"Silver Key, I've been waiting for the Silver Key to arrive."

The master and apprentice glanced at each other, and it could be seen from each other's expressions that they had no understanding of the unfamiliar term Silver Key.

"The true bearer of the Silver Key will not get the Key until 1915, as you humans call it, before you know."

1

Arnold's master and apprentice had been blinded by the sheer amount of information, and the existence in front of them had predicted what would happen thirty-six years later, something that even the most powerful soothsayer in the Bureau of Investigation could not do.

"Hehe, what's thirty-six years. I know all the things that you humans have not yet been born in, and even ... Forget it, this can't be said yet. ”

Umr in front of him, who seemed to be a little talkative, aroused Jobron's curiosity.

Jobuterrand bowed to the lightly veiled umr, a sign of reverence for the wise and a necessary etiquette.

"Dare I ask Mr. Umr, have you been here since the beginning of the world?"

Arnold glared at Jobbuterrand, this question would obviously shake the records of the Light and overturn all faith in the Light scriptures, which was theoretically a matter of disrespect for the Light.

"Oh, interesting question. I didn't really come into creation, but after creation, but before creation in your mouth. So your question is a false proposition, well, I like the word. ”

Umr answered Jobron's question in a vague manner, and seemed interested in chatting.

"By the way, that item in your mind doesn't work for me at all. I can leave whenever I want. I'm just here waiting to complete my mission, and I don't threaten the mortals above. ”

Umr was the first to answer the thought that had flashed through Arnold's mind just now, for it, it didn't care about these things at the level of power.

The horror on Arnold's face betrayed his panicked mood at this moment, but he immediately collected his thoughts and regained his composure, he asked,

"Why would you let us speak when you can read minds?"

Umr spread his hands, "Because of boredom, I haven't had anyone to talk to me for a long time.

Those who have come to me have either gone crazy, or know the secret of the door and try to force their way behind the door and then be shocked to death by the power of the door, or they have been brainwashed by me directly after challenging me, and there are very few people who can communicate normally like you. Of course, this is also if I have reined in my strength. ”

Jobuterrand tugged at the muscles in his face, he seemed to know how the twisted human forms on the stalactite pillars came from, but that was only his guess for now; After a little bit of thinking, Chobuterrand found a loophole in Umr's words, and organized the language to ask Ulm again,

"You mentioned that someone was here before, but why aren't there any legends about you? A great power like you should be canonized as a god and have a large number of believers, right? ”

Umr was silent for the first time, and after a moment, Umr said meaningfully,

"Don't explore too much of the unknown. The legends in this world are not necessarily true, and in the face of reality, there is no such thing as good and evil, right and wrong, and there is no logic. The snooper will bring about his own destruction. ”

After saying this, Umr flew into the air, its pale gray fabric automatically windless, and its silhouette began to become unstable at this point.

As this strange change took place, it tapped its finger in Arnold's direction, and then said to Jobbutrew,

"Let's go, mortal, and lead your mentor away. He's forgotten everything here, but you have your calling. Driven by fate, you will be here again, but you must keep everything that happens again today a secret, and even the idea of revealing it will make you die violently. Do you understand? In compensation, I grant you knowledge, which is now sealed in your mind, and will naturally be remembered when you need it. ”

Jobbuterrand slowly collapsed into Jobbutron's arms, and the crutches he had been holding on to the ground fell to the ground, making a clear echo in the vast space.

Jot Brown nodded to Umr and carried Arnold behind him, bending down to pick up the crutches that Arnold had dropped on the ground.

"I'm waiting for you here, wise mortal."

When Jobron picked up his cane, he realized that he and Arnold had unknowingly returned to the pulpit in the church.

The secret passage vanished as if it had never existed.

"Maybe it's just hidden in another dimension, waiting for the bearer of the Silver Key to arrive, and then it will reappear, right?"

Jobuterron thought to himself.

"Ah, Captain, what are you?" Tristne's voice came from the side.

Tristne hurriedly stepped forward to help Jobuterrand support Arnold who had fallen asleep, and then worked together to put Arnold on the bench beside him.

Jobuterron first placed Arnold's crutches beside the bench, then patted his head and let out a long sigh.

"Captain, what's the matter?" Tristhenie asked with an anxious look on his face.

"I just fell asleep, and I guess I'll wake up in a while. Don't worry too much. Jobron said uncertainly.

"And what the hell is going on here?" Tristhenie asked with kindness.

