Chapter 40: chapter 35
Chapter 64 Intermission
Chapter 153 Intermission
"Miss Hunter?"
Klein stared at the white palm hovering in front of his face and subconsciously held his breath.
"The mission went well?"
After a brief moment of embarrassment, Sharon broke the silence and silently retracted her palms. There were no unnecessary waves on her delicate, doll-like face, but the half-step back movement of her unreal body revealed her true emotions.
"It's pretty...smooth." Klein breathed a sigh of relief.
He put his hands on both sides of the seat, exerting slight force on his arms, trying to sit up straight.
"hiss!"
The seat that had just rebounded slightly creaked. The injured detective clutched his chest, and his face, which was always controlled by the "Joker" ability, suddenly distorted.
The doll lady floating in mid-air glanced at her. It was unclear whether she was concerned or simply attracted by the detective's strange behavior.
Damn, it's too much... Klein slumped in the chair, unable to get up for a short time, and the corners of his mouth twitched, and he let out a dry laugh.
"The spirit is injured."
…
The house that Xio and Forsi rented in Jowood District.
Forsi had just finalized the beginning of the new book and was in a good mood, ready to reward himself with a cigarette. At this time, Xio opened the door and entered the study.
"Smoking is harmful to health."
Seeing the confusion on her face, Forsi did not argue, but secretly decided to lock the study door at all times from now on, and then turned to ask:
"You seem to have encountered something?"
Xio scratched his frizzy blond hair and sat down on the chair next to him.
"Remember what I told you, a few bounty hunters and I received an anonymous commission from an employer in the East District?"
"It's the one who pays the most."
Forsi briefly recalled:
"That matter... didn't I advise you not to meddle randomly and give up as soon as possible?"
"Think about it, you only have Sequence Nine, not even as good as me, and your IQ is not high. You often rely more on your fists than your brain. You can barely handle some liars and villains, but what if you really go up against gangsters? "
Forsi chuckled.
"To be honest, you look pretty good, but you are a bit short. You are still within the range of interest of Kapin and the others."
Xio had long been accustomed to being hit by her friends, so she ignored her sarcastic words and shook her head.
"The innocent girls kidnapped by Kapin need more care than me."
As she spoke, she added casually.
"And Kapin is dead, just last night."
"Last night?" Forsi took a puff of cigarette in shock.
Is His Highness Zaratul so efficient?
A target that can be chosen by Mr. "The Fool"... Kaping must be protected by a good amount of extraordinary power, at least similar to the elite team of the Intelligence Department...
From the time I recited the divine revelation to Kapin's sudden death, it was only three or four hours, right?
With such a straightforward move, who was the envoy responsible for assassinating Kapin?
"Actually, I can't be sure that he is dead." Xio nodded in response to his friend's question, "After all, no one found Kapin's body. Apart from the attendants who knew nothing about it, there were only four unidentified bodyguard corpses left in his villa. ."
"Now his villa has been taken over by the 'Punisher', and there is no official news yet."
There were not even corpses left. It was really done by a divine messenger... The figure of Mr. A flashed in Forsi's mind for no reason.
She suppressed many thoughts and hurriedly asked:
"Since no official information has come out, how did you know about it?"
"Is there any more detailed explanation?"
"For example, besides the corpse, is there anything else strange or concerning about the scene?"
What's worrying... Xiu thought about it for two seconds and shook his head.
"I heard it from a bounty hunter who also accepted the mission. He is a new face. We are not familiar with him, so we didn't ask too many questions."
With a strange face, he took the initiative to share the inside story that the official had deliberately controlled... Forsi felt a familiar feeling and was suddenly stunned.
She smelled the scent of her peers.
Could it be the secret line MI9 buried in the East District?
…
The deep blue and almost black fluid peaks are surging with waves, and the towering waves almost touch the sky. Not far away is the thunderstorm that seems to never stop, rumbling and roaring.
Nearly ten thousand tons of seawater are constantly rising and falling under the pull of gravity. The "Black Death", which is usually huge, is like a piece of duckweed, being gently lifted up. At the highest peak, it cannot escape the constraints of the planet. It fell and exploded after colliding with the solid sea water.
The keel reinforced by the steel structure continued to scream, and even the sailors who usually despised nature the most hid in the room at this time. Only the crew members with extraordinary strength could stick to the deck and maintain the straightness of the channel.
In the closed captain's room, the weak candle flame could not help but tremble, flickering on and off in accordance with the frequency of the ship's rocking.
In the middle of the not-so-wide house, thin threads visible to the naked eye intertwined into a network, tightly binding the seats made of ice crystals in mid-air.
The threads connected to every corner of the room and inserted into the gaps between the wooden boards like tree roots seemed like living creatures, constantly adjusting their directions. For a moment, the suspended "seat" in the middle of the room was as smooth as walking on the ground without shaking.
With the help of the dressing mirror placed in front of her, Tracy barely grasped the surrounding environment, driving the "Black Death" to turn the rudder to the left at the extreme position, and avoiding a huge wave from directly ahead.
Damn it, I shouldn't have been careless... The heroic lady's chest rose and fell sharply, and her sharp and bright blue eyes showed annoyance.
The famous "Lieutenant General of Disease" who had just replaced Chillinges as the new pirate general, did not notice the coming storm in time because of his greed for beauty, and almost died in the sea. If this spread, she would not have to live anymore. Find a pleasant undercurrent on the spot and jump into it.
However, that girl is indeed beautiful... Tracy thought.
He has bright red hair and a pair of green gem-like eyes. His skin tone is not fair, but it gives people a healthy look. She was wearing a lake-colored long dress, and her waist was tightened with a ribbon with flowers, making her look extremely slender.
Even Tracy, who had been to the Red Theater, her breathing stopped for two seconds when she saw the girl for the first time.
Fortunately, in a storm of this magnitude, although it is impossible for the entire fleet to escape smoothly, the main ship will not be affected.
Anyway, they are the legacy of Qilingos. There are many sailors without extraordinary abilities in the Five Seas. They advertise in the name of pirate generals, and it is only a matter of a month or two before the scale can be restored.
Putting aside distracting thoughts and taking advantage of a few breaths to adjust her emotions, Tracy's eyes became firm again.
She looked at the endless black and gray wind wall, relying on her years of sailing experience to make some distinctions, and then carefully commanded her flagship "Black Death" to rush towards the weakest point of the storm.
Time passed minute by minute, but the storm outside the window showed no sign of stopping.
The candlestick nailed to the table was almost burned out, and the flame in the dressing mirror behind him was so weak that it was almost invisible.
