Lord of the Mysteries

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Queens, an inconspicuous house.

Hugh and Folse randomly found a position to sit and look at the entries written on the surface of the blackboard. Mr. A, wearing a robes with a hood, still sits quietly on the sofa in the forefront, watching with a condescending attitude. Everyone.

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff'' formula recipe, 450 pounds..." Hugh read out the familiar content silently, and my heart sighed for a long time.

One of the things she was most afraid of was that she managed to save enough money, and no one sold the formula!

"I got 400 pounds, plus the original savings of 150 pounds, enough...the main material for the follow-up will definitely need a lot of money... Ah, maybe I can change the circle to see if there are any extraordinary people on this formula. Interested..." Hugh suddenly felt refreshed and felt that he had found a way to make a fortune.

Frankly speaking, if it is not urgently needed to buy materials and prepare for the promotion of potions, she will certainly not leak the formula. On the one hand, most people always hope that the extraordinary number of their own sequences is small and special, on the other hand. Since there are more competitors in the same route, the corresponding material prices will be raised a lot, and the subsequent recipes will be the same.

After thinking hard for a while, Hugh slowly became awkward, because it is normal for a recipe to be sold for a long time.

Moreover, the "arbitrator" approach belongs to the sequence of the royal family belonging to the military. All aspects are strictly controlled. The scattered parts are basically derived from a small number of broken nobles. Their formulas are difficult to form a complete medium-low path. Often only one or two of them, plus the control of the main materials, are difficult to obtain, and the extraordinary people who are willing to choose this sequence are quite rare.

There have been a few mysterious circles in Bakerland for a long time, but no "arbitrator" other than her has been found. This aspect may be that the other party is well concealed, and on the other hand, it may be more or more. Less explained some problems.

Huh, think of Fols, I am lucky enough. For a long time, she has not encountered any formulas of the "apprentice" follow-up... Hugh saw Mr. A’s waiter come over, so he wrote Zhang to buy the "Sheriff" The paper strips of the recipe are given to each other.

Not long after, she was led to the study on the first floor. Before getting started, she took a hooded robes from the waiter's hand and covered them.

The sellers in the study are also dressed up, and they can't see each other's looks.

"This is the formula of the 'Security Officer' potion, my money?" The seller asked the paper on the desk with a hoarse voice.

Hume took out the cash that had already been counted several times and pushed it to the other party.

After repeatedly checking the true and false and the total amount, the seller finally released the hand according to the formula.

Hugh immediately stepped forward and quickly grabbed the note.

Her gaze sweeps directly into the main material section, which is the focus of the focus:

"A pair of eyes that fear the worm, the right palm of the silver-white war bear."

All the extraordinary materials that I knew but didn't see anyone who sold them... I took a breath and left the study a little, and took off my robes.

Going back to the living room, sitting next to Fols, and fulfilling a wish, she gradually worries about the name of the unknown and the evil spirits that may be entangled in her own.

"10, no, 20 pounds, no, 30 pounds, please excel in exorcism to help me to do the purification ceremony." Hugh made up his mind, and whispered a few words with Foers, and summoned Mr. A's waiter.

When the rest phase, where they can communicate freely, ends, they see the entry on the blackboard with the one they just submitted:

"It is suspected that the evil spirits are entangled, and ask a friend who is good at exorcism to help, 30 pounds."

After a while, Mr. A’s waiter came to the side of the two and whispered to the living room on the first floor.

There was waiting for a man wearing a white hard shell mask. He looked at the two helpers who wore loose robes and did not know the sex. He whispered:

"I will make a preliminary self-introduction so that you don't doubt my ability."

"No, no, we believe Mr. A." Hooded the face of the hood and said before the opening of Fulth.

She deliberately pressed the scorpion to prevent the childish voice from revealing her identity.

The man with a white hard shell mask smiled and said:

"This is my habit. I am a sun believer. You know, in Beckland, in the whole kingdom, this is not common."

"Only at this time, I can live in a real identity."

Due to the great contradiction between the Church of the Eternal Sun and the Church of the Lord of the Storm, the former has never been able to obtain the right to preach in the Kingdom of Lun.

"The believer of the sun?" Fols's lazy eyes disappeared. "This is the first time I saw a living sun believer! The amount... the higher-ranking diplomats I can't see."

"So should I feel honored?" The man wearing a white hard-shell mask opened his arms and gathered up to make a gesture of praise for the sun.

Flows did not answer his question and turned to smile:

"In the exorcism and purification, the sun's waiter is professional, we are at ease, can start."

The man who claimed to be a sun believer did not squat again, took out a badge with the symbol "Sun", placed it on the central round table, and then lit two candles in a binary ritual.

After completing the predecessor step by step, he was very loud and devoutly sympathetic:

"The eternal sun!"

"You are the light of indestruction;"

"You are the embodiment of order."

"I pray to you;"

"I pray that you will give me the light to purify;"

"Pray for you to dispel the evil spirit."

......

