For a moment, Ciric froze. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the beginning, when he was in prison, Ciric suddenly came up with the idea to come to India to get this gold as a fund for his own continued development.

However, subconsciously, Ciric knew that it must not be so simple!

Coming to India, it seems that something is calling in the dark! And now, I finally understood, it turned out that here, there is a person, waiting for himself!

At this moment, Charles behind Ciric was ready to erupt, his right foot kicked the ground, his left foot was ready to cross out at any time, he didn't need to pull out the pistol from his body, as long as he relied on his hands, he could strangle the old man on the opposite side alive!

However, Charles did not move, he was waiting for Ciric's orders, as a soldier summoned by Ciric, Charles was Ciric's loyal soldier.

"Charles, don't move." Ciric said.

At this time, Ciric felt that the medal on his chest seemed to be slightly hot.

Ciric slowly took a few steps forward and came to the old man.

The old man's body, wearing a white robe, had long been unable to see the color, it was full of dirt, and the turban on his head was also dirty. The arms are thin, the body is shriveled, and it looks like long-term malnutrition.

However, those eyes were full of light.

Seeing Ciric come to him, the old man put away his lazy expression and said to Ciric, "Can I take a look at this medal of yours?" ”

Look? This medal, but I'm here with Ciric! It can be said that the biggest secret of Shirek is hidden inside! Generally speaking, it is absolutely impossible to take the initiative to show people.

However, Ciric nodded without hesitation.

It's very simple, because Ciric's Blood Medal is placed in his clothes, but the old man actually pointed directly to Ciric's chest and said that he wanted to see the medal, which shows that this old man is definitely not simple!

"Excuse me, what do you call it?" Ciric asked.

"My name doesn't matter, God of Lies and Assassination, your name is not bad, and this Blood Medal, it's the first time I've seen it in hundreds of years." The old man said.

Ciric's name has another meaning, which is the god of lies and assassination! And now, Ciric has believed that the old man in front of him is definitely not an ordinary person!

"Well, this medal is good, with holy blood mixed on it." At this time, the old man had already taken the medal, and after just glancing at it, he handed it to Ciric.

Holy Blood! Ciric was even more shocked, in the later life, he was an absolute atheist, even now, he didn't believe in any gods, but now, Ciric finally believed, in the dark, there is naturally providence!

The soul of the East lost in time and space! It was because of the Holy Blood on this medal that Shirek was brought to this era, and the crossing itself was an arrangement of some irresistible will in the underworld!

Holy Blood, the Blood of Christ. After blending in here, it has the terrifying power of time and space!

"It's a pity that this Blood Medal can't exert its full power." The old man continued: "If it is combined with the holy relics, you can continuously absorb the power of time and space contained in the holy relics, and then you can truly exert yourself. Holy blood, holy relics, the power of the desolation that opens the gates of time and space. ”

Holy Relic! Holy Blood!

The old man's voice had been echoing in Ciric's brain, and he didn't know how long it took for Ciric to wake up from this dazed state.

The old man in front of him is gone.

"Charles, where's the old man just now?" Ciric hurriedly asked.

"It's been two hours since I walked." Charles said.

Two hours! Ciric knew that the old man would probably never be seen again, what did the old man mean? Could it be that if there are holy relics, more powerful beings can be summoned?

"Catch the thief, catch the thief!" At this moment, an exclamation was heard in the distance, it was a crisp female voice, in German!

With this voice, Ciric looked over and saw a teenage Indigenous teenager, running fast, the Native teenager with a delicate bag in his hand, and behind him, a white girl was chasing.

The girl, dressed in a plaid skirt and a hat with beautiful white feathers, was crying anxiously and running, but could not catch up.

I really didn't expect to meet such a girl here, it seems, that is, fifteen or sixteen years old, she is very anxious.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The indigenous boy was also ruthless, took out a dagger in his hand, and shouted to the person in front of him, so the person who had intended to help stop the thief had to get out of the way.

The thief, straight in the direction of Ciric!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The indigenous boy saw the two white youths in front of him, and knew that it was not easy to mess with, and maybe he was still a companion with the people behind, but this was the only way, and he had no way out!

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The indigenous boy's face was fierce, and then, he felt a gust of wind in front of him, and a sharp pain in his chest.

Ciric made a move, he only moved once, that is, he punched, and smashed on the opponent's chest, fast, powerful, and lethal in one move!

The boy fell, convulsing on the ground, unable to get up.

"This lady, your handbag." Ciric said elegantly.

"Huh? Brother Ciric? Wow, it's you! At this moment, the girl on the opposite side suddenly shouted happily: "I really didn't expect to see you here." ”

The girl couldn't be happier! And Ciric, on the other hand, was depressed.

Coming here, Ciric and his party pretended to be British colonists, and as a result, they were recognized by the girl in front of them!

"Introduction, I'm Hannah Krupp." The girl said: "I was also present at the trial of you at the Munich Military Court a few months ago, and I was deeply attracted by your remarks. Brother Ciric, you are our great hero in Germany! ”

In the eyes of the other party, there is a longing for love, and in the Western world, love is to be said boldly.

Ciric knows that he has become a hero in the eyes of many girls, but this is too coincidental, right? And, called Hannah Krupp?

"Gustav Krupp, who are you?" Ciric asked.

"That's my father." Hannah said, "Brother Cirek, why are you here?" ”

Gustav's daughter! Ciric couldn't help but sigh, this world is really too small! In front of her, it is actually the daughter of the head of the famous Krupp family!

And in the list of Hitler's friends, the Krupp family is at the forefront!