Chobuterron shook his head and thought to himself, "Silly boy, I can't tell you." ”

Seeing Jobteran's embarrassed expression, Tristheny did not pursue the question, but chose to remain silent.

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bsp; "Remember, nothing happened here." Chew Buttrand said earnestly.

Tristhenia nodded blankly, curious, but still aware of proportion.

"Jobuterrand never hid it from me, and that must have been a very important thing. In that case, I'll keep it a secret. ”

Tristhene thought to himself.

Arnold, who was on the side, slowly opened his eyes, and he looked at the church's brilliant glass paintings and intricately made chandeliers with some hesitation.

He stretched out his hands, touched his face to make sure he wasn't dreaming, and sat up slowly.

"Master, are you alright?" Tristhenie hurriedly asked.

"It's fine. It's just a little bit of a headache. Arnold responded.

"Jobutron, have I forgotten something very important?" Arnold turned to Jobuterrand and asked.

He could sense that Jobtrand had something to do with what he had forgotten, but for a moment he couldn't say it.

Jobron's heart trembled, he almost answered the question instinctively, but after reacting, he chose to remain silent.

He lowered his head and stomped his foot slightly.

With Arnold's understanding of Jobtrand, he rarely made unnecessary moves.

"It's a hint." Arnold read this message from Jobron's actions, and then analyzed,

"Instead of answering my question directly, Jobbuterrand chose to imply that he was aware of what had just happened, but he could not say it due to some constraint."

Arnold is worthy of being an old man, and just from a small act of stomping his feet, he can guess Jobtrand's current hardship.

"Jobbutron, do you have a cigar with a stinky boy?" Arnold uttered something that made Jot Brown look sideways.

"Brought it."

"You kid really brought it, let's take two bites." Arnold's abrupt statement made Tristheny a little puzzled, but the clever Jobrune understood the hint of his mentor.

Jobuterrand took a full cigar from his bosom, took a bite into his mouth, lit a match, and lit it, but Jot Brown did not immediately smoke the cigar, but kept it in his mouth.

"Your name is Jot Brown G Rosart?"

Jobuterron took a soft puff and exhaled a smoke ring.

"You're a woman."

Jobuterrand spat out two smoke rings in a row.

Tristne, who was on the side, had already understood the intention of the two at this time, and since Tubtrand could not tell what had happened for some reason, he replaced it with a smoke ring.

"Do you know what happened?" Arnold asked.

A smoke ring slowly flew into the air.

"Did we just go down?"

Another smoke ring dissipated into the air.

"Is it dangerous?"

Jobuterrand was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the cigar between his fingers and shook the ash of his cigarette.

Arnold's eyes narrowed at this action, but he immediately asked,

"Can it threaten our lives?"

When he heard this question, Giobuterron suddenly had a headache, and he immediately covered his head, knowing that he could not answer any more.

This trick could not deceive the existence of the umr, the headache at this time was only a temporary pain, and if he continued to answer, it would be as the umr said that the destruction would come.

"Captain! What happened to you?! Tristne asked anxiously when he saw Jobbutron's mutation.

Jobuterrand gritted his teeth and fell to his knees, holding his head in his hands, which seemed to be gnawed by thousands of ants; The intense pain irritated Jobron's nerves, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Thankfully, the pain was only a fleeting moment, and it was only a small warning, and Jobuterrand understood it.

He took a few deep breaths and reached out and gestured to the two of them to indicate that he was okay, but at the same time snuffed out the burning cigar.

Seeing this, Arnold understood Jobland's difficulty, and patted Jobputran on the back and said,

"Sorry for you, child. Since I can't say, I won't ask anymore, and I'll cancel the task when I get back. When I asked about it, I said I just got nothing. ”

Jobuterron nodded, rested for a while, and then returned to normal.

He stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his knees, and said hoarsely,

"Thank you, teacher. Xiao Cui, have you dealt with it below? ”

Tristhenie nodded and responded, "It's been handled, but there is a lot of traffic here in the church, so wouldn't it be abrupt to suddenly lock it down?" ”

Jobuterron thought for a moment and responded, "Just put a notice on the front door that the clergy have changed and that internal repairs are needed." By the way, how much damage is there? ”

Tristne's face gloomy, and he replied heavily, "Nearly two hundred priests' and priests' robes have been found, and many of them have been burned in battle uniforms. There were 263 people on the register in the entire church. ”

When Chobuterron heard this, he gritted his teeth in hatred, "Damn Yudekaw." ”

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