Lord of the Mysteries

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After a moment of appeasement, Alan Kreis and Verma Gretis finally calmed the little baby.

Ah... Alan, who was tall and thin, sighed, straightened up, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, nodded to the guests, and took a few seconds to organize the language:

"Sorry, children are like this."

"Yes." Klein responded with a smile and said that he didn't mind at all.

Then he shifted the topic and continued to share what he saw and heard in the things of Bai Lang.

In this process, he once again used the extraordinary ability to let all the ordinary people in the living room fall into the illusion. He picked up the ice cream that had not been eaten, changed the silver spoon, smiled and got up, walked to the stroller, and asked gently. Road:

"Will, want to eat?"

Not waiting for the guy wrapped in silver silk meat to respond, his voice became softer and softer:

"You are born now, you should be able to get a paper crane, so I don't have to visit the house often. You know, it is easy to be suspicious."

Will. Anthony Kris gave him a look and did not answer.

Klein did not back down, took a good quality white paper from the side and put it in the stroller.

Then he leaned down and scooped a little ice cream out of the silver spoon.

"All the gifts of fate have already marked the price in the dark, isn't it?" Klein said with a silver spoon in his hand.

Will lying in the stroller raised his left hand and wiped the face of the tears, and said:

“For the extraordinary people of the ‘fate’ approach, they are all paying for the price list before they wait for the gift.”

Said, the baby of the meat toot grabbed the white paper, the action was a little difficult, and the paper crane was folded with a little sob.

Klein stood in front of the stroller, kept the silver spoon steady, and smiled at the scene.

............

A carriage departs from Pingster Street and heads for the St. Seychelles Church.

When passing through the house at 160 Burke Lund Street, Leonard Mitchell looked through the window and looked at it like a self-talk:

"Dain Dontes is back."

The sound of his old voice was ringing in his mind:

"The fate will eventually meet."

"Old man, after you wake up, it is more and more like a **** stick." Leonard couldn't help but ridicule.

Pales Soloyas smiled twice and did not respond.

After coming to St. Saul's Church, Leonard, led by a pastor, entered the study of Archbishop St. Anthony of Beckland.

Anthony Stevenson wore a black robes with red eyes, deep eyes and no beards. Standing in the shadow of the cabinet, it was like watching the unknown existence in the darkness, and people felt fear without any reason.

"Mr. Archbishop, what do you have to summon me?" Leonard, although not expected, did not go to the standard.

Anthony gently sighed:

"You have made enough contributions to apply for the 'Witchcraft' of Sequence 5, but your 'Soul of the Soul' potion has not been fully digested, so I will take you out of the Soest team. , assign some tasks to you separately."

Leonard responded according to the process:

"You are told."

Anthony picked up a stack of papers on the desk:

"Here are all suspected haunted incidents. You will make investigations one by one, so as to appease rather than purify. If you need assistance, you can draw candidates from the night team that is involved in the area."

"Yes, Lord Archbishop." A similar thing, even if St. Anthony did not tell, Leonard would take the initiative to do it, so he had no opinion about such a distribution.

After picking up the stack of paper, he turned over and over:

"Mr. Archbishop, what is the team that Soest captain is currently busy with?"

Although he spent half a year in the past, he focused on revenge, his face was loose, his heart was closed, and he did not establish a deep friendship with the members of the "Red Gloves" squad, but it was always a side by side to fight through the dangers. Teammates will inevitably be more concerned.

"They are working with Crestair to complete a mission." Anthony Stevenson did not answer in detail.

Lord Sesima also came to Beckland... Leonard did not ask more, and clocked four times on the chest:

"May the goddess bless everyone."

"Like beautiful god." Anthony returned with the same gesture.

Out of the Archbishop's study, Leonard went all the way down, ready to enter the ground, find a quiet room, and list the tasks that need to be done, and mark the order.

On the way, he walked on the stairs, subconsciously looking up at the stained glass window at the height of his eyes.

The sun shines in from there, making the colorful patterns more solemn, allowing the floating dust and tiny flying insects to appear clearly.

Seeing this scene, Leonard slammed the old man's description of Amon. Inexplicably, there was an illusion that the air was full of "the gods."

He trembled inside, and then he had a doubt, and he was busy with the voice:

"Old man, I have a problem."

