Lord of the Mysteries v6c44 - Tencent MTL

At last Doryan stopped next to the letter.

He bent his back, leaned out his right hand, pinched the edge of the paper with slightly trembling fingers, and picked it up.

This time, Doryan was very careful, starting from the beginning word by word, sometimes suddenly, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes painful.

The letter from Forth was not long. It took him only three minutes to read it twice, and then fell into a long silence.

The sun shone out of the window and sprinkled on the tipped table.

Doryan. gray。. Abraham's lips suddenly moved, but at last there was no sound.

He rubbed his right thumb and forefinger across the paper, causing the letter to ignite a crimson flame.

After all this, Doryan packed up, dressed up, left the rented house and went to another place with his previously prepared identity.

When he settled down, he sat down at his desk and stared at the brass furnishings, wondering what he was thinking.

As the sun grew thinner and darker, Doryan moved his eyelids and sighed slowly.

He immediately spread out the writing paper, picked up his pen, and wrote as he pondered:

". I'm glad to see you digest the recorder potion in a few months, which means you could really be a demigod.

". These are the main points I know about the role of a traveler, but you have to remember that everyone has a different personality, and there are always some differences in practice, which can't be copied completely. This is not to say that other people's main points are wrong, but that they can lead to great conflicts within you and affect your state of mind. Sometimes, making some appropriate adjustments may slow down the digestion of the potion, but it is more beneficial to you. You must remember that acting is just a tool, not a master.

"I look forward to the day when you thoroughly digest the Voyager potion, I will prepare the corresponding materials and a gift for you.

". I am very interested in the curse of the Abraham family that the gentleman mentioned. I think you should have been aware of this a long time ago. I have done some research on this, otherwise you wouldn't always ask me about it.

"I hope you can learn more about it."

After writing the reply, Doryan. gray。. Abraham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.

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In January 1351, Beckland's New year was much more deserted than it used to be.

In the basement of a house on the west side, several candles shake a yellowish flame, illuminating the surrounding altars, chairs and round tables.

The edge of the light, extremely dark place, if there is no figure, sometimes shaking, sometimes stretching, thin layer, no thickness, just like a living shadow.

Suddenly, the figure said in a low voice:

"you arrived earlier than I thought."

Next to the candle, the brightest place of the fire, a figure was quickly sketched out.

This is a man, wearing a mysterious black robe, brown hair slightly curly, hard roots, deep eyes, seems to hide countless things.

He is the "secret saint" Botis, one of the five saints of the aurora.

Bourtis smiled and said:

"distance is not a problem for me."

Then he pulled up a chair and sat down and said to the narrow shadow:

"has everything been investigated? Did you find anything unusual? "

The shadow that almost melted into the darkness murmured and replied:

"No problem."

"really?" Bootis questioned the instinct for certain answers. "Kesma, is this a trap?"

Kesma, the Dark Sage of the Aurora, slowly shook her head and said:

"the target is very cautious and definitely not intentionally exposed.

"if she hadn't been looking for curses from ancient resentful spirits, we wouldn't have known that she might have a connection with the Abraham family."

"the Holy one of the Secrets," Bourtis said as if thinking:

"the curse of the ancient resentful spirit, this is one of the main materials of the 'recorder'. I remember that the Abraham family did have an extra Asman brain. Oh, unwilling to directly provide the extraordinary characteristics of the 'recorder', hoping to do some tests, is indeed the style of Abraham, in short, it is not trusting enough. "

Kesma, the Dark one, did not echo Butis's words, but said to himself:

"even if she was looking for the main material of the 'recorder' potion, we didn't find a problem. After all, not every believer knows the corresponding knowledge of the occult, but she is still asking some questions about the Apprentice and Abraham.

"she is really cautious in this respect. The extraordinary circle of people who buy materials and the extraordinary circle of questions are not the same. Different things will be handled in different circles, and sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance to help her with her needs.

"if we hadn't had our people in several of these circles and finally gathered the news, we wouldn't have noticed her."

The Holy one of the Secrets, Bourtis nodded slightly and asked:

"Why don't you just do it and ask me to come here?"

