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 Leodro! (4K)Chapter 310 Leodro! (4K)"No, Mr. Destiny, I just think that these are not things that our sequence should know."

At this time, "Justice" Audrey sorted out her emotions and expressed her thoughts in a slightly heavy voice.

She had thought that based on Mr. Ron's character, he might reveal some secret knowledge that ordinary people didn't know, but she didn't expect that he would actually tell everyone about the Seven Gods.

This.

In fact, it's not that I can't accept these. And I'm just an ordinary noble lady. It's normal to be afraid of these.

Suddenly, Audrey Hall just wanted to have a catchphrase like Susie, so that she could escape from everything and find excuses for her ungraceful behavior.

"No, these are just knowledge. Even if ordinary people know them, as long as they don't write them down or read them out loud, there's no problem at all. As for what you shouldn't know at your level, I didn't say anything at all."

"If anyone is worried about problems, I can let you selectively forget some unimportant parts!"

Seeing this, Ron very considerately offered after-sales service and did not make things difficult for the Tarot Club members who were listening to him share knowledge.

"However, I still sincerely suggest that you remember the tyrant's real name. This will be very useful. Think about it, if you are in danger and the enemy is about to kill you, you call out this name."

"Will they be saved? Will the Storm Lord kill the villain?"

At this time, the "magician" Fors interjected curiously.

"No, this way you and your enemy will be struck by lightning and turned into charcoal. This way, you can die with dignity together with your enemy!"

Ron spread his hands and explained to the Tarot Club members the correct usage of the gods' true names.

"Uh, this is a really good idea."

Fors Wall laughed awkwardly and quietly retreated back to his seat.

Oh my god, I'm afraid I won't live to see the next full moon rambling... This is totally different from Mr. A's party... They are actually discussing the real names and past of the Seven Gods...

This is so advanced that a weakling like me cannot participate in it!!!

"Magician" shouted silently in his heart, and then he saw the lady on his right raised her hand.

"Mr. Fate, can I ask you to help me forget something?"

The blonde noble lady asked sincerely, and Audrey felt that she had to be cautious for her own safety.

As an extraordinary person in the field of audience, she pays special attention to this aspect, because the "mind reader" knows that the secrets in people's hearts can be easily seen through and known.

As for our innermost thoughts, it is very likely that a high-sequence expert can know them with just one glance, not to mention the gods...

Reasons to comfort herself flashed through her mind. Audrey raised her head slightly and looked at the very cute blond boy with her jewel-like green eyes.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of snapping fingers, and the part of her mind that contained the true name of the god was quickly forgotten. She could not recall it no matter how hard she tried.

"In fact, you can also seek protection from Mr. Fool."

But whether it works or not, I don't know…

The young man muttered to himself, and then glanced at everyone.

In addition to "The Sun" and "The World", the remaining two Tarot Club members also chose to forget some of their memories, and would only recall them when they were strong enough or came above the gray fog.

As for why these two are left, it is because the former is in the God-forsaken Land. The information from the outside world is very precious, so "Sun" Derrick does not want to forget it at all. If he wants to get out of the darkness, this risk is necessary.

The latter, of course, was afraid of being exposed, worried that Ron would find out that his "world" was a fake one. In public, Mr. Fool couldn't switch places with the fake one, so he could only do it himself.

After the tarot party, I returned to the real world and prayed immediately. Finally, I came to Sefirah Castle and used the paper figurine with the help of 0-21 to pry the gray fog to interfere with divination... This should be no problem... I have to give Little Sun a lesson too. This kid is too honest.

I hope Mr. Fool's dark history of pretending to be a god will not be exposed

. Klein Moretti, who was sitting at the top of the bronze table, suddenly felt guilty. He understood why the Church of the Seven Gods deliberately adapted myths and covered up history.

The rest of the party went on as usual, and "Sun" made deals with everyone, but Ron seemed a little uninterested in these things.

Finally, after the "Magician" Fors purchased the "Pharmacist's" potion formula and commissioned the "Master of Magic", everyone communicated for a while, mainly discussing some common monsters and some applications of the ancient Hermes language.

Of course, most of the time it was Ron who was talking, and everyone in the Tarot Club was listening like babies drinking milk.

