Lord of the Mysteries v7c31 - Tencent MTL

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Eric, the high-alert Red Glove captain, trembled for no reason and saw the man who called himself Merlin. The wandering magician of Hermes exploded directly behind the astronomical telescope.

However, there was no spatter of flesh and blood, and the broken limbs disappeared into the air like soap foam.

"." Eric and the prestigious team members were all in a daze, wondering how such a change could have happened all of a sudden.

A second later, Eric whispered:

"evacuate!"

He wanted to lead the team out of the apartment before the danger really escaped.

Just then, another figure came into the open door of Room 403. It was Merlin who had just exploded out of thin air. Hermes.

The wandering magician, wearing a high bowler hat and a black robe, said to Eric and his team as if nothing had happened:

"the root of the problem is indeed the astronomical telescope."

As he spoke, Klein went to the balcony area and patted the astronomical telescope with his right hand.

With another bang, the astronomical telescope was shattered into metal spots, filled with a little foul-smelling cyan-black gas.

After the gray and white fog appeared and faded, the stench was eliminated, the black and blue went away, and the interior of the room completely returned to normal.

". What on earth is going on? " Eric forced himself to forget what happened when he died and asked.

As an experienced "Red Glove" captain, he has some guesses about the truth of the whole matter, and the main purpose of asking questions is to seek confirmation.

Klein smiled and said:

"to put it simply, something happened to this astronomical telescope for some reason, causing the owner of the room to see something he should not have seen.

"if you want to know more details, you can only collect your own clues, I am not sure."

Eric nodded slightly and turned his eyes to his team members, motioning them to continue to explore.

After some busyness, Eric versus Merlin. Hermes said:

"there are not many clues left in the room, and we can only be sure of a few things:

"first, John is a local resident and served in the war, so he seems to have some mental problems; second, he was an astronomy enthusiast a long time ago and joined an academic organization called the Astronomical study Society after the war. But we have not collected any information about this organization before; third, John seems to be looking for a way to see the real starry sky."

When it comes to the word "starry sky", Eric pauses for a moment and seems to have been warned by the upper echelons of the night church.

After the war, he joined an organization called the Astronomical Research Society. Looking for a way to see the real starry sky. Combined with the "experience" just now, Klein had a certain degree of confidence in the matter, so he nodded gently:

"you should all know that starry sky means danger, and you can't even understand it."

"We will report this case to the Archbishop as soon as possible and define Astronomy as a dangerous organization." Eric says it's like talking to a boss who's not directly in charge of the night watchman.

Klein did not respond, walking to the door and sighing:

"the war did have an irreversible impact on all aspects."

After the fall of the "God of War", the original barrier that was already crumbling has lost part of its support, while the "Night Goddess" has not yet fully mastered the corresponding "uniqueness", and I do not know how long we will have to wait to become the "old days." in this case, the erosion of the world by the foreign gods has naturally deepened, which is combined with the war trauma of a large number of ordinary people.

Klein suspects that during the period of post-war reconstruction, many cults pointing to the "starry sky" and different foreign gods have quietly appeared in various parts of Roon, and if they are allowed to develop their followers and make various high-risk attempts, the end will certainly be brought forward.

Sighing, he walked out of room 403 step by step, the figure quickly blurred, became transparent, until disappeared.

At a hotel near Praia Street, Klein, who had already checked in, picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip.

While it was still early, he went out again and took a carriage to the outskirts of the riparian area of Conston.

There is a graveyard with stone tablets standing like a low forest.

Klein walked through the graveyard and found a tombstone relying on spiritual "directions".

The owner of this tombstone is called:

"Welch. McGwen.

This is Klein's original college classmate who died strangely in Tingen because he bought the notes of the Antigonus family, which indirectly led to Zhou Mingrui's "crossing".

Welch. McGwen's father, a Conston banker, paid to take his son's body home and bury it in the graveyard.

Klein gazed at the picture on the tombstone for a few seconds, bent down and placed the bouquet of white flowers in his hand in front of Welch's grave.

He was about to turn away when he suddenly stopped. Twenty or thirty seconds later, an old man with a black walking stick came from the other direction.

Klein knew him and knew it was Welch's father, the Jian Hai County banker who had invited himself and his classmates to dinner.

However, compared with a few years ago, this gentleman is much older than a few years ago. he used to be a very energetic middle-aged gentleman, but now his hair is half-gray and there are many wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, mouth and forehead.

"who are you?" Welch's father looked at the stranger in front of the grave and asked questioningly and warily.

Klein sighed and said:

"Uncle, I'm a friend of Welch's. I happened to be passing by Conston recently."

