Lord of the Mysteries v5c54

Chapter 54 Preface
Above the fog, in the grand palace.
Klein saw the scene in the valet's room close to him through the prayer lights of "winner" Nyuni.
The whole Berklund Street came into his eyes a little higher and wider. There were flowers and grass-crowded buildings, a sunshade tree of Ficus edulis, slow-moving, ornate or gorgeous carriages, and young people galloping happily on bicycles.
Eventually, Klein locked in the 39 house, Senator Macht's residence, and lowered his horizon to examine human beings and animals one after another to see if he could find a black-haired, black-eyed man wearing single glasses.
Huh... For the time being, there is no fate dislocation or grafting... Nearly ten minutes later, Klein breathed a little relieved.
Just then, a carriage pulled into the Macht's house and stopped in front of the lobby.
A girl with long dark green wavy hair and bright dark brown eyes stepped down from the carriage and it was Hairouer who went out to his home.
She was wearing a dark green skirt without shoulders, her lips were slightly lifted, and her face was stretched with a little pleasure.
At the sight of such Herzol, Klein gave a sudden crack in his heart.
This is an absolute anomaly!
In Klein's opinion, after the rat demigod encounters Amund's identity, the result is nothing more than two. One is that there is a bottom card. It escapes successfully at the cost of serious injury. The other is that it is attributed to its extraordinary characteristics, which has become Amund's nourishment for growing up his identity. In either case, Hairouer will inevitably find no teacher, and will inevitably be sad and painful. How can you be relaxed and happy when you are depressed and sad?
As she risked the risk of going to the suburban manor to inform the teacher, she was not so indifferent and selfish... Her present state shows that she confirms that her teacher, the rat demigod, has nothing to do, and has even received a certain reward from the other party, perhaps including all kinds of extraordinary world common sense... This contradicts my hypothesis of the demigod's demise. No, it does not contradict. After removing all the impossibilities, all that remains is the truth... Klein leaned back in his chair and had already made a judgement:
Amon not only absorbed the extraordinary characteristics of the rat demigod, but also stole the fate of "he" and replaced the identity of "he".
So, in Hairouer's eyes, her teacher had no accident, just need to hide for a while... After confirmation, Klein breathed silently and relaxed a little.
For him, Amon's most terrifying thing is that no one knows how and how he will appear, which day Senator Macht put on a single glasses, mosquitoes in the garden at the same time turned around, it is impossible, so roughly grasp the identity of Amon will appear, Klein is unavoidable to be down-to-earth. Some.
As for whether Amon would show details in front of Hairouer, Klein believes that it is impossible. After all, this is a king of angels based on fraud. Even if the common sense revealed by him is not the same as that taught by the rat demigod before, he can easily use the excuse of "originally in the test, now officially started". Make a fool of it.
Of course, according to Paris Soroyaste, Armon would never appear as a rat demigod, not carelessly... Klein watched for a second time, took his eyes back and left the fog.
In a semi-open room with a large balcony, he sat in an easy chair, drank black tea with lemon slices in his mouth, half closed his eyes, and thought about how to deepen his connection with Chunas Kolger.
I don't know how long after that, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and opened his eyes.
—— At the level of demigod, he was able to switch his vision purely by his mind.
Almost at the same time, Renette Tinikol came out of the void with four blonde red-eyed heads, one of them biting a letter.
"Whose letter?" Klein held out his right hand as if he were talking to himself and asking questions.
"Sharon..." Renette Tinicole answered with another head open.
Miss Sharon? She should be making final preparations for her promotion. Why did she suddenly write to me? Klein took the letter from Miss Messenger with some doubts.
When he unfolded the letter, he found that there was very little on it, so he had to use a simple line of words:
"Emlin White is looking for the Rose School."
Emlin is looking for the Rose School? Klein raised his eyebrows in surprise.
In his opinion, Emlin was a blood group afraid of trouble. If it was not necessary and even did not want to go out, how could he take the initiative to find the Rose School?
This is definitely not Emlin's intention... Well, as Emlin mentioned before, there's a big bloodline who wants to see him... Is this a new task for him? Stand a good chance! But why didn't he mention it at the Tarot meeting? Well, focusing on disciplinary action, there are other clues, so temporarily suppress the matter? Klein leaned forward thoughtfully, drew a piece of stationery from the tea table and took a pen as Miss Messenger looked in her eight eyes.
