There are not many books that have been proven to record the truth, but if you count those books that cannot be determined, it is still a lot, Alyssa has been a patient since she was a child, as the key of God, she must be careful in what she says and does, there are not many ways to entertain herself, and reading is her favorite hobby.

The history in the middle is also very interesting, but there are some of them, through the pages of the book, you can feel the cruelty in them.

The book of Wuta is not like other places, what it records is the truth, nothing can be bound, whether it is a story that violates morality, or a behavior that is considered taboo, it will be written in it, holding a book, it is like holding the dust left over from history, lifting the corner of the page, you can understand the most real year.

As Alyssa continued to read, her brow furrowed more and more.

Although there are a lot of clues written in the book, if you really want to say that there are many clues, there are too few clues that can be investigated now, and those related characters either died a long time ago, or they don't know their whereabouts at all, and it is impossible to find the truth.

With a sigh, Alyssa took another book.

"There's no title, what kind of book is this?"

She flipped through the pages and found that it was not a book that had been written down in earnest, but a notebook, with very sloppy handwriting, some of which were even blurry because of improper storage, while others were still legible.

"Whose note is this? Why is it placed here, is it misplaced? ”

Thinking so, Alyssa took a look at it, and suddenly realized that this notebook turned out to be about the truth as well.

And the owner of the note seems to be also chasing the truth, and there is still a little gain, at the very beginning of the note, he has already found the clue.

In terms of time, it is not particularly far from now, and the first page is thirty years ago.

Continuing to flip through the pages, there were many notes that were all blurred, and some of them were not written in normal words, but seemed to be incantation-like words, and in this case, Alyssa had to skip them.

At present, she only knows that this person also went to the demon world in order to find the truth.

Next, flipping to the next page, Alyssa froze.

It is a painting, this painting is very serious, and it is also very realistic, with horizontal and vertical scribbled lines, which outline the facial features of the person.

"This ...... What's going on?! ”

The person in the painting is clearly Felik.

"There's a picture of Felik on it, but something seems different."

Felik's hair was not so long, but the arrogant expression was the same, and the face was carved out of a mold.

"Who is it? Is it really Felik? ”

Alyssa began to look for time, but unfortunately, except for the time of the first few pages, the last page seemed to be soaked in water and completely blurred, and the time before and after this painting could not be ascertained, but judging from the jumpiness of the author's record, it was possible that it was nearly ten years.

"Is it really Felik?"

You shouldn't think so, there will never be two people in the world who are so similar, it's definitely Felik!

The author of this book, he investigates Felik, that is, Felik has a connection with the things of truth.

It's been a long time since they've last separated, and Alyssa had been thinking of one day finding that bastard and teaching him a hard lesson.

Not only because the other party turned her into this, but also because she was taken away by that person.

"Felik, it's time to settle the old scores between me and you." Alyssa muttered to herself.

She had decided that she was going to get out of here, and she was going to find Felick and find out what was going on with the notebook.

……

The Holy Land of the Holy See of Scm.

In the House of Resolutions, a group of people are "meeting".

Although it is said to be a meeting, it is not a meeting, but more like a quarrel.

"What are you guys doing! I can't take a heretic, what are you kidding!! ”

A wrinkled old man waved his arms, his angry face completely distorted, he held a gem-encrusted scepter in his hand, and kept banging on the tabletop, while the group below listened profusely and sweaty.

The people below, both old and young, were silent.

The precious scepter struck the table with a thumping sound, and if it was alive, then it would definitely be ashamed of the master's behavior, what did this old immortal think of the scepter? Rolling pins?

Obviously the Pope, the highest leader of the Holy See, is such a gaffe really reliable?

"You guys! You ......"

"Did you know that the Demon King is trapped in the Elven Forest because of that bullshit Demon King! How many of the people we sent there have died now? ”

As the Pope, he didn't hesitate to burst into foul language, which was not at all like what a spokesman for God should say.

His fingers tapped on the table, and he seemed to question and vent: "Those useless elves said that they would trap the demon king in the forest, but they only had such a little strength!" I thought you could do it, but it turned out to be this bird! The Demon King has left the Demon Realm, can't he be killed like this? We can't kill them, so what are we doing here! Are you really thinking of yourself as a liar? ”

"Your Excellency, this is actually ......" a man wanted to struggle.

Then the old pope glared at him, and the air was quiet.

He glared at the other man, the fingers of his right hand tapping rhythmically on the table, slowly increasing as he spoke.

"What do you think we're for? Is it really a prestige grabs with the king? Really preacher!? Our Holy See exists to destroy evil! Destroy all evil! The Demon King is the greatest evil! What the hell are you guys up to? ”

The young man swallowed and shook his head, he couldn't even defend himself, the Pope was simply ...... It's like an unreasonable old rascal.

The pope's beard is about to float.

He glanced at the crowd below, suddenly quieted down, sat down in his seat again, then put down the scepter in his hand, and said softly, "Come on, report on the situation outside." ”

After a group of people heard it, they sweated like rain, everyone knew what kind of anger would be ushered in after the report, and those who stood up at this time were definitely fools.

"Didn't anyone report it?" A hint of doubt flashed in the Pope's cloudy old eyes, and he slowly glanced at it, and finally pointed to the man who was one of the priests, and said, "You come to report." ”

Oops, it's over.

"In the Forest of the Elves, we ......"

"Wait a minute, I'm talking about reporting what's going on outside." The Pope interrupted.

It's over, and I didn't fool around.

"......" The priest swallowed his saliva and adjusted his mood: "Well, I've been subdued. ”

Bang!

The scepter slammed on the table, and a gem shattered, and the eyes of the people below straightened, but no one dared to say anything.

"If you can't even subdue a heretic who invades alone, just die, I want casualties! It's a casualty! Almost hysterical roaring, the entire dome echoed with the old man's hoarse voice.

The priest blinked, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and spoke.

"What about this casualty,......"