"What?" Pales Soloyas asked slowly.

Leonard pressed the voice:

"Why didn't you parasitize the flying insects in the first place? They are smaller, more concealed, and can easily escape into the church without worrying about being found by Amon."

"How long does a flying insect live? It is always a huge consumption of the host. It will not only be able to recover a little bit by parasitism, but also make the state worse and life shortened." Les Zorojas snorted.

Leonard was a bit confused and asked:

"What about other creatures? It's relatively long to live, and you can sneak into the church without attention."

Pales Soloyasddon smiled and said:

"You seem to have never put some of what I said in my heart, so I will suffer big losses in the future!

"On the extraordinary road, the higher the sequence, the more madness and loss of control tends to accumulate. This is the essence of traits. It can only be suppressed and confronted, and cannot be eliminated.

"So, for the 'parasitics', the choice of boarding objects must consider this factor. If it is parasitic on ordinary animals, it is only a short-term behavior. If it is a long time, it will inevitably be affected by body structure and hormones, huh, Everything is mutual, isn't it? 'Parasites' can affect the boarding object, and the boarding object will in turn affect him.

"When you are boarding in the body of an ordinary animal, you usually have to talk to someone and don't forget your identity. As a result, the risk of exposure is extremely high, and if you don't do this, you will definitely be a boarding object. Influence, gradually aphasia, confused self-positioning, can't figure out who they are, and are overwhelmed by the tendency of madness and loss of control."

Leonard heard inexplicably and nodded slightly:

"I understand... no wonder you have to choose a boarding object strictly."

"Do you want to boast of yourself?" Pales Soloyasd snorted. "For us, the most suitable parasitic object is undoubtedly the extraordinary person of this approach, and all aspects will be synchronized. Moreover, by cultivating them in a sequence and a sequence, they can also make them a supplement to their extraordinary power, a special medicine for their own state, and take that body for their own sake."

Listening to the old man's rather dull saying of such a terrible thing, Leonard froze and sighed, because it meant that the other party would not do this to him.

Pales Soloas continued:

"The second best choice is the extraordinary of the two ways of 'divination' and 'apprentices'. The absorption of their power will not impose too much burden on the state of the 'parasitics' and can be restored more quickly.

"The difference is that the other way is the extraordinary person with the mind, at least good communication, know how to cooperate.

"As for you, uh..."

Leonard was about to return to the old man. Suddenly he saw a bishop coming down the stairs and quickly closed his mouth and stepped on the handrail to speed up his steps.

............

At 7:30 pm, at 30 Burk Lund Street, the House of Lord Maht.

Klein, dressed in a tuxedo, walked down the carriage and tied the clothes button. In the setting of the light fountain, he entered the foyer and saw Mori Maht wearing olive green uniform, hanging orange red ribbon and wearing the battle medal.

His wife, Liana, wore a strapless dress and smiled at Daun Dontes:

"Welcome to you, our traveller, everyone is waiting for you to share this time in the East."

"So, should I find a newspaper and open a travel column?" Klein responded in a joke.

Mr. Maht is clear that Donn. Tang Tees specifically went to the Southland to do business, and this is due to his introduction, so after looking at each other, he took the initiative and gave a hug and pressed嗓音道:

"Good job!"

Klein nodded with a smile and asked:

“Do you still like gifts?”

He refers to the bottle of wine that can be used to make sour cocktails.

"Great, it is the taste that I miss." Mr. Maht said sincerely.

Klein was waiting to enter the hall, but found something wrong, casually glanced at it, and asked with a little doubt:

"Miss Hailuer is not there?

"Is it already going to school for women?"

Mrs. Liana shook her head and sighed:

"No, she is just sick, and the public school will not go until September."

“Have a cold?” Klein expressed the concern that a guest should have.

Mr. Maht reluctantly laughed:

"No, she was bitten by a mad mouse when she went to the suburbs a few days ago. The wound has not completely healed."

Hailuer was bitten... by a mad mouse... Kline thought thoughtfully:

"Do you go to see a doctor?

"Well, is that mouse caught?"

“The doctor has given her drugs to prevent infection.” Mr. Maht said simply, “The mouse has not been found yet, maybe we have to raise a few cats in the manor.”