As a city built by psychic magicians, Atki has many eerie buildings that are rarely seen elsewhere. They have different functions and different shapes, but they all reveal a cold sense of alienation, as if they are incompatible with normal human society.

The Hall of Emotions is one of the eerie buildings located beneath the Atti base, and from the outside it looks like a dome-like whole. Its interior consists of a series of ornate halls connected by corridors, as well as a number of smaller meeting rooms. The building is one of the most important stopovers for outsiders visiting Atki, and is not used by eccentric psychic magicians, so the architecture here is much more ornate than the rest of the world. Quaint and elegant, the soft wall lines and frescoes depict stories from ancient times.

It is impossible to verify who built this temple, or even what race, built it. However, most of the Atkis believe that it was built by powerful psychic sorcerers of ancient times, as the power of psionic energy permeates every brick and tile of the place even today. Each of the different halls, permanently blessed by the spirits, is endowed with the power of joy, sorrow, disgust, anger, fear, jealousy, guilt, remorse, and despair. The intelligent beings in it will be dominated by one of the emotions and will not be able to extricate themselves.

The reason why this place is one of the gathering places for outsiders is because it is one of the few places in Atki City that psychic warlocks will not set foot in, a place where there are no psychic warlocks in the city of psychic warlocks.

The reason for this is that there is a group of ancient golems left over from ancient times in this emotional hall, and they are also unknown from whose hands. Golems are puppet creatures created by magic or psionic energy, they are lifeless, but they can move. They don't have souls, but they have a set pattern of thinking. They are not mechanical, as they do not have complex gears and transmissions in their bodies. The source of their energy is the elemental power of the inner plane, and as long as it is not completely damaged, the golem can live forever.

In this hall of emotion, there are two kinds of golems left over from ancient times, one is a metal golem and the other is a flesh golem. The former were terrifying metal warriors forged from Mithril or even Adamantite Gold, each twelve feet tall, immensely powerful, and tireless. The latter is activated by the corpses of strange outer plane creatures, which are also tall and strong, but look disgusting and terrifying, like half-rotten zombies. I don't know if it's for some unknown tacit understanding or some other reason, the metal golem stays in the hall of remorse, while the flesh golem is in the hall of pain.

According to Turing, the Great Psychic Warlock, golems do not have a real sense of mind, and their so-called "thoughts" are actually pre-compiled response patterns. This makes the golems seem inflexible, and they can get stuck in a strange logical loop. But precisely because they have no real mind, they are not afraid of most psionic powers that affect people's hearts.

The golems in these halls of emotion were presumably ordered by their ancient masters, so they will attack any psykers who try to enter the halls. For others, it's as if they are turning a blind eye, just staying where they are, letting them come and go. In this way, this place has become a gathering place for many outsiders, and they can feel a little personal ** feeling in this place. Some of the more astute businessmen even took advantage of the building to open a smoke house. The golems had neither permission nor opposition to this behavior, but simply watched silently.

Dawood stumbled into the hall of emotion, choosing to walk through grief and fear and into the hall of remorse. There are not many people here, firstly because the golems occupy a large part of the land, and secondly, because of remorse, which has enough power to destroy the miè people. Most people are willing to stay there with joy.

As soon as he entered here, the power of remorse grabbed the fat merchant. I really shouldn't have acted with the mercenary group, he regretted it in his heart, I should have stayed in Niben. Otherwise, how could you meet that murderer.

He looked left and right and saw his target, an empty table with two wooden chairs on the edge of it. A man in a black burqa sat there, as if waiting for something, his face hidden in black shadows.

Dawood sat down in the empty chair in front of the mysterious man, the wood creaking and making a tooth-aching sound, but he finally held on.

"Insider?" asked Dawood, wiping the sweat from his face.

"Insider. The mystery man agreed, and there was a metallic texture in his voice.

After Dawood confirmed the identity of the other party, he immediately said to the mysterious intelligence dealer in front of him. "Is there any information about the eldest son mercenary group?!"

The mysterious man was silent, only holding out three fingers.

"Three gold coins?" asked the fat merchant hopefully.

"Three hundred. The sound of gold and stone intertwined sounded.

Remorse, Dawood's mind was filled with this emotion again. With a pained look on his face, he untied a bag from his waist and pulled out a gem.

The gemstone is not small, but unfortunately the cut is very small. The mysterious man didn't say anything, picked up the gem and identified it. He wore gloves on his hands, showing not a trace of skin.

"Not worth the price. Finally, he said.

Dawood had no choice but to take out a few more gold coins with tooth marks as if cutting meat to make up the difference.

The identity of the insider is also a mystery. Given his presence in the Temple of Emotions, he couldn't have been a psyker. But this man is indeed very powerful, and he knows almost everything about what is happening in the city of Atki.

The mysterious man put all the coins away and told Dawood his name. "Rasgu. （ra’s－a1－ghu1）”

"Who is he?"

"A hundred gold coins. The mystery man said.

"You've already taken my money!"

"And I've already answered you one question, that's another question. The mysterious man said coldly.

I shouldn't even be here, he's robbing me, and I'm going to have nothing when I get out. The power of remorse is pervasive, and once again the merchant feels a wave of discomfort.

The fat merchant hesitated for a moment, but the thought of revenge finally prevailed. His face twitched, and he took out another gem and handed it to the other party. When the mysterious man took the gem, his hand trembled.

The mysterious man accepted the other party's gem and gave a brief introduction, "He is a great psychic warlock, and he is also the mastermind who plans to make a move against the firstborn group. There are many of you, and you don't belong to the Witch King, or to a protected business family. is the best goal. ”

"How can I find him?" asked Dawood eagerly.

