Lord of the Mysteries

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Ayre Hanson echoes:

“Indeed, it’s hard to imagine that Divinator’s follow-up will be Clown. According to normal logic, no one will link them together.”

“Is this strange? I remember a lot of path’s sequence magical medicine, and there is no necessary connection between them.” Black hair Ms. Lolta yawned and could see that her injury was so serious that “Goddess” Gaze is also difficult to keep her energetic.

“No, Lolta, this is completely different. Even if the other sequence magical medicine lacks connection, we can find some common ground in other aspects, but Divinator and Clown can’t do it. I can’t understand it at all.” Ayre Hanson shook his head and exclaimed.

Klein listened to their argument and smiled:

“No, there are still things in common.”

“What is it?” Ayre asked curiously, and Dunn’s movements of flexing his arms were also noticeably slower.

Klein replied in a serious way:

“Both Divinator and Clown can be found in the circus.”

“…” Ayre, Dunn, and Lolta were there.

“Pu … A good answer, I like your youngster!” Ms. Lolta, the black hair lady, looked back first and smiled.

Ayre smiled and shook his head and said:

“Now this era, there are fewer and fewer gentlemen with self-deprecating spirit. Fortunately, we met another one today.”

Do you think I like to laugh at myself … I don’t expect other things in common too … Klein defamated 2 sentences and smiled slightly bitterly:

“I only hope that this sequence path of magical medicine will not appear the names of” Beast Tamer “,” Acrobat “, Magician, etc., then it will really form a circus.”

And still a group of people…

“haha.” Dunn and the others were immediately teased by his words, and the carriage was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Carriage went all the way to Zoutlan Street, and Klein, who was not injured, first entered the Black Thorns Security Company.

“Goddess! What happened to you? How could it be like this?” Roseanne looked at him with a sigh of relief.

Klein looked down at his dirty and damaged formal attire, and still felt distressed and replied:

“There will always be various accidents in missions, fortunately, Goddess is blessed, and the ending is wonderful.”

“praise the Goddess!” Roseanne devoutly painted a “scarlet moon” on her chest.

Not waiting for Klein to speak, she volunteered:

“Need us to go to the third floor again? Is that sealed item so dangerous?”

“Trust me, it’s more dangerous than you think.” Klein replied with a lingering fear.

If it weren’t for my own “Luck Reversal Ceremony”, I will explain it to “2-049” today!

“Goddess…” Roseanne’s lips are moving. There seems to be a lot of words to say. There are still many questions to ask, but considering captain just waiting, she finally endured the urge to greet Mrs. Oriana and the others to third. Floor – Black Thorns Security Company’s left and right next door, upstairs and downstairs, either belong to the church industry, or live in a devout, ignorant priest.

When all the civilian staff were evacuated, Klein did not rush to the creation room to notify the other Night Watcher. He returned immediately to assist captain and the others to escort the sealed item “2-049”, monster Bieber residue and Antigonus family notebook to the second floor .

Through the partition, Dunn pushed the door of the reconstruction room and told the two Night Watchers playing Gwent card:

“Frye, Gragus, you go to the dock district Tyrell warehouse and help Leonard handle the follow-up.”

“Okay.” Lady Gragus, who had dark hair and a cold expression, got up first.

black hair Blue eyes, pale skin, “Corpse Collector” Frye followed.

They put down the Gwent card and walked out of the recreation room. When they passed the partition, they obviously stopped paused a bit.

“Wait.” Dunn shouted without letting everyone expect.

“Is there anything else?” Sleepless Gragus asked, turning his head unchanged.

“Remember to inform the police and let them block the road. Don’t let anyone close until you handle the scene and carry the body back.” Dunn tapped his forehead.

“Okay.” Gragus turned around and took two steps forward, stopping again.

She turned around and blinked, coldly confirming lightly:

“Captain, is there anything else?”

“No.” Dunn resolutely and decisively replied.

Gragus was invisibly nodded and took the lead.

The chilly and dark “Corpse Collector” Frye still maintains unhurried speed.

Just then, Dunn spoke again:

“Remember, remember to tell Roseanne and Mrs. Oriana that they can come down.”

“It’s okay.” Frye calmed and replied almost without emotion.

Watch two Night Watchers walk out of the gate, climb to the third floor, Klein quietly relaxed, follow captain and Ayre and the others into the ground, go straight all the way, and reach the opposite Chanis Gate.

“You go to the weakons storehouse and come to Old Neil. We need his magical ceremony treatment.” Dunn motioned to the left Sleepless Kenry to open the Chanis Gate while commanding Klein.

As the effect of the drug faded, his spirit gradually faded.

“Okay.” Klein did not wait for captain to add, each minding their own business said, “I will replace the old Neil guarding the weakons storehouse, and I will apply for at least 20 demon hunting bullets, and wait for Sacred Hall’s approval to resist the Antigonus family. notebook curiosity. “

“…” Dunn couldn’t find a language to deal with.

“Captain, is there anything else?” Klein, who finished the answer, asked with a smile.

Dunn shook the head, still can’t speak.

Take the take action stick, turn around the body, take a walk, Klein turns to the weapons store, telling the story of the old Neil who is drinking water.

“It turned into a runaway monster … you also killed an Extraordinary?” Old Neil quickly cleared the table. “I’m like listening to a play script.”

He muttered around the table and pointed to the corridor, not waiting for Klein’s answer.

