Lord of the Mysteries

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"Moon Puppet"... Fuls thought in a move, took back the divergent attention, and looked sideways at the party members who had just spoken.

The gentleman wearing an iron black mask has taken out a small puppet and showed it around:

“One of my friends found a small tomb in the depths of the Pass Valley in the South Continent. This puppet was inserted in the right eye of one of the deceased.”

Like other members of the party, Firth carefully examined the puppet and found that it was slender, and the overall shape was more like a small wooden pile carved with crescent moon-like eyes and mouth, encrusted with dried hay and flowers. .

It didn't look special... Fols groaned in his heart, and the inspiration didn't touch anything. The pen in her hand was still hovering over a copper-green notebook.

The gentleman wearing a black mask continues to introduce:

"I and my friends have not been able to confirm the role of this puppet, just suspect that it is not so simple, perhaps hiding a small secret.

"60 pounds, as long as 60 pounds, you can buy it, the price is very fair, even if it really has nothing to do with the mysterious field, it is also a good antique, can be worth forty or fifty pounds.

"That is, spend 10 pounds to buy a surprise, for you, it's just a small sum of money."

Very tempting rhetoric, this gentleman should be a successful salesman, but I don’t even have 10 pounds... At the same time, Folsie laughed at himself and thought that there should be no one to buy the so-called "moon" puppet".

Her thoughts just came out, and she suddenly heard a deliberately depressed woman sing:

"50 pounds."

Is this too rich and willing to gamble on luck? Folth subconsciously turned his head and looked at the party members who spoke. He saw the lady wearing a hooded robes and her face hidden in the shadows.

At this time, the owner of the "Moon Puppet" laughed:

"Then I prefer to keep it myself, maybe when I can find it special."

As he spoke, he found that no one else had increased the price, so the front turned:

"Of course, as a gentleman, since you express your cravings and the price is reasonable, then I am willing to satisfy your wish."

"The deal." The hooded lady responded with a sigh.

Soon, the waiter of the party master helped them complete the transaction, and Fols noticed that the lady had a slight trembling when she got the "moon puppet".

She attaches great importance to this item... She may really know the speciality of the puppet... the moon puppet... the moon... from the Southland... Fols suddenly has associations, remembering the one that Mr. Moon hopes to find. Several "primitive moon" believers, a little doubt that one of the hooded ladies was one of them, or there is a connection.

Of course, she has no evidence, and even the reasons for speculation are not strong enough.

Huh... Fuls sighed silently and decided to find a way to verify it.

She looked at the hard-shell notes in her hand and presented a yellow-brown parchment.

The paper is printed with various lines, deep or shallow, which form a strange picture of unclear and simple mystery.

This is one of the pages of the Lemano Travel Notes, which records an extraordinary ability.

It was not the one that Foers later found the opportunity to record, but one of the five pages that existed.

Fols raised his head and pretended to observe other people's transactions, and all the circumstances beside the lady wearing the hood were included.

She noticed that there were only dark brown spotted mosquitoes on the nearby wall, and unknown insects crawled slowly on the ground.

Fowl's fingers slipped naturally and lightly through the dark patterns on the yellow-brown parchment, and there was a complex symbolic shape in his mind.

There was no sound and no abnormality. She felt that she had "read and understood" the spotted brown mosquito, and her own thoughts were connected with the other's thoughts.

The spotted brown mosquito flew up and flew very low.

It wraps around the lady wearing a hood and carefully sticks it in front of the other person.

The vision of the spotted brown mosquito is different from that of human beings. It forms an incomprehensible sight in the mind of Firth, but it quickly disintegrates and recombines, drawing a corresponding normal picture:

The hooded lady has a softer outline, a darker complexion, a slender eyebrow, and a drooping corner.

Fols immediately recognized each other. She is the "primitive moon" believer Windsale Belling that Mr. Moon wants to find!

A valid clue of 100 pounds, directly locked to 500 pounds! Fols recalled the content of the reward, and his heart was burning.

Her first reaction was to drive the spotted brown mosquito, which normally bites Windsor Bellin and **** her blood, so that she can then directly lock the opponent's whereabouts with "astrology."

However, after she struggled for a while, she gave up on this idea because it was the most taboo act of the extraordinary party. As long as it was discovered, it would definitely be besieged by all party members to death.

The convenor of the party always has a good strength, too much too much fire, it is easy to be noticed by the other side!

