not philanthropists."

"Since it's not such a positive role anymore, we always have to try to break through the bottom line again and make some challenging results." Amon tsk tsk smiled and took off his monocle, wondering what he was thinking.

He silently repeated:

"Yes, do something challenging."

......

Backlund time, three o'clock in the afternoon on Monday.

Above the boundless gray fog, the magnificent palace stands quietly.

It's not like the "secret" pigeon who played house with the little guys dropped the party, threw the hosting task to Klein, and hid in the vast sea of ​​fog.

One after another, crimson flashed, and Emlyn the Moon, who came to the gray fog again, just regained his sight when he was attracted by a unique figure.

So, is that a doll?

Although the gray fog blurs the specific image of each member, it does not erase the temperament and general characteristics of the members themselves.

Emlyn looked at the dignified blond lady who was sitting on the high-back chair, with a graceful face and indifferent temperament. I remembered the big event of saying hello to Mr. Fool.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."

Audrey "Justice" bowed slightly, her voice sounded much lighter than last time.

Klein glanced at this noble lady's still somewhat dim emotional aura, and couldn't help but wonder.

Has Miss Justice encountered any difficulties recently?

As the actual convener and beneficiary of the Tarot Club, Klein believes that he has an obligation to care about the psychological state of the biggest sponsor.

However, considering the majesty of "The Fool", he did not speak directly, but nodded slightly, waiting for Miss Justice to share in the communication session.

"Mr. Fool, I have collected two pages of Roselle's diary."

"The Hanged Man" Argel raised his hand gently, showing a few pages of paper, and pushed it to the top.

Roselle's diary, the things written by those incomprehensible ghost symbols turned out to be diaries?

Just as Emlyn wanted to ask, and considering the restraint of the blood clan, he had to suppress his actions, and then he started playing the copies of Roselle's diary kept in the hands of Bishop Utravsky in the Church of the Earth.

"Mr. Fool, I have collected a page of Roselle's diary."

Sharron retracted her gaze that fell on Emlyn, bowed slightly, and pushed the paper embodied in her palm toward her head.

Holding the three diaries, Klein quickly scanned the dates and found that one of the diaries submitted by The Hanged Man was a duplicate, which exactly matched the one submitted by Miss Justice earlier.

This is unavoidable, unless I teach them the easiest way to identify Arabic numerals, which can at least eliminate the repetition of dates and random fabrications... Klein sighed and decided to look at Miss Sharon first. Submitted diary.

"August 23, this is the second time I have attended that unspeakable meeting. It's a miracle."

Unspeakable party?

Klein was instantly aroused and couldn't wait to look down.

"This party is beyond my imagination, all the attendees can't mention the name of this party outside the party, we are interconnected by dreams beyond imagination, across the world, ignoring space, this simply satisfies my love for Everything imagined in a fantasy world."

Crossing all over the place, ignoring the space... Klein frowned slightly, rubbed the edge of the paper, and leaned against the back of the chair.

Judging from the description, that party was very similar to the one he hosted. The only difference was probably that he could not prohibit members from revealing their knowledge of the gray fog in reality like that party, and he relied on the gray fog instead of dreams.

Communicate with each other through dreams, this looks a lot like the ability of the "sleepless" or "audience" pathway.

However, Roselle has always been in Intis, which is not the Goddess' sphere of influence... Klein continued to read.

"Well, even though it's the second meeting, I still almost made a fool of myself, and I can't blame it. After all, the archbishop told me the legendary 'blasphemy slate' the day before, and introduced this piece that records all pathways and sequences. The magical artifact of potion formulas and rituals, I saw one of them with my own eyes today, which has had a huge impact on me, a rookie who can only be considered extraordinary."

"Of course, I didn't believe it when I first saw the slate. The text used on the slate is not any esoteric language I know. As a 'generalist', I have absolute confidence in my memory. , can't go wrong in that."

"However, although I don't know those words, I still have the illusion that I can slowly interpret the content as long as I look at it, which almost made a big mistake. Fortunately, the old gentleman on the side reminded me to avoid turning into a monster. tragedy."

"Oh, that old gentleman is really a good man. He is completely different from the other guys who want to see me digest it. He is worthy of Hermes who created the ancient Hermes language, the founder of human mysticism."

Hermes? This is an ancient powerhouse... Klein frowned slightly.

With a solid foundation in mysticism, he is very clear that this old gentleman was active in that era.

