Looking at what should have been a shy little fellow, lying on the stone bed as if angry, looking like he was ready to rest, Marpel, who was drinking tea, almost laughed.

Soon listening to the sound of breathing, she drank the tea from the teacup in her hand and slowly got up and left the room.

Before leaving, she deliberately looked at Sean who was asleep, and her eyes containing stars had an indescribable meaning, and after thinking for a while, she put the mysterious object belonging to Sean, the double-barreled shotgun, next to the bed.

"Hey..."

With a sigh, Mapel withdrew her gaze, gently closed the door, and walked out of the simple room.

Outside

It was not the vast hall as expected, but a dark and deep corridor, with no lights on either side, only the stone slabs overhead were emitting a little starlight to illuminate it.

At a glance, there is a long corridor with no end in sight, and there is a closed stone gate every few meters or tens of meters, and there is a faint smell of fierceness and violence from the door, as if it is ready to break through the gate and leave every moment.

But when Mapel's steady pace sounded, all the unknown beings inside the door suppressed their momentum, and they didn't dare to reveal a trace.

They are afraid of the comers.

Only the deepest part of the darkness, when it sensed Mapel's coming, suddenly erupted with astonishing anger and murderous intent, and a blood mist spread through the passage.

"Hmph. ”

Looking at the blood mist used towards him, Mapel snorted coldly, the stars in his eyes flowed, and the starlight appeared behind him, forming a shirtless man with scars all over his body, and the bronzed skin under the scars erupted with palpitating power. The lower half of the body is a brown four-hoofed horse, all dressed in silver armor.

The centaur's wild long black hair grew wantonly, his rough face had a pair of black pupils shining with cold light, and the golden longbow in his hand was instantly opened, and an illusory arrow gradually condensed.

Shout...

Starlight-laden arrows whistled through the blood mist in front of Mapel, like a boat on water, cutting a path through the mist and hurrying straight to the deepest part of the corridor.

In a moment, with a crisp sound of metal colliding, the mist that filled the passage immediately disappeared without a trace, and at the same time, the majestic killing intent also disappeared.

Seeing that the cold light in the centaur's eyes faded, he put down the longbow in his hand, nodded at Mapel, and turned into a piece of starlight and dissipated.

Seeing the centaur leave, Mapel's breath also retracted, and she slowly walked forward step by step, and finally stopped at a gate that had not been closed.

Stepping into the room, she saw nothing but a stone platform, and she held out her index finger, a wisp of crimson on her fingertips, sliding through the air.

Suddenly, a silver metal box fell out and landed steadily on the stone platform, and at the same time, darkness suddenly dispersed in the room, and chain chains of stars instantly appeared in the darkness, firmly binding the metal box.

Sensing that the breath of the box in the room was suppressed to the extreme, Marpel turned away with confidence, solemnly closed the door, and when he looked at the blank nameplate on the door, the crimson on the tips of his fingers reappeared, and as his arm danced, the words on the blank nameplate began to emerge.

"Class-A Seal-3257,

Mutated Cursed Muppets,

The original B-class seal, possessed by an unknown evil god, produced an unknown mutation, the ability after the mutation is unknown, the degree of danger is unknown, and it is recommended to seal it permanently.

435 A.D., February 18, Mapel. ”

After leaving the record, Marpel did not stop, and continued to move towards the deepest part, the doors of the rooms in the corridors on both sides also changed from the unclosed state to the closed, and the fluctuations of the seals in the room were much stronger than those in the outer rooms, and if an ordinary magician came here, he would have symptoms of loss of control within a few minutes.

However, it did not affect the demigod in the slightest, and her pace was not halted, until she took the initiative to stop in front of a door carved with an inscription, and looked at the nameplate on the door in amazement.

"Class-A Seal-1213,

Blade of Pride,

One of the Seven Hallows of the Church of the End, the magic knife with self-awareness and the way of war, once tempted Admiral Simon to rebel, and the danger is extremely high and cannot be destroyed, so it is recommended to seal it permanently.

212 AH, 27 October, Mapel. ”

Reaching out with his palm, he stroked the somewhat dim inscription on the door, and with the influx of magical energy, the inscription regained its silver brilliance.

