Lord of the Mysteries

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Almost instinct, Klein bent his knees sharply, swaying his back and rolling in the other direction, the direction of the bathroom door.

Hey!

A black feather arrow was inserted on the sink. The arrow was like a bone, with a blue color. It was beautiful.

If Klein just hesitated, he must not escape this sudden attack!

Rolling a little, Klein explored his pocket and tried to pull out a few tarot cards.

But at this time, he only felt a rush of wind, and the corner of his eye saw a black figure moving at high speed, deceiving him in front of him, and tightening his instep, kicking from the bottom to the top. .

Klein couldn't help but quit, and he gave up the idea, elbows, and blocked the attack.

With a bang, he only felt that the entire left arm was suddenly numb, and the body was difficult to contain it, just like the middle class's favorite tennis squash and the football that is currently popular among the bottom workers.

Great power! Klein was in a tight heart, panicked and adjusted his body in the air, changed his posture, and barely maintained his balance, just like performing acrobatics.

Snapped! Hey, hey... At this time, the bark-colored blowpipe just fell to the floor of the bathroom, and it bounced back and forth from the door to the door.

Klein had just stretched out and stood still, responding to the subsequent attacks, and suddenly flashed a picture in his mind:

The enemy in black was faster than he had imagined, arriving faster than he expected, swaying his arms and punching his chest.

In the twinkling of an eye, Klein's body reunited and turned a half circle, like a small ball that continued to fall and was constantly being thrown away.

Snapped!

On the lower part of his head, he reached out and pressed to the ground. The scissors opened his legs, and the fists of the black people failed to hit anything, passed through the gap and blew the air.

The fist that originally targeted the chest, after Klein reversed his body, could only hit his legs, and his legs could be opened.

With one push and two legs down, Klein jumped agilely to the other side and finally stood firm.

Snapped!

He also has time to look at the enemy, and the black figure has been sideways, bringing a strong wind.

Respond quickly! Klein was busy with his arms and was in front of him.

In the muffled sound, he seemed to be hit by a black bear. It was hard to bear the strength of the pound. He could only retire and recede, and his arms almost lost consciousness.

At the same time, Klein finally recognized who the attacker was.

His skin is black, thin and fine, and his eye sockets are deep. It is the "sentence man" of the Zmanger party, Melso. In the morning, he came to Mollyso who was the detective of Moriarty!

Hey! Mersau looked at the fierce light, chasing it up, and waving his arms, or left hook, or right swing, launched a stormy attack.

Klein's strength is clearly different from the other side. He can't face the fight. He relies on agility and premonition to barely escape this set of combination punches.

No! Must play my advantage! Similar thoughts flashed, and Klein stopped trying to fight, his body was short, his legs were rolling, and he rolled toward the side.

Click! A chair was kicked apart by Mersoe's legs.

Klein's hand was supported, his back was forced, and he continued to roll. He was looking for an opportunity to take out the Tarot cards and the homemade spells.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Mersor rushed to catch up and kicked his legs alternately, no more than the enemy.

He is like a giant bear with agile talent, there is no short board in all aspects, so that the rolling Klein can only take care of avoiding and parry, and can not even draw a hand to take a curse.

嚓, 砰, 砰!

The chair was broken, the table turned over, the coat rack fell, and Klein circled for a long time, and the situation became more and more precarious.

Can't go on like this anymore! He continually evades and rolls over and seeks all opportunities to reverse the situation.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye swept through the coffee table in the living room, and there was an idea in his mind.

boom! With one hand and a jump, Klein endured the pain and rolled to the living room area.

At this time, Melso's muscles suddenly bulged, just like filling up.

Hey! He stepped on the ground and swayed, and the whole person jumped out and shot at Klein's bullets, then pulled out one leg.

Klein barely took a break and was taken out. He slammed the coffee table and slammed the ceramic tea set to the cabinet. He hit the round pen, the contract and various newspapers scattered.

Seeing that the detective wearing a black double-breasted long dress was hit and weak, it was difficult to stand up and it was difficult to roll. Mersor’s eyes were fierce, and in the sound of the broken porcelain, the front slipped and the knees came out.

Klein watched this scene with deep eyes and held a standard contract in his hand.

He fled to the living room and continued to roll over to the coffee table in spite of the premonition, just to get a standard contract, or a newspaper!

Seeing that Mersor’s knees were fierce, Klein’s wrist suddenly shook.

At this moment, a picture appeared again in his mind, and Mersor’s neck was tilted back.

Hey!

Klein's wrist was slightly pressed, shaking out the standard contract in his hand.

