Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 66: Our Brother Frye (Congratulations to Xiao Ke for becoming the Lord of Mysteries)

Seeing Roger walk away, Klein finally came to his senses.

"What a good brother..."

He was extremely moved, but at the same time he was worried about Roger.

"Klein... put out the fire."

Dunn also relaxed. He tugged at Klein's trouser legs and weakly pointed at the gradually growing flames around him.

Only then did the latter come back to his senses.

He glanced at Mrs. Sharon, whose head was still steaming with only half left, pulled her quilt from the bed, and began to try to put out the green flames on the ground!

Dunn Smith used all his strength to crawl towards the side hall.

He was eager to confirm the status of his two teammates.

……

outdoor.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck..."

In the darkness of the night, Roger was running desperately, and following closely behind him was the skeleton messenger who was nearly 4 meters tall.

He thought about using Benjamin's gloves to pass through some buildings, but soon remembered that this bone messenger was also a spiritual creature and should have the ability to penetrate walls.

This is a summoned creature from a high-ranking person on the path of "Death". If it were to come into contact with a living person, it would kill them instantly!

"slip!"

"electric shock!"

"mist!"

Roger snapped his fingers desperately, performing all kinds of tricks in an attempt to delay the Bone Messenger.

But the skeleton messenger was too huge, so these methods were ineffective.

"No, if you continue to waste your spiritual energy like this, you will die here today."

Thinking of this, Roger made up his mind, took out a pair of exquisite steel plain glasses from his coat pocket and put them on his nose.

This is exactly the "Decryptor Glasses!"

Roger's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he muttered in ancient Hermetic language:
"Playing with the hands of time, wandering in the shadows of fate, the embodiment of fraud and mischief.

"Great Angel of Time!

“I pray for your favor.

“I pray for your response.

"I beg for your help!"

Through the extraordinary items of the "Thief" path and the mystical connection with the high-ranking beings of that path, and with the honorific name of Amon, he completed a crude and simple ritual magic on the run.

Roger was gambling, gambling that he could be useful to Amon, gambling that Amon would definitely take action!

Sure enough, the scenery around him suddenly changed, and in an instant he came to a different street.

The skeleton messenger chasing after him also completely disappeared.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Roger raised his head and looked at the road sign in front of him:
"Maxwell Road!"

saved!
He stroked his face with both hands and silently praised the great Angel of Time in his heart.

"Now that we're here, let's go see Amon."

Although Amon had his own purposes, he saved him after all, so Roger still had to visit him.

It was already early morning, and Maxwell Road seemed particularly deserted. Even the post office had hung a "Closed" sign.

Roger wrapped his coat tightly and walked towards the "Family Bar" step by step.

The bar was still brightly lit, but without the music and singing of the past.

Roger pushed the door open out of curiosity, but found no one inside.

At the bar where he often sits, there is a cup containing his favorite cocktail.

Roger's heart moved, and he couldn't understand what Amon was up to.

But he still walked to the bar, picked up the glass, and revealed a note underneath.

"I'm going to be out for a few days. Something needs to happen. Remember to lock the door when you leave."

Seeing the beautiful conjoined Loen language above, Roger curled his lips.

"What happened that took away all the clones?"

Although he didn't know how Amon responded to his request, nor how he foresaw his arrival, Roger didn't think about it too much.

Roger just drank the cocktail made by Amon, looking at the moonlight outside the window, his heart was in turmoil.

Today, he had made a great discovery. He finally understood what Ince Zangwill had left behind!

But the price is not cheap.

……

A few days later, in a corner of Raphael Cemetery.

Led by Dunn, Klein, Leonard, and Inspector Toler carried a coffin and lowered it into the grave.

Still wrapped in bandages and not fully recovered from the burns, Cornley's eyes were red as he stared blankly at the photo of a young man with fair skin, a cold appearance but gentle eyes on the tombstone.

In the previous battle, Dunn and Conley were nearly burned to death by Madam Sharon's cursed black flames, which were blessed by the statue of the "Original Witch".

At the critical moment, Frye saved the two through the Ouija board, but at the cost of his intact skin and more than half of his flesh and blood.

As the grave was filled, the stone slab was covered.

Everyone looked at Frye's tombstone.

“The best colleague;”

"The best brother;"

"The most loyal shepherd of the goddess;"

“A steadfast watchman in the long night;
"Our brother Fry."

In the sad atmosphere, the night watchmen bowed and saluted.

It started to rain lightly in the sky of Tingen City.

Klein and the others turned around and prepared to leave the cemetery, but they saw Ms. Lolota walking towards them.

"Cline Moretti."

She called out to Klein, walked closer, and patted his shoulder.

"What's wrong? Ms. Lolota."

Klein's expression was still a little dazed, and he asked casually.

"Sir Krestel Cecima has arrived."

This is one of the nine senior deacons of the Nighthawks. Because he has been recognized by the holy bone sword, his combat power at Sequence 5 is comparable to that of a newly promoted Sequence 4.

As a result, Cesimar was given the sacred title of "Sword of the Goddess".

Klein finally came to his senses after hearing these words:

"Could it be?"

"Yes, you can be promoted to 'Clown'." Ms. Lolota nodded.

"You're so late..."

Klein gritted his teeth and thought to himself.

Even though he had many questions and unresolved anguish in his heart at this moment, he was also very clear about one thing.

Must become stronger!

"By the way, Her Excellency Cecima asked me to tell you that there will be an assessment soon. After you pass the assessment, you must sign a confidentiality agreement before you can be promoted."

Lolota added.

"An assessment for me?" Klein asked curiously.

"No, it's not for you alone."

Lolota shook her head and looked around at the Nighthawks present:

"All of you."

It was raining heavily at Khoi University.

In the small stone building belonging to the History Department, Mr. Azik Eggers, a teacher who had finished teaching for the day, finished his last lesson plan and stood up to leave the office.

But at this moment, there was a knock on the door in the corridor.

This gave Mr. Azik a strange premonition.

He opened the door and saw a strange young man outside wearing a wide-brimmed hat, holding a black umbrella, and with a tabby cat standing on his shoulder.

"Who are you? What's going on?"

"Hello, Mr. Azik Eggers."

The young man called out Azik's name, put his hand on his wide-brimmed hat, and bowed slightly.

Then he raised his head and looked over with his blue eyes:
“Nice to meet you, let’s get to know each other.

"My name is Roger Abraham."

(For the sake of the plot, Frye had to be wronged and the originally dead Cornley had to be saved. But fortunately, Frye in another parallel universe is still alive, which can be regarded as a kind of coexistence.)
(The book will be on the shelves tomorrow, and I will post my thoughts on the release in the early morning.)
(Finally, congratulations to Klein Moretti on achieving the Lord of Mysteries today. Praise me!)

(End of this chapter)