Lord of the Mysteries v6c31 - Tencent MTL

At the Archbishop's command, Leonard was stunned for a moment, and then uttered a sigh in his heart:

"Mr. Fool's prophecy is so accurate.

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

Leonard quickly converged his thoughts, followed the procedure for the Archbishop of St. Anthony to give himself an official document, and then returned underground, took two members of the team, and entered the Chanis Gate.

When the internal caretaker checked the document, he came to imprison Emlin in the light of a silver candle carved with patterns. White's room opened the heavy stone door with a brass key.

The faint blue light then invaded the cell and stabbed Emlin. White instinctively closed his eyes.

His face was much paler than before, and his body was thinner, giving people the feeling that the wind would float.

Remembering Mr. Fool's answer, Emlin suddenly became confident about the situation. Instead of opening his eyes, he stood up slowly and said with a laugh:

"I knew you'd take me out on your own initiative."

Would you be disappointed if I said it was just a routine examination? Leonard sighed and replied with little expression:

"I'll give you thirty seconds, and before you get out of Chanis, I'll take it as your volunteer to stay."

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

Emlin froze and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he kept silent and walked all the way out of Chanis, past Leonard and his two team members.

When he got outside, he suddenly shivered, as if to get rid of the chill inside.

"when you get back, just bask in the sun for a few more days. Oh, the Baekeland winter sun is not that common, and you vampires don't like to bask in the sun. Aren't you a pharmacist? You can make your own potions in the 'Sun' field. " When Leonard saw this, he casually reminded him of it.

Emlin is in the wrong state. On the one hand, he has not drunk spiritual human blood for many days and can only rely on animal blood to replace it. On the other hand, it is because he stayed too long behind the Chanis Gate and was eroded by the dark forces that supported the seal. It requires potions in the "sun" field to dispel the residual effects.

As a "professor of potions," Emlin was certain of his physical and mental condition, and did not refute or nod, but emphasized the word "kinship" and then asked:

"where is Father Utravsky?"

"he'll have to stay a little longer. I hope the damn war will be over soon. Don't worry, we'll let him out twice a week, depending on the weather in Beckland." Leonard responded briefly and then went all the way to Emlin. White sent it to the ground and to the street.

Emlin hesitated and asked again:

"where is the nearest hospital?"

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

"Blood transfusion." Emlin raised his chin slightly, trying not to change his expression.

Blood transfusion. It's drinking blood. Instead of exposing it, Leonard pointed in the direction and gave the address.

After watching the viscount of blood leave, he returned to the ground and began to study with the team members the recent case to be pursued.

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After days of trekking, Klein finally arrived near the northern relic of the city of North.

Here is also a barren and dead plain, the dry riverbed left its own traces on the earth.

Glancing at the dark, shadowy, silent city filled with foggy air, Klein was in no hurry to get closer, but first found a hidden place and whispered the honorable name of Mr. Fool.

Then he took four steps backwards, recited the mantra, and entered the fog-to return to the Fortress with a single idea, the prayers of the members of the Tarot Council must be superimposed to form a strong and strong anchor. it has enough summoning power for the "fool".

With the help of the prayer spot, Klein examined the Kinnos ruins in the distance with "real vision," and found that the faint fog there was slowly but unstoppably dissipated, while on the surface of the city, there was not a "spiritual line". People dressed in linen robes or animal skins fell in different parts of the street, not as lively and busy as the Silver City exploration team saw when they arrived.

"after the angels or seals who previously occupied the city sensed that their whereabouts were exposed, they chose to migrate?" As Klein speculated from the situation in front of him, he looked back and looked at the gray fog holding the source fortress.

He is preventing the "miracle master", or the "secret waiter", or the corresponding seal, who is hiding in the pores of history, ambushing and exploring the ancient city of North, and he does not want to "jump" into the fog of history. He will directly encounter a huge whirlpool of transparent worms twisted and embraced, and do not want to be chased by slippery and scary tentacles.

Klein still feels scared after Charatu's ambush, and every now and then he has a nightmare and wants to find Miss Justice to have another psychological shadow treatment.

This was more exciting to him than to see the secret couple Enyuni wearing a single pair of glasses in front of him, and he was completely unable to move, because it affected the dogs of Fogan.

After confirming that the historical pores were safe, Klein returned to the real world, stretched out his hand, grabbed it forward, and pulled out his former self, also wearing a half-tall silk bowler hat, a black knee-length trench coat and a simple glass lantern.

The next second, he jumped into the gray fog and ran all the way along the lit historical pores to the place where the "remains" of civilized cities were stacked before the first century.

This is a very ingenious "safe house" for him, because apart from him, no "ancient scholar" can trace back to this prehistoric segment that has been completely dating and lost.

Of course, it took a lot of spirituality for Klein to come all the way here, and then stay for at most another quarter of an hour, and only if his historical pore images don't make any burdensome attempts.

After the Noumenon is hidden, the Klein projection of the real world moves forward and quickly comes to the North ruins.

Instead of blindly approaching and entering, he went around to a hill opposite the dry riverbed, raised his right hand and summoned the original secret puppet, the fallen Earl Chunas, who had a cold appearance and dark blue eyes. Colger.

Chunas wriggled and instantly became German. Sparrow, then, he also reached out and took a horse lantern out of the hole in history.

This historical pore image summoned by the historical pore image, in the dim light of the horse lantern, confused the distance, and a few steps came to the outside of North City, alone.

He then carried the lantern, step by step through the decaying and collapsed buildings, through the faint fog, into the ruins.

Real contact allows Klein to discover more details than looking at it with a "real vision" above the fog:

Most of the humans and monsters who have fallen in different places have shown signs of decay and seem to have been abandoned for a long time.

Some of them sat on chairs under the eaves, some collapsed by the fire, some held moldy bread, some held hands, some leaned against the wall, sat on the ground, their lips pressed against the bone flute.

This allowed Klein to imagine what it would be like in the city-state when they were still "alive":

Some people are resting lazily, some are baking food, some are shopping along the street, some are focused on music, some are laughing constantly, some are working hard in the Colosseum and monsters.

What a lively and lively picture it is, but in fact, everyone is already dead, no longer has his own soul, but repeats the same behavior in a predetermined way.

And one day, at some point, the weird scene froze, ended instantly, and everyone fell down without warning.

"A city-state made up of secret puppets, the most real theater. There was a similar situation in the misty town in the first place. Although I am also a 'fortune teller', I still have to say that in terms of horror, horror and weirdness, our approach is definitely in the top three. Am I going to do the same thing in the future? 'Secret waiter'? " Carrying a lantern, Klein walked through the streets filled with corpses and followed his spiritual intuition to the center of the ancient city of North.

The situation here made him believe that the man who once ruled the North ruins was absolutely intelligent enough that after the Silver City exploration team broke the "peace" and "peace" here, he did not choose to destroy the clues, but did not hesitate to discard everything and move somewhere else.

"maybe it was because the Silver City team was followed by an Amon, well, or for the sake of the real Creator." Klein spread his thoughts at random and soon arrived at a church that was still in good condition.

In the church stands a statue of a magic wolf with eight legs and covered with dark short hair.

The head of the statue has a roll of gray hair, and the dark pupils occupy at least 3/4 of the eyes.

"it's not Fregra. The dark wolf that occasionally appeared in the Tertiary period, the god of wishes? After thousands of years in God's forsaken land, he finally found the extraordinary feature of sequence 1. " Klein had just flashed such a thought when the sound of "da", "da", "da" footsteps rang in his ear.

Standing sideways, he immediately looked out of the church and saw a figure moving slowly in the faint fog, quickly sketching a clear outline.

He was nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slight bow on his back, white hair, wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, scars on his mouth, and a dark clergy robe. He was a rather old priest or bishop.

His dark brown eyes were deep and calm, not as bloodthirsty and spiritless as the monster in the depths of the dark.

However, in the long dark night with very low lightning frequency, the clergy walked quietly in the thin fog without carrying the animal skin lantern or lighting the flame.