Hermes created the ancient Hermes language and laid the foundation of human mysticism as early as the second era. It was originally the era when the so-called seven gods appeared, and the characters of the same period as "Mystery" were able to absorb such a member's gathering, Who is its convener, and isn't it also an old friend of "Mystery"?

A chill came from behind him, and Klein subconsciously tensed his body. He glanced away slightly, only to see "Mystery" floating behind him, his eyes falling on the diary.

He noticed Klein's peeping, snorted softly, and disappeared without a trace again, seemingly without any intention of explaining.

Seeing that, Klein didn't respond, and turned to the second page of the diary.

Although the part submitted by Miss Sharon is very valuable, but after several transcriptions, the huge font did not record much content at all, and even the last few words were filled in by Klein based on the previous text.

"On March 16, I'm getting tired of this Intis dance."

"Woman, woman, still woman, as a young demigod who has just been promoted, I hardly need to move to win the favor of all the young ladies and madams. It's too boring."

"To be honest, I think it's more fun to chat with the old man Baimon than to deal with the ladies. At least he won't always think about draining my rest time."

Powerful, powerful... The corners of Klein's mouth were slightly stiff, and he slowly looked down.

"Well, to be honest, after I was promoted to demigod, the thing that gave me the most headaches was Bernadette. The little girl has grown up and is no longer Dad's little padded jacket. She asked me a few days ago, why should I continue to improve Steam engine?"

"It's ridiculous. Why should the steam engine be improved? Isn't it just right?"

"Maybe this is the child, they still can't understand the decision of the adults, I am more and more afraid to share my 'achievements' with the children, my little princess is asking me where the slaves of the southern continent who are her age come from When it came, I didn't know how to answer."

"I did ask Baimont this question. When Bernadette was born, I also wanted him to be the godfather of the child, but he never provided me with this help, always emphasizing that it was my own. Things, only when I share the good memories with my children, this guy will quiet down and stop yelling to shut me up."

"It's really strange, obviously from what He said, He has close students and adopted daughters, and even the second son of the Creator has been educated by Him. Creatures are cute?"

Seeing this, Klein's smile completely disappeared.

He can probably understand the idea of ​​"secret".

Roselle definitely didn't know the truth of the earth during the demigod period. As he was able to regain his family and his own bloodline, he was undoubtedly happy and lucky. The remaining two transmigrators, whether it was the creator or the "mysterious" , have never had a normal family, and even rarely have contact with normal human beings, and their thinking is inevitably biased towards divinity.

Perhaps this is also one of the purposes of "Mystery" taking the initiative to help Miss Sharon get rid of pollution, and even pulling her into the party?

He hopes to leave me with more fetters, just like Benson and Melissa, and let me leave more traces in this era?

Klein leaned back slightly, let the diary disappear from his hands, and said with a smile:

"Okay, you can start."

Derrick the "Sun" looked around, looked at the top impatiently, then shrank his head, and turned to the other members and asked:

"Everyone, do you know anything about the abilities of the High Sequence of Thieves and Diviners?"

It seems that "Sun" and the others encountered a problem in that city-state... Alger changed his sitting position slightly, UU reading www.uukanshu.com said in a normal tone:

"You can talk about what happened to you first. The abilities of high-ranking sequences are often complex and changeable, and their performances may not be the same in different situations."

Derrick didn't hide it, and answered frankly:

"We have entered the city-state that once believed in Mr. Fool twice, and we entered through two different entrances."

"The city-state was shrouded in fog, and the interior could not be seen clearly from the outside world. Only when the 'sun' field or other flame powers illuminated the city-state could we see the scene inside the city-state..."

He originally described the experience of his first attempt with the Chief and the second exploration experience shared by the Chief, emphasizing the mutation caused by the combination of the evolutionary Sealed Artifact left by the "blasphemer" Amon and the power in the city-state.

A large number of secret puppets and time acceleration... Absent from the last meeting, Klein, who was not clear about the cause and effect, tapped the surface of the long table lightly, glanced at Emlyn, who was desperate for an explanation. , made a certain judgment in my heart.

In that city-state, there should be a Sealed Artifact of "Divinator" Sequence Four, or a relic that can mobilize similar power. If it is a Sequence Three, it is impossible not to have the iconic ability of "Historical Projection" and the danger it shows. Also definitely higher than the description of the little "sun"...

Klein aggravated the grayness in front of him, flipped his palm, and took out a gold coin.

He wants to divination to confirm his guess!