The ships on both sides of the "Black Death" disappeared one after another in the strong wind or sank on the spot. The storm carrying spiritual power stretched out its invisible hand, and uncontrolled power was exerted on a fairly good pirate ship. With just a slight pass, the ship's two masts shattered into several pieces.
Tracy stared at the silence of the ship, her blue eyes not even stopping for a moment on the crew members who fell into the sea and cried out for help.
She took a deep breath, no longer concentrating on her energy. The black flames burning the spirit body instantly enveloped the entire "Black Death", and the transparent silk threads wrapped around the flagship tightened again.
The gloomy blue eyes stared at the almost extinguished flames in front of him, as if waiting for something.
Finally, the burning spiritual flame helped the flagship briefly escape the influence of the out-of-control spirituality in the storm.
The black sails were raised again, and the five pirate ships that survived the storm were injured everywhere and slowly gathered together.
"Count the casualties and losses, and check how much fresh water and food there is on the ship..."
"Smooth Talker" Misol Jin stumbled and knocked on the door of the captain's cabin. His eyebrows were very short, only half the size of a normal person, and his sunken eye sockets had the characteristics of a native of the archipelago. The pirate gasped heavily and kept nodding in response. Captain's orders.
"By the way, let's take a look at our trophies, this time..."
Tracy, who was wearing beige trousers and a shirt of the same color, sat back in her seat and wanted to say something, but before she could continue, the panicked shouts of the pirates on the deck of the "Black Death" were completely overwhelmed. her voice.
Damn these guys!
Seeing the captain's unkind expression, Misor Jin did not dare to stay, and took the initiative to rush to the deck, preparing to attack the enemy.
But within a few seconds, Tracy saw Misor King running back with even faster steps than before.
"Captain, behind, behind us!"
"What happened next?" Tracy frowned slowly and subconsciously put her palms on her waist.
"Two warships flying the flag of Loen Navy rushed out of the storm behind!" Misol Jin swallowed and finished almost in one breath.
Loen Navy, at this time?
Is it the ship of the Southern Continent Legion, or the Third Fleet that has been banned by the ironclad?
If it's the latter, it's okay. Some of the banned old ships have been assigned to logistics, and generally not too much force will be deployed with the ships. But if it's the former...
Tracy was also a little absent-minded for a moment.
She has consumed too much spirituality in order to break out of the storm. If there are really powerful mid-sequence Beyonders on the ships behind...
Thinking of this, Tracy did not avoid Missol King's existence and went straight to the desk with the dressing mirror.
She opened a secret compartment on the lower right side of the desk and sifted through the sealed items that were difficult to carry with her.
Sharp and bright blue eyes quickly scanned the items placed in the hidden compartments, and finally settled on an ancient navigation compass.
It was a relic of Qilingos, an extraordinary item that he had hidden on the flagship before he landed on the mainland.
Mysore King said that the power of this compass is good luck... Tracey's eyes kept moving between the compass and another item next to it.
As a senior pirate, Tracy was certain that she did not have 100% trust in any crew member.
If Misol Jin had not lied, a certain amount of good luck would indeed work wonders in battle, but if he had lied...
The blue eyes gradually became firm, and Tracy reached out and touched two items at the same time.
It's not that she wants to believe Misol Jin, there's nothing she can do about it, it's just that she's had bad luck recently, so she has no choice but to do so.
…
Boom!
In the darkness, thick lightning tore through the sky. Derrick, who was in the middle of the team, looked at the illuminated distance and saw countless thin and blurry figures moving in the shadows further away, each pair exuding a strange feeling. The ray of light stared in the direction of where he was.
This is a place far away from the patrol circle of Silver City. It was this place where my father brought back gifts for me again and again?
He swallowed hard and held the hilt of the long sword harder.
"Don't be distracted. Joshua and Valier, please be alert to the surroundings. The others will rest where they are and raise a bonfire!"
Suddenly, Colin, who was walking at the front of the team and closely following Lovia's steps, gave an order, inserted the two swords behind his back, and took the lead in setting up a temporary camp.
They have been traveling for several hours, and it is now early morning in Silver City time, and they are about to approach their destination.
In order to ensure the status of the team members, they must rest here.
"Will there be a normal river six hundred steps ahead of here?" Colin pointed his long sword in a direction in the darkness and asked Lovia, who was two heads lower than him.
"Yes, the exploration team that set out last week reported that there is a new water source here."
Colin, who always held the sword tightly in his hand, glanced at Lovia who looked normal, then nodded and ordered behind him:
"Liaval, take a tar torch and look in this direction. Walk a distance of six hundred steps. Remember not to walk too fast."
"Yes." Liaval, who was two meters tall and had abnormally long limbs, nodded without any doubts about the chief's order.
He is a "Guardian" who has digested most of it. Even if there is any danger there, he can still persist until the Chief rescues him. UU read books www.uukanshu.net
Colin, whose face was wrinkled like a knife, looked from a distance, the focus of his eyes always resting on the floating fire.
It wasn't until the other party responded from afar as was customary that the old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then shouted towards the half-built temporary camp:
"Everyone, prepare to take turns replenishing the water supply!"
The exploration team worked in pairs and quickly arranged their order. Derrick, who was on his first exploration mission, happened to be standing next to Samael.
His parents had just finished their patrol, and as usual, they would not be sent out to explore again, so this time he was alone.
"How does it feel to go out and explore for the first time?"
Samael's voice came from the darkness. Derrick rotated the hand holding the torch, and a tired smile appeared on his young face.
"Still a little uncomfortable."
He knew that his new friend, as a Sequence Seven "divineer", had already participated in many explorations as an auxiliary personnel, so his tone was a little more asking for advice.
"It's okay, everyone gets used to it slowly." Samael patted Derrick on the back, "Just get used to it."
He didn't have the habit of putting his hands on weapons at all times, so his free right hand pointed Derrick in the direction of the towering target in the distance.
"According to what's marked on the map, we can reach Afternoon Town in one day. It was once a city where ascetics gathered at the foot of the Lord's Kingdom of God. There shouldn't be too much danger, and it's very suitable for a newcomer like you."
"Just relax."
The exam was taken into the mouth of a strange teacher and he was injured.
Finally, I would like to ask for recommendations and monthly tickets, please.
Missing chapters and error reports
[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Bookmark] [Next Chapter]
Chapter 65 The Unlucky Vampire
Chapter 154 The Unlucky Vampire
Backlund, weekend.