Hey!

This contract is like a dart made of stainless steel, and it is shot at the throat of Mersor. At this time, the two people are no more than one meter apart, and they are getting closer and closer with the top of the other side!

The white shadow came into view, and Melso instinct leaned back and tried to avoid it.

puff!

The standard contract was accurately inserted into Mersø’s throat and plunged into his trachea.

With a little foamy blood flowing out, Mersor fell in front of Klein and his knees were heavy on the ground.

"Hey, Dutch, Dutch..." He pulled out the blood-stained contract and held his throat tightly.

But he could not stop the outflow of blood from the wound, and his eyes gradually dispersed.

At the end of the day, he twitched a few times and there was no movement.

After Klein slowed down for a while, he had the strength to stand up and hold a few tarot cards between his fingers, guarding against possible counterattacks and other enemies.

After turning on the vision and confirming the death of the other party, Klein looked around and found no other gas field color.

Until this time, his tightness eased a little, noticed that the chair was broken two, the coffee table broke through many places, the porcelain was all over the floor, and the whole living room, dining room and foyer were messy.

Looking down, he saw that the sleeves of the long dress were damaged a lot, and the outer layer of the system was stained with a lot of dust.

Suddenly, Klein whispered a self-deprecating sentence:

"This can't be reimbursed..."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

He laughed, like what he had met for a lifetime, laughing and leaning forward, laughing, only his laughter echoed throughout the house.

After a few tens of seconds, Klein converges with a smile, and his face succumbs to Mersor's body.

He wants the dead to speak!

After a familiar psychic ritual and self-response, Klein smelled the quiet fragrance and whispered using the technique of "dream divination":

"The messenger of the action of Mersoe."

Soon, his eyes turned black and he entered a dream and saw a gray.

The gray world has changed light and shadow, and a picture and scene are condensed:

In front of Myerso is a middle-aged man without a hat. The neckline and cuffs of his white shirt have a complex, layered, petal-like decoration that looks gorgeous, with a tight black vest and stovepipe trousers, fancy And exaggerated.

The middle-aged man has brown eyes and blue eyes. His face is thin and has a taste of scum. He is a very good-looking gentleman.

He looked at Mersau and said:

"No matter what you do, be sure to find Ian Wright and try to keep him alive. If you die, please bring it to me within 1 hour, preferably 15 minutes."

"Yes, Mr. Ambassador." Mersey did not hide his embarrassment, but still lowered his head.

The picture was broken and Klein frowned:

Mr. Ambassador?

This matter is actually involved in other countries?

From the style of the shirt, the ambassador is probably the ambassador of the Intis Republic to Beckland...

Ian is just a big boy...

The gentleman knows how to be psychic, at least there are people who know how to be psychic...

Klein thought about it and gave the sentence "Dream Divination" again:

"Looking for the purpose of Ian Wright."

In the illusory dream of ash, Klein once again saw the middle-aged gentleman.

He stared at Mersor and said:

"You don't need to know why, just follow my instructions."

"I will give you the potion, give you money, and let you be the behind-the-scenes of the Zmanger Party. It is not for you to ask questions, it is for you to do things!"

"Well... you just need to know that Ian Wright might be involved in a very important item."

As the scene faded, Klein once again withdrew from the dream.

A very important item... I really can't see it, Ian... What is it... The potion...Merso is an extraordinary person, no wonder his fighting is so strong and terrible, he should be here. There are extraordinary people who have expertise... In the midst of a lot of thoughts, Klein feels exhausted, and responding to his own prayers really consumes his spirituality.

To revert to the previous psychic level, he estimated that he would wait until he became sequence 7.

Ending the ceremony and lifting the spiritual wall, Klein looked at Mersor’s body and observed it for a long time.

Finally, he saw a little bit of spiritual radiance at the wound in the throat of the other side, slowly condensing into a piece.

Carefully grabbed it, and Kline had a dark red object in the palm of his hand.

"This is the extraordinary character left by Mersault? I don't know what sequence of potions will be... This is easy to determine. You can get the answer by divining the fog. In theory, the extraordinary characteristics of the low sequence, Even if you don't use auxiliary materials, you can directly get the corresponding ability, but after taking it, it is easy to be crazy and out of control on the spot... The auxiliary materials of low sequence potion are almost non-spiritual..." Klein spread his thoughts, and Forced to regain attention.

A corpse is placed in front of him, so that he has a headache for what to do next.

PS: Open a new book, "Full-time Valkyrie", at the beginning is very coquettish, especially the protagonist name.