Roland personally led three hundred Gray Temple elites to ride three flying eagles to the Thunderstorm Mountain Range, and after seeing the tragic scene, even experienced case-handling personnel, many of them vomited directly on the spot.

"Burn and bury all the corpses, bring back the alive, and put them directly in the secret cell, and hand over the interrogation to the intelligence department, report directly to me, and the rest of the people have no permission to know." Roland said with a calm face, retracting his gaze from the evil altar.

"Yes!"

Everyone agreed in unison, and the professionalism was immediately manifested, a large pit was quickly dug, and all the corpses were thrown into the pit, and the fire magician threw a few fireballs, which immediately turned into flying ashes, and then were buried by the sand, and soon returned to flat ground.

"Let's go, go back." After Roland personally confirmed that there was no omission, he led the team to leave, and no one asked more than half a word during the whole process.

Recently, the Gray Temple has taken over some strange events and arrested a group of strange people, but after the dispatch, there is generally no need to make a move, just need to end, just like a team of professional floor scrubbers.

However, the level of secrecy of these incidents is the highest level in the Gray Temple, and even the members of the Gray Temple are forbidden to discuss with each other, and once any news leaks out, it is not as simple as disciplinary punishment.

"Hall Master, this is the confession of those guys who were captured during the day." Burton walked into Roland's office, closed the door, and then placed a stack of confessions sealed in brown paper on the table, looked at Roland and hesitated for a moment and said, "What they said ......"

"Part of it is true." Roland picked up the brown paper bag and opened it, and flipped through the confessions.

Burton's face changed slightly, and Roland didn't say much, but there was a lot of information in it.

The guys who were captured during the day today are all chattering, believing in a certain evil god, praying that one day the evil god can return to the world and turn the Nolan continent into a disaster land, and they will become the slaves of the evil god, and get great power and eternal life.

One or two such people may be regarded as coincidental insanity, but when such people gather in piles and are so convinced of their beliefs that they are willing to sacrifice their lives to free the evil gods, things can become a little scary.

If such an evil god really exists, it will definitely be a great threat to the Nolan Continent, or once it appears, it will be a disaster.

Bolton was not a timid man, and as the head of the Grey Temple's Intelligence Division, he knew better what it meant for Roland to be so concerned about one thing that he even listed it as a top secret sequence.

"You go and interrogate all the guys you brought back at night, not only their actions and purposes, but also their dreams, and the really useful information may be in their dreams." Roland singled out a confession and pushed it in front of Burton.

Bolton picked up the confession, the main content of which was a ridiculous dream, a huge unspeakable object trapped in countless chains underground, a cave thousands of meters high, and countless dark passages, and the voice called to him......

He didn't know how much value this ridiculous dream was, but he already knew Roland's intentions, and the evil god behind the dreams of these crazy guys was the purpose of their investigation.

"Go ahead, we still have a lot of work to do, and we don't have much time." Roland continued to look down at the confessions, and said in a flat tone.

"Yes." Burton turned and exited the office, not knowing how to explain it to his nervous subordinates who were tormented by those guys, but the next interrogation would probably be even more abrasive.

……

The shaking red wine glass, the intoxicating red wine, and the drunken beauty still failed to pour McGonagall after all.

Gently putting Irina on the bed and removing her coat for her, McGonagall smiled and went back to her room, locked the door, closed her eyes and clicked on the experience bag of mutton soup.

"This idiot! I'm! In the next room, Irina opened her eyes and clenched her fist in annoyance.

Mutton soup is available almost all over the country, and it has its own characteristics because of different regions.

The mutton soup recipe provided to McGonagall by the system is said to be the culmination of the best of each family.

McGonagall actually likes to drink mutton soup, but this seemingly simple mutton soup is also quite a test of the chef's skills.

"The owners of the mutton restaurants that I complained about...... Wouldn't it be among the cursed chefs? McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling that things were suddenly going to be a little different.

He is not a mean person, he may have higher requirements than ordinary people, and he is also a little unaccustomed to the attitude of those so-called Internet celebrity shops and old shops that can't do a good job of dishes with their hearts, he has always believed that people can't just say beautiful things, since they have spoken, it is better to say some truthful words.

Of course, such words may not sound so pretty.

Anyway, he never cared if others thought it was beautiful, just like he couldn't control the mouths of those trolls, so he wasn't allowed to tell the truth?

"Host, please don't comfort yourself, the completion of the dish has been decided, please enter the Kitchen God Proving Ground as soon as possible!" The sound of the system sounded.

"What's that...... System, can I apologize here, I think I used to talk a bit too much, or you start a live broadcast, I'm here to apologize to the chefs who have been hurt by me or something? McGonagall smiled.

"The chefs say they can't forgive you." The system replied.

"Huh." McGonagall rolled her eyes, and as a result, she quietly raised her middle finger and said with some disdain: "Isn't it just a perfect mutton soup?" You guys who don't want to make progress and can't even keep the things left by your ancestors, let me show you what real mutton soup is! ”

McGonagall then kicked open the door to the Kitchen God Proving Ground.

There...... It's also very happy.

……

"This formation ......" Nova stood by the altar, frowning at the formation, and at the same time trying to eliminate the whispers that kept ringing in his ears.

"Can you solve it?" Crassus asked, slightly nervous.

"It's difficult, I don't know much about the ancient formation, there are too few surviving materials, and the few ruins have also been seriously damaged, I'm afraid no one in this world has ever seen a complete ancient formation, let alone research." Nova shook his head and said with a solemn expression.

"If you can't do it, then I'm afraid no one else can do it." Crassus sighed.

"There are no absolutes, maybe there are also people who have studied the ancient formation, we can gather some formation mages to study this sealing array first, and see if we can find a breakthrough." Nova shook his head and took out a shadow stone and photographed the corner of the sealing circle.

……

"System, where's my sheep?! And what about the bigger sheep!? ”

The next morning, McGonagall opened the refrigerator and yelled with her eyes open.

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