Time passed slowly, and finally,

"Let's end today's party here!"

Mr. Fool announced the usual closing remarks, and at the same time, according to convention, kicked the brat out of Sefirah Castle for not performing the salute.

In the dark and closed room in Silver City.

Derrick Berg, who had just returned to the real world, opened his eyes and suddenly saw a figure burning with golden light, spreading six pairs of flaming wings to wrap himself up layer by layer.

He was stunned for a moment, then he realized that this was the protection provided by Mr. Fool.

After thanking the Lord of Gray Mist in prayer for a while, Derrick sat silently beside the bed, recalling the Tarot Party just now.

The secret history that even the City of Silver didn't know, and those familiar names, cast a shadow over his heart.

"Is it because they betrayed God that God died and this caused the whole land to fall into darkness?" Derrick sat in the darkness without making any extra movements, his mind full of confusion.

"The authority of those gods is more or less related to the ancient gods. No, they themselves are related to the ancient gods!"

Suddenly, he frowned, as if he remembered something.

I seem to have an impression of the names Amanisis and Herabergen. I seem to have seen these two names in the general education textbook. I didn't listen carefully in class about myths and legends, and missed a lot of things.

Derrick, who was only interested in the combat survival class, thought about it for a long time, and finally gave up this presumptuous attempt.

He extinguished the candle with his fingers and looked outside during the day when lightning was more frequent. He no longer hesitated, picked up the Hurricane Axe, opened the door and walked out.

Following the clean, simple but ancient and mottled cobblestone road, Derrick soon arrived outside the twin towers in the north of the city.

The spires of the twin towers were the library, merit exchange point, and daily necessities distribution center of Silver City. The dome belonged to the "Six-Man Council", a magical item that was rumored to have supported Silver City for more than two thousand years, and was a warehouse for formulas and materials.

After entering the spire, Derrick went straight to the third floor and found the bookshelf where mythological materials and corresponding ancient books were placed based on his memory.

He just saw a book about ancient gods and creation myths and was about to take it out, but he found that a hand with slender fingers, fair skin and beautiful shape took the book away first.

"Are you here for tutoring because you failed the Mythology and Legends class?"

The sudden voice made the honest Derrick stiffen all over, as if someone had poked a sore spot, and his face turned red.

"Hello, Elder Lovia."

The one who took the book was the elder of the six-member council of Silver City, "Shepherd" Lovia.

Lovia was wearing a black robe embroidered with many mysterious purple patterns, with a glowing crystal ball hanging on her body, and her silver-gray hair was draped in a thick but slightly curly pattern.

Her face was smooth and fair, her eyebrows and eyes were majestic and beautiful, and she looked to be in her early thirties. Her pair of light grey eyes seemed to be able to see through the soul.

"Well, go study something else. I won't give this book back to you even if you beg me!"

Facing Derrick's greeting, Lovia raised her head slightly and snorted, looking like she was using her status to bully ordinary residents of Silver City.

"."

Derrick was speechless for a moment, as if he had seen this attitude somewhere before.

Has Elder Lovia remained in this state for too long? Unlike before, she always switched between different states without any regularity, sometimes crying, sometimes sneering, sometimes snorting, and sometimes being indifferent. This time, was it arrogance?

Derrick Berg guessed silently in his heart, watching the figure humming as he walked away.

Backlund.

Rose Street, Harvest Church.

"Remember, my name is Emlyn White!"

Remember what you did? You didn't offer a reward for

the great detective who got the source of the master key. He walked out of the Harvest Church and ruthlessly closed the door, ignoring the cries of the unfortunate vampire.

After the Tarot gathering, Klein first gave Little Sun an "Angel's Blessing", and then gave himself an "Angel's Blessing". This was a new function that Mr. Fool had developed on the gray fog.

This is not bragging, after all, he really used the level 0 seal.

When he thought that he still had six years of use of this seal in his hands, the great detective was quite excited for a moment.

This is because it means that the possibility of The Fool being exposed is greatly reduced, and his dark history will not be leaked out like what happened to the Seven Gods.

The crimson moonlight sprinkled on both ends of the street. Klein looked up and saw the impressive little church, which was brightly lit and looked as if fuel was free.

