Mystery: My vest is all over the timeline

Chapter 133 Amon's Courier Has Arrived

"Congratulations, Detective Sherlock, you have a powerful magical item, so you don't have to worry about your lack of attack power in the future." Lynn looked at Klein who was familiar with the devil pistol, and first smiled and congratulated One sentence, and then asked abruptly:
"So the name Sherlock Moriarty is a pseudonym?"

Cough... Klein, who was researching the devil pistol, almost choked on his own saliva, but thanks to the ability of the clown, Mister Fool still said without changing his face: "The name is just a code name, whether I am Sherlock or Closha, It doesn't affect our friendship, does it?"

It's not that Klein doesn't want to quibble, but he knows Lynn's observation ability. Since the other party has said so, he will definitely not believe his sophistry.

"Tsk... Even if you pass the test, I know that the members of these secret organizations like you are all mysterious." Lynn curled his lips, as if he had completely forgotten his superficial identity, and he was also a member of the Moss Penance Order. Members, even forgetting that he is the founder of the Eye of Secrets.

Detective, have you forgotten that you are also a member of the Moses Ascetic Order? How are you qualified to say such things... Klein couldn't help complaining from the bottom of his heart, but he was relieved. Finally, his eyes fell on On the devil pistol in his hand, he felt a little headache again.

A story with himself as the main character... He has never written a book before, but Mr. Secret Keeper said that it is fine to edit it at will, or I might as well bring over the novels I have read before, and then change the main character. It won't be published anyway... Klein suddenly thought of something, and found a certain detective looking at him expectantly.

"Detective Sherlock, as your friend, I have the obligation to be the audience when you need to tell a story!" Lynn said righteously.

Klein: ...

You think I can't see it, you just want to watch me have fun.

How about I just sacrifice the Devil Pistol to the gray mist and take it down when I need it?No, what if something unexpected happens and the devil pistol doesn't work? Let's tell it honest stories every day... Various thoughts arose in Klein's heart, but they were refuted one by one.

Although it is one of the most annoying ways to be an active magical item, Klein currently only has Sequence 8 after all, and he doesn't have a deep control over Yuanbao, so he doesn't know that there is a skill called bargaining with magical items.

Fortunately, this is the case, otherwise the Devil Pistol will probably live a miserable life like a little hunger.

"Sigh..." Klein couldn't help but sighed. He finally glanced at Lynn next to him with an expectant expression, nodded heavily, and said, "Yes."

There is no way, there are really few people Klein knows who are more suitable for this audience, Lynn is one, and the poet classmate is barely one.

But Klein hasn't seen Leonard for several days, but Klein is not ignorant of the whereabouts of his classmate poet.

When Klein returned to the church because of the devil dog, he heard from His Excellency Creste Sesima that the poet student seemed to have taken some kind of bodyguard task because of the involvement of the devil dog, and ran to protect a nobleman. up.

——Of course, the church didn’t know that the Devil Dog was Klein’s masterpiece. Creste Sesima only informed the person in charge of this matter because it involved a certain angel of mystery. aspect of Klein.

Leonard is not here, so Lynn is the only one who can be my audience... Klein sighed again from the bottom of his heart, and saw a certain detective student suddenly pull out a familiar notebook.

If he remembered correctly, it seemed to be the notebook Lynn used to draw.

Then Klein heard Lynn's eager voice:
"May I illustrate your story if you don't mind?"

Klein: ...

You really just want to see my fun!
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. Looking at a Mr. Detective who was eager to try and had the words "I will draw even if you don't agree" written all over his face, he couldn't help but support his forehead and said, "You can draw if you want, but It cannot be passed on.”

Klein didn't want to compromise either, but he knew he couldn't stop a certain detective.

In this case, it is better to retreat as an advance, and to impose some restrictions on the condition of promise.

"No problem..." Lin En nodded without any hesitation. Of course, he would not spread these illustrations. At most, he would use them as a tool to awaken Mr. Fool's humanity when his divinity overwhelmed his humanity.

Ah, I was really far-sighted, and I worked so hard for Mr. Fool to maintain his humanity... Lynn sighed shamelessly in his heart, and suddenly remembered his agreement with a certain big snake.

I don't know when Ourorius will surprise Ah Meng. It stands to reason that with Xiaohong's hatred, Ulorius should not object to such persecution, right?

Lynn thought uncertainly, and decided to step up efforts when he turned around, drawing the other paintings of the persecution of Amon that existed at this stage.

At the same time, somewhere in the Land Abandoned by God.

"Orochi, why are you free to come to me today?" A man wearing a black classical robe, a soft pointed hat of the same color, a monocle made of crystal on his face, black curly hair, black eyes, a wide forehead, and thin cheeks He smiled and said, while speaking, he raised his hand and squeezed his crystal monocle.

This person is none other than the King of Angels, the true only son of the ancient sun god, the blasphemer Amon in the fifth era.

And the person in front of Amon was Ulorius.

Although they are both in the Land Abandoned by God, the Angel of Time and the Angel of Destiny rarely meet each other, especially after Medici was stewed in hot pot, they are basically in a state of being inseparable from each other.

So Amon was really surprised that Ouroreus came to visit him suddenly.

"I'm entrusted by someone to give you a gift." Ouroreus said calmly, expressionless.

"Gift?" Amon's gaze immediately fell on the painting-like thing that Ulorius was holding, because the side of the painting with content was completely covered by Ulorius, so Amon couldn't see the content of the painting clearly. what is it.

But for some reason, Amon suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Yes, a gift." Ouroreus nodded, and then handed the painting to Amon.

The latter took it in doubt, and after seeing the contents of the painting clearly, Amon's expression froze.

During this period of time, the pain that has been obtained one after another, the memory flooded up almost instantly, whether it was the pain of being bombed, or the dark history of being a child by the sealed power, and then being pulled by someone, all made Amon For a moment, I had the urge to destroy the painting in front of me.

(End of this chapter)