Mystery: The Ancient God is Actually Me

"Now the party begins."

After Mr. A announced the start of the meeting, the participants sitting below began to become active and started various transactions.

A party hosted by Mr. A does not have the same trading pattern as other ordinary parties.

Most of the gatherings are still similar to the Tarot Club. The members of the gathering exchange information with each other, propose transaction information, and conduct transactions in this relatively free way.

But for Mr. A's party, the party members recruited waiters and wrote down their transactions, which were then transcribed on the blackboard at the front of the house. If any participating members happened to have this information and items, they would be notified again. Waiter, invite the members in need to the special trading secret room, and the two parties completely hide their identities to conduct transactions, and due to the strong strength of Mr. A, generally no one dares to ask for trouble at the party, unlike some parties in Bayam. Again, order and chaos.

Forsi and Xio didn't directly put forward their trading needs at first, but waited and watched for a while, then reached out a little, called a waiter, wrote their needs on their small cardboard, and tore a piece of it. The note was handed to the other party.

It didn't take long for her to be led into the study at the back of the house. Before entering, she found a black robe with a hood from the waiter's hand and covered her body.

She tipped her toes slightly, tried to raise her height as much as possible, and walked into the study.

The sellers in the study are also dressed in the same way, wearing black masks that cover their faces, so that they can't see each other's appearance.

"This is the formula of the 'Sheriff' potion. Under the witness of Mr. A, I won't cheat, so what about my money?" The seller with the black hood said hoarsely, blurring what he was most exposed to now. characteristic, and pushed the handwritten potion formula to the side where Xio was.

With his eyes hidden behind the mask, he glanced at the seemingly tall seller on the opposite side several times, took out the cash that had been prepared and counted several times, and pushed it to the other side.

Her hands were still on the cash, not separated.

The seller groaned unhappily, and then pulled out the cash from her hand. After repeatedly checking the authenticity and total amount of the banknotes, she released her hand that was still only pressing on the paper.

It's not the same for you... Xio glanced at the other party, stepped forward immediately, and quickly grabbed the note with the potion formula written on it.

She opened the note with both hands and quickly scanned it, mainly scanning the main ingredients of the potion, and wrote down the important parts.

"A pair of eyes of the dread monster, and the right palm of the silver-white war bear."

She changed her mind and recalled several parties she had attended, and remembered that someone had asked for similar materials, but she had never seen anyone actually selling them.

Maybe someone at the Tarot Conference will have such materials. After all, it is a gathering hosted by the ancient gods, and each member should have their own special channels... Analyzing the possibility of getting potion materials there. With a sigh, the seller walked out of the study and returned to Fors.

"Have you bought the 'Sheriff' formula?" Forsi saw his friend returning with steady steps, and immediately posted it and asked in a low voice.

Xio, who had already taken off his black robe, exhaled slowly and said in a low voice:

"It should be true. Generally, no one will cheat on Mr. A."

As he spoke, Xio glanced in the direction of Mr. A with some palpitations, and found that the other party was also looking around at the participants in the room, so he quickly turned his head back in fright.

"Then we'll ask if there are any Beyonders who are good at purifying. The aura that may remain on your body must be cleaned up." Forsi kept silent when her friend finished talking about the formula, for a long time. , After a few seconds, I can't wait, I can remind you.

really can't escape...

After buying the "Sheriff" formula, Hugh had very few gold pounds left, so he had to save money, otherwise it would be impossible to buy the main ingredients of the potion he needed.

She avoided the eager eyes of her friends, sighed silently, and then tried her best to use a more trembling voice, pretending to be anxious:

"It's really important, and I'll write it now."

After writing his own needs, Xio raised his arms, and his heart was gloomy.

10 pounds, not a maximum of 20 pounds, otherwise, one would not be able to find a Beyonder in this area, and secondly, it would not dissuade Fors from worrying.

Thinking back on the various exchanges between Mr. Fool and himself, Xio felt a little at a loss for a while.

Fortunately, Mr. Fool is a kind enough god, but I am still worried that if I do this, I will anger the gods and incur divine punishment.

After all, this is in the understanding of the current church. If a "Blessed One" marked by the gods tries to understand the breath left by the gods on him, it is tantamount to the most provocative blasphemy, enough to be sent to the religious court, or directly Die by God!

Xio raised his arms somewhat resignedly, watching anxiously as Mr. A's waiter came over.

Trembling less obviously, she handed the note she wrote to the waiter, glanced at the other party, then paused slightly, walked towards Mr. A, whispered for a while, and then walked back.

It's Mr. A who won't purify me soon, right? Xio looked at the approaching waiter in horror, and then glanced at Fors, who was also a little frightened, and found that his friend was also a little frightened.

After a few seconds, the waiter walked up to Xio and said in a low voice:

"Miss, please follow me to the next living room first."

Xiutun swallowed, then got up, glanced at Fors at last, and followed the waiter to the living room on the first floor.

This is a small living room with no special decorations, but the surrounding curtains have been drawn with spun yarns, and you can feel the mysterious power attached to it. The carrier, so that the outside world can not see the scene inside the house.

After waiting for nearly a minute, the man in a dark purple robe who was sitting beside Mr. A walked in slowly, not too lazy, giving a sense of cynicism and not caring about anything.

The mysterious gentleman sat down and looked at Xio who was wearing a loose robe. In the eyes of the other party's frightened eyes, he took off his hood.

The gentleman had half-curly light gray hair, a smiling face, and a handsome face.

If "The Hanged Man" Alger Wilson is here at this time, he will definitely recognize that this is the angel he is serving, Edmund Jason "The Corrupt"!

However, this angel is now obviously different from his body. He does not have such a strong sense of oppression on his body, and his divinity is relatively weak. Instead, he is more lazy.

He ignored Xio's incomprehension and doubts about his behavior, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said in a flat tone:

"Are you also the Lamb of my Lord?"

While watching the party just now, Edmund's avatar had already figured out all the party participants, and revealed several members who clearly had forces behind him. on Hugh and Fors.

He recognized these two ladies who had a certain relationship with him. One was the little devil that Ambrosius had mentioned before, and the other had directly received the gift of the Lord and had the privilege of being able to meet the grace of God.

When he learned that they were looking for a Beyonder who was good at purification, Edmund directly hurt Mr. A and cut off the commission.

On the other hand, Xio didn't react at first. Later, after realizing that the other party might be a follower of Mr. Fool, the muscles in Xiu's face jumped a few times, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"Oh, you don't need to be so nervous." Edmund smiled lightly, then a shimmer of light lit up in his left hand, and asked jokingly, "Miss, do you still need purification services?"

"No, no need, it's my friend. She was afraid that I would be possessed by evil spirits, so she proposed to purify." Seeing the spirituality in the opponent's hands, she realized that the opponent's strength may only be better than that of Mr. A. High or low, maybe even a half-length, a little panicked for a while.

No, what's the difference between what I said and directly saying that Mr. Fool is an evil spirit... Xio became nervous again, just about to explain, but found that the other party had raised his hand to stop her thoughts.

Because it was just a clone, and this time the behavior was on a whim, so Edmund was silent for two seconds~www.readwn.com~ and then said while thinking:

"Don't be so nervous, I can understand, don't talk about god's name, it's normal to have such a misunderstanding,"

"I'm just curious this time. Why are my lord's divine graces in such a low sequence recently. If you want to get in touch with you, don't be nervous."

His folded legs shifted, and he continued:

"Anyway, Backlund may make big moves. Before big things happen, you can rest assured to attend the party here. Although the theory of the Aurora Society is relatively extreme, in view of the existence of their beliefs and the relationship between our Lord, you don't need to Afraid of what danger will be encountered here, there is something that can be brought up to Mr. A directly."

what?

Mr. A is a member of the Aurora Club?

Is there a secret connection between Mr. Fool and the real creator?

Xio's brain stopped for a while, and he couldn't react to the meaning behind it.

Will she be able to ask the Aurora Society for help when she encounters danger in the future?

As the divergent thoughts were withdrawn, Xio nodded dazedly, then stared blankly at Edmund who was sitting opposite, not knowing what to do.

She didn't even know whether she should hand over the purification money to this gentleman. After all, the other party's strength was stronger, and he seemed to belong to the more important believers of Mr. Fool.

"What are you waiting for, is it really like asking me to do a purification for you?" Edmund's avatar seemed to be a little delayed from the main body, his eyes blurred for a while, and then he refocused his pupils and said with a light smile.

"No, thank you for your reminder." Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity. I felt that I had once experienced a similar scenario before someone existed, and then I hurriedly bowed, and then fled the living room.

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