The mysterious man stretched out three more fingers, causing the fat merchant to wail in pain.

After some fierce haggling, Dawood finally got what he wanted, a crystal ball with an impenetrable fog floating inside. The mystery man brought the crystal ball to the table and whispered to it.

At first, there seemed to be no movement, and Dawood thought that something was wrong with the crystal ball. But then, the fog inside the sphere spun around, faster and faster, until finally a human face was revealed.

It was a delicate face, with a beard and head meticulously trimmed as if it had been measured with a ruler. Outwardly, the man was a human, about forty years old. But there was wisdom and strength in his eyes that did not match his appearance, as if he had witnessed countless years.

According to the mysterious man, Rasgu is now more than 600 years old, he was born into a nomadic tribe in the desert, and after showing his psionic talents, he became the singer of this tribe. After that, he used his mind-to-mind exchange ability to constantly exchange bodies with young people as he grew old, in order to maintain immortality.

Rasgu continued to seize the bodies of the young people of the tribe, and finally he was not tolerated by Liansheng, and was finally driven to Atki. Dawood was still very scared when he saw such an old immortal demon.

"Ah, insider. The person in the crystal ball spoke, "Dare to test my patience again, even if you hide in the emotional hall, I can still destroy you!"

"This businessman has something to talk to you about. "The mystery man is referring to Dawood.

Lasgu's attention shifted to the fat merchant, his sharp and intelligent eyes that made Dawood's heart throb for a while, and he didn't dare to look at each other.

"Another weak and depraved soul that needs to be ruined. Said the figure in the ball. From his elven eyes, the smell of fear was as strong as a mare's milk that could not be dissolved. Sue me, elf, are you looking for me to seek death?"

Dawood was startled, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Rasgu showed an impatient expression, "If you don't say it, I'll assume that you have no reason, and you won't be so happy if you want to die again." ”

The fat merchant wiped his sweat with one hand and said quickly. "Don't do this, my lord! I'm the patron of the firstborn group, and I'm going to surrender!"

"The eldest son?" Rasgulai was interested, "that mercenary group under the muscular idiot?, since you know the insider, I don't wonder how you know that I was planning to do something against it, and I'm curious, why didn't you run away, but asked me to surrender?"

"This," Dawood hastened to explain, "I was forced to do so, and I didn't contribute it voluntarily. That muscular idiot robbed in the desert and ended up robbing my caravan. His men killed most of my men, raped half of my slave girls, and then forced me to pay for his mercenary group. The new recruits didn't know, and thought I was volunteering to partner with a muscular idiot, but I was forced! The Moors forced me to take my family with me to prevent me from escaping. ”

How much Lasgu believed these words, the merchant could not see. I saw the other party stroking his mustache, "Why are you not afraid that your family will be dealt with now?"

"He's dead!" said Dawood bitterly, nagging at the thought of the meat he had eaten. "That muscular idiot recently recruited another psychic mancer. That guy is a demon in human skin, cruel and vile, and narrow-minded. He killed my son and snatched his woman. I have nothing to lose now. I hope you can destroy them!"

"You want me to destroy them and spare you your life. Rasgu mocked him. "I'm going to kill you all, but I don't need anyone to ask for it. But I have a habit in my life, and if I recognize something that I want to destroy, I don't allow it to be saved. You are also a member of the mercenary group, and I don't care if you do it voluntarily or forced. It's also within my target, but you sue me, why should I let you go?"

Darwood then uttered the words he had already prepared, "My Lord, that muscular fool may not match your strength, but he is indeed a formidable warrior, almost invincible. And there are also many capable people in his mercenary group, with a few archers, who can shoot arrows five hundred paces away, and can also hit the eyes of lizards. If they are on guard and hide in the distance to shoot arrows, it will still be very difficult to deal with. With me here, I can help the adults take them down without much effort. ”

Is that a laugh? The fat merchant noticed that Rasgu's mouth was grinning wide, revealing a distorted expression. "How can a good shooter threaten me, if they are busy dealing with their own powerful Muorish warriors? I can make the mercenaries kill each other with just one thought! ”

Seeing that his offer was not accepted, Dawood threw another bait. "My lord, I still have an ancestral treasure that I can give to my lord!"

"Kill you and I'll get the same. ”

"I'm afraid not," Dawood said, embarrassed. "The treasure is hidden in a secret crypt in the city of Nibenai, where the magic limits that only my bloodline can be opened. ”

Lasgu looked at the fat elf merchant, "Your bloodline can open your treasure house?"

"Exactly, my lord, but if you kill that muscular idiot and evil psychic man, I will give the treasure with both hands!"

Lasgu smiled quietly, one hand stroking his beard. Idiot, he thought, since as long as your bloodline can be opened, I will brainwash you into a heartless slave. As long as this elf doesn't hide in the emotional hall and doesn't come out, he has a way to clean him up.

"I can't be sure if what you're saying is true or not. "Russ Gusu sù Dawood. "I need to be with you face-to-face to be sure. ”

"After an hourglass, I'll contact you on the surface. When the time comes, you can prove that what you say is true and deliver on your promises. I'll consider sparing your life. ”

With that, the crystal ball dimmed and communication was lost. Dawood stroked his chest with one hand and wiped his sweat with the other, all he wanted to do was go to the Hall of Joy for a while, otherwise he wouldn't have the courage to meet this great psychic mancer.

Tips: The new domain name "biquge.info" has been launched by Biquge, and the original domain name is about to be discontinued. Please tell each other, thank you!