"I still have thirty pounds there, and the bishop there said he would keep the clergy for me, so I don't think he would lie."

In fact, he was a little hesitant when he got the pharmacist's formula last time, but he didn't go because he had to recover after a battle.

After much hesitation, the great detective gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and finally decided to go there to see if he could get back the twenty pounds of "donation".

For him now, this is like a huge sum of money!

Walking along the street lined with elegant gas lamps, Klein Moretti arrived in front of the Glorious Church in just a few minutes.

But just as he pushed open the church door, he saw Bishop Hilde standing at the door and said something that made him feel dizzy.

"Mr. Sherlock, you actually came. God's prophecy was indeed correct. You will push open the church door on time at 9:08:23 pm. Praise the God of Time and Space!"

Shit! Can that petty person please get down to business? Why are you staring at me all day?

The bishop's words made Klein feel a chill on his back. He immediately turned around and walked away.

Just thirty pounds, I don't want it!

"Mr. Sherlock, God also said that if you turn around and leave, He will break your legs and you will never be able to ride a unicycle again!"

Hilde said some very inappropriate words with an innocent look on her face, causing Klein to pause and retreat back to the church with a heavy heart.

"He really said that?"

"No, I made that up. I didn't expect you to actually believe it. God just said that you must be very dishonest and will try to escape."

After laughing twice, Hilde winked playfully and pulled the confused detective into the church.

"Here, here are the thirty pounds you left over from last time."

After accepting the outstanding payment from last time and glancing at the magnificent church, Klein's thoughts wandered and he suddenly realized a problem.

"Bishop Hilde, are there many believers in this church?"

He asked curiously.

"Um, this might be your first one?"

Miss Bishop scratched her head awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

Although she had tried very hard, due to the discrimination of the people of the Northern Continent against the people of the Southern Continent, many people would directly reject it when they heard that this was a native sect of the Southern Continent, so her missionary process was not smooth.

No, strictly speaking I am not. Putting money in the offering box is not the standard of a believer. I didn't expect that there are people who are worse off than me, Mr. Fool

. "Then why are you so, uh, rich?"

Klein took a pitiful look at the bishop who had accomplished nothing in his missionary work for several months, and he still couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart.

"In fact, God forces me to pay for the maintenance of the church every week and tells me to spend it all. But it's thousands of pounds, and I can't spend it all in a week."

"."

Hilde's whispered mumbling caused Klein to fall into a long silence, and then he no longer sympathized with the bishop who was not doing well in his missionary work.

"Bishop Hilde, do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll take my leave now. If I'm any later, I won't be able to catch the carriage home."

With a deep sigh, the great detective asked calmly without any joy or sadness.

"Yes! God asked me to bring you a message!"

Seeing that the great detective was about to leave and he had not yet completed the mission assigned by God, Hilde immediately became anxious.

"Hey, God told me to tell you."

She cleared her throat first, and then said in a strange tone:

"The witch tastes really good!"

Puff!!!

Hearing this Chinese sentence, Klein's eyes widened, his blood pressure instantly surged, and he stared at the bishop of the God of Time and Space.

At this moment, he was completely confused!

"God also told me to tell you that this is recorded in Emperor Roselle's diary!"

Seeing the great detective standing unsteadily, Hilde immediately added a sentence in Loenese, which gave Klein another guess besides Roselle.

The ruler of the sky at this time is most likely the third "traveler", and he's a fellow countryman!

"grass!!!"

(End of this chapter Leodro! (4K)Chapter 310 Leodro! (4K)"No, Mr. Destiny, I just think that these are not things that our sequence should know."

At this time, "Justice" Audrey sorted out her emotions and expressed her thoughts in a slightly heavy voice.

She had thought that based on Mr. Ron's character, he might reveal some secret knowledge that ordinary people didn't know, but she didn't expect that he would actually tell everyone about the Seven Gods.

This.

In fact, it's not that I can't accept these. And I'm just an ordinary noble lady. It's normal to be afraid of these.

Suddenly, Audrey Hall just wanted to have a catchphrase like Susie, so that she could escape from everything and find excuses for her ungraceful behavior.

"No, these are just knowledge. Even if ordinary people know them, as long as they don't write them down or read them out loud, there's no problem at all. As for what you shouldn't know at your level, I didn't say anything at all."

