Lord of the Mysteries v6c31 - Sogou MTL

Heard the archbishop's command, Leonard dazed for a moment, then let out a sigh with emotion in my heart:

"'Mr Fool's prediction is true ...

"No, it's not a prophecy. He already knows all this."

Leonard quickly gathered his thoughts and asked Archbishop Saint Antoine to give himself an official document according to the procedure before returning to the ground, bringing two members and entering the Chanis Gate.

When the internal guards checked the documents, he came to the room where emlyn White was held in the light of a silver candle engraved with patterns. He opened the thick stone door with a brass key.

The faint blue light then invaded the cell, and emlyn White instinctively closed his eyes.

His face is much paler than before, and his body is much thinner, giving people a feeling that the wind will blow.

Remembering Mr. Fool's answer, emlyn suddenly had confidence in the current situation. He didn't open his eyes and stood up slowly. Ha ha laughs.

"I knew you would take the initiative to take me out."

If I said it was just a routine examination, would you be disappointed? Leonard condescension, no expression replied:

"I'll give you 30 seconds. If you haven't walked out of the Chanis gate before this time, I'll consider you a volunteer."

As a more senior "night watchman", Leonard has been the leader of the "Red Glove" team for several months and has rich experience in dealing with prisoners.

Emlyn's expression stagnated and he opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he remained silent and crossed Leonard and his two players all the way out of the Chanis Gate.

In the outside, he suddenly interrupted a few chills, seems to be the chill out of the body.

"After going back, it is good to bask in the sun for a few more days. Oh, the winter sun in Backlander is not so common, and you vampires don't like to bask in the sun ... aren't you a pharmacist? You can prepare your own medicine in the 'sun' field. "Leonard said, casually reminded two sentences.

Emlyn's state is not right. On the one hand, he has not drunk human blood rich in spirituality for many days and can only rely on animal blood to replace it. On the other hand, he has stayed behind the Chanis Gate for too long. He has been eroded by the night power supporting the seal and needs the medicine in the "sun" field to dispel the residual influence.

As a "professor of magic medicine", emlyn is sure of his physical and mental situation, did not refute, also didn't nod, just stressed a "blood clan", and then turned to ask a way:

"Where is Father Travski?"

"He has to stay a little longer. I hope this bloody war will end soon. Don't worry, we will let him go out twice a week. It depends on the weather in Backlander." Leonard made a simple response and then sent emlyn White all the way to the ground and onto the street.

Emlyn hesitated, asked again:

"Where is the nearest hospital?"

"What do you want to do?" Leonard asked professionally.

"Blood transfusion." Em Lin Wei raised his chin and tried to keep his expression unchanged.

Blood transfusion ... is to drink blood ... Leonard didn't go to debunk, pointed to a direction, explained the address.

After watching the viscount of blood clan leave, he returned to the underground and began to study the case to be investigated recently with the team members.

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After days of trekking, Klein finally arrived near the northern ruins of North City.

Here is also a barren and dead plain. The dried-up riverbed has left its mark on the earth.

Looking out at the dark, shadowy city with no sound and light fog, Klein didn't rush to move closer, but first found a hidden place and read the name of Mr. Fool in a low voice.

Then, he went four steps backwards, reciting the mantra, and entered the fog-to return to the "source castle" with only one thought, the prayers of the members of the tarot congregation must be superimposed to form a strong and strong anchor, which can generate enough calling power for the "fool".

With the help of prayer spots, Klein used his "real vision" to check the situation of the ruins of North in the distance, and found that the light fog there was slowly but inexorably dissipating. However, on the surface of the city, there was not a "spiritual line" at all. People wearing linen robes or animal skins fell in different parts of the street, not as lively and busy as the Baiyin City Exploration Team saw when they arrived here.

"The angels or seals who occupied the city before chose to migrate when they discovered their whereabouts?" Klein speculates based on the present situation and takes his eyes back to the gray fog holding the "source fort".

This is to prevent the "miracle worker" or "secretive waiter" or the corresponding seal from hiding in the holes of history to ambush and explore the extraordinary people in the ancient city of North. He doesn't want to "jump" into the fog of history to directly encounter a huge whirlpool of transparent worms twisted and clasped together. He doesn't want to be chased by satiny and terrible tentacles.

The previous ambush by Zarathustra made Klein still feel scared, and from time to time he had nightmares about it. He wanted to find Miss Justice for another treatment of psychological shadow.

It was more exciting to him than to see Miquelon Unni wearing a monocle in front of him and unable to move himself, because it brought trouble to the dogs of Hogan.

After confirming the safety of the historical pores, Klein returned to the real world, stretched out his hand, grabbed forward and dragged himself out of the past. He also wore a semi-high silk hat, a black knee-length trench coat and a simple glass lantern.

The next second, he "leapt" into the gray fog, along the lit historical aperture, running all the way to the place where the "remains" of civilized cities were stacked before the First Century.

This is a very clever "safe house" for him, because apart from him, no "ancient scholar" can trace back to this prehistoric fragment which has been completely dated and left behind.

Of course, for Klein, all the way here also consumes a lot of spirituality, and he will stay at most another quarter of an hour, provided that his historical pore images do not make any heavy attempts.

After the noumenon was hidden, the Klein projection of the real world moved forward and quickly came out of the ruins of North.

He didn't blindly close up and enter. After winding to a hill opposite the dry riverbed, he raised his right hand and called out the original secret idol-Chunas korger, the "fallen count" with cold and hard appearance and dark blue eyes .

Chunas' body squirmed and turned into german Sparrow in an instant. Then he reached out and took out a lantern from the aperture of history.

The historical aperture image called by this historical aperture image, in the dim light of the lantern, confused the distance and came to the city of North within a few steps, alone.

He immediately carried a lantern and went step by step through decaying and collapsed buildings, through light fog and into the ruins.

Compared with the "real vision" on the fog, the real contact makes Klein find more details:

Most of the human beings and monsters that fell in different places showed signs of decay and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.

Some of them were sitting on chairs under the eaves, some collapsed by the fire, some were holding moldy bread, some were holding hands, some were sitting on the floor against the wall with their lips to the bone flute ...

This allows Klein to imagine what was going on in the city-state when they were still "alive":

Some people are slacking off to rest, some are baking food, some are shopping along the street, some are concentrating on music, some are laughing and laughing all the time, some are desperately fighting in the arena and monsters ...

This is a vivid and lively picture, but in fact, everyone has already died and no longer has his own soul, just repeating the same behavior in a predetermined way.

And one day, one moment, this strange scene also solidified, instantly ended, everyone fell without warning.

"A city-state composed of secret puppets, the most real theater ... there was a similar situation in misty town at the beginning ... although I am also a diviner, but I still have to say, in terms of horror, horror and weird, we can definitely make it into the top three this way ... do I have to do the same play in the future? "Secret Waiter?" Crane, carrying a lantern, walked through the streets with many corpses lying upside down, following his spiritual intuition, and headed for the center of the ancient city of North.

The situation here convinced him that the man who once ruled the ruins of North definitely had enough intelligence. After the Baiyin City Exploration Team broke the "peace" and "peace" here, he did not choose to kill or annihilate clues, but did not hesitate to abandon everything and migrate to other places.

"Perhaps it was because the Baiyin City team was followed by an Amon, well, it could also be on the face of the" real Creator ... "Klein spread his thoughts at random and soon arrived at a fairly good church.

In this church stands a statue of a demon wolf with eight legs and dark short hair.

The head of the statue has a rub of gray hair, and the dark pupils occupy at least three quarters of the eyes.

"Not Frege pull ... tertiary occasionally appear that dark Wolf, the god of desire? After thousands of years in God's forsaken land, he finally found that special feature of Sequence 1?" Klein just flashed such an idea, and suddenly there was a "da", "da", da "sound of footsteps.

Standing on his side, he immediately turned his eyes to the outside of the church, and saw a figure slowly moving in the light fog, quickly outlining a clear outline.

He is nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slight bow on his back, white hair, wrinkles around his eyes, scars on his mouth, and a dark clerical gown. He is a rather elderly priest or bishop.

His dark brown eyes are deep and quiet. They are not as bloodthirsty and lifeless as monsters in the dark.

However, during the long night when the lightning frequency was very low, the clergyman neither carried the animal skin lantern nor lit the flame, and walked quietly in the light fog.