Well, I’m earning £100. After that, I have an extra chance to consider the problem of direct locking. I have to leave the party early and apply the blood to the surface of Lemano’s travel notes so that I don’t get lost. It’s dangerous. ... Fols suppressed the lost emotions and made the final decision.

In fact, her behavior has already been a little over the line, which made her not want to stay too much.

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

Hilston area, an upscale hotel.

Klein stood behind the convex window and quietly admired the high moon and the thin clouds.

I don't know how long it took, he took care of the white hair of the horns and stretched out the curtains.

Then, he was busy moving the radio ticker back to the real world and pre-distributing most of the taste.

This time, he only waited for ten seconds, and he felt that the room was getting dark and dark, and he heard the sound of the radio ticker.

Klein moved closer and saw a piece of illusory white paper spit out, written in Lunwen:

"Great master, please see the right side!"

On the right... Klein turned his head in a funny and puzzled look and looked to the side.

He looked around and placed a full-length mirror that had become dark and seemed to be painted with ink.

Klein’s thoughts had just flashed, and the whole body mirror was bright, and there was an illusory fireworks in the air that rushed into the air, falling and falling, gorgeous and gorgeous.

At the same time, a row of golden Luen appeared in the center of the full-length mirror:

"Welcome back, my great master!"

At this moment, although the "mirror mirror" Arrods did not make a sound, but Klein inexplicably felt that it was shouting screaming.

The fireworks subsided, and the golden words were distorted and reorganized to form a new text:

"The great master, your humble, loyal servant, Arrods, wants to ask, is there anything that can help you?"

Klein is very accustomed to this and is proficient in speaking:

"answer my question."

The golden words are reorganized again:

"Thank you for your answer, you can ask questions."

Klein was prepared to say:

"Where did the evil spirits in the underground ruins of Williams Street go?"

On the whole body mirror, the golden words solidified for a few seconds, slowly disappearing, and the background of the fireworks was blurred first, then clear, and transferred to another scene.

The scene was an abandoned chapel, covered with withered vines, strewn with gray stones and feces from birds and beasts.

Klein was quite familiar with this, and that was where he and Miss Sharon talked with the evil spirits.

As the picture zoomed in, Klein saw a small, deep pit in the corner of the chapel that was half-collapsed, with visible finger-slipping marks on the inside.

"Magician" mentioned this point... Klein’s thoughts surged, and a cold and ridiculous voice came from the picture:

“Happy cooperation!”

As the words permeated the soil, the scene suddenly became blurred and turned into a disturbed water surface, which eventually shattered.

Happy cooperation... evil spirits. Who is talking about cooperation and happiness?

The angel polymer that can make a "hunter" approach speaks in this tone. The opposite person should not be low, and may even reach the angel level. But why should he use his hands to dig holes? He should have more ways to be more relaxed and not to waste time...

The angel itself is also restricted? Well, like the old grandfather in Leonard's body? By the way, Leonard was at Beckland! This is a clue, but there are other possibilities, the angel step is not equal to the angel...

Who is the evil spirit who manipulated Pound from the baron? In this way, the insults of Intis and Fossack are the smoke bombs deliberately put into the evil spirits. It is worthy of being a "conspirator"... Klein’s mind flashed one idea after another, turning to the mirror "Arrods Road:

"The second question, I have three family members now. Who do you think is more appropriate?"

The golden Lunwen words emerge one after another:

"If you choose Ribeck and Walter, there are some extra developments, Asnia is the most professional and the most 'normal'."

Um... the two of the Dukes of Nigan and the Conrad’s family have an extra point... Klein’s thoughtful thoughts are:

"You have asked questions."

At this time, the golden words suddenly poured out a bunch:

"Great master, what do you think of me as a steward? As long as you can take me out of the Steam Church, I can be the best steward in the world!"

... Klein hesitated for a second and replied euphemistically:

"Not yet suitable."

The golden words on the whole body mirror became faint, and immediately excited and glowing, creeping and reorganizing:

"Ok.

"Alohas, your loyal and humble servant, will wait patiently."

Then, a complex pattern appeared on the whole body mirror with explanatory text:

"This is a rune consisting of a corresponding symbol and a magical sign. The great master, if you are still at Beckland, writing it on paper is like telling me to come."

Representing the secret and peeping symbolic combination... Klein slightly recognizes:

"it is good."