"You know the Old Dominators?" Irina looked at McGonagall in the same surprise, thought for a moment, and said with some abruptness: "No wonder you know how to kill Berg and the bewitched Alfred." ”

"I just happened to read a little bit of relevant records in a broken ancient sheepskin book, and I originally thought it was just a wild history written haphazardly, but I didn't expect them to really exist." McGonagall touched her nose, he really didn't think that the Cthulhu Mythos really existed in this world.

During this time, he has read almost all the books related to the Cthulhu Mythos, and has drawn on countless imaginary works from Earth's authors.

He has no way of dissecting how many of them are those who truly understand the old rulers, and how many of them are imaginary creations influenced by the mythological system established by Lovecraft.

However, after the baptism of these classics, he has a basic understanding of the Cthulhu Mythos system.

The Old Rulers, who possess terrifying powers, once ruled the world in ancient times, were sealed into a deep sleep by the Old Gods.

Under this system, countless colorful works have been derived, among which many old rulers have appeared.

McGonagall still has many doubts about the possible existence of the Old Rulers on the Nolan Continent, and the previous two contacts are also very shallow, whether it is the Black Mist Stone Statue or the Stone Temple Throne, they cannot correspond to the various Old Rulers accumulated during this time.

The parchment that Irina got from Crassus, after being systematically translated online, is roughly a sorcerer's prayer, praising the power and legend of an evil god named Meredith, and mentioning several evil gods by the way, showing extremely fanatical worship.

The last passage caught his attention: "The old rulers will return and rule the world again." ”

And the sudden appearance of various visions in this world means that the return has begun?

"What is the Old Dominator? Can you eat it? What does it look like? Irina asked, looking at McGonagall with some curiosity.

McGonagall pondered for a moment and said, "The legendary Old Ruler is probably an indescribable creature with various tentacles. ”

"Tentacles? Sounds a bit disgusting, can you do it? Irina frowned.

"The sizzling squid seems to be pretty good." McGonagall thought for a moment.

"Okay, next time we catch an old ruler and try it, I just don't know if the meat will be too old and chewy for millions of years." Irina is already jumping on the bandwagon.

"After all, this world used to be theirs, so I have to give them a little face." McGonagall laughed and cried, as if they had fought before, and even the sealed Old Dominators were not confident that they could cut their tentacles off and make them into sizzling squid whiskers.

"I haven't heard from Bloul yet, and it's certain that he didn't fall into Helena's hands." McGonagall said instead.

Irina already knew about Bloul being Shiryl, shook her head and said, "I haven't heard from him yet, I don't have many sources of information at the moment, but if he is caught by Helena, I will save him." ”

"Probably influenced by the news of his father's death, hopefully he can calm down." McGonagall sighed, he watched Bloul's father rush to death to the besiegers of Irina, delaying them for some time.

"Sooner or later, I'll make them pay for it." Irina said with a slightly cold expression.

McGonagall was silent, and he naturally knew Irina's character.

"I will continue to find someone to help find him and find him as soon as possible." McGonagall said.

"You said you were going to leave for the Fak tribe the day after tomorrow, do you have a plan?" Irina asked instead.

McGonagall shook her head slightly, "There is no detailed plan yet, the first purpose is to rescue Connie's brother, and the second is to find an opportunity to sabotage the coronation ceremony of Gali the Kingkiller, and try to block the possibility of an alliance between the Falk tribe and the Ogue tribe." Once the alliance between the two tribes was successful, the orcs were basically on the side of the war alliance. ”

"No plan is the best plan, isn't it just to do things until you can't end up? I'm good at this. Irina's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she smiled.

McGonagall looked at Irina, whose eyes were shining with excitement, and silently sighed for the Fak tribe, being targeted by this aunt and grandmother, but there was no good end.

"Millet and Anna have already slept, in the dead of night, should we do something interesting?" Irina leaned against the door, her slender straight legs peeking out from under her baggy dressing gown, her long silky silver hair falling behind her, her eyes staring at McGonagall and asking.

McGonagall thought calmly for a moment and took out the tablet, "Why don't we come and see the cat and mouse?" ”

"See for yourself." Irina turned around and walked towards the bedroom with some annoyance, closing the door suddenly.

"Whew-"

"It's dangerous."

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and wiped a handful of cold sweat from her forehead, and for a moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by some great god.

It's good that he's witty.

"Cats and mice are so interesting." McGonagall clicked on the tablet and watched two episodes with relish before turning off the lights and going to bed.

……

It was late at night, most of the people in the chaotic city had already slept, and the suspicious people wandering the streets had been reduced day by day after being strictly screened by the gentlemen's alliance, and even the homeless people had obediently hid under the bridge, not daring to come out in the middle of the night to scare the little girl walking at night.

Even in the slums north of the city, there have been no vicious incidents for a while, and all the gangsters who can be named have been sent to Basti Prison by those gentlemen who have become Sherlock Holmes, finding evidence of their crimes.

Due to the shortage of cells, the density of cells in Basti Prison increased dramatically, and it is said that it also caused dissatisfaction among some indigenous people.

The density of street patrols in the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion has also increased a lot, truly allowing residents to sleep peacefully.

……

The dark dungeon of the Grey Temple, a place where no light can reach, is no different from night and day.

Screams echoed from the partitioned cell into the gloomy and empty corridor, echoing in the distance, before they dissipated.

At the end of the corridor was a dim oil lamp, and Bolton stood under the lamp, stuffed a little fine tobacco into the bamboo pipe, lit it with flint, took a deep breath, looked at his subordinate who hurried out of the next cell with a piece of paper, and said, "How is it?" ”

"Minister, the punishment has already been served, but Blaze still insists that everything is done by him alone, and confesses to everyone under his system, and he is not online." The man handed Burton the paper in his hand.

Burton took the paper, glanced at the contents on it, and sneered: "Is it really not, or is he still expecting something?" ”

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