Chapter 260 God is watching you

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After listening to Medici's report and confirming that he was adapting well to his new body, the true creator lowered his head slightly, looked at the dark saint kneeling at his feet, and asked calmly:

"No gain?"

The Dark Saint buried his head lower. He was not able to do things well and was too close to the throne. His panic and indescribable honor made his thoughts confused and he could not help but tremble. He tried his best to restrain his excitement:

"Lord, please, please forgive me."

"We failed, failed to find..."

Kesma's throat rolled, and she spoke as if enduring great shame:

"...the murderer of Mr. X, Louis Venn."

Four days of searching yielded nothing. The Aurora Order even used spies to participate in the Church of Storms' search for this person, trying to get some useful information back, but unexpectedly the Church also found nothing.

This murderer seemed not to exist at all, but also seemed to be just a drop of water that fell into the sea and disappeared.

If the Dark Saint hadn't personally witnessed the entire process of the other party's murder, he would be as clueless as the "Dark Blue Priest".

Seeing that the Lord did not make any comments, the Dark Saint paused and continued to report:

"...the extraordinary party organized by Mr.

After saying this, he knew that he had made a mistake - because it had already happened, and it even caused the death of a divine envoy. It was nothing for Louis Wayne to die as a Sequence 5, but there were many Beyonders present who had witnessed it.

Seeing this incident will cause a certain blow to the reputation of the Aurora Society - Kesma immediately changed his mind:

"According to my memory, the attacker is about 1.6 meters tall. He is most likely a woman. The possibility of a shorter man cannot be ruled out."

"We found members at the party who met the requirements, including those under 1.6 meters tall."

"But the other party has a high probability of possessing an extraordinary item or ability that changes the appearance. The search based on physical characteristics has a low chance of success."

"So we started tracking everyone."

True Creator:.

"During nearly four days of searching, we used divination, collected X's belongings, and tried to channel spirits..."

"...but the results of the divination showed that X's experiences before his death were very normal. He did not see any strange people, nor did he get into anything he shouldn't have. As for the psychic, it failed within ten minutes after the accident.

, the spirit body may have been destroyed or restrained.”

He told all the efforts made by the Aurora Society, thinking that there were no omissions and no other means, and finally concluded with great guilt:

"Please forgive me for my incompetence. I am willing to accept any punishment."

The True Creator began to think quickly.

In the past few days, Medici left the Northern Continent, first reshaping his body, and then leading his team to the Southern Continent. There was no person above the rank of an angel in the Aurora Society.

Mr.

Either he was restrained before he was killed in one blow. Judging from the details of the report, the latter is more likely.

The failure of the divination involving the Dark Saint indicates that the assassins have the same personality, or there is an existence with a higher personality than the Dark Saint behind them. But such an existence personally issued a blessing to kill someone who was not a member of the Aurora Society.

Even though he is an important divine messenger, he is a bit too weird.

The True Creator asked succinctly and concisely:

"Place."

The frightened Dark Saint was slightly stunned, and immediately said: "East District, abandoned hotel in the alley of Iron Caltrop Street."

The True Creator's gaze shifted slightly to the left, looking at the white sky outside the window.

More than ten kilometers away, in the dark alley in the East District that was completely in ruins, the shadows in the corners that were not illuminated by the sun stood up at the same time. Their upper parts were separated from the ground, while the lower parts were still on the ground, like

The snakes suddenly stood up.

A clear black and white eye emerged from the upper part of countless large and small shadows. The shadows wandered in all directions of the ruins, swimming up to the nearby houses. The gods' eyes swept over this small ruins without looking at it.

to anything that shouldn't be there.

Is the being behind the assassin at the level of a true god?

Or maybe there was something there, but it disappeared after four days.

The true God is impossible, and the connection with mysticism cannot disappear in such a short period of time. The true Creator fell into deep thought. He suddenly thought of something, and suddenly had a guess in his heart.

Sequence 5 of “Soothsayer” is “Secret Puppet Master”…

The Outer God revealed that there was an apprentice who was suspected of being a "member of the Abraham family" in the small meeting called the Tarot Club...

Klein was actually quite considerate, and he was thinking about the reason and appearance for meeting him.

Now, there is.

After a moment of silence, He withdrew his gaze and spoke calmly:

"I already know."

"Back off."

The Dark Saint was extremely pleasantly surprised. He had no doubt about the power of the gods. He restrained his excitement, kowtowed and bowed out of the room.

The True Creator was about to speak when he suddenly saw several thin black lines extending from his body. He immediately turned his head to look at where the thin lines came from, only to see that they penetrated the wall and strangely connected to Backlund.

direction.