Hearing the 'clang' of chains in the room, Marpel ignored it, and after reinforcing the sealed door, she began to move on.

After passing through the corridor completely, she came to a vast square, the same simplicity, without any ornaments, except for a metal bench carved with stars and red moons not far away, and the intricate patterns carved on the ground.

Da, da, da...

The slow and steady pace faded as Marpel sat on the bench, closed her eyes, and reached out her right hand to gently tap the armrest of the chair twice.

When she opened her eyes again, a black round table carved with a six-pointed star suddenly appeared in the whole hall, and at the same time there was a metal bench of the same standard in each corner, three men and two women.

"You're late, Majesty Mapel. The man in metal armor who sat diagonally opposite Mapel on the left side, with gray hair, golden eyes, a full beard, and a narrow scar from the corner of his eye to his mouth, made the otherwise unceremonious tone even worse.

"I'm sorry, I don't want Jarvis to be like all day. In the face of Jarvis's dissatisfaction, Mappell certainly did not politely retort back.

"What did you say?"

Literally. ”

"Enough, you have time to quarrel, let's get down to business first. The handsome young man sitting directly across from Mapel, dressed in a robe embroidered with a sun pattern, suppressed the quarrel between the two in a loud voice, and asked with slightly cloudy golden pupils, "How is that little guy?"

"Good mental state, no pollution. ”

"Good. The young man then turned to the crowd and said, "Today's meeting is mainly to decide whether that little guy will stay, cultivate or erase?"

"It's not fair, Vice President. ”

"The final decision on Mapel's crown rests with me. The man known as the vice president signaled that Marpel did not need to be in a hurry, and then said, "Vote by a show of hands." ”

"Erase. The armored man was the first to speak up: "A low-level magician who has been polluted by evil gods has too much potential risk and has no value in cultivating. ”

"Reconsideration. This time, the young woman on the right of the Mapel wearing a classical purple dress.

"Against. Faced with the agreement of the two, a person in the upper right corner covered in a black robe let out a strange laugh and said, "A subordinate god who is not lower than the eighth rank is enough to turn the tide of a war." ”

"You're committing a crime, Carlos. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Jarvis. Carlos, the black-robed man, said without annoyance: "Every person or thing has its value, and I just use it in the right place." ”

Jarvis sneered directly and said, "Let that being kill directly on the battlefield." It doesn't matter?"

"Of course, war is always accompanied by blood. ”

"I want to taste your blood too. ”

"You can try, Jarvis. ”

"Alright. Sniffing the gradually thicker smell of gunpowder in the air, the young man stopped him again, then turned his head to look at the middle-aged man in a long black trench coat who had not said a word and asked, "Your Majesty David, please express your opinion." ”

"If you are against it, someone can give it to me. Hearing the vice president's inquiry, David's cold voice rang out.

On the side, Carlos also turned his head to look at David when he heard this: "It seems that David's crown is very interested in him." ”

“...”

Only David's silence was in response, and Carlos, who shrugged his shoulders, asked again:

"Now with two votes in favor and two against, what should the vice president do?"

"What about Mapel's opinion?"

Hearing this, Marpel tapped lightly on the table and said, "Sean is a good guy, with a high talent, and at the same time heavy and calm in dealing with emergencies, he is a good cultivable seed. ”

"Can you be sure that there isn't any pollution now?"

"Hmm. Finding the loosening of the vice president's tone, Marpel nodded firmly.

"People can stay, but they can't stay in the capital of steam. After saying that, the vice president looked around at the expressions of everyone at the table, and under the sigh of Marpel, he turned to David and said, "People, I'll leave it to you." ”

Then, without waiting for everyone's reaction, he said again: "Next month we will unite with the Unicorn Society to prepare for a purge against the Church of the Last Days, and you are ready. ”

"Understood. ”

"Well, adjournment. ”

When the young man, who was the vice president, finished speaking, the whole figure, including the tabletop, began to distort and become illusory, and finally except for the figure of Marpel sitting on the bench, the entire empty hall fell silent again.

Time passed quietly in the darkness, and the statue-like Mapel raised her arm to rub her tired forehead, and said to herself, "Sorry, little one, may the protection of the goddess be with you." ”