Mystery: The Star Key

Even though he was very puzzled as to why these Nighthawks let them go like this, Ignat left the "Blue Tulip Security Company" where the Nighthawks team was located as soon as he got his belongings.

After almost a block away from the Blue Tulip Security Company, he turned his head to look at the little house that looked ordinary.

The Nighthawks were all good, and they didn't take anything from Igna. Let him come and leave.

And they also explained to Igna that they had held funerals for Bendrick and Colt, and explained that Igna could go to the "company" to find them in the future, and they could help him.

"Thank you." Ignace silently took off his hat and bowed in the direction of the Nighthawk.

Although the Nighthawks locked him up for many days, they also made him swear to the token of the Evernight Goddess.

However, Igna also clearly knew that if there was no Night Watcher, he would have been killed by the Asgar man long ago.

The handling of the evil **** altar was not as simple as he imagined.

He was able to survive thanks to the group of night watchmen.

"But let's never see you again." Igna smiled and put on his hat, "I don't want to encounter any more accidents."

Dodging to avoid the oncoming bicycle, Igna walked down the street.

It was nine o'clock in the evening, and even if it was Conston, the traffic in the car began to gradually decrease.

It's just that some bicycles and carriages passed by occasionally, and the bells of bicycles and carriages rang occasionally, making the street a little more lively.

When a carriage passed by, Igna suddenly inhaled the stench of horse urine mixed with the stench of coal burnt.

Igna coughed several times in a row before recovering.

He wiped the tears he coughed up, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh: "I used to think the air quality outside was poor, but now I feel a little kind."

Although there is food and drink in the Nighthawks, the coldness and isolation of the underground are no different from captivity.

"Who is that Cesima? Is the senior deacon very powerful?" Recalling how the other night watchmen in the conference room were very respectful to Crestima Cesima, Igna felt a little puzzled.

He scratched his memory, wanting to see if there were any clues. However, Igna found that the original owner's memories of these official Beyonders were fragmented and could not piece together a system.

Only "don't provoke them" and "the consequences of being caught are extremely crippling" have been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"However, it has already been provoked. And it has been inexplicably developed into a 'believer of the Evernight Goddess'."

"In this world where gods exist, it doesn't seem like a good thing to swear on sacred objects..."

"..."

"But on the bright side, at least after becoming an 'officially certified' 'believer of the goddess', you can 'call the police' for anything in the future, so don't worry." Igna laughed at himself.

Igna looked up at the sky, but there was only a haze above his head, and he could only see the dim light of the gas lamps in the air.

He still felt low. Even when he was free, he was not happy.

"Are there too many uncertain situations?"

"This is a prosperous world of mysticism. It is a last resort to swear for freedom, but is it really the right choice?" Ignat thought, and subconsciously turned to an alley according to his memory.

"Meow meow--"

"Huh?" A cat meow caught Igna's attention.

He took a closer look, only to realize that it was a black cat standing in the corner, meowing towards him.

Thanks to the lights from the windows of the residents in the alley, Igna was able to find this little guy for the first time.

It looked very embarrassed, and the hair on its body was stuck together with wet water and sand.

Although it stood upright, it showed a sense of pretending to be calm, like if there was no one here, it would lie down, and it would no longer have the strength to stand so beautifully.

"Why are you here? Why are you so embarrassed?" Igna stopped, squatted down, and said softly.

He also had a cat in his former home. He was very well behaved and clingy. Igna often talked to it.

"Did it get dirty accidentally?"

"Why don't you go home?"

"Oh, I see, you don't know where your home should be, and you don't know where you should go..."

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As he spoke, Igna's voice became lower and lower.

"Meow~" The cat called again in a low voice.

At this moment, a carriage suddenly passed by and the bell rang. And the church behind Igna tolled the night time bell.

"When-when-when-"

The dull, solemn voice made Igna startled, and he subconsciously looked at the source of the sound.

That's not the church of the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

Igna breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously.

However, when he turned around again, the cat didn't know where to go.

Ignatius sighed sullenly and sniffed.

Walking out of the closed alley full of laughter and laughter, Igna looked up, but suddenly found that in front of him was a lively square.

A bonfire was set up on a wooden frame, and small lanterns were pulled around the tent, which seemed to illuminate the entire square.

Dense drum beats and accordion sounds floated over together with the children's laughter, as if the air was full of joy.

The previous alley was too narrow, and the happiness outside was blocked outside.

The place looked brightly lit, and it was very familiar.

Ignatius is now back in front of the circus where he worked before!

He actually went back to the route back to the circus without noticing it!

Ignat subconsciously took two steps back.

He hasn't decided whether to go back to the circus or not.

After all, the circus wasn't his real home either.

"Well, is that Dalot standing there?" An old voice sounded from behind Igna.

Ignatius turned around abruptly~www.readwn.com~ and saw Matthew Connor.

The head of the circus, he was still wearing his three-piece suit that looked very decent, with a top hat and a cane, as if he had just come back from outside.

Ignat was not ready to meet anyone, so he couldn't speak.

Fortunately, the head of the regiment did not give Igna any chance to speak.

When he saw Igna, he involuntarily gave Igna a huge hug.

With a hint of tobacco and cologne.

The head of the regiment even tried hard to conform to Ruen's etiquette, which made Igna feel a little pain in his shoulders.

"It's great that you can come back..." Igna heard the commander say behind him.

His voice was full of moving emotions, as if after the catastrophe, he could see the surviving family again.

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Thanks a hundred. There is also a quick return, a reward and serious message, catching bugs, and bugs between the two book friends Chengbu Tanglong! thank you very much! ! It feels so good for someone to read the book seriously! ! (At the same time, I found that the two are also mysterious fandom authors. I think we can form a mysterious fandom baboon author alliance hahaha (what the hell))

There are also recommendation votes cast by Yu Ji, Meow Ke, and Bugu Bird every day! thank you very much!

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One Hundred Harvest Celebration Theatre:

Igna (with resentment): Am I your own son? Why did you give me such a set in the first place? Let me be hunted from the beginning, and let me swear to the gods from the beginning.

What about my plug-in? Where is my golden finger? What about my chat group? What about my system? What about my original novel? Where's my grandpa?

You compensate me! ! !

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