Chapter 135 Returning to the Old Place

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With the help of the bestowing ceremony, Klein handed 2,500 pounds in cash and the gold-colored antique mask provided by "The Hanged Man" to Miss Justice. He also used the image of "The World" praying to urge the other party to complete the formula and material transaction as soon as possible.

In the past two weeks, I have spent almost 5,000 pounds. If I did not leave Tingen, this amount of money would be enough to support me in retirement, and my daily life could still be maintained at the level of Mrs. Starling's family... Dolls will ruin your life, drink Three generations of poor medicine... Klein looked at the boundless mist and ancient palace that had returned to silence, feeling quite sad, as if something important had been lost.

He calmed down for a few seconds, returned to the real world, picked up the remaining 1,830 pounds of banknotes on the desk, and specifically counted six 5-pound bills.

Then, Klein took out a thousand pounds and placed it on top of the gray mist. Then he put the 30 pounds in cash into the completely deflated wallet and stuffed it solemnly into the inner pocket of his clothes.

He folded the other 800 pounds into two piles and placed one pile in each pocket.

Immediately afterwards, Klein opened the drawer, extracted two of the five deep-sea Naga hairs that had been brought back to the real world in advance, wrapped them layer by layer in paper, and carefully put them into a hidden pocket in his clothing.

After doing all this, he took his hat and cane, went to the street corner under the light of the gas streetlight at night, took a carriage, and went straight to the "Brave" bar in the Backlund Bridge area.

In the warm and noisy environment, Klein insisted on finishing the glass of Southwell beer he ordered, and then slowly walked through the waves of cheering boxers, left the bar, and got into a taxi.

Feeling the wheels rolling, he deliberately closed his eyes, and suddenly there was a tap on the window in his ears.

Klein's facial muscles moved slightly, he opened his eyes and looked forward, and saw the pale, delicate-looking Miss Sharon sitting quietly opposite.

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Klein smiled and said:

"I sold the information you provided last time for a good price, the one from the Amon family mausoleum."

Sharon said nothing and looked at him quietly.

Klein leaned on his cane and took out two stacks of cash and a small wad of paper from his pocket.

"800 pounds plus two hairs of the Deep Sea Naga, the total value is around 1,000 pounds. This is what you deserve." Klein took a silent breath and handed over the cash and paper ball with a smile.

Sharon glanced at him and reached out to take the two things.

She lowered her head, looked at the items in her hands, and asked in an erratic and unreal voice:

"How much did you sell?"

"2,000 pounds, half per person." Klein chuckled.

If "Mechanical Heart" only gives 1,500 pounds as planned, then I can only pay part of it first... He thought happily.

Sharon turned her bloodless palm, and the cash and paper balls disappeared.

She raised her head, said "hmm" and asked succinctly:

"What's in the tomb?"

"I don't know, I didn't go." Klein did not disclose the help of Magic Mirror Arrods.

At this moment, he felt that if he described that experience in detail, Miss Sharon would definitely hold her chin in one hand and listen intently like she did before.

This "Grudge" lady seems to have a hobby of watching dramas and listening to various rumors... Klein summed it up.

Sharon's expression did not change, she was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Someone is digging a passage to the underground ruins."

"Ah?" Klein couldn't figure out what the other party was talking about.

But he soon understood what the underground ruins in Sharon's words meant.

Um? Is anyone else digging tunnels there? The evil spirit inside has left, and he must have taken everything with him when he left. What else can he find if he goes now? Could it be that I can’t afford a tomb?

Cold sweat broke out on Klein's back, and then inspiration suddenly burst out:

"That baronet?"

He had forgotten the name of the hidden descendant of the Tudor dynasty. He only remembered that he still had the title of baronet and lived on Silveras Street where the Backlund Police Department was located.

"Yeah." Sharon responded affirmatively.

"What is he looking for? Doesn't he know there's an evil spirit inside? Doesn't he know that all the previous Extraordinaries in his family died inside?" Klein asked a few questions as if talking to himself.

Sharon sat quietly and answered seriously:

"I don't know if he knows."

"...How long does it take for him to dig through it?" Klein asked after careful consideration.

"For two to three months, he will be alone for the time being." Sharon gave her own judgment.

Phew, Klein let out a small breath and said:

"By the way, I have one more thing to tell you."

Sharon turned her eyes to him calmly.

"The underground ruins are already empty."

"Empty." Sharon repeated this sentence, and Klein could hear a trace of doubt in it.

Klein didn't know how to explain this, so he could only express sincerity and innocence as much as possible: "I kept the agreement and didn't mention the ruins to anyone. And, you know, I don't have the ability to enter there, or even It’s difficult to save one’s life.”

