The mana film is lifted.

"Don't mind if I collect some samples and study them. Ashi took the tweezers, and there was an inexplicable excitement between the clamps, and the anger was obviously gone.

"Please. ”

Lance couldn't lift his hands, so he could only push his shoulders.

A small piece of dark red flesh was torn from the healing wound, and the sting made Lance's eyebrows curle.

As if he had obtained a rare treasure, Ashi carefully put this piece of flesh and blood in the experimental instrument, and couldn't wait to observe and realize something.

"By the way, ask this Mr. Lance to stay in the room where he is supposed to be for a while. ”

The werewolf grabbed Lance by the ankle and dragged him along.

I don't know what the place is, but it won't be a good place.

"Treat him well. ”

If it weren't for the smoothing of the ground here, Lance's back wouldn't be as comfortable as it is now.

With a "squeak", a door was pushed open, and the surroundings gradually fell into darkness, the red pupils reflected the only remaining light, and in the darkness, Lance could see more clearly.

The walls were smooth on all sides, and the passage led nowhere, silent except for the rough wheezing of werewolves and the clatter of Lance's body against the ground.

The hands have not yet regained sensation, is it day or night?

It is said that in the dark night, a dark race like werewolves can become extremely excited, and now it should be daytime, that is, he has been here for at least a day and a night, and for such a long time, there is no sense of any awareness of the sudden disappearance of two outlanders.

What kind of identity will this Baron of Lear be between the Empire and the Dark Cross Church?

Reims is now more inclined to the latter.

While thinking about it, a dim light lit up at the end of the passage, and the rich blood gas was even more pungent than before, mixed with the smell of rotting fish.

It was an underground cage, four on the left and right combined, and the magic attached to the steel bars kept out the desires of those inside, even though Lance saw long-rotting corpses.

The werewolf seemed very skilled, and threw Lance in the outermost room, blocking the doorway, the dim light did not block Lance's vision, he could see that there was a trace of spirituality in the werewolf's originally cloudy eyes.

Moreover, there was an equally cloudy gaze from the innermost cell, perhaps watching what the werewolves would do to this newcomer, what Ashina called a treat.

The werewolf approached, and Lance frowned, as if sensing Lance's change, and it stopped.

"Can you please go out?"

It visibly hesitated, as if torn between Lance's words and Ashi's orders.

It's still too weak.

The strange connection that had been established by devouring his flesh was still too weak in the face of the summoning contract.

But Aster isn't here.

"Please get out. There was an unmistakable tone between the words, which was the straw that Lance tried to break the camel's back.

Success, that means that there is hope for cultivation in the future.

No, that means that the werewolf mutiny doesn't have to be thought about at all.

After a moment's hesitation, the werewolf retreated, closed the door with his hand, and disappeared into the darkness of the passage.

Lance could see that it was dormant at the top of the passage, and anyone who tried to escape from it would be attacked by it.

"I'm curious, how did you get it to listen to you? It was always just a beast. The old man's deep voice, through the gap in the iron railing, Lance could see that this was an old man with an aging complexion, his face was wrinkled, and he should be very old.

"This is my secret. ”

"Secrets, then I'm sorry, your secrets are about to follow you to the grave, this is the first time we have met, and it will be the last. ”

"yes, why don't we make a bet. ”

"Bet with a dead man?" said the old man, nonchalantly.

"Who lives and who dies is not yet the time to really face it, and it's just a bet. ”

There was a pause, "Okay, I don't know, what do you want to bet on?

"Your secret is of no use to me, do you have any money?"

"Money, what can money be used here? ”

"I'm betting all your money now, and next time I'll be standing in front of your cell door in perfect condition. ”

"It's very interesting, I took this bet, I hope you can do it and survive in his hands. ”

The old man didn't need to know more about Lance, if Lance was here next time, he would ask him questions.

There was a lull here, the old man's gaze vanished, and Lance planned to get some rest.

The decomposing corpse on the side exuded a fishy smell, an extremely hideous face, he was an adult man, the clothes on his body were still intact, he should have been tortured to death by flesh and blood experiments, and a large piece of his chest cavity was empty.

His hands gradually regained consciousness, the cell was not as comfortable as the rest room of the Ashi, and it was even much colder here than there, and it took his own strength to repair the wounds, and now he was in a weakened state.

Lance looked at the clothes on the corpse.

After praying the Holy Cross to the man, Lance took off his clothes without mercy.

Pillow made of folded trousers and wrapped in his coat, Lance closed his eyes.

"What the hell is this?"

Yashizi carefully observed the dry yellow flesh on the plate, like dust blown away by the wind, turning into nothing little by little.

Having done so much flesh and blood research, this was something he had never seen before.

After the ordinary flesh and blood are separated, without the corresponding magic power supply, they will not survive for half a point, but this thing has lived for half an hour, and the vitality of life is simply beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

In addition, this thing is extremely repulsive to magic, especially the dark red layer, which cannot be extracted or directly analyzed, and the only thing that Austodian now knows is that it has a strong repair ability, and that it does not belong to any kind of magical product, nor does it belong to a mechanical product.

It's like a sturdy treasure chest with great wealth, which is impossible to discover without the right key, and is fascinating and maddening.

Perhaps, consider looking in the book to see if there is a relevant record.

Arriving in the lounge, Ascot rummaged through books.

After all, he had only been in the church for a long time, and he could not compare with the books of the big names in the church, and it was normal to not find books on this subject.

Why don't you consider submitting this thing to the next level?

This is indeed a solution, but it is also a solution of the worst.

Lance is now his personal property, known only to him, and if it is submitted to the upper echelons, it means that information is shared, and if someone from the upper echelons wants to snatch it, things like this are not uncommon in the Dark Cross Church.

What to do?

Sitting in a comfortable chair, Aster casually looked at the drafts on the desk, which were messed up by Lance.