Lord of the Mysteries

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The atmosphere in the living room, where only one candle shines, is as silent as solidification.

After a few seconds, the man who was suspected of "pharmacist" muttered:

"Why don't you leave an address? So I can get something from your body."

Seemingly cursed, in fact, persuaded... Klein pretended not to understand, looking at the "black snake" road:

"No gambling, I am not alive, I am gambling, at least there is still a little hope."

"I won't sit and wait for the advent of death."

Upon hearing this sentence, the old man of "The Eye of Wisdom", which was to be opened, closed his mouth because he could not provide other hopes.

"I appreciate your character!" "Black Snake" haha ​​laughed.

"I also appreciate it. I used to have several friends in this personality. I am going to put a bunch of flowers in front of their tombstone every year." The man suspected of "pharmacist" whispered and sneered.

He did not care that the "black snake" could fight more than himself, and he would say what he wanted to say.

Mr. "Pharmacist" must have suffered from his temper... Klein secretly grateful.

He handed the iron cigarette case with the extraordinary characteristics of the "hunter" to the waiter who brought him in and watched the other person walk to the "eye of wisdom".

The old gentleman counted 400 pounds of cash from the suitcase next to him and let the waiter give it to the "black snake."

"Black Snake" looked at it casually:

"I believe in the ‘eye of wisdom’.”

He took out a small wooden box from his arms, bent over to the ground, pushed hard, and let the items slide in front of Klein, without passing the waiter.

As soon as Klein's fingers touched the surface of the box, a slight auditory hallucination occurred immediately at the ear, creating a sense of dizziness caused by severe bumps.

For him, this is not an unacceptable thing, and the degree is not even comparable to the illusory voice that "Justice" and others pray for.

After sitting up again, Klein carefully opened the wooden box and saw an "ear" inside!

This ear is like a real thing, but the skin is black and black, and there are several places where it rots green.

"How can I use it?" Klein asked.

The "black snake" answered casually:

"If you hold it without gloves, you are using it. Oh, you better go home and try again. Try it when you are alone."

Klein didn't ask more, closed the box, put it in the pocket, and deliberately smiled:

"It makes people feel dizzy."

After a brief silence, the man suspected of "pharmacist" suddenly shouted:

"I want to buy the medullary crystal of the Fountain of the Elves. Who has it?"

No one answered when the voice echoed.

"Pharmacist" licked his lower lip and shouted:

"Really, I don't ask every time."

"Maybe you can book a ticket to the island of Sunia." "The Eye of Wisdom" smiled and smiled.

"The Spring of the Elf" is also known as the "Golden Spring of Sunia". From the name, it knows where it is produced. The water of the "spring of the elves" is common. It is a spiritual thing. The medulla is crystallized, but it is an extraordinary material. Easy to buy.

After that, there were several transactions in the party, and the old man of "The Eye of Wisdom" took the hand:

"Come here today, by convention, leave one by one, three minutes apart."

One by one to leave... three minutes apart from each other... Is this afraid of someone going out to track or even rob other party members? Klein received the "eye of wisdom" prompt, stood up, and led by the waiter, left the living room and came to the gate.

He took off his robes with a hood and gave it to the other side. Then he followed the road in memory and returned to the back door of the "Brave Bar", then removed the iron mask and walked through the kitchen, in the noise of the dog. I saw Casper standing outside the card.

"You can come back, I feel very happy." The red-nosed old man was obviously relieved, and the sly wound on his face seemed to be shaking.

Klein moved closer and pressed down the voice:

"Is there still such a party after that?"

"It seems that you didn't get what you want, the storm is on, I don't think you need to waste any more time." Casper swept a customer who didn't worry, "Maybe it's a few days later, specifically I don't know, see if you can catch up."

Klein nodded and asked:

"Is Maric?"

"Do you want to try to convince him? No, it only irritates him!" Casper screamed. "He is in the card room behind you."

No, I am not going to convince him, but to try to stay away from him, lest his living body rebel... Klein touched the Azick copper sentry in his pocket:

"I understand."

He immediately left the brave bar and returned to Minsk Street after a round of one-room room in the Eastern District.

In the card room, Marić Stud had all the chips and turned the cards with confidence.

He has three K, a pair of 9, and the opposite of his living corpse is a pair of 6, one 8.

Suddenly, the living corpse took the initiative to show the cards, a pair of 6!

This game, four 6 wins!

The pale-looking Maric squatted there, and immediately felt the eyes of all the living corpses around him looking cold and faint.