In an apartment in the Backlund Bridge area, Klein, whose spirit body was injured, was weakly spreading jam on white bread while flipping through today's newspapers.
"What? Safe?" As he looked at it, he almost blurted out and almost choked himself. He leaned forward quickly and accidentally pulled the invisible wound on his chest.
hiss! It hurts!
No, the pain is not important. The key is that I have never seen any safes!
I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, don't blame everything on the murderer... Klein immediately mentally denied his statement of stealing all the property in the safe with three consecutive words.
The situation was urgent at that time, and the negative effects of the "poisoned wine brooch" were fully unleashed. All Klein could think about was how to kill several of Kapin's bodyguards, how to make Kapin's life worse than death, and how to find a safe.
And even if I did find the safe, given the state I was in at the time, it would be unrealistic to fully contain all the belongings in the safe. The possibility of losing control on the spot would be greater than the chance of me getting rich by cheating... Gram Ryan muttered silently, confirming that it was some of the subsequent investigators who divided up all the property in the safe.
"Rogue 'Black Emperor'?"
A cold and familiar voice came from behind. Sharon floated behind Klein, and a pair of blue eyes stayed on the black and white picture next to the report.
"Well, this is the blessing I got with the help of an extraordinary item... It can also be said to be a disguise."
Klein spoke vaguely. He took a sip of Xibo black tea and slowly exhaled. He turned over the newspaper and wanted to skip this topic.
"The wound on your spiritual body," Sharon looked away, and the unreal and unreal figure floated to the other side of the dining table, "How to deal with it?"
How to deal with it? Klein held the newspaper in both hands and pondered slightly.
The ability of "Shepherd" focuses on flesh and blood and reality. Since the spiritual body was injured, seeking help from Mr. A would probably only cause him more trouble.
He thought for a moment, closed the newspaper, and looked out the window.
"I have found a suitable vampire doctor. I will go find him later."
…
"You don't have an intern named Emlyn White here?"
Backlund, West District, Yousef Clinic, Klein and a balding middle-aged man in a white coat at the front desk looked at each other.
"Sir, I have already shown you our roster here. We do not have a doctor named Emlyn White."
The bald, middle-aged doctor propped his chin with one hand, looking like he was sleep deprived.
"But, but I have a friend who told me that he works at the Yousef Clinic." Klein was confused for a moment.
He gestured with his hands in front of his chest and looked at the words "Yousef Clinic" written in cursive letters at the top of the roster in his hand. He was at a loss for words.
Emlyn White can't trick him, can he?
Isn't it said that the relationship between the vampires and the Trunsoest intelligence department is very good?
Burkhardt mistakenly thought that I was a preparatory envoy of the Aurora Society. There was no way he would have the guts to deceive me together with Emlyn White...
Just when Klein was doubting his life, the middle-aged doctor at the front desk who looked impatient and yawned suddenly stopped.
While muttering "Wait a minute," he pulled out another page of documents from the stacks of papers on the front desk.
"See if the friend you mentioned is him."
The middle-aged doctor pointed to the upper left corner of the "application" with a photo and portrait, and pushed it towards Klein.
On the one-inch black-and-white photo, a familiar face caught Klein's eye.
He was a man with slicked back hair and a serious look that was somewhat dashing. He was about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old, with a delicate and handsome appearance, but there was undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows and eyes, with a high nose and thin lips. He was clearly Emlyn White.
Seeing Klein nodding blankly, the middle-aged doctor let out a sneer.
He touched his forehead behind the hairline with a joke on his face.
"This person has been submitting his profile to us since last month, hoping to apply for the position of intern doctor in our clinic. He submitted his profile for two months in a row, and he didn't even get a single interview."
"The excuse he gives every time is either that the weather is bad or he is not feeling well. In short, except for the photo above, we have never seen him in person."
"So, he is not an employee here at all?" Klein used the ability of "Joker" to stabilize himself, restrained his desire to clench his fists and twitch the corners of his mouth, and tried to speak as calmly as possible.
The middle-aged doctor nodded slightly and sounded disgusted.
"of course not."
"The investor in our clinic is a Marquis with excellent moral character. What he hates most is people who don't abide by the agreements and rules, people like your friend..."
"Huh. If it weren't for the fact that every time he submitted his resume, it would be accompanied by a letter of recommendation from a doctor of medicine at Backlund University. We wouldn't even have looked at his resume."
The middle-aged doctor put away the resume belonging to Emlyn White and waved to Klein sympathetically.
"In short, we really don't have such a doctor here."
"If you can see your friend, please tell him that Yousef Clinic will not accept a doctor who can't even keep the most basic contract. Let him find a job elsewhere."
"Okay." Klein thought a lot in his mind, but in the end he could only choke out one word.
After saying goodbye to the doctor at the front desk of Yousef Clinic, Klein left for a while and stopped a taxi.
"Have you reached a cooperative relationship with the vampire doctor?"
The "resentful spirit" appeared in the air, and Sharon, who was as exquisite as a doll, looked at Klein and asked lightly.
Obviously her doubts did not contain teasing or sarcasm, but Klein still felt a pain in the wound on his chest.
He clutched his ribs, frowned, and avoided looking:
"There was indeed cooperation."
"Then you are going to the south area of Daqiao now?"
Klein glanced at Sharon floating in the air guiltily, and lowered his voice unconfidently.
"South of the Bridge, where Emlyn White lives."
"He shouldn't even lie about his address."
Sharon nodded indifferently without saying anything, and her figure melted into the air again.
…
No. 48, Hewan Avenue, Daqiao South District.
The hosts who were having breakfast heard the jingling of the doorbell.
This household did not hire a maid, and the person who opened the door was a blond lady with an appearance that could be considered high-class, with a pair of particularly conspicuous scarlet eyes.
Judging from her appearance, she was at least thirty years old. She had smooth blond hair tied behind her head and was wearing a dark house dress. She looked like she had just woken up.
The hostess watched the uninvited guest outside the door with an alert expression. Her eyes swept over the coat and trousers worn by the tall man, and then landed on the man's hands hanging on his sides. Finally, to the man's surprise, she stared at him. The void behind the man.
"What are you two going to do?"
The two... Klein also looked at the vampire in front of him who was suspected to be Emlyn White's mother, and smiled.
"Let's find Emlyn White."
Under Mrs. White's vigilant gaze, he skillfully drew several messy lines on his chest.
"Madam, as you can see, we are friends of Emlyn."
"Emlyn's friend..." Mrs. White murmured this word, feeling a little lost for a moment, as if she heard something incredible.