He was not curious about what clues Emlin had, because it was very obvious:
Now that Miss Sharon knows that Emlin is looking for members of the Rose School and consulting her common friend, Detective Shylock Moriarty, it means that the blood group must be looking for help from Ian, a black-market arms dealer in the "Brave" bar.
This indirectly indicates that Emlin had found Sharon or Marich in his previous commission, otherwise he could not directly mention the Rose School to an ordinary person.
I don't know enough about the "pharmacist" approach, and I can't judge how Emlin found "grudges" or "living corpses"... Klein crossed his right foot, laid the letter paper on his lap and wrote with a pen brush:
"This should be the task given to Emlin by the high-ranking members of the bloodline, who hate the members of the Rose School who believe in the primitive moon, and move to the other factions of the Rose School..."
At this point, Kleinton added one more point:
"I suspect that the Mother Tree of Desire has the intention to erode the authority of the Moon, but I wonder why the believer of the Primitive Moon wants to join the Rose School. The relationship between the hidden existence and the Mother Tree of Desire seems complex, hostile, cooperative and difficult to guess..."
Put down the pen and fold the letter paper. Klein looked at the messenger lady waiting next to him and laughed.
"How do you know I want to write?"
One of Renette Tinikol's brains answered succinctly:
"Feeling..."
Then the four blonde and red-eyed heads opened in turn.
"You..." "Recently..." "Lively..." "A little..."
"Expressions..." "Ye..." "Enriched..." "Quite a few..."
Klein laughed at himself as he pulled out the box connecting the gold case pocket watch and took a gold coin from it.
"Always wearing a thick mask is not conducive to physical and mental health, through the door of the demigod, more and more attention to this point."
Therefore, if it is not necessary to cover up and disguise the occasion, he has reduced the use of "clown" ability to control their expression times.
Renette Tinikol did not say any more, grabbed the gold coin and answered the letter, and disappeared in place.
As he watched the messenger leave, Klein leaned back and said a few words to himself:
"I wonder if Miss Sharon will use her blood to deal with members of the Rose School in Beckland...
"Miss Sharon's current focus on promotion is not necessarily mixed, but Marich is not necessarily..."
Emlin took off the priest's robe of Mother Earth Church, put on a black suit, wore a silk hat, walked out of the Harvest Church and got into a taxi parked next to the street.
After ordering his destination, he casually cast his eyes out of the window.
At that moment, Emlin felt that his body moved abruptly, leaving its original position at a speed that could pull the shadow out and moving to the side.
Then he saw a figure in the empty sky opposite him.
This is a young man with a white shirt and black waistcoat unfastened. His brown hair is a little messy. It seems that he hasn't been combed properly. His brown eyes are full of depression, as if he is restraining some deep impulse.
Looking at each other's pale as a corpse's face, Emlin raised his chin slightly and smiled with no nervousness at all.
"You finally came to me."
"Aren't you afraid I'm a member of the Rose School, specializing in dealing with you?" The young man's figure was somewhat transparent.
"Hey," Emlin said.
"You think I don't know the history of the Rose School, the abstinence that happened before?
"Well, what's the name?"
"Marich." The young man opened his mouth and answered, "This is the information you got from the senior members of your clan?"
Emlin hesitated for a moment and then said:
"You are smarter than I thought."
In this way, he affirmed his opponent's guess.
Maric took a slow breath and leaned forward slightly:
"How did you find us in Ian?"
Emlyn then leaned against the wall and said with a laugh:
"Human beings have the taste of human beings, and grudges have the taste of grudges."
Maric was silent for a few seconds and then said:
"Do your blood really want to deal with members of the Rose School in Beckland?"
"Important members." Emlin responded emphatically.
"If that's the case, I can use myself as a bait to help you catch members of the Rose School, but I need confirmation." Maric rubbed his eyes and said straightforwardly, "I know you can't make a decision. First you go back to the top of the bloodline and get the promises you need, and then you know where you can find us."
At this point, he handed out a file bag in his hand:
"This is what Ian gave you. Follow up on Ernest Boyar's initial feedback. A number of bounty hunters work together."
Emlin took the paper bag and nodded with rare seriousness:
"Good."