Welch's father nodded slightly and said in a low voice:

"he is a man who likes to make friends, and I only know some of them."

His remark is actually explaining why the present guest was not invited to the funeral, and I am very sorry for this.

Klein didn't say much, but he looked around and said:

"is there anything you can do for you, or do you have any wishes you want to make come true? I hope to provide a strength. "

Welch's father looked around and said with a bitter smile:

"can you get all the dead here back on their feet?"

It's not impossible, it's just different from what you want to get back on your feet. Klein sighed and shook his head.

"can you get Conston back to what he used to be?" Welch's father asked again with a wry smile.

Without waiting for Klein to respond, he sighed and went on:

"there is no need to help. I can do what I can do by myself. What I cannot do, I can only pray to the gods."

As he spoke, the banker crossed Klein to his son's tombstone, bent down and put down his white bouquet.

Klein looked at his back and whispered to himself:

"I'll do my best."

With that, he turned around and left the graveyard.

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Conston, a bar decorated in the last century.

A man wrapped in a thick jacket, carrying beer, walked to the plank next to the bar and tried to find a part-time job from the sheets of paper affixed to it.

Suddenly, he saw a strange delegated task:

"I am a journalist, and I want to collect stories about the war from different people, preferably through my own experience. I can provide you with the reward of meeting your desire to repair and rebuild your house free of charge. I have sufficient resources in this regard.

"Merlin. Hermes. "

The man subconsciously frowned and felt that the commission was too strange and seemed to be the product of a prank.

"can you read the words above?" A thin man sitting by the plank seized the opportunity and asked.

Among the guests in this bar, only a few can read. Even if they want to look for a job or accept a corresponding commission, most of them can't understand what the paper on the board says, and the bartender can only remember the ones with the highest pay.

Based on this situation, the thin man relied on himself to go to a free school, mastered the common Roon vocabulary, and provided others with an interpretation at a price of 1/4 pence at a time.

This is how he lives.

The man shook his head, indicating that he could read Roon. He pointed to Merlin. Hermes's commission said:

"is it true?"

"really, the journalist is sitting in that corner, wearing a high top hat." The thin man pointed out the direction enthusiastically.

The reporter promised him 1/4 pence for every person he introduced.

The man with the beer fell silent and hesitated for more than ten seconds before he went to the corner and found the man named Merlin. A reporter for Hermes.

"will you really help me rebuild my house?" He asked with a little apprehension.

Klein pointed to the document on the small round table and said:

"We can sign the contract."

". No, even if you just provide some materials, I am very satisfied. " The man sat opposite Klein and said rather timidly, "I don't have a very vivid story."

"just be real enough." Klein nodded slightly and gave encouragement.

The man looked down at the table and said:

"I am a native of Conston. I once had a decent job and bought a townhouse on Tan Chao Street. Later, war broke out and my house was in ruins in a bombing. My eldest son, the child who had just entered the elementary school, was buried in it.

"We had to rent another two-bedroom room until the Fossacks occupied Conston, and they, they dragged my wife away, and she never came back.

"some time ago, I was told to identify the body. I couldn't recognize her. She was so rotten that she didn't look like it, but she still had it in her leftover clothes pocket and our tap water bill.

"she always missed our home when she was renting, and so did my youngest daughter. I don't have much money now and I can barely make ends meet, but I hope to rebuild that house little by little.

"frankly speaking, I don't like to tell others about my misfortune very much. I'd rather be silent, but if I can get help in rebuilding, then I can."

Klein took a pen and paper, pretended to be taking notes, smelled the words and nodded gently:

"your wish will come true. Wait for me in front of the ruins of that house on Tan Chao Street tomorrow."

At the same time, he pushed a Sule banknote over:

"here is the money to buy you a drink."

The man flashed his eyes and seemed to refuse, but finally picked up the bill.

The next day, after sending his little daughter to the ecclesiastical school, he walked back to the familiar low tide street along the familiar road, and then saw the familiar house.

Its chimney, its windows, its doors, and the weeds on its walls have not changed a bit, so familiar that it seems that the next second a beautiful hostess will open the door and lead the two children out to meet their father.

The man was stunned and couldn't believe it was true.

But even if it is an illusion, he is willing to sink into it.

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Several days later, Klein, who had fulfilled one similar wish after another, pushed open the hotel window and raised his hand and snapped his fingers in the morning mist.

In a high-lying city in Conston, Welch's father, dreaming of his dead son and relatives, habitually woke up early and went to the balcony to breathe the morning air.

Under the brilliance of dawn, he saw Lin Lirusen's chimney and blast furnace, and saw one tall building after another.

The former city of Conston completely reappeared in front of him, bathed in the orange morning light.