Fortunately, she was not in a trance for a long time. The voice belonging to Mr. White coming from behind the hall brought her thoughts back.
"Honey, what's wrong?"
Mr. White, who was dining in the restaurant, also smelled a strange and dangerous smell.
He cautiously stretched his fingers, his footsteps almost silent, and came behind him.
This middle-aged man with gold-rimmed glasses, soft facial features, and a kind temperament looks slightly older than his wife, but he looks to be in his thirties.
"I'm sorry to disturb you..."
Out of politeness, Klein recounted what he had just said to Mrs. White to Mr. White, and by the way made another prayer gesture to praise the "God of Mysteries".
"It turned out to be a guest at home."
At the sight of the familiar prayer gesture, Mr. White was visibly relieved.
He immediately became much more enthusiastic, and together with his wife, he invited the guests standing outside the door into the house.
This vampire with extraordinary qualities did not expose the "resentful soul" who deliberately kept his spiritual body to hide himself. Apart from placing an extra tea set next to the tea prepared for Klein, he made no unnecessary moves.
"Mr. Moriarty, are you here to see Emlyn?" Mr. White got straight to the point and went directly to the topic.
Compared to Emlyn, his parents look very normal and not so arrogant... Klein cursed and nodded:
"Yes, I have reached a cooperation agreement with him, and he is now my cooperative doctor."
"Emlyn, are you your co-doctor?"
Mr. White opened his mouth in surprise, looked at each other and shook his head in unison with his wife.
This senior physician who actually received a doctorate in medicine from Backlund University hesitated to speak, and finally sighed.
He looked at Klein with an apologetic expression.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Moriarty."
"Neither his mother nor I knew about this beforehand, and we would not have let him fulfill his agreement with you if we could."
It sounds like Emlyn's parents also think he is unreliable... Klein felt sympathy for the young vampire for a second.
Seeing that Klein was silent, Mr. White could only continue to explain:
"Emlyn is just a vampire who has just come of age. Strictly speaking, although he is within the scope of fulfilling the obligations of the cooperation terms signed by His Majesty the Emperor and Pope Ourolius, he does not yet have the capabilities he should have."
"Of course, after all, he is equivalent to a Sequence Seven Beyonder, and he is still capable of handling ordinary patients. However, the members of the intelligence department who cooperate with us often suffer from unusual injuries, leaving an immature vampire to deal with them. It's easy for things to go wrong."
As he spoke, Mr. White's apology became more intense.
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling helpless.
"If you urgently need a doctor, I can work with you on my son's behalf."
Um!
Klein, who was sitting opposite Mr. White and listening carefully, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Mr. White is obviously much more reliable than Emlyn White, and he is also a real doctor of medicine. If this gentleman is really willing to cooperate on behalf of his son, then I will make a profit... Klein was secretly happy in his heart, but on the surface Still made excuses.
"Thank you for your kindness. I think I need to think about it and ask Emlyn what he means. After all, this is an agreement signed by the two of us."
"Of course." Mr. White pushed up his glasses, and his emotions that had finally calmed down suddenly became complicated again.
Klein, who is good at observing and extremely sensitive to other people's facial expressions and emotional changes, sensed Mr. White's subtle embarrassment.
"It's just... you probably won't be able to see Emlyn for a while."
As expected by Klein, Mr. White concealed certain facts about Emlyn.
"Did he get into any trouble?" Klein asked at the right moment.
Looking at Klein's sincere expression, Mr. White sighed again and finally told the truth.
"Emlyn was planning to attend an interview at Yousef Clinic this Wednesday, but something happened on the way."
"There was some misunderstanding between him and Bishop Utravsky of the Church of the Mother Earth. Now he is detained by the bishop in the church and needs to be a hired servant for two months."
"He cannot leave the church until the bishop is satisfied."
…
At noon, the golden church absorbs the temperature of the sun. The holy emblem of life engraved on the spire and outer wall exudes invisible gentleness. Symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers and springs surround the simple baby in the center, which is in harmony with the surrounding ones. The architectural styles are completely different.
Klein looked at this small church that was incompatible with the tone of Backlund's industrial city and found that there didn't seem to be many believers in it.
The size of this church is not even as large as St. Samuel's Church in Tingen... He held the paper bag in his arms, tapped his cane on the ground, and walked in from the main entrance step by step. UU Reading www.uｕukanshu.net
In the church hall, rows of empty seats are arranged neatly. Directly facing the door is a huge Holy Emblem of Life. Even at noon, the candles on both sides are all lit, and the candlelight surrounds the altar in the center. A tall bishop was kneeling here devoutly, his deep voice echoing in the air.
Just looking at his back and the muscle lines protruding from the corner of his back and the wide bishop's robe, Klein can feel the strong sense of oppression from this mountain-sized bishop.
Are all the people in Earth Church so "simple"?
I had only heard before that they encouraged believers and priests to cultivate their own crops, experience the joy of harvest, and hone themselves on the journey of life.
I thought it was just a rhetoric at first, but I didn't expect their priest to be so outrageous... Klein looked at the muscle lines of the bishop prostrate in front of the altar in a daze, and swallowed silently. Mouth and mouth.
Suddenly, the calm Xiaoshan resumed breathing.
The tall, muscular bishop stood up slowly and looked at the visitor behind him.
Although no sound was made during this process, Klein's spirituality was still keen to capture an abnormal change.
The moment the bishop stood up, the whole church seemed to be shaking.
The bishop, who had light and sparse eyebrows, fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and light blue eyes, slowly moved forward, looked at Klein, and said in a gentle tone:
"Welcome to the church of the Mother Goddess. Whether you believe in it or not, as the Mother of the Earth and His dependents, we welcome every creature in need of help."
Finally, I would like to ask for recommendations and monthly tickets, please.
Missing chapters and error reports
[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Bookmark] [Next Chapter]
Chapter 66 I'm not good at fighting
Chapter 155 I'm not good at fighting
"Welcome to the church of the Mother Goddess. Whether you believe in it or not, as the Mother of the Earth and His dependents, we welcome every creature in need of help."
"Are you the Bishop of this church?"
Klein looked at this ridiculously tall middle-aged man and unconsciously stood up straighter.
The tall bishop shook his head, his gentle tone inconsistent with his strong stature.
"My name is Utravsky. I prefer to be called Father."
Father...Klein pursed his lips and glanced past Father Utravsky's feet calmly.
After all, he had also received knight training for a period of time, and after being promoted to "Magician", he had a keener observation of human body movements.