"I got the information from one of my private sources, which was empty, with nothing left. I tried to verify the authenticity, and paid a heavy price, and the information was confirmed to be true."

Sharon looked at him without any emotion. Klein suddenly felt in danger, and everything around him seemed to be suddenly hostile to him.

But after just a few seconds, the feeling disappeared.

"Yeah." Sharon didn't ask him what preparations he wanted to make. His figure quickly faded and disappeared into the car.

Klein leaned back against the compartment wall and felt relaxed.

I won't get involved in anything else before I'm promoted to "Faceless Man"! He warned himself in his mind.

The ingredients for the "Faceless Man" potion have been ordered and are just waiting to be "shipped"... All foreign debts have been paid off, and there is a balance of one thousand pounds, so there is no need to worry about anything... His mood is like settling in sparkling wine, Occasionally, a little joy surges up silently.

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Amon took a car to the outskirts of Backlund. After stealing distance several times in a row, he flashed to a suburban manor area dozens of kilometers away.

He took a few steps forward and found that the extraordinary power in his body was slightly suppressed. He did not resist, but restrained his spirituality and took the initiative to contact the other party according to the method in his memory. As expected, he successfully created an extremely hidden connection with something. After making contact, he realized that he had arrived at the outskirts of the Aurora Society, within the range of the "Lock of Forbidden".

Amon pinched his eyes and continued walking forward calmly. Not long after, the wrought iron gate outside the manor opened automatically, and the man standing in the shadow bowed to him.

"My name is Kesma, and I am honored to serve the Lord." Seeing Amon looking over, the Dark Saint bent his waist deeper, "I am flattered by your arrival, Your Highness Amon."

The Dark Saint plays the role of the owner of this manor, so he wears exquisitely made clothes, with complicated and elegant patterns on the coat, a meticulous tie, and a sparkling tie clip inlaid with gems.

Kesma is very devout in his faith. He was still very young when he became a saint, and he looks to be only in his twenties or thirties now. He is very suitable to be an unknown young wealthy businessman, manage a huge manor, and then rely on his mysterious His identity has become the talk of the social season.

Amon had no impression of this person. He vaguely remembered that he was a hard-working staff member of the Aurora Society. Normally I can't see my face and clothes clearly when hiding in the shadows, but now I have changed my outfit and stood in the sun and still can't recognize him. He didn't know how to respond to this theoretical "ontology-limited" title. It wasn't until he entered the door that he nodded slightly:

"Um."

"I've come to say goodbye to my father."

This sentence made Kosma's heart tighten, whether it was a father or a farewell. He followed Amon step by step, staring at the shadow of the Son of God, as if he saw the scene where everything he was experiencing now became the content of the future holy book.

He asked in a somewhat excited tone: "I understand, do you need me to take you to the indoor church used for private prayer?"

That is an indoor chapel that only the top three in the monthly selection and His Highness the Red Angel can enter...? Amon stole such a thread of thoughts from Kosma's mind. While marveling at the current style of the Aurora Society, he also gained a deeper understanding of his identity in the eyes of others.

He shook his head and said: "No. I will go directly to see my father."

While they were talking, they had entered the open space in front of the main entrance of the manor, and gardeners were arranging the flowers and plants on both sides.

If you look closely, you will see that the spiritual brilliance of this gardener fluctuates, his expression is sometimes pious, sometimes serious, and sometimes crazy, and he keeps mumbling to himself. He should be a low-sequence extraordinary person. It seems as if he has just been promoted, or he may not be able to control his abilities well. Naturally, in this state, he was unable to complete tasks and gain credit, so he was assigned to prune flowers and plants and expand the details of the manor.

Amon found it interesting and took a few more glances as he passed by. Kesma couldn't help but look over, and saw the believer suddenly turned his head, wearing a monocle on his right eye, and smiled at him.

Kesma was shocked, and then saw the monocle falling off naturally, turning into powder and disappearing in the air. The believer was stunned for a few seconds, looking around blankly, and continued to clear the weeds while praying to the true Creator.

"Where does father usually live?"

Seeing that Amon didn't take the incident into his mind at all, the Dark Saint immediately thought of the special title "God of Mischief" mentioned in the holy scripture. He praised the Lord in his heart, and then answered respectfully:

“The Lord’s dwelling place is behind the temple.”

The god of mischief? Yes, the main body does prefer the title "God of Mischief" to "Angel of Time"... This person has many ideas, but on the surface he is very calm... Amon asked casually:

"Hasn't the small temple you spent a lot of money to build already been smashed by the church? Has it been done again here?"

The Dark Saint paused for half a second and said in an unchanged tone: "Yes, Your Highness Amon. Although it costs a lot, it is only a drop in the bucket compared to the importance of inheriting the glory of the Lord."