There are also several lines that originate from themselves and are connected to certain people who are constantly moving outside the wall.

Although it was the first time he saw it with his own eyes, the True Creator immediately recognized whose authority these strange lines belonged to.

"What are you doing?" His voice was a bit evil.

In the corner of the room, a figure appeared out of thin air with his back against the wall.

When His hand took hold, all the thin threads extending from the true Creator disappeared.

"You seem to want to take this opportunity to have a friendly exchange with the mysterious heir." The gray-haired doll, which was about the same size as a human being leaning against the wall, said, "I can provide you with an opportunity at the cost of me.

I want to go too, are you willing?"

He further promoted his products: "A seamless opportunity to contact Klein. With such an exaggerated ritual for becoming a god, you wouldn't still think about using infiltration to enter the core area of ​​Backlund."

The True Creator is also thinking about this matter. It is easy for Him to see Klein. He only needs to send someone to him, recite His name, and let His will temporarily descend on the microphone, and then the conversation can be completed smoothly.

(The premise is that Klein will not recite the goddess's honorary name or ask for help from the surrounding churches at the same time. And the Goddess of Night or the Lord of Storms will not notice the microphone sent over). The Outer God seems to have other meanings——

He grasped the key point and asked:

"Can you let me meet him face to face?"

"Of course." The Declined King twisted a line, "Mr. Dwayne Dantès will host a dinner party on Saturday."

"But you can't influence his choice." After the true creator finished speaking, he suddenly frowned, "What you influence is..."

Most aristocrats and wealthy people would not personally spend time selecting their guests. Otherwise, what would a butler with an annual salary of more than 100 pounds do?

"His butler will consider whether to invite the 'invisible rich man of Faye Manor'."

The Outer God showed the bifurcation of fate: "Ally, you have completely failed to manage the identity I gave you... you are not a noble, rich but have not appeared in the upper class a few times, otherwise, 'Mr. Rich who wants to join the upper class'

'I'll definitely put you on the list."

"Now you are just an unknown and invisible rich man. You cannot bring benefits to others. Naturally, it is difficult for you to be invited by strangers."

"Possibility"...a certain degree of prophecy, a branch of destiny...

The True Creator said: "Forcibly selecting a branch will bring about unreasonable changes. In this case, you must have other options."

The corners of the outer god's mouth raised slightly, and his facial expression changed somewhat, but his voice remained calm and cold.

"That's right."

"My servants have close connections with high society and will attend M. Dantès's dinner parties."

"Perhaps you would be willing to be a guest of the Demon family."

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"Hurry up! Hurry up! Get ready to evacuate, burn all the unusable things!!"

The officers were running back and forth in the barracks, shouting loudly, and the soldiers kept carrying supplies and valuable documents, and those that were too late to take away were thrown directly into the nearby fire.

The wounded who were rescued were carried onto the carriage, and the dying ones had to be left behind. The documents and materials were thrown into the raging fire. A gust of wind blew, and the flames climbed up to the closely connected tents, and soon a sea of ​​​​fire broke out.

Undressed men and women were constantly being driven out of houses requisitioned by the army, and were hiding in corners shivering in fear.

"Sir! We are ready!" a soldier shouted.

"Follow the troops and the church and evacuate to the northwest!" the officer responded. Then, he strode open the adjutant's house and cursed angrily, "Johnson! What are you still dawdling about, you bastard! Has your brain been eaten by a living corpse?

?!"

Johnson held several huge boxes in his hands, a dozen land deeds, and a large full box at his feet, which contained cultural relics and gold and silver jewelry that he had collected during his years of stationed in this city-state.

Burning in the fireplace were evidence of his bribery and letters. Local maids who were generally good-looking and young were huddled in the corner, and several servants who had been shot dead were lying on the ground.

"Major General, this is two hundred thousand pounds!"

He was about to get angry when he saw his boss. The adjutant, who was already a little fat, quickly asked for mercy and said with a cautious smile: "It's all my fault that my subordinates were too slow and wanted to take the opportunity to touch something and escape. It took me a lot of time to teach them..."

The major general was so angry that he slapped his adjutant to the ground and cursed angrily:

"Johnson, I think it's not easy for you to be away from home for more than ten years. I usually turn a blind eye to you, but you and the worms under your command really regard the army as your own!"

"How come so many of our artillery shells have lost their vitality?! Where did the money I allocated for purchasing go?"

"Why is one-third of the grain rotten and moldy?! Where did you find out in your bimonthly audit?!"

"You still take the lead in finding a woman? You have a fucking wife and children in China! You have created so many illegitimate children, and now these bastards are all fucking informants to the Death Church! Johnson, when I return to Loen, I must
To be continued...