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"When the Apocalypse Sect was founded, the dungeon had just become a huge prison in Noxus, and this sect was completely controlled by the Holy Maiden herself, with four archpriests under it, but the Holy Maiden conveyed the will of God, and the archpriest only played the role of conveying. Each oracle is a list of magicians, and if the believer kills the person and brings back the proof, he can be promoted to the position of teacher. ”

"You know, why do you ask me? Oh! Watch out for Lawrence! Ivanie shook the red wine in her hand, and in the middle of speaking, she saw the young man named Lawrence holding on to a thick rope fixed to the ceiling, swinging from one end of the hall to the other, causing the boys and girls below to cheer.

This is the headquarters of the Grey Order, a spacious two-story basement with a potions production workshop on the surface. Several stairs lead up to the second basement level. To get to the upper floors, you have to fold up the stairs, and the middle of the two floors is opened up with a circular iron bar, and because it is very spacious, almost everyone can get a single room.

Tonight was their revelry, and Uncle Gregory had taken out all his treasured drinks, as they were about to leave the prison of the dungeon and run for a good life on the surface.

Only Reginald's face was gloomy, and as he walked through the hall downstairs, he refused the wine offered more than once. "I have to stay awake." - He explained to Ivany.

"This is just the most useless piece of information. I'm sorry to have to come to my room today to talk in detail, it would be more intuitive. Reginard said, guiding Ivanie through the hallway, and there was another cheer from below, presumably the fast hand Mistre performing a magic trick, and Reginard only glanced at it and pouted in boredom. You see, his cards are hidden under the right hand. Mister's tricks have always been so bad. ”

He said as he pushed open his door, having raised his hand to erase the magic mark from the sealed room, a gesture he had done surreptitiously while Ivany's attention had been diverted to Mister's lame magic.

Reginard leaned over slightly, made a "please" gesture, and let Ivani go first, this was still the etiquette lesson taught in the magician's school, so Ivani lifted the hem of her skirt slightly.

It's just that this is no longer the glamorous social field, but a chaotic dungeon, and there is no need for such trivial things here. Of course, Ivanie was not wearing a cumbersome long dress, but a sassy short skirt, and the skin of her thighs exposed by the skirt ceremony was dazzlingly white.

"What are you going to do?" She winked at him and walked into the room. The door then closed behind her, and the room was so dark that nothing could be seen.

She heard the footsteps of Reginard trailing behind.

Reginald walked up to the magic lamp on the table and pressed his palm on the surface of the hedron magic lamp, and the lamp glowed pale blue when it was infused with magic power, illuminating the wall.

Newspaper clippings were scattered on the walls, scraps of paper cut out of newspapers were haphazardly pasted all over the walls, red cotton threads were wound between the nails that held them in place, weaving a huge web on the surface.

"This is all the activities of the Apocalypse Sect in the dungeon, this newspaper is also funded by the Apocalypse Sect, this organization does not operate secretly, it can't wait to engrave all its actions on the stone tablet and circulate it to the world, so that the magicians in the dungeon are terrified, but because of this, I found the pattern."

Reginald's speech grew faster and faster, like a shower on the eaves. He walked to the wall on his right, "Look over here, the unorganized magician, the unorganized, this one, too, is also unorganized. Most of the evils killed by the Apocalypse Sect are unorganized magicians, and then look at the other side," he quickly shifted his steps to the other side, pointing to her one by one.

"These people are black roses." Ivani noted.

"That's right, but they all defected to Black Rose."

"Why can't I see it, is it possible...... Are you the one with the Black Rose? Ivanie smiled.

"It's simple, corpses. I have been infiltrating the Apocalypse meeting places many times, and they would hang their bodies for public display after killing them, so I actually examined the corpses in the name of insulting them in public. Without exception, the tattoos, which symbolize status, are corroded away. ”

Ivani seemed to want to speak, but Regina gestured to stop her, and he wanted to speak coherently and completely, "You want to say that maybe the Apocalypse Sect did it, but it's clear that they did it themselves. The Apocalypse Cult would even display the Black Rose tokens found in their rooms as trophies. That's something very important - you should know that the era when the Black Rose was still in power, it was divided into two parts, the 'Rose' and the 'Root', and the members who passed the review and apprenticeship into the 'Rose' were awarded a black rose that would never fade and a tattoo that symbolized the organization, while the 'root' was not visible and completed assassinations and other shady tasks. Whoever Rose wants to kill, put the black rose in front of the man's window, and the root will tear him apart, take his life as nutrients for the organization, and bring the black rose back as a token. ”

Ivanie nodded, "What's the problem?" ”

Reginard grabbed her by the shoulders, staring at her with cornflower-like blue eyes.

"The big question is, why did they keep that black rose when they had blatantly betrayed the Order by destroying the magical imprint on the surface of their skin with corrosive potions? The black roses are not as blatant as they used to be, and there is no other use for leaving them on the body. If you betray the Order, shouldn't you want to burn everything related to it? It must have been made of black roses. ”

"Now that you know everything, what do you want from me?" She stared into the boy's eyes.

"The Grey Order has been operating in secret, having survived the assassination of the Apocalypse, so over the years, more and more unorganized mages have found a living with Uncle Gregory that has nothing to do with magic. In other words, it was the Black Rose that indirectly drove them into the gray order. Black Rose wouldn't pin her plans on an organization that she couldn't control, and LeBlanc must be in control of all three at the same time—" He paused, as if he had finally poured out the doubts in his mind, he felt a little tired, his momentum was not so sharp, and there seemed to be a little hesitation in his expression, but he chose to continue. "The Black Rose hidden in the shadows, the Apocalypse Cult that assassinated the unorganized mages, the gray order that contained the mages who took refuge. What is the purpose of Black Rose to use this method to bring all the mages in the dungeon under her control? Black Rose ...... What are you looking for? ”

"You think I know?" Ivani asked rhetorically.

She looked elsewhere and swept his room, as messy as ever, but clean and tidy. The white robe, which hung on the hanger, was old and too small to fit his increasingly erect figure, but spotless.

She couldn't help but tremble,

"You must know. To confirm this, I followed you. It doesn't matter that you disappeared near the Black Cross tavern, I watched an afternoon of fighting to pass the time, and ended up winning with the boss - it doesn't matter, and you reappear at Black Cross in the evening, one of the Black Rose's strongholds. What's more, the people in the tavern are fierce and vicious, but they are afraid of you, and they must know you. Also, one of your heels strap broke, and although you pressed it under the other, I found it. Do you need me to go on? ”

"No need. I am indeed a man of black roses, from a very long time ago. My family belongs to the 'roots', and I was born to be a mage assassin. Black Rose has indeed been looking for something in the dungeon, and it belongs to a magician. This opportunity to leave the dungeon is also due to the arrangement of the Black Rose, and so is the Apocalypse Sect, they will create opportunities for us. ”

The boy's face tensed as the girl calmly spoke, like a dry and easily broken string.

"That's the truth you want to know." "I can't tell you more," she said. There are only a few things I can tell you - first, no organization will become a branch of another, because everyone has their own selfish desires, the chess pieces will deviate from the design track because of their own desires, and the outcasts will struggle to preserve themselves. She closed her eyes and opened the blue eyes hidden by her eyelashes, "Second, I can't control such a large organization by myself. ”

With her slender waist swaying around the room, she sat down on the soft bed of the Reginald and rested one leg on top of the other.

"Will you believe me?"

"You've changed, Ivany." The boy's voice was a little hoarse, "I don't know if I should trust you or not." ”

He sat down with his back to her, in front of the web of information that intertwined on the walls, as if the intricate undercurrents had formed a vast web that would swallow his thin figure into the bottomless abyss at any moment. She looked at his back and felt that he looked like the child who had curled up in the corner of the classroom years ago.

The weak and pale boy seemed to have a proud eagle hidden in his eyes.