"If anyone is worried about problems, I can let you selectively forget some unimportant parts!"

Seeing this, Ron very considerately offered after-sales service and did not make things difficult for the Tarot Club members who were listening to him share knowledge.

"However, I still sincerely suggest that you remember the tyrant's real name. This will be very useful. Think about it, if you are in danger and the enemy is about to kill you, you call out this name."

"Will they be saved? Will the Storm Lord kill the villain?"

At this time, the "magician" Fors interjected curiously.

"No, this way you and your enemy will be struck by lightning and turned into charcoal. This way, you can die with dignity together with your enemy!"

Ron spread his hands and explained to the Tarot Club members the correct usage of the gods' true names.

"Uh, this is a really good idea."

Fors Wall laughed awkwardly and quietly retreated back to his seat.

Oh my god, I'm afraid I won't live to see the next full moon rambling... This is totally different from Mr. A's party... They are actually discussing the real names and past of the Seven Gods...

This is so advanced that a weakling like me cannot participate in it!!!

"Magician" shouted silently in his heart, and then he saw the lady on his right raised her hand.

"Mr. Fate, can I ask you to help me forget something?"

The blonde noble lady asked sincerely, and Audrey felt that she had to be cautious for her own safety.

As an extraordinary person in the field of audience, she pays special attention to this aspect, because the "mind reader" knows that the secrets in people's hearts can be easily seen through and known.

As for our innermost thoughts, it is very likely that a high-sequence expert can know them with just one glance, not to mention the gods...

Reasons to comfort herself flashed through her mind. Audrey raised her head slightly and looked at the very cute blond boy with her jewel-like green eyes.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of snapping fingers, and the part of her mind that contained the true name of the god was quickly forgotten. She could not recall it no matter how hard she tried.

"In fact, you can also seek protection from Mr. Fool."

But whether it works or not, I don't know…

The young man muttered to himself, and then glanced at everyone.

In addition to "The Sun" and "The World", the remaining two Tarot Club members also chose to forget some of their memories, and would only recall them when they were strong enough or came above the gray fog.

As for why these two are left, it is because the former is in the God-forsaken Land. The information from the outside world is very precious, so "Sun" Derrick does not want to forget it at all. If he wants to get out of the darkness, this risk is necessary.

The latter, of course, was afraid of being exposed, worried that Ron would find out that his "world" was a fake one. In public, Mr. Fool couldn't switch places with the fake one, so he could only do it himself.

After the tarot party, I returned to the real world and prayed immediately. Finally, I came to Sefirah Castle and used the paper figurine with the help of 0-21 to pry the gray fog to interfere with divination... This should be no problem... I have to give Little Sun a lesson too. This kid is too honest.

I hope Mr. Fool's dark history of pretending to be a god will not be exposed

. Klein Moretti, who was sitting at the top of the bronze table, suddenly felt guilty. He understood why the Church of the Seven Gods deliberately adapted myths and covered up history.

The rest of the party went on as usual, and "Sun" made deals with everyone, but Ron seemed a little uninterested in these things.

Finally, after the "Magician" Fors purchased the "Pharmacist's" potion formula and commissioned the "Master of Magic", everyone communicated for a while, mainly discussing some common monsters and some applications of the ancient Hermes language.

Of course, most of the time it was Ron who was talking, and everyone in the Tarot Club was listening like babies drinking milk.

Time passed slowly, and finally,

"Let's end today's party here!"

Mr. Fool announced the usual closing remarks, and at the same time, according to convention, kicked the brat out of Sefirah Castle for not performing the salute.

In the dark and closed room in Silver City.

Derrick Berg, who had just returned to the real world, opened his eyes and suddenly saw a figure burning with golden light, spreading six pairs of flaming wings to wrap himself up layer by layer.

He was stunned for a moment, then he realized that this was the protection provided by Mr. Fool.

After thanking the Lord of Gray Mist in prayer for a while, Derrick sat silently beside the bed, recalling the Tarot Party just now.

The secret history that even the City of Silver didn't know, and those familiar names, cast a shadow over his heart.

"Is it because they betrayed God that God died and this caused the whole land to fall into darkness?" Derrick sat in the darkness without making any extra movements, his mind full of confusion.

"The authority of those gods is more or less related to the ancient gods. No, they themselves are related to the ancient gods!"

Suddenly, he frowned, as if he remembered something.

I seem to have an impression of the names Amanisis and Herabergen. I seem to have seen these two names in the general education textbook. I didn't listen carefully in class about myths and legends, and missed a lot of things.

Derrick, who was only interested in the combat survival class, thought about it for a long time, and finally gave up this presumptuous attempt.

He extinguished the candle with his fingers and looked outside during the day when lightning was more frequent. He no longer hesitated, picked up the Hurricane Axe, opened the door and walked out.

Following the clean, simple but ancient and mottled cobblestone road, Derrick soon arrived outside the twin towers in the north of the city.

The spires of the twin towers were the library, merit exchange point, and daily necessities distribution center of Silver City. The dome belonged to the "Six-Man Council", a magical item that was rumored to have supported Silver City for more than two thousand years, and was a warehouse for formulas and materials.

After entering the spire, Derrick went straight to the third floor and found the bookshelf where mythological materials and corresponding ancient books were placed based on his memory.

He just saw a book about ancient gods and creation myths and was about to take it out, but he found that a hand with slender fingers, fair skin and beautiful shape took the book away first.

"Are you here for tutoring because you failed the Mythology and Legends class?"

The sudden voice made the honest Derrick stiffen all over, as if someone had poked a sore spot, and his face turned red.

"Hello, Elder Lovia."

The one who took the book was the elder of the six-member council of Silver City, "Shepherd" Lovia.

Lovia was wearing a black robe embroidered with many mysterious purple patterns, with a glowing crystal ball hanging on her body, and her silver-gray hair was draped in a thick but slightly curly pattern.

Her face was smooth and fair, her eyebrows and eyes were majestic and beautiful, and she looked to be in her early thirties. Her pair of light grey eyes seemed to be able to see through the soul.

"Well, go study something else. I won't give this book back to you even if you beg me!"

Facing Derrick's greeting, Lovia raised her head slightly and snorted, looking like she was using her status to bully ordinary residents of Silver City.

"."

Derrick was speechless for a moment, as if he had seen this attitude somewhere before.

Has Elder Lovia remained in this state for too long? Unlike before, she always switched between different states without any regularity, sometimes crying, sometimes sneering, sometimes snorting, and sometimes being indifferent. This time, was it arrogance?

Derrick Berg guessed silently in his heart, watching the figure humming as he walked away.

Backlund.

Rose Street, Harvest Church.

"Remember, my name is Emlyn White!"

Remember what you did? You didn't offer a reward for

the great detective who got the source of the master key. He walked out of the Harvest Church and ruthlessly closed the door, ignoring the cries of the unfortunate vampire.

After the Tarot gathering, Klein first gave Little Sun an "Angel's Blessing", and then gave himself an "Angel's Blessing". This was a new function that Mr. Fool had developed on the gray fog.

This is not bragging, after all, he really used the level 0 seal.

When he thought that he still had six years of use of this seal in his hands, the great detective was quite excited for a moment.

This is because it means that the possibility of The Fool being exposed is greatly reduced, and his dark history will not be leaked out like what happened to the Seven Gods.

The crimson moonlight sprinkled on both ends of the street. Klein looked up and saw the impressive little church, which was brightly lit and looked as if fuel was free.

"I still have thirty pounds there, and the bishop there said he would keep the clergy for me, so I don't think he would lie."

In fact, he was a little hesitant when he got the pharmacist's formula last time, but he didn't go because he had to recover after a battle.

After much hesitation, the great detective gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and finally decided to go there to see if he could get back the twenty pounds of "donation".

For him now, this is like a huge sum of money!

Walking along the street lined with elegant gas lamps, Klein Moretti arrived in front of the Glorious Church in just a few minutes.

But just as he pushed open the church door, he saw Bishop Hilde standing at the door and said something that made him feel dizzy.

"Mr. Sherlock, you actually came. God's prophecy was indeed correct. You will push open the church door on time at 9:08:23 pm. Praise the God of Time and Space!"

Shit! Can that petty person please get down to business? Why are you staring at me all day?

The bishop's words made Klein feel a chill on his back. He immediately turned around and walked away.

Just thirty pounds, I don't want it!

"Mr. Sherlock, God also said that if you turn around and leave, He will break your legs and you will never be able to ride a unicycle again!"

Hilde said some very inappropriate words with an innocent look on her face, causing Klein to pause and retreat back to the church with a heavy heart.

"He really said that?"

"No, I made that up. I didn't expect you to actually believe it. God just said that you must be very dishonest and will try to escape."

After laughing twice, Hilde winked playfully and pulled the confused detective into the church.

"Here, here are the thirty pounds you left over from last time."

After accepting the outstanding payment from last time and glancing at the magnificent church, Klein's thoughts wandered and he suddenly realized a problem.

"Bishop Hilde, are there many believers in this church?"

He asked curiously.

"Um, this might be your first one?"

Miss Bishop scratched her head awkwardly, not knowing how to respond.

Although she had tried very hard, due to the discrimination of the people of the Northern Continent against the people of the Southern Continent, many people would directly reject it when they heard that this was a native sect of the Southern Continent, so her missionary process was not smooth.

No, strictly speaking I am not. Putting money in the offering box is not the standard of a believer. I didn't expect that there are people who are worse off than me, Mr. Fool

. "Then why are you so, uh, rich?"

Klein took a pitiful look at the bishop who had accomplished nothing in his missionary work for several months, and he still couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart.

"In fact, God forces me to pay for the maintenance of the church every week and tells me to spend it all. But it's thousands of pounds, and I can't spend it all in a week."

"."

Hilde's whispered mumbling caused Klein to fall into a long silence, and then he no longer sympathized with the bishop who was not doing well in his missionary work.

"Bishop Hilde, do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll take my leave now. If I'm any later, I won't be able to catch the carriage home."

With a deep sigh, the great detective asked calmly without any joy or sadness.

"Yes! God asked me to bring you a message!"

Seeing that the great detective was about to leave and he had not yet completed the mission assigned by God, Hilde immediately became anxious.

"Hey, God told me to tell you."

She cleared her throat first, and then said in a strange tone:

"The witch tastes really good!"

Puff!!!

Hearing this Chinese sentence, Klein's eyes widened, his blood pressure instantly surged, and he stared at the bishop of the God of Time and Space.

At this moment, he was completely confused!

"God also told me to tell you that this is recorded in Emperor Roselle's diary!"

Seeing the great detective standing unsteadily, Hilde immediately added a sentence in Loenese, which gave Klein another guess besides Roselle.

The ruler of the sky at this time is most likely the third "traveler", and he's a fellow countryman!

"grass!!!"

(End of this chapter: Pass it on, the Lord of Mystery is Xiao Heizi (33K)Chapter 311: Pass it on, the Lord of Mystery is Xiao Heizi (3.3K)Fuck fuck fuck!!!

Zhou Mingrui responded to this Chinese passage in his mind with the same language.

His words were beautiful, his emotions were intense, and his face turned red. It was not until a minute later that Klein realized that he had forgotten to breathe.

A time traveler!

He's alive!

And he's doing pretty well!

He could also be a person from another world who only knows Chinese. Maybe Roselle taught him. In a world with extraordinary abilities, it's very easy to acquire a language.

Klein took a deep breath and came back to his senses. He didn't jump to conclusions and decided to try it out again.

If it was Roselle who caused the ruler of time and space to know Chinese, then it was not surprising that He noticed this "traveler", because judging from Roselle's diary, they were both probably related to Sefirah Castle.

And if this "small-minded" person is also a time traveler, then he has to be wary of the other party's ulterior motives.

After all, when fellow villagers meet, there is more to it than just tears.

"Uh, Bishop Hilde, does the great God of Time and Space have anything else to say?"

After organizing his words, Klein hesitated and tried to speak.

"Not yet. God has only told me this much. He said you will understand when you hear it."

The Bishop of the God of Time and Space smiled and shook his head, leaving Klein with a disappointing answer.

However, as a despicable and cunning fortune teller, he soon thought of a good idea.

"Well, Bishop Hilde, I actually roughly understand what the God of Time and Space means, but I still have some questions, so."

His bookish eyebrows wrinkled, and with the help of the "clown" ability, the great detective successfully expressed his hesitation to speak.

"Mr. Sherlock, I will convey any questions you have for you!"

As expected, she was also a person favored by God, just like Father Utravsky of the Harvest Church.

Seeing the young lady's performance, Klein suddenly understood and relaxed a little.

This means that his attempts will not fail due to his inability to communicate with "God".

The critical moment now is to first determine the other party's identity, and asking for some common sense before the time travel is the most effective and simplest way.

Such common sense includes but is not limited to festivals, years, well-known rhymes, or myths from the other side of the earth.

Time travelers also need to exchange secret codes with each other.

"Bishop Hilde, uh, could you please ask me how many years it will take to complete all the zodiac signs?"

This is a routine test, but there is a mystery hidden in it. He did not say how many zodiac signs there are, nor did he say what the zodiac signs are. If anyone cannot answer these questions, then it means that this is not a time traveler.

Even if you are the infinite wisdom that knows everything, can you still know what is happening in the other world?

Hearing this strange question, Hilde seemed to have been prepared. She closed her eyes and began to pray. After a while, she answered in a solemn, indifferent, and oracular tone:

"God said, twelve years."

"wrong!"

Klein frowned. He didn't expect that the other party could get such a simple question wrong.

"Ah? What's the correct answer?"

Hilde was stunned for a moment, not knowing what basis this strange detective had to deny the answer that came from God.

"It's 13.5 years!"

Klein Moretti answered firmly.

"…"

Inside Ron's mansion, the blond boy looked at the scene in the church speechlessly.

He observed the orbit of the planet and calculated the movement of celestial bodies centuries ago based on various data.

"Yes...it's 12 years..."

The blond boy frowned and pulled a lot of his hair out, unable to understand why.

How did they come up with 13.5 years?

"Hey, little blackie, because the Year of the Rooster has two and a half years!"

Suddenly, "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" who was suppressed by Ron's will laughed strangely and mocked the suspicious detective in the picture.

As a great being who travels around the world with his clones and secret dolls, the "Lord of Mysteries" is naturally proficient in everything about the previous era.

And no one understands these popular words passed down by word of mouth among ordinary humans better than Him!

"I remember that this was spread by a high-dimensional observer. He influenced the real world through higher dimensions, thus spreading confusing memes..."

At this time, the original creator also popped up and added, unwilling to be left out.

"Heh… little black guy, huh? Once I find that Zaratul and control the real creator, I will turn your mythical creatures into basketballs and chickens sooner or later!"

Hearing the two wills in his body say this, the blond boy instantly understood the whole story and then mocked his two mortal enemies harshly.

"You really have so many tricks up your sleeve..."

Turning his gaze towards the church again, Ron was furious with this cautious and timid guy.

He originally wanted to gain Klein's trust by speaking Chinese and claiming to be a god, so that he could give him some gifts and compensation.

But Ron really didn't expect that this despicable guy would actually trick him with a basketball and a chicken.

If you are a sequence, just say it again and again...

Muttering to himself, Ron Sothoth began to think about what to do next.

Since he planned to compensate that poor guy at night, Endless Wisdom would naturally not go back on his word.

And his compensation is to let Klein take his own path, rather than simply granting him powerful extraordinary abilities.

This is an effective defense against the dead ghosts, and it is a further monitoring and vigilance of the Source Castle. This allows Klein to gain an advantage in the confrontation with the "Lord of Mysteries" and thus have additional power to protect himself.

However, it would undoubtedly be quite difficult to get this cautious guy to perform a ceremony to the "Ruler of Time and Space".

After all, if the high and mighty God helps a poor detective for no reason, it always seems like he has some ulterior motive.

As for confessing everything, that would be even worse, as it would allow him to know some extremely dangerous knowledge, so it was not considered.

Klein couldn't even meet Ron's real body now. He was poor, weak, and always had wild thoughts.

so...

"If you don't accept my toast, I'll punish you!"

The young man squeezed out the famous quote of Emperor Roselle from between his teeth, and then growled coldly:

"Tie him up for me!"

…

"Ma'am, this is not good!"

"Don't come over here!"

