Lord of the Mysteries

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Hearing the Archbishop’s instructions, Leonard first stunned, and immediately sighed in one’s mind:

“Mister Fool’s predictions are true …

“No, not a prophecy. He has clearly understood all this.”

Leonard quickly converged his thoughts and asked Saint Anthony Archbishop to give himself an official document according to the process before returning to the ground, bringing 2 members and entering Chanis Gate.

After the internal watchmen had checked the documents, he came to the room where Emlyn White was held in the light of silver candles carved with patterns, and opened the heavy stone gate with a brass-colored key.

The blue rays of light invaded the cell, “Engyn” instinctively closed his eyes.

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

Recalling Mister Fool’s answer, Emlyn suddenly felt emboldened about the current situation, didn’t open his eyes, stood up slowly, laughed:

“I knew you would take the initiative to send me out.”

If I said it was just a routine inspection, would you be disappointed? Leonard slandered and responded with no expression:

“Give you 30 seconds. If you haven’t walked out of Chanis Gate after this time, I will stay as you wish.”

As a more senior Night Watcher, has been in the Red Gloves squad captain for several months, Leonard has a wealth of experience in dealing with prisoners.

Emlyn’s expression stagnated, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent, crossed Leonard and his 2 members, and walked out of Chanis Gate all the way.

When he was outside, he suddenly shivered a few times, seeming to get rid of the chill in the body.

“After going back, just sunbathing for a few more days, oh, the winter sun in Beckland is not that common, and you Vampire don’t like to bask … aren’t you a Medicine Master? You can make up your own potions in the Sun field.” Leonard Seeing this, I casually reminded 2 sentences.

Emlyn’s state is wrong. On the one hand, he has not drank the human race blood rich in spirituality for many days, which can only be replaced by animal blood. On the other hand, because he stayed too long after the Chanis Gate, it was eroded by the night force that supported the seal. Some need to eliminate the effects of residuals in the field of Sun.

As a “Magical Medicine Professor”, Emlyn is certain of his physical and mental condition. He has not made any rebuttals or nodded. He just emphasized the “blood race” and then asked:

“What about Father Vatrovski?”

“He still has to stay for a while, and hope this damn war ends soon. Rest assured, we will let him go out twice a week, which is 2 days in the sun, depending on the weather in Beckland. Decision. “Leonard simply responded, and then sent Emlyn White all the way to the ground and to the street.

Emlyn hesitated and asked again:

“Where is the nearest hospital?”

“What do you want to do?” Leonard asked professionally.

“Blood transfusion.” Emlyn lifted his chin slightly, trying not to change his expression.

Blood transfusion … It’s time to drink blood … Leonard didn’t debunk, pointed in a direction and explained the address.

After witnessing the blood race viscount leave, he returned to the ground and began to study the recent cases to be traced with the members.

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After several days of trekking, Klein finally arrived near the northern city-state of the northern ruins.

Here is also a deserted and dead plain, and the dry riverbed has left its mark on the earth.

Looking at the dark outline, the shadows were full, no sound came out, and the city was filled with the light mist. Klein did not rush to move closer, but first found a hidden place and read Mister Fool’s esteemed name low.

Then, he went back 4 steps, chanted the mantra, and entered above the grey mist-to return to “Origin Castle” with only one idea, the prayers of all members of the Tarot Society must be superimposed together to form a strong and strong The anchor of Fool has enough summon force to Fool.

With the help of a light spot of prayer, Klein used the “real vision” to view the situation of the North ruins in the distance, and found that the light mist there was slowly but irresistibly dissipated, and the outer layer of the city, at a glance, did not have a “spiritual body” string ”, people in linen-like robes or animal skin clothes fell in different places on the street, not at all as lively and busy as the Silver City exploration team saw when they arrived here.

“The Angel or sealed item that previously occupied the city, after discovering her whereabouts, was exposed and chose to migrate?” Klein made a guess based on the situation in front of him, while looking back, looking at the gray mist holding “Origin Castle”.

This is to prevent the Master of Miracles, or “Servant of Mysteries”, or the corresponding sealed item. He is hiding in the historical pores and ambushing the Extraordinary of North ancient city. He doesn’t want to “leap” himself into the historical fog. , Will directly encounter a huge vortex twisted together by a group of transparent worms, do not want to be chased by the tentacles of terrifying greasy.