In the resounding Hermes spell, Hugh and Fols saw the pure warm, bright light on the sun badge.

It continued to flow into a tide, flooding the two and drowning them at the same time.

After a few tens of seconds, everything was back to normal. Hugh and Folsch felt warm and comfortable, very comfortable, it was like having a hot spring or sunbathing.

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

Jowood District, Les Police Station.

Klein was squeezing on a very short bench with a bunch of thieves, very decent.

Suddenly, he felt that the position of the back of his hand seemed to be warm, and the coldness of Beckland's night was dispelled.

Looking down, Klein found that the four black spots that symbolize the mysterious space above the fog did not appear.

"Who is so kind, I know that I was a little cold..." He was half joking and half confused.

As a former inspector, he looked at the thief who was tortured on the left side of the pipe, and looked at the drunkard who could spit it out at any time but had been hitting people at all times. He was stunned by the current situation and could not break free.

"There should be another test next, and the success will be achieved... I hope that the police will pay attention to the ambassador and the Zimmergg party, ignoring the problem of the identity of my little detective. In theory, I hope very much. As long as Mrs. Summer, Mr. Jurgen and others did not say anything that would be of interest to the police... well, they and I just met, it is impossible to know too much..."

"Merso's extraordinary characteristics were taken away by me, hidden in the fog, and he did not leave strange places. No one can find that he used to be an extraordinary person, and he would not doubt my strength... Um... more than an hour..."

Klein himself was relieved and saw the former sheriff with a brownish short beard under his arm.

"Sherlock. Moriarty, go to the interrogation room with me." The sheriff told me without explanation.

Coming... Klein secretly said, got up and followed.

Around the corner, the sheriff stopped in front of an iron gate and signaled Klein to go in.

Klein took a breath and spit out slowly, twisting the handle and opening the door.

Inside is a small room, the walls around it seem very thick, with a small table in the middle and chairs on each side.

Under the illumination of the elegant gas lamp on the wall, Klein saw the interrogator opposite, a man wearing a rare black shirt.

He didn't have a vest, he wore a black jacket with a non-dress, his eyebrows were sparse, his blue eyes were cold, his face was like a blade, and he was hard enough to lack enough softness.

The man pointed to the opposite chair and said:

"I ask you to answer."

His voice did not fall, and Klein felt the unimaginable pressure. He felt that there was a flow of current in his own spirit, and he became a thorny whip and continually beat the soul.

This "taste" is painful and numb, as if it originated from the depths of the brain, making it impossible to resist. It can only tremble and the knees become soft.

Klein almost fell, busy holding the small table, sat down, and twitched in the forehead.

This...this is an extraordinary ability... Ordinary people may think that it was the mental problem caused by their own tension and the majesty of the opposing interrogators, but Klein clearly and clearly recognized that this is an extraordinary ability to directly attack the spirit of others. Extraordinary ability!

He was busy recalling the information he had seen before and quickly confirmed the object of doubt:

Sequence 7, "Interrogator" of the "arbitrator" route!

Is the matter transferred to the special department of the military? Klein thought with a little relief.

As long as it is not the night, everything is easy to say.

"You identify these photos and find the ambassador who met with Mersoe." The indifferent black man spreads seven or eight black and white photos on the small table.

Klein only felt that the current whip in the spirit seemed to be lifting high, and he was afraid to tell him with the ultimate pain warning.

Of course, Klein didn't need to lie at all. After a little identification, he went to the trial and officially launched a photo. It was the middle-aged gentleman who was gorgeous and exaggerated and tasted.

The interrogator glanced at it and did not say anything. He asked again:

"Is your previous confession true?"

Like Klein, when he was forced into a dream, Klein remained sober and rational, did not succumb to the "whip" in the spirit, and sincerely replied:

"All true."

The interrogator leaned forward and held his hands on the small table:

"When was the last time I saw Ian Wright?"

"Yesterday, early yesterday morning." Klein said with difficulty, and his forehead pulled out a drop of cold sweat. "I followed Mersor and found the body of the detective Zerrell, because I didn't want to deal with the policemen and Ian to identify the body. After that, he was asked to call the police himself. Zeil’s body was in the sewer entrance at the bottom of the Iron Street in the Eastern District."

After a brief silence, the interrogator finally turned his head, and Kleinton felt that the enormous pressure and the "whip" in the spirit disappeared together.

"You can go out," he said in a toneless manner.

Klein stood up and opened the door without disguising his own emptiness.

He felt that it was more tired than playing with Mersor. With a slight mistake, the mind will be completely crushed. If the other party asks, he will honestly answer anything.

No, if it’s not my own spiritual body, I’ve been tested for proverbs and shouts for a long time. I can keep calm and reason in some situations. I’ve almost lost it... Klein’s back is back to the hallway.

At this time, the former sheriff came over:

"And I will go through the formalities, and Jurgen lawyer is waiting to bail you."

Huh... Klein secretly vomited and completely relaxed.

He knew that the danger had finally passed.

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