"Mr. Sherlock, God told me to tie you up..."

Hilde looked at the great detective who was trapped in the invisible space and unable to move, and solemnly pronounced the will from God.

Hearing this, Klein was speechless and frightened. Seeing the other party's disloyal behavior, it was as if he was angry and embarrassed after being exposed.

I didn't say anything else.

The great detective felt like crying but had no tears, and regretted his suicidal behavior just now.

Judging from the serious question, the answer given by the Ruler of Time and Space is indeed correct. It is difficult to determine whether He is a time traveler or not.

Well. And His attitude toward me isn't too bad. If He wants to kill me, He can just send His men. There's no need to talk to me about this. His

brain quickly analyzed the situation, burning a lot of brain cells in a short period of time. When Klein thought of this, he felt a little relieved.

Frankly speaking, he didn't trust this petty person, but when you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. No matter how strange he was, he was a genuine god.

"Bishop Hilde, you don't have to bother with anything. Your god has been targeting me since the beginning, right?!"

"What do you want me to do? Why don't you just tell me directly and we can talk it out. It's better than testing each other like this!"

Feeling the rope around him getting tighter and tighter, Klein quickly spoke up to express his sincerity.

He was speaking ostensibly to Miss Bishop, but in reality he was speaking to the infinite wisdom that was staring at this place and knew everything.

Since the other party didn't kill him and didn't show any ill intentions, it proved that Klein Moretti could be used.

And maybe He uses Chinese to gain my trust... It seems He knows a lot...

After taking a deep breath, Klein calmed down and was secretly shocked. He analyzed more seemingly reasonable anomalies.

Hilde stopped tying the woman up and tilted her ear, as if someone was whispering something in her ear.

Ten seconds later...

"Mr. Sherlock, God does have something for you to do..."

Putting down the hemp rope in her hand, Miss Bishop spoke in the same enthusiastic tone as usual.

Why did you say it earlier?

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he immediately asked curiously:

"What is it?"

A few seconds later...

"God said you can't know it now, your life level is too low..."

The good bishop hesitated, trying to make his sarcastic words sound better.

What do you mean? Are you kidding me?

Klein gritted his teeth and felt furious. However, he did not show any of these questions. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth and revealed an awkward yet polite smile.

"Mr. Sherlock, you have always misunderstood what we meant. In fact, God is very optimistic about you. He wants you to embark on a very special and extraordinary path!"

Haha… you asked me to ride a unicycle and you said I misunderstood you… your God is really shameless…

"Well, actually, I am already a Beyonder. I am afraid I cannot meet the requirements of your God."

Suppressing the twitching of his lips and mumbling something in his heart, Klein pretended to be embarrassed and tried to politely reject this option that sounded unsafe.

Hearing the great detective's hesitation, Bishop Hilde didn't waste any words. He trotted into the underground area of ​​the church and took out a roll of brand new parchment and handed it to Klein.

"You can open it and take a look at it and choose to accept it or not."

"And God said that He knows how you came here, and He knows everything about the master of Sefirah Castle. When the time is right, He will tell you everything!"

"Is it not possible now?!"

He really knows about "travel" and Sefirah Castle. No wonder he set his sights on me from the beginning!

Klein's eyes widened. He instantly understood something and asked immediately.

However, the bishop's daughter just shook her head, pointed to the parchment handed to her, and said nothing more.

Damn it...I hate the Riddler the most!!!

Klein complained in his heart and had no choice but to unfold the parchment and examine it carefully.

"Sequence Nine: Skillful Hands."

Materials: None.

Promotion Ceremony: Hold a ceremony to the Ruler of Time and Space, and personally make an exquisite work of art. The more exquisite the work of art, the more complete the promotion effect.

Extraordinary ability: Improve the flexibility of fingers, and have an understanding and hands-on ability of origami techniques that surpass ordinary people.

People with skillful hands can use origami to create practical things that they need, such as guns, bullets, bombs, cups, chairs and all other regular material items.

Although imagination is endless, the false cannot become true. Although origami bullets and guns can be used normally like real ones, it does not mean that they have become real things.

This!!!

Klein was stunned. He didn't expect that this was the beginning of an extraordinary path that he had never heard of.

(End of this chapter