So it was easy to see that Bishop Utravsky, who claimed to be a priest, had the feeling of a heavy-armored knight when he walked. With his astonishing height and strong body, Klein had to be curious about the origin of this priest.
"I would like to ask, Mr. Father, you seem to be a Fusac man. How come you believe in the Mother Earth Goddess and come to manage a church in a country where there are almost no believers in the Mother Earth Goddess?"
The brown bishop was obedient to the surface of his body. Father Utravsky slowly turned around and looked at the Holy Emblem of the Earth behind him.
"I come from Indor on the coast of the Sea. I was once a sinner who committed great crimes through fanaticism and war."
Simply put, he was a pirate?
Klein nodded slightly in confusion, and the paper bag wrapped around his arms pressed against the head of his cane.
"Back home, I committed serious crimes and ended up becoming a ruthless pirate to escape punishment."
"Like other villains on the sea, I committed many appalling crimes, but fortunately, before I truly fell into the hell of my soul, I met a missionary from the Mother Goddess and was saved, becoming another A lamb who repented by the radiance of the Mother Goddess."
The two-meter-tall priest slowly lowered his lower body, then looked at Klein and answered another question.
"As for why I came to Loen to preside over this church, I think this is my duty as a believer, and it is also the duty that every preacher should fulfill."
"We cannot sit back and enjoy the fruits of the former and be forever satisfied in areas where the belief in the Mother Goddess is developed. Instead, we must actively spread the joy that comes purely from life itself, so that more people can experience the kindness of the Mother Goddess and escape from the suffering of the mortal world."
"At the same time, this is also my repentance for my past sins. Only more good deeds can appease the resentful souls who died because of me."
The priest's calm and clean voice echoed in the empty hall. Klein, whose face was stiff, struggled to smile and bowed to him with respect.
Compared with the priest in front of him who was illuminated by the radiance of the god and returned from his lost path, Klein's own belief in the goddess and his due respect for the "mystery" seemed insignificant and he felt inferior.
"Each of us is born on the earth beneath our feet. At the beginning of our birth, everyone is pure and innocent, just like a piece of white paper."
"All sins and causes and effects are caused by our growing up in the wrong direction."
"These sins have nothing to do with the mother. When a child grows up, he will eventually leave his mother's arms temporarily. He will not return until the moment of death, returning to the earth and nothingness. Like everything in the world, he is born from dust and returns to dust. "
"Mother certainly has a great tolerant heart, but these evil consequences are not her original intention. This is our own burden. We have created evil, and we should also take responsibility, end the continuation of evil, and prevent the filth of the world from happening again. To influence our common mother."
Compared with the philosophers who are famous for their books, Father Utravsky, who used life as paper and asceticism as pen, can better embody the brilliance of human thinking.
Klein was deeply attracted by this part of the bishop's habitual preaching aria, and for a moment he almost forgot the original purpose.
Although I don't believe in the Earth Mother Goddess... Well, I'm actually not devout to any god. My respect for the goddess comes from the captain and the companions and seniors of the "Nighthawks", and I also respect the "Mystery" and the true Creator. Like a tiny insect relying on despair when facing the roof of the world... It is a fear that is difficult to understand across levels.
"Mr. Father, I'm here to ask you something." Klein took two steps back so that his neck would not get sore from looking up.
"What's the matter?" The kind priest nodded slightly.
"It's like this. There is a vampire young man named Emlyn White, and I have an agreement with him." Klein looked expectantly into Father Utravski's eyes, "I am encountering difficulties now, I hope He can fulfill his original agreement."
The towering half-giant nodded slowly.
"He's here, but you'll have to wait a while to see him."
The half-giant's hill-like body rotates flexibly, and behind it is a wall inlaid with the sacred emblem of the Earth Mother.
"It's morning class now."
Morning class? It's noon!
Father Utravsky glanced at Klein with a smile.
"It's 'early morning' for vampires."
Early in the morning... Klein's brows twitched visibly.
It seemed, probably, that when he visited Emlyn's parents, Mr. and Mrs. White really wanted to prepare "breakfast"...
It's true that each race has its own biological clock...
"Then how long do I have to wait?" Klein felt helpless.
"It won't be long."
In the empty and cold church, Father Utravsky pointed to a row of seats.
"If he studies hard, he can finish today's studies in about ten minutes."
So what if Emlyn is lazy, procrastinates, and fails to concentrate on his studies?
Klein didn't dare to tell the worst possible scenario.
He speculated that the principle of the lucky blessing given to him by Will Asceptin was probably to overdraw his luck for a period of time to ensure the smoothness of his actions that night.
The sixteen hours since the end of the operation have vaguely confirmed his suspicion.
If Mr. White did not lie or conceal anything, Emlyn met Father Utravsky on the way to the Yousef Clinic interview on Wednesday, and was then tied to the church and forced to agree to be a volunteer for two months. .
It's strange. Although the Church of the Mother Earth is not Roen's orthodox belief, it is still a church that has obtained the legal right to preach. It has its own church and underground seal. This can be seen from the spiritual color flowing in the church's Holy Emblem. It can be seen that there is also law enforcement power or assisting jurisdiction over wild Extraordinary people.
The priest's character is not an extreme type like a "punisher". He is an ascetic who repented for his past sins. He should follow the principle of avoiding the world as much as possible. How could he conflict with Emlyn?
Klein thought for a while and asked as implicitly as possible:
"Mr. Father, can a vampire also become a priest of the Mother Earth?"
Noticing that the bishop was attracted by the questions he asked, Klein subconsciously speeded up his speech.
"What I mean is that, generally speaking, in the eyes of other churches, naturally extraordinary creatures like vampires are the same as cultists, a dangerous group that needs to be guarded against or even eliminated."
"All creatures on earth come from mother, so as long as he is pious and still retains the seeds of kindness in his heart, mother will accept him and give him a haven." Father Utravsky looked down at Klein, with a slight smile on his lips. Shangyang said, "What are the attitudes of other churches towards this? I am not a believer in the god they believe in, so I dare not make any rash comments. But I don't remember that the Lamb, the father of all living beings, has such a big prejudice against the vampires."
"He is the God in the sky and the mother of the earth who is voluntarily consecrated. They should have certain concepts in common."
Father of all living beings, isn't this a strange name for the true Creator from the Vampires? As a "secret" God's Favorite, Klein has of course read the holy books of the two righteous gods of the Second Empire of Trunsoest in the Southern Continent.
In his impression, the title "Father of All Living Things" was adopted by the True Creator Church after the establishment of the Second Empire in the Fourth Age. As a correction part of the old temple, it was added to the end of the Creator's original direction.