A few minutes later, he volatility left the card room and almost fell to the door, and his subordinates often fell in the house.

"Before the early morning, don't let people in." Maric looked at the stunned Casper, hoarse.

He pulled out a white handkerchief and wiped his mouth. It was quickly dyed with a blue-red color.

After getting a positive reply from Casper, Maric casually found a chair and sat down. He asked for a barrel of Nanweier beer, his eyes sighed straight and sluggish for a long time.

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

At 15 Minsk Street, Klein stepped back to the room and pulled the curtains.

After waiting for ten minutes and confirming that there was no spiritual light around him, he began to summon himself and responded to himself, carrying the black ear with the wooden box and carrying it into the mysterious space above the fog.

The illusory crimson star is dotted below, without the slightest flash. Klein sits at the top of the old long table and opens the wooden box.

This time, he didn't have any auditory hallucinations or dizziness. The boundless fog seemed to isolate all the foreign sounds.

Klein was relieved and had a lot of confidence and confidence in the security of the next attempt.

He moved his mind, blocked his hearing, and did several experiments to confirm the effect.

Not bad... Klein nodded with satisfaction, reached out and grabbed the black ear with only decay marks.

The cold, slippery touch came into the brain, and he did not hear the sound of the great existence described by the "black snake."

"Is completely isolated? This can't be done... It's not easy to use..." Klein wondered and thought about what to do to motivate the effect.

After a dozen seconds, he has a paper-and-paper pen, intending to imitate the process of peeping into the "eternal sun".

That time it was with the blood of God, looking directly at the eternal sun. This time it was only the items left by the "listeners", certainly not so dangerous... Klein wrote down the divination statement:

"The source of this item."

He took a breath, held the black ear, leaned back and meditated on the divination statement.

After seven times, his eyes turned deep and he entered the sleep.

In the blurred, broken, gray world, Klein saw a man struggling on the ground. He rolled and screamed, his eyes protruding, his body swelled into a balloon, and countless hairs became black and long.

Then, a voice of evil to the extreme filth was introduced into Klein's ear, and he was instantly woken up.

Unlike the slang and slang before entering the mysterious space above the fog, this sound is more penetrating, more purposeful, and more proactive!

Klein grabbed his ear and isolated the follow-up, but the voice echoed in his mind.

He saw his blood vessels and blue veins protruding, and it seemed to become a creepy, thick snake.

boom!

His blood vessels burst open, the blue veins broke away from the body, and spread out into a slippery tentacle full of evil patterns. The fog was slightly sloshing, giving the giant's residence-like palace a little signs of corrosion.

Unlike the eternal glory, Klein still has reason, no tumbling, he clenches the handrail and endures.

After a few seconds, the swaying fog returned to calm, and the evil voice echoed in Klein's mind completely subsided.

The root "tentacle" fell and his wound began to heal quickly.

"It's a dangerous thing to deal with the gods, no matter which way... Fortunately, this time there is no face to the 'real creator', or else the madness and loss of control will probably survive and affect the real world body..." Klein leaned against the back of the chair and silently laughed at himself.

This process was basically in his expectation, and the whole did not exceed his control.

The only thing that surprised him was that the “real creator” seemed to be stronger than the “eternal yang”...

Just as Klein's thoughts were about to diverge, he saw that the black ear in the palm suddenly collapsed, turning into a small spot of light, a light black spot.

Return to purely extraordinary characteristics? Klein was puzzled, and the corner of his eye was aiming at the root of the tentacles with the evil pattern on the ground, which was the madness and loss of control that was stripped from him.

These tentacles are gradually transparent and will soon disappear.

Klein suddenly flashed a light, and sprinkled a small, light black spot in the palm of the hand against the slippery tentacles.

The illusory black air rises and turns into a sky with lightning passing through, and the background is rich and dark.

All of this quickly disappeared into Klein's eyes, and there were many iron black spells with symbols, magic signs, evil patterns, and twisting numbers on the ground.

Klein stooped to pick up, only to see that there seemed to be a seal of the mad man.

With the help of divination techniques, he reluctantly interprets the use of this spell from the revelation, that is, letting the opponent hear the terrible embarrassment and the infection is crazy. As for the final result, it depends on the target's resilience in this respect. If you are strong, you may get the benefit. The price is to become a "real creator". If you are weak, you will collapse on the spot and scream at death.

"Just call, ‘dirty language’...” Klein whispered and set the opening spell.