The ambush of Zarath previously made Klein still afraid of it. From time to time, he had a nightmare. He wanted to find Miss Justice for another treatment of psychological shadows.

This was more stimulating than seeing Secret Puppet Eniyuni wearing monocles in front of him, and was completely unable to move himself, because it affected Forgan’s dogs.

After confirming the safety of historical pores, Klein returned to Real World, stretched out his hand, grabbed it, and dragged himself out of the same. He also wore a half-height silk top hat, a black knee-length windbreaker, and a simple glass lantern.

The next second, he “jumped” into the gray mist, along the lit historical pores, and ran all the way to the place where the “corpse” of the civilized city was stacked before the first era.

For him, this is a very ingenious “safe house”, because apart from him, no Ancient Scholar can be traced back to this prehistoric fragment that has been completely abolished and lost.

Of course, for Klein, it took a lot of spirituality to come here all the way, and then stay at most for another quarter of an hour, and the premise is that his historical pore image did not make a heavy burden of attempts.

After hiding the body, the Klein projection of Real World went forward and quickly came out of the North Ruins.

He didn’t close and enter blindly. After going to a small hill opposite the dry river bed, he lifted the right hand and summon out the original Secret Puppet-cold and hard, pupils dark blue and black “Corrupt Count” Quinas Kherg.

Quinas’ body squirmed and instantly became Gehrman Sparrow. Then, he also reached for his hand and took out a lantern from the historical pores.

This historical pore image summon’s historical pore image, in the light of the yellow light of the horse lantern, confused the distance, and came a few steps outside the city of North, alone.

He then carried the horse lantern, step by step through the decaying and collapsed buildings, through the thin mist, and entered the ruins.

Compared to using the “real vision” in the above the grey mist, Klein discovered more details in real contact:

Most of the human races and monsters that 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, and sat on the floor, lips pressed against bone flute …

This allowed Klein to imagine what it was like in this city-state when they were still alive:

Some people are lazy in the rest, some people are baking food, some people are shopping along the street, some people are focused on music, some people are to-and-fro laughing constantly, some people are desperately fighting in the arena and monster …

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

And one day at a certain moment, this strange scene also froze, and the moment ended, and everyone fell down without warning.

“A city state composed of Secret Puppet, the most realistic theater … At the beginning, the foggy town had a similar situation … Although I am also a Divinator, I still have to say that in terms of thriller, terrifying and weirdness, our path can definitely Ranked in the top 3 … could it be that I will play the same role in the future? “Servant of Mysteries”? “Klein carrying the lantern, walking through the street with many dead bodies, following the spiritual intuition, to the north ancient city Walked to the center.

The situation here convinced him that the one who once ruled the North ruins definitely had enough spiritual wisdom. After the Silver City Exploration Team broke the “Tranquility” and “Peace” here, he chose not to kill or annihilate the clue, but without the slightest hesitation discard everything and migrate to other places.

“The reason why it didn’t die, maybe it was because the Silver City team was followed by an Amon. Well, maybe it was on the face of True Creator …” Klein spread his thoughts at random, and quickly arrived at a fairly intact church.

In this church stands a demonic wolf statue with 8 legs covered in dark and short hair.

There is a gray hair on the top of the statue’s head, and the dark pupils occupy at least 40% of the eyes3.

“It’s not Flegrea … the dark gloom demonic wolf that occasionally appeared in the third era, God of Desire? He had found the Sequence One Extraordinary characteristics in Land Abandoned by God for several thousand years?” Klein just flashed such an idea There was a sudden sound of “ta”, “ta”, “ta” in the ear.

Standing sideways, he immediately turned his gaze to the outside of the church, and saw that in the faint mist, one silhouette walked slowly and quickly outlined a clear outline.

He is nearly 2 meters 30 in height, with a slight bow on his back, white hair, wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, and scars on his mouth. He is wearing a dark black priest’s robe and is a fairly old pastor or bishop.

His dark brown eyes were quiet and calm, unlike the monsters of depths of darkness, bloody and bloodless, without spirituality.

However, during the long night when the frequency of lightning was low, the clergyman neither carried the fur skin lantern nor ignited the flame, and walked quietly in the light mist.