This act is regarded as an important node in the union between the vampire race and the Church of the True Creator, whether in historical or theological research, and is equivalent to a carefully prepared political declaration.
The priest is undoubtedly a loyal believer of the Mother Earth, and even he is using this title... Klein's thoughts were churning for a moment.
He smelled an unknown conspiracy.
For example...Suddenly, Klein found Father Utravsky, who was nearly half his height, looking down at him.
The priest twitched his wrinkled face and said with a smile:
"It seems that you were indeed born in Loen and have never been to Aarons City."
He did not explain the meaning of this sentence, and the fine wrinkles on his face became more compact with the obvious smile.
"You want to ask why Emlyn White came to the Church of the Mother Goddess, right?"
"Uh, yes." Klein nodded confusedly.
Father Utravsky said in a recalling tone:
"I go to the almshouses and public welfare hospitals in the East District and Backlund Bridge District every week to teach and do volunteer work."
"As Mother Priest, simple herbalism and medicine are basic knowledge for all to master."
"Emlyn happened to pass by a public welfare hospital I often go to, and he tried to steal fresh blood from the blood bank."
When a vampire enters the blood bank, does he want to eat at the buffet?
Co-author Emlyn was arrested by Father Utravsky after an attempted theft... Klein was stunned for two seconds, and gradually figured out the whole process.
That's okay. If you break the law, you'll have to pay a price. That's understandable.
Klein looked around, raised his head again, and finally let out a long sigh.
In the end, it was me who was unlucky.
"Emlyn White is your cooperating doctor?"
"You are hurt?"
Father Utravsky's eyes were filled with concern as he scanned Klein from top to bottom. Since he was not a real "doctor", he could not determine exactly what kind of pain Klein had suffered in a short period of time.
"Yes," Klein made no secret, pointing to his chest with a smile, "It's an injury on the spiritual level. Otherwise, there is no need to find a professional 'pharmacist' or 'doctor'."
"The wound on the spirit body..."
Father Utravsky looked at Klein deeply, shook his head and said:
"Unfortunately, my medical ability is not enough to treat injuries to the spirit body. After Emlyn finishes his morning classes, I will prepare the necessary herbs and materials for him to help you recover as soon as possible."
"Of course," the priest said with a slight pause, "I have a request. I wonder if you can help me."
"No problem, please tell me."
The priest left an excellent impression on Klein, and he agreed without hesitation.
"The followers of the Father of All are as generous as ever."
Utravsky stood there like a giant pillar and said after a few seconds:
"My commission is..."
Having said this, he closed his eyes.
"kill me."
Klein looked up at Bishop Utravsky, who was two heads taller than him, and subconsciously grasped the "yellow-black eye" wrapped around his wrist.
Kill you?
What kind of joke is this Father Fusak kidding?
At your size and as a battle-hardened pirate, you'd be fine if you killed me, right?
Silence fell in the church. Seeing that Klein seemed to have misunderstood him, Father Utravsky shook his head.
"I mean, kill the old me."
Without waiting for Klein to ask further questions, he explained the meaning behind this in a low and gentle voice.
"I hope you can use a special sealed object that once belonged to a dragon to enter a person's heart. I hope you can use this object to enter my heart and kill my past that has not really died yet. "
"Let me, who is passionate about killing and passionate about fighting, die completely."
"That bloody history should not be forgotten, and the Mother Goddess has never allowed me to forget the mistakes I have made, but I must get rid of these filthiness in my heart in order to better fulfill my oath to spread the glory of the Mother Goddess. ."
In other words, the strong contrast between the two stages of life, UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.net, caused the half-giant priest to suffer from some schizophrenia.
If it were on the earth in the past, this would indeed be a difficult disease, but considering the existence of the "audience", this kind of mental illness may indeed be like paper in front of the powerful "audience" path saint.
But Bishop Utravsky wants to rely on a sealed object that originally belonged to the dragon. It sounds like he wants me to enter his spiritual world and directly kill that personality... Is this thing reliable? Could it be that he used too much force and accidentally maimed the bishop of the Mother Earth Church?
Moreover, the status of general bishops is the same as that of the captain of the Beyonder team, which means that this half-giant bishop is at least above the mid-level. Even if I have some special features in the dream, I may not be able to completely defeat an experienced combat veteran. Extraordinary ones.
Not to mention that he is most likely a "warrior"... Klein shook his head gently and advised:
"To be honest, Bishop Utravsky, sealed objects all have their own flaws. Why don't you ask for help from the Mother Earth Church and ask for the church's help."
"I think they would be happy to help you, a devout believer."
"If that doesn't work, I can also contact the divine envoy of the Aurora Society for you."
Klein explains why:
"As you can see, I only have Sequence Six, and my path focuses on divination and assistance."
"I'm not good at fighting."
A lot of homework...
I am a cyber coolie, a migrant worker in film and television, and a great writer and director.
Grass!
Finally, I would like to ask for recommendations and monthly tickets, please.
Missing chapters and error reports
[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Bookmark] [Next Chapter]
Chapter 67 Contradictory Act
Chapter 156 Contradictory Behavior
"I'm not good at fighting."
Seeing Klein's embarrassed look, Father Utravsky did not continue to press, and said with a dazed look in his eyes.
"It seems that the opportunity for me to end my past sins has not yet appeared."
"Oh, if I hadn't sworn on the Mother Goddess's holy relics that I would not ask for help from the church before my mission was successful, things wouldn't be so difficult."
He crossed his arms over his chest as if hugging an invisible baby.
Well, to put it simply, the situation of the priest is that the memory of the past is too deep and the conflict with the current life is fierce, resulting in a split in personality... The pseudo-psychologist and real keyboard powerhouse Klein Moretti made a preliminary judgment.
"Actually, you just swore not to ask for help from the church. This doesn't mean that you can't ask for help from the True Creator, I mean the divine envoy of the Aurora Society."
He rubbed his chin and gave advice.
Father Utravsky repented of his past evil deeds, helped the poor day after day, practiced medicine voluntarily, and cleared the reflection in his heart. He not only helped him alone, but also helped the East District and Backlund Bridge. District those poor people who have real difficulties in life and cannot afford medical treatment.
On the contrary, if he just sits back and does nothing, Klein knows very well that the imprint hidden in the psychology and potion is the natural enemy of extraordinary people, an invisible but solid obstacle that can never be overcome.
