The mysterious protector, rather than a mysterious spellcaster, is a humanoid carrier that maintains a mysterious rule mechanism. It signs a contract with the concept of "mystery" and becomes a puppet of the rules.

"The Secretariat is a very useful tool." Sheriu used the rules that the Secretariat must keep confidential, so that reporters could not disclose the information about Sheriu's infiltration into Andre Academy. It should be said that the moment when he lost his secret,

The reporter had no advantage over Sheliu. The loose blonde hair shone in the sun, and the ivy leaves on the wall were also greener against the back of this golden light. Sheliu turned her back to the sun, with a similar compassion,

A compassionate look at the reporter.

As a member of the literary club who has suffered a long-term accident, Mr. Journalist has the habit of adjusting his mentality in the face of crisis. He took three deep breaths like a human being, took off the tablecloth from his head, and the gloomy soul flame burned in his pale skull.

"For your successful infiltration into Andre, I would like to congratulate you first, respected Mr. Forgery. Andre is a treasure trove of knowledge, but you will soon know that the lich who guards the secret treasure is more terrifying than the dragon.

You're in Andre, you won't get anything."

Sheriu's smile did not change because of provocation, even if he was sure in his heart that what the reporter was telling the truth. But Sheriu came at risk, not doing anything to destroy knowledge that could subvert the world.

"I have only two purposes for Andre."

"The first one, finding the Secretariat, has been completed."

"The second one, trade secrets with the Secret."

The dark blue tentacles crawled out from behind Sheriwu, and the surging shadows engulfed the surroundings like a water curtain. The power of the evil god gathered here, and the complex power of chaos completely eliminated all explorations.

"You will help me, Mr. Journalist, because the secret agent is a useful tool."

The reporter tilted his head, looked relieved, and got up from the ground.

"Ah, it turns out that I'm looking for me, that's fine. You know, secret transactions need to follow the principle of equivalent exchange, and you... Mr. Sheriu, you don't seem to have much value for transactions."

Pinching your chin and paced around Sheriu, "A crazy human, stealing the power of the evil god. After you create panic in the city of wandering, I investigate you, Sheriu Hamlet, a sad

Mortal…you twist yourself into Lyle’s clone, blindly pursuing the top of your existence, your past was so empty, without any valuable mystery.”

"Sheriu Morning Star, that's my name." Sheriu's smile disappeared, his face showed a hideous look, like an angry beast, and his relationship with Hamlet was like an ugly scar. The reporter wanted to

This is the effect.

"Anyway, a person's past determines his worth to a large extent. I don't believe how mysterious the Hamlet family will have. As for now, you are the clone of Lyle, and you are in Lyle's way.

Before, he had traded with me a series of secrets about bad signs and evil gods. "The reporter acted like a snobbish businessman, bowing his back and tilting his head to look at Sheriu, "What other secrets do you have worth exchanging

Is it?"

The reporter is clear about his own abilities. He is a question-and-answer machine set up by the world. The secrets obtained from the secrets of the secrets must be paid with the mystery of the same value. The world has its own set of standards for the measurement of these values, and this measurement is also

It will satisfy traders. Everyone who exchanges secrets will get the information they want.

Sheriu was once a human, a human aristocrat with a mysterious color. It was not a belittlement, but now that he was suppressed by the holy light on the mysterious side, those nobles who once studied magic have all restrained their wings. Those who are truly capable have long been

It was hidden like a city of wandering. Sheriu's past probably did not have many heavy secrets. Then, he turned himself into another Lyre, one person became the shadow of another, in the eyes of the reporter

, This is a rather stupid act.

"Maybe you have gained Lyle's memory and learned my identity, but being the shadow of another person means losing yourself, a shadow, no secret to speak of."

"You have no value in front of the Secret Deed."

Sheriu smiled, her fair and flawless cheeks were flushed with the first snow, and the corners of her mouth were like fine brushes, just outlining the edge of the red glow. Sheriu's smile showed his charm, and the lich would do it.

The charm of surprise.

"Mr. Reporter, you are just like everyone in this stupid era, focusing only on birth and blood. Family is the strongest and blood is the most noble. To be honest, I was a little disappointed, but fortunately, you are not

【Secret Deed】, you are just its puppet.”

"It was me who dig out your past, I had usurped the power of the evil gods, whether it was the plan to fall in the city of wandering, or the surrender of Luoshutal. These are all driven by me. You have ignored the individual's abilities

, I clearly am in this distinctive academy."

The momentum between Sheriu and the reporter was reversed again, and the smiling divine bone pressed step by step against the cold lich.

"I know everything about Lyle, so I know that he will never tell all his secrets. There is no need for too many chips in his hand. A trump card is enough to decide the winner or lose."

"Lyle's secret?"

"That's right, your favorite Ms. Epidemic Doctor has a secret that none of you have known, and this secret..."

An uneasy aura spread in this corner. The reporter looked anxiously at the aisle over there, hoping that someone would come over the delayed time.

"Although I can't achieve a completely independent realm like the Secretariat, the power of the evil god can still help us create a relatively quiet environment. I blocked my perception, and this space was transported to the [deep water area] by the deep sea omen."

"Come on, start our secret exchange, Mr. Journalist."

"Exchange the ultimate secret that Lyle has always been hidden?" The reporter was a little nervous and a little moved. After all, the secret agent was a little involuntarily in any aspect.

"No, I won't change it."

"Eh?" You said for a long time, using that kind of speech and momentum to oppress me, and then said no, what about playing with me?!

"Lair's secret may not be worth enough, so let's exchange another one. The personal secret belonging to me, Sheriu, the existence behind me..."

"The evil god's young body belongs to the evil god. This is a consensus. The existence behind you is the sleeper Terryton. This information is very mysterious, but the consensus is not a secret. You don't want to deceive me through fraud or other means.

”

Sheriu smiled and said, "The existence that gives me strength is..."

“【the     outer    one】”
Chapter completed!