"No matter how many times it is buried, slandered, or destroyed, now that we have received the revelation, we must spread it."

"Human beings are so persistent."

Amon deliberately spoke sharply, but he did not steal anger or dissatisfaction with his words from Kesma's heart. He couldn't help but asked curiously: "Humans build their residences very luxuriously because they want to show off their wealth. So is this the same idea when you build a temple? Show off the resources and financial strength of the Aurora Society? But my father doesn't live in the temple. inside."

"That's not the case, Your Highness Amon. This is our way of showing our respect for the Lord."

"Wealthy believers contribute gems and gold, and poor believers contribute candles and lampstands, even one or two tablecloths, and wood for a chair. There is always something that can be contributed."

“Whatever is offered is proof of the believer’s piety.”

"But the first thing people see is often the luxurious decoration. This is the most direct awe - the awe of money. Then they realize that the church with such assets has absolutely many believers."

Amon was intrigued by this topic and turned to ask Kosma: "Then what did you contribute?"

Kesma smiled proudly but unassumingly: "I contributed the three candles on the altar."

"Sounds ordinary."

"That's not the case. It was a candle I made with my own hands using fire and dried grease."

There was a crazy color in Kesma's eyes. At this moment, from the content of his speech to his demeanor, he looked exactly like a normal person's impression of an Aurora Society believer:

“It is my greatest honor to place my flesh and blood and anointing oil as a candle before the Lord!”

“Praise the Lord, praise you, Lord behind the curtain of shadows!”

After speaking, he looked around cautiously, lowered his voice and closed his eyes to pray: "Praise you, you are the ruler of the vast star realm."

The ruler of the vast star realm is really missed... No, I shouldn't miss him. Neither the word "miss" nor the emotion belong to me. I was born more than five hundred years ago. I have never seen the glorious era. It should be my own thing to miss it. After I returned to Amon, was I influenced by my occult connection again? Will I begin to lose sight of myself and become as much a part of myself as the fingertips of my being again?

The replacement of another Amon's identity is imminent.

So should I be...happy? No, with his father's current state, can the "Ruler of the Vast Star Realm" really point to him? Maybe this is just a way to connect oneself with the Creator and act in advance...

This is very strange. The more you remind yourself, "I was once the Creator," the more you prove that you are different from the Creator, right?

After going crazy intermittently, Kosma quickly adjusted her facial expression, returned to normal, and continued to lead the way.

"The temple is in a hidden corner on the second and third floors. We opened up the two floors, reinforced them with cement, and used the sealing properties of this house to hide it. If you want to go, I can Take you there."

"oh."

Amon was lost in thought and unknowingly followed Kesma to the door of the house.

Kesma walked up the steps first and opened the door for Amon. Just as Amon was about to go in, he suddenly saw flames rising to the east of the manor, and there was an explosion, accompanied by curses and roars.

Amon looked at Kosma with questioning eyes.

Kesma responded to Amon with eyes that could see through the world of mortals: "That is His Highness the Red Angel, and he is training his subordinates."

"When did He have men?"

"The Lord has prepared everything a long time ago. He is our compatriot of the Iron Cross." There were no outsiders here, so Kesma made a cross on his chest. "Although there are occasional differences in ideas between us, in the end we are all the same." Lamb of the Lord.”

"So, on the third day after His Highness the Red Angel returned, after obtaining the Lord's permission, I gave a message to the Iron-Blooded Cross and asked them to take the initiative to meet the great God of War, their future leader."

...You may sound kind on your lips, but why are you complaining in your heart that the Iron Cross is brutal, rude and unreasonable? It clearly despises the management system of the Aurora Society and often deliberately stirs up troubles? Since you need to complain rather than suppress with force, it proves that the strength of the people from the Iron-Blooded Cross is no less than you. It is normal for Medici to be unconvinced by his current appearance... It is said to be an audience, but as expected, the hunters are still a bit prickly. of.

Amon put one foot on the door frame entering the house and turned the other foot to the east: "I want to take a look."

"Okay, please go this way."

After walking a few hundred meters, Amon came to a place that looked like it had once been a glass flower house. It was now the ruins of a glass flower house. There were flowers, but not entirely. There is glass, but not entirely. All you can see are broken walls and dark, melted glass. It looks like the compensation costs are staggering.

This area covers an area of ​​one to two hundred square meters. The ground is filled with a lot of ashes, red cracks, high temperatures and hot rocks. It looks like it has become an activity place for hunters.

I saw a red-haired man sitting on the half-collapsed glass flower house roof - on the thickened and widened steel structure beams, with his elbows on his thighs, supervising the other three hunters with a shabby expression and aloofness.

Supervise their steps.

TBC

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The Aurora Club set after a long time.