If the reflection of Father Utravsky's past is allowed to remain, not to mention that the priest himself cannot be promoted, his life will stop at the current sequence. Deep in his heart, using his past as a template, the reflection of his love for killing and fanatical fighting will one day appear. Relying on the warlike brand of the "Warrior" potion itself, it has returned.
It's better to be lucky, but the priest may fall into a semi-out of control state and be picked up by the Church of the Mother Earth, but if he is not so lucky...
Klein could not imagine how much harm a "soldier" with rich combat experience and sophisticated blood-fighting skills would cause to the already weak and poor creatures if he suddenly went berserk and lost control while preaching and treating diseases.
"Asking for help from the Father of All Living Beings?" Father Utravsky chewed on Klein's suggestion and nodded slowly, "My original oath did not prohibit me from seeking help from outside the church."
"It's just that I left the church alone. I left Feneport and came to Loen to preach. It's already my limit to contact the local vampires."
He glanced at Klein.
"Going to the vampires for help is not much different from asking the church for help."
Why do you say that?
Could it be that the true Creator influenced Orsonosono I and persuaded some of the vampires who obeyed the emperor to convert to the Earth Mother Goddess of the Northern Continent in exchange for the alliance?
Otherwise, how could Father Utravsky classify the Blood Tribe and the Church of the Mother Earth into one category?
Klein swallowed his doubts and patiently explained:
"I mean, I can contact the divine messenger for you."
As he spoke, he took action, triggering the iron-black badge buried under the flesh and blood of the palm of his right hand, and briefly conveyed to Mr. A a series of events that occurred in the Harvest Church.
After waiting for a moment, the badge buried under the flesh became faintly warm. Klein looked at the words written in blood on his palm and nodded slightly.
"He agreed."
Father Utravsky stared at him for a while, then slowly said:
"good."
"If it succeeds, I will prepare corresponding rewards for you and the divine envoy."
Klein was stunned for a moment, then sincerely praised:
"Mr. Father, you are such a generous man."
Father Utravsky didn't say anything more. He looked at the clock on the wall of the church and the position of the sun outside the window. He got up and walked behind the holy symbol.
"Morning class time is over."
He waved to Klein, motioning for the detective to follow.
Behind the wall where the Holy Emblem of the Harvest Church stands, there is only a relatively empty corridor, connecting the entrance to the basement and several lackluster rooms.
Bishop Utravsky walked through his room and knocked lightly on the door next door.
"Harvest...Joy...Mother Inspiration..."
Dong Dong Dong... Under Klein's increasingly hesitant gaze, Bishop Utravsky knocked a few more times.
It turns out that the morning lesson mentioned by Father Utravsky was for Emlyn White to recite the Holy Scriptures of the Mother Earth?
Recite the holy scriptures under the seal of the church...recite the holy scriptures under the spiritual light that gathers believers to pray and points directly to the Mother Earth...
This is not morning class. The priest is clearly transforming Emlyn into a devout believer of the Mother Earth, and he is using a quick method.
Alas, I remember that he was so loyal to the moon back then... Listening to the stumbling, incoherent and neutral voice, Klein rubbed his cheeks and watched expressionlessly as a pale-skinned young man opened the door. Looking at Bishop Utravsky with some fear, he raised his chin and said:
"I haven't finished memorizing it yet."
Ah...
Seeing the vampire in front of him who looked away as stubbornly as a primary school student and did not dare to look directly at Bishop Utravsky, Klein silently walked around the priest's broad arms.
"Emlyn White?"
Emlyn, who had scarlet eyes, looked sideways and found another man standing next to the priest's broad body.
He opened his eyes wide at once, and a light called hope burst out from his scarlet pupils.
"Sherlock Moriarty!"
In an instant, Emlyn White burst out with the speed that a vampire should have, and his slender figure pulled out afterimages and rushed to Klein's side.
"My parents asked you to save me, right?"
He looked up and down at Klein, the hope in his eyes becoming more dazzling.
In his understanding, Sherlock Moriarty is a strong man certified by the big figures of the Vampire Clan, a preparatory envoy of the Aurora Society, and has definitely reached the fifth level of the sequence.
Snapped.
The detective forcefully swatted away Emlyn's hand that was trying to hold his arm, and took half a step back expressionlessly.
He looked at the stunned vampire, slowly raised a smile, and told the truth happily.
"No, your parents told me they had no problem with you volunteering under Bishop Utravsky."
"I'm here to fulfill my promise."
"Agreement? What agreement?" Emlyn asked doubtfully.
He also repeated Klein's "no objections" over and over again in his mind, without reacting at all.
"As Detective Moriarty's cooperating doctor, of course it is you who will treat his wounds."
The half-giant tall priest took action to separate Emlyn, who was trying to get close to him again.
"Are you injured?" Emlyn fearfully avoided the priest's iron pot-sized palm and actively backed away.
His scarlet-colored eyes, with relatively narrow pupils compared to ordinary people, looked at Klein twice carefully and raised his chin slightly.
"The aura of the spirit body is disordered, and the whole body is spiritually deficient. Half of your problems are caused by overdrafting your spirituality after you were injured."
Klein didn't care about Emlyn's diagnosis and simply asked:
"Can it be cured in a short time?"
The vampire doctor snorted.
"For someone like you who doesn't have a clear understanding of your physical condition after being injured and ruins your body casually, no matter how good the doctor is, he won't be able to get you back to normal quickly."
"Then if the treatment is normal, how long will it take?" Klein frowned and touched his chest with one hand.
"What you need is to rest, and not to use too much spiritual energy for at least a month." Emlyn said seriously, "I have never seen a situation like yours, and I can't give you a definite answer."
Not being able to mobilize your spirituality excessively for a month... is unrealistic... Klein breathed a sigh of relief.
"Treat first."
If it doesn't work, he will ask Mr. A if there is any good way.
Mr. A performs high-risk tasks all year round and must have unique experience in recovering from injuries.
…
A place abandoned by God, in a declining city-state.
"Everyone is on alert, gather near the light source, and use 'Guardians' and 'Dawn Knights' as units to be on alert in groups. Murals and text on the walls are not allowed to be read."
Half of the huge curtain-style door in front of him was lost. Colin Iliad examined the dark arch like the entrance to the abyss, his eyes filled with green light.
The chief, who was over eighty years old, turned sideways and looked at the people in Silver City who had begun to gather towards the torches behind him. He looked at the young man holding a sword in both hands and the long-haired woman hiding close to him, and said in a low voice:
"Lovia, take the group behind you and me to continue exploring.