Klein asked quite curiously:

“Mr. Neil, is there a real therapeutic agent for the church? It still needs the help of the magical ceremony.”

“The medicament formulated with ordinary materials cannot cure the therapeutic effect from the ceremony for a long time. The extraordinary types of materials are very rare, and most of them are not suitable for this kind of thing.” Old Neil explained casually, “You should know ‘ Goddess ‘Gaze’, this kind of potion was the standard and real healing potion when it was first made by ceremony, but every one minute thereafter, the effect evaporates until there is only one point left. “

“So…” Klein was slightly disappointed with nodded.

As a former “keyboard adventurer”, that is, the game hobby, it is a habit to ask for a therapeutic agent.

Watching Old Neil leave, he sat down and felt the peace of mind long.

In such tranquility, he recalled the tragic state of Clown in his tuxedo, the cold-blooded shooting, and the grim wound and the blood pouring from the moor.

Klein’s body shuddered and his heart filled with discomfort. He stood up first, then sat down, then slowly repeated the process and moved around.

“Hu ……” he sighed, intending to find something to do for himself, so as not to always think of those bad pictures.

Klein took off the top hat, took off the dress, took the action and the brush, and carefully cleaned up the dirt and dust on the clothes.

I don’t know how long it took, he heard the familiar Old Neil footsteps – it was made by the heel first landing.

“It’s really exhausting…” Old Neil complained about going into the room.

“You tell others, don’t come here for an hour, I need a certain rest.” He glanced at Klein and casually commanded.

“Why don’t you go upstairs to the rest, I’ll watch over here?” Klein kindly suggested.

Old Neil shook the head :

“It’s too noisy, little Roseanne is a girl who can’t stop.”

“Okay.” Klein didn’t insist, put on his coat, put on his hat, picked up his cane, went back to the hallway, and pulled the door of the weapons storehouse halfway.

Da, da, da, he walked slowly in the empty aisle, and suddenly saw a room beside him that he had never seen before.

“There is a door to the door…” Klein stopped near the corner and looked at the room.

He found that “Corpse Collector” Frye had returned and was inspecting it in detail for a completely stripped body.

The body? Klein moved his heart, gathered courage to approach the room, and tapped three times on the open door.

Hey, hey, hey.

Frye stopped moving, turned his body, and looked over with the blue and cold pupils.

“Sorry, I am bothering you. I just want to know if this is the body of the Extraordinary?” Klein asked in a discreet tone.

“Yes.” Frye’s thin lips were flat, but only spit out a word.

Klein’s eyes crossed him, looked toward the corpse, and found the familiar sputum wound on his forehead.

It’s the tuxedo Clown… Klein is secretly sighed:

“What did you find?”

“No.” Frye replied exceptionally succinctly.

The atmosphere was awkward, Klein was thinking about leaving, and Frye took the initiative to speak:

“If you feel unwell, you can come in and see that you will find this is just a body.”

I’m afraid I have a mental disorder? Klein looking thoughtful nodded:

“Ok.”

He entered the room and went to the long table covered with white cloth and looked at the body.

The red, yellow, and white oil paint on Clown’s face in the tuxedo has been completely removed, revealing a strange face with no features, black hair, high nose bridge, and being around 30 years old.

At this time, Frye went to the square table in the corner and picked up a pencil and a piece of white paper.

He returned to the corpse, put white paper, took a pencil in hand, and shua ~ shua ~ shua ~ drew it.

Klein glanced curiously and found that Frye was sketching the head of the tuxedo Clown.

It didn’t take long for Frye to stop the pencil, and the white paper had a lifelike portrait. Compared with the body, it was just a wound without just a blue pile of pills.

Talent… Klein is surprised and admired:

“I didn’t expect, didn’t expect your sketch is so good.”

“Before becoming Night Watcher, my dream was to be a painter.” Frye’s tone was not ups and downs.

“Why don’t you realize your dreams?” Klein asked with doubt.

Frye put the pencil in his hand and took the portrait of Clown in the tuxedo:

“My father is a pastor of Goddess and I hope that I will also become a pastor. This is a decent career.”

“Have you been a pastor?” Klein asked again.

It is difficult for him to imagine the temperament of Frye as a pastor.

“Well, it’s not bad.” Frye’s expression was indifferent, and the corners of her mouth replied slightly. “Later I met some things, experienced some things, and became a Night Watcher.”

Klein did not go into the details of others’ privacy and asked instead:

“You used to be a pastor of Goddess, so why not choose Sleepless?”

“A personal reason.” Frye frankly replied, “And Miss Daly is a good example.”

Klein nodded, just waiting to open the topic, but heard Frye said:

“You help me look at here, I have to hand over the portrait to captain right away… It is very troublesome to close the secret door.”

“Okay.” Although Klein was afraid of facing the body alone, she still resisted it.

As Frye left, the room became quiet, and the body lay there, weighing heavily on Klein’s mind.

He took a deep breath and approached the long table as if to overcome himself.

The tuxedo Clown lay quietly, look pale, his eyes closed, and lost all his breath. In addition to the scary wound, he also exuded the unique coldness of the dead.

Klein stared for a while, and her mood gradually settled and seemed to calm down.

With a gaze, he found a strange mark on Clown’s wrist in the tuxedo, so he dared to touch it and tried to flip it over to see more clearly.

The icy sensation had just passed from Klein’s fingertips to the brain, and the pale palm, which had lost all vitality, suddenly popped up and grabbed his wrist.

Tightly grabbed his wrist!

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