In the shadow, the darkness floated and answered softly:

"the situation in Beckland is getting more and more tense. The teams of 'night watchman', 'penalty man' and 'mechanical heart' are doing a round of cleaning, and we are being watched very closely.

"if I were to deal with this matter, it would be good if there was no accident. In the event of an accident, I would not have a 'sorcerer' herding, so I may not have time to leave.

"besides, isn't it you who are most interested in the Abraham family?"

Butis smiled and said:

"I'm not interested in them at all. I just want them all dead.

"if you want to keep yourself safe, the most important thing is to stifle revenge in the cradle. This is my philosophy of doing things."

As he spoke, the "Holy one of Secrets" took out a crystal ball from the dark bag of his black robe.

The crystal ball is not clear and transparent, as if it had been poured into the deep night.

With the touch of Butis's palms and the movement of his lips, there was a little bright glow in the strange crystal ball.

They are like star sand, spinning slowly, forming a complex picture.

"it's still acceptable." Butis glanced at the crystal ball held in his right hand and nodded gently.

He immediately looked at the "ghost":

"tell me more specific information."

When he learned that there would be a gathering of extraordinary people in a certain circle tonight, and the target might appear, Butis, the "Secret Saints", stood up and said to the "Dark Saints" Kesma:

"I have to prepare in advance."

As soon as he spoke, he opened his right hand, gently lifted it, and his five fingers closed.

The area he was in suddenly twisted and disappeared.

The candles, firelight, round tables and chairs that were originally located there also disappeared, leaving only floor tiles and ceilings.

After a while, the shadow floated and everything came back.

The "Secret Saints" Butis is no different from the previous one, but the figure of the "Dark Saints" Kesma unwittingly emerged from the darkness.

He looked at Butis and whispered:

"your caution exceeds the limit of necessity."

"but that's not a bad thing. I hope I can solve the problem without anyone else noticing it." Butis smiled and replied, "go along, too, hide in the shadow and be my assistant. Don't come forward directly. If you find something unusual, leave immediately."

". All right. " Kesma, the Dark one, slowly came out of the shadow.

He looked young and had excellent features, but his face seemed to be covered with a dark curtain.

As he approached Butis, there was a faint sound of chewing, gnawing, digesting, and feeling some undisguised malice and hunger.

This made him shudder as a demigod.

The "dark saint" 's eyes froze for a second, and he cast his eyes on Butis's face with consternation and surprise.

Bourtis raised the corners of his mouth and smiled a little cruelty.

A few seconds later, one of them "teleport", the other into the shadow, left the house one after another.

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At the junction of Baekeland East and Bridge District, in a dilapidated apartment, there were several rooms on the first floor of what used to be a cheap hotel.

When Butis came out of the spirit world, the extraordinary party was not held for two or three hours, and no one had yet arrived.

He looked around and took in the seats and messy tables.

Observing the environment, Butis went to the corner and pulled his right hand as if he were pulling the curtain.

The area was then shrouded in shadow, distorted, and then disappeared.

Because it originally does not have any objects, there is no objective sign of measurement, so no one will find that there is a space missing here, but they will only feel that the distance between the wall and themselves seems a little closer, but everything is normal again on a closer look.

This is the "space concealment" of the sorcerer!

They can use this ability to divide a place into two places, hide some of them, and have to enter through a specific "door".

At this time, in the area where it was cut and hidden, the room normally existed, with floor tiles, ceilings and a cockroach crawling over it.

The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line, blocked by the darkness that could not see the end.

After looking around, Bourtis, the Holy one of Secrets, stared at a transparent whirlpool in mid-air.

This is the door.

All hidden spaces are bound to have a "door".

Bourtis thought for a moment, put his hand into the dark bag of the black robe, took out a mirror and inlaid it into the position of the door.

The mirror twisted and quickly reflected the scene of the outside world:

The seats and tables were disorderly and empty.

In this way, Bourtis monitored the meeting place of the extraordinary through this mirror.

As time went by, extraordinary people who made all kinds of disguises arrived one after another.

One of the hooded figures habitually chose the corner by the window, took out a slap-sized notebook with a dark green shell, and casually turned a few pages, as if reviewing the main points of the question, or checking whether he was well prepared.

Behind her side, there was an ordinary mirror embedded in the wall.