Holding the "Sword of Silence" tightly in both hands, Derrick followed behind the elder Lovia who had a terrifying aura, and was wary of all kinds of evil and incomprehensible paintings on the surrounding walls.
Before arriving at Afternoon Town, the chief specially broke up the original team and changed it into a group of three people. Only one of the three people needed to keep the light on at all times, and the other two moved forward with the illuminator as the center.
Of course, there are always various accidents in the dark, so other people in the team must also carry fire with them so that they can quickly glow to protect themselves when the lighting fails or disappears.
Unfortunately, Derrick was taken out of the original group and placed in the group headed by Elder Lovia. The other teammate accompanying him was a relatively unfamiliar old man. As for Samael He was paired with Chief Colin.
He stared at the tall figure in front of him who was holding a lantern in his left hand and a straight sword hanging in his right hand. For a moment, the anxiety in his heart was dispelled, and he immediately became wary of his surroundings.
In the darkness, a pair of purple eyes quietly moved away from Derrick, admiring the murals on both sides, distractedly interpreting the secrets hidden under the patterns describing various disaster scenes.
Lovia, who had a bright and elegant appearance, gently lifted the hair from her ears and walked forward slowly.
This is the interior of the Temple of the Creator. It looks abandoned. The statue in the deepest part has also lost its function of attracting the attention of the god.
Apart from the necessary preparations, in order to guard against the powerful monsters that might exist outside the ancient road, they deliberately took a detour in another direction and crossed the entire plain without shelter before arriving at this city-state.
"Stop."
The deep voice of Chief Colin Iliad came from the front. The old man following Lovia stopped, and the swaying torch swayed with red light.
In the sudden void, a naked man with one black eye hung on an upside-down cross. His face was blurred, and the appearance of the statue also showed traces of time. The spirituality that once existed on it has disappeared along with a ferocious crack on the statue. Appears to dissipate.
Colin examined this mysterious sculpture that should not be here. From top to bottom, he touched the darkness that had been devoutly carved by the craftsmen with his eyes again and again. The depth in his eyes became more and more solemn.
The bottom of this statue is painted with the logo of the "Hanged Man" route. The inverted cross is undoubtedly a symbol of the Lord bearing the sins of all living beings... Although all this is reasonable, the Lord has already died after the disaster. Far away from the Eastern Continent, there are few responses. According to records, the afternoon town was destroyed early. Why is the cross here hanging upside down...
Someone must have rebuilt the statue here after the disaster.
But who did this?
Who deliberately destroyed the statue after remodeling it?
This is a blasphemous act!
Colin listened to the anxious heartbeat that only he could hear. His big hand filled with vicissitudes of life took out a bottle of potion from the pocket of his clothes. After drinking it, two dark green mysterious symbols quickly appeared in his eyes.
The "Devil Hunter" itself has a certain ability to identify, and when combined with the corresponding potion, this ability will be strengthened to track and restore evil spirituality and traces, making him the natural enemy of evil auras.
"Eyes." The dreamy purple eyes closed gently. Lovia suddenly reminded her. The old man holding a torch at the side was so shocked that he subconsciously flexed his muscles and stared in the direction of her gaze. Derrick, who was holding two swords, was also nervous. stand up.
Derrick, who swallowed silently, lowered his body and watched the chief, who slowly lowered his gaze after a period of silence. He recalled the teachings of Mr. "The Hanged Man" and was ready to pray to Mr. "The Fool" at any time.
The dark green symbols in Colin's eyes slowly moved down, and finally stopped at the single unblurred eye of the statue of the true Creator. Looking at the faded scarlet, waves of illusory murmurs instantly echoed in his mind.
Thousands of different voices overlapped together, including old people, young people, men and women. They roared, wailed, praised and cried in different ways, but they were repeating the same content.
"The betrayer caused the cataclysm...tear...he slept..."
There was no useful content in the intermittent words. Colin's messy silver eyebrows frowned slightly, he stepped back and looked away.
The betrayer caused the cataclysm...referring to the fallen Morning Star, the former king?
The tall body staggered back, and in a daze, Colin saw the dim mural hidden behind the dark statue.
The pure white sun disc stained black by blood, the tentacled storm clouds, the dirty brass eyeballs... and the brightly colored stars in the starry sky!
The description missing from the record quickly appeared in Colin's mind, and the usually steady chief was stunned.
After a moment, he sighed slowly, turned around, and looked at the panicked old man, the cold-tempered Lovia, the thoughtful Samael, and the complex-looking but worried and nervous Derrick, who had it written in his eyes, sighed:
"Someone deliberately preserved some of the murmurs produced when the city was destroyed on the statue."
"This city should have been destroyed by an out-of-control epidemic in the end, and all the townspeople were infected."
"So those people outside are actually not monsters, but are all original townspeople?" The old man holding the lantern was briefly frightened and then quickly regained his composure.
"The reversal of the cross in the main statue was a change that occurred after the Catastrophe. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net This statue should also appear after the Catastrophe." Lovia thought for a few seconds and added.
"There is no evil atmosphere or hidden pollution. It is very likely that the ones who destroyed the statues and those who rebuilt them and left warnings were not the same people."
Derrick, who was holding a long sword, nodded approvingly, while Samael, who deliberately hid behind everyone to avoid attention, pinched his right eye socket, wondering what he was thinking.
Listening to everyone's discussion, Colin's old eyes were rarely cloudy. He stared at the flame in his hand, and a little light ignited from the bottom of his eyes.
"Outside the temple of destruction, only the area where the statue of the god exists is preserved. All those involved in the operation must be quarantined after returning."
In the darkness, feeling the breeze brought by the old man and Derrick following the orders, Lovia looked at the dark hanging figure and slowly prostrated on the ground, just like she usually did when praying.
Colin, who had moved to the side of the statue, witnessed all this and remained silent.
…
The storm gradually subsided, and only the pirate ships with black sails were left wandering quietly on the calm sea.
Tracy stood on the bow of the ship, looking at the Loen warship that was retreating. She was relieved when she saw that the ship with a pattern similar to the "Sword of Judgment" emblem finally disappeared from the end of the field of vision.
Fortunately, the Loen warship that suddenly appeared from her back did not have any Sequence 5 experts accompanying it, only two mid-sequence officers, a "Judge" and an "Interrogator".
"It's a pity that we couldn't keep them." Tracey murmured softly.
Who told me how to memorize a 2,000-word manuscript? I can't memorize it...
Finally, I would like to ask for recommendations and monthly tickets, please.
Missing chapters and error reports
[Previous Chapter] [Table of Contents] [Bookmark] [Next Chapter]
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone