Chapter 139: The Aftermath

On the outskirts of Rotten Leaf Town, Shelley sat quietly by the window and gently sipped the black tea in his cup. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info"I don't know what happened to that kid??,I don't know how to send a message back after being away for so long.,It looks like the next time we meet, we should bring him a voice transmission device.,So that you can talk to him when you have time.怂 A warm smile appeared on Shelley's face, and he whispered to himself.

Outside, a dark cloud obscured the moonlight. Shelley put down her glass and curled up in her chair, staring at her own white little feet in a daze. Suddenly, a teleportation circle of light flickered in the room, and Shelley hurriedly jumped down from his chair, "What a guy who can't help but chatter, just thought of him and came back." Shelley smiled and looked at the aperture, she knew exactly who was able to get here with a teleportation scroll.

"Master!" the light of the teleportation array had not yet faded, and a miserable howl came from within. Hearing this scream, Shelley looked panicked, and the figure in the teleportation array was only half a body, although the scream was hoarse, but the breath of the voice was obviously not enough.

"How did this kid do this, I still have a way to get hurt, but I only have half of my body left, what can I do. Shelley's eyes were already misty, and he ran barefoot to the teleportation array and picked up half of his body.

"Makoto, how are you, don't be afraid. I'm here, I'm here. The panicked Shelley couldn't even say a word, but when she saw the appearance of the person in her arms, her face instantly turned cold, and she directly put the person in her arms still on the ground, "Who are you? ā€

"Hurry up and save the master, please, go and save the master!" It was Xiao Wu in the teleportation array, who was only half of his body left and was thrown by Shelley again, and now he looked like he was about to choke, and he could only mutter quietly on the ground.

Shelley didn't answer, picked up Xiao Wu and went directly to the underground research room, and when Xiao Wu was still in the middle of the platform, Shelley took out two magic guide stones and put out a tool, and began to repair Xiao Wu's broken body. "Where did this doll come from, looking at the model, it should be an antique before and after the Battle of Dawn, where did Makoto find it?"

Shelley focused on repairing Xiao Wu's broken body, but a trace of worry flashed on his face from time to time, "The owner of this puppet should be Makoto Tatsuno, although I don't know to what extent his intelligence has evolved, but talking to a puppet is far less convenient than calling his information storage device directly." ā€

Xiao Wu's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and he was about to lose consciousness, but he still kept muttering in his mouth, "Go and save the master, please." ā€

As soon as the magic guide stone was barely connected to Xiao Wu, Shelley directly tore open Xiao Wu's chest and took out a small box of glittering light mixed in the gears. Xiao Wu lost consciousness when the small box left his chest, and lay quietly on the table and no longer moved.

Shelley took the small box and drew a magic circle on the table, placed the small box on it, and then chanted in a low voice. The magic circle glowed faintly after Shelley's chanting, and then the light converged to form a curtain of light.

The picture flashed on the light curtain, and all the things that Xiao Wu saw and experienced appeared on it one by one. Shelley looked at the picture quietly, and his expression slowly began to change, "Inheritor! It turns out that this child Makoto ran to the last glorious place of mankind by mistake." Shelley glanced at Xiao Wu on the table, and his eyes showed a very complicated look.

The picture continued to change, and Shelley's expression suddenly became extremely cold, "Puppeteer, although the time should always come, who allowed you to treat my child as your own, and who allowed you to hurt my child like this." When Shelley saw Makoto Tatsuno being slammed to the ground, his whole body began to tremble.

When his face appeared on the screen, Shelley waved his hand to end the operation of the magic circle. Her body was still shaking, "Damn it, Roger you're damned! I'll let you know what a stupid thing you've done." ā€

Shelley calmed his heart that had lost his peace of mind due to anger, "Since Roger has discovered Makoto's identity, Makoto should still be safe for a short time." But now it's impossible to determine where he took Makoto?" Shelley bit her lip and pulled out a black hooded cloak from under the table to cover herself. Then he walked over to the wall where countless weapons were displayed, and reached out and twisted the knob hidden beneath the dagger.

"Gala Gala!"

The wall slowly receded diagonally, and behind the wall was a dimly lit chamber. On the walls around the chamber hung several Magic Stones, which emitted a faint glow that made it difficult to see the furnishings in the Secret Room. Shelley tightened his hood to make sure his face was completely obscured by the hood's shadow, and walked in with his legs raised.

Shelley walked to the middle of the chamber and stopped in front of a crystal ball, lighting the candles on both sides of the crystal ball, making the chamber a little brighter. Then Shelley chanted a few words softly, and the crystal ball glowed with a faint purple light.

As the light appeared, the face of an old man appeared in the crystal ball. The furrows on his face, the deep-set eye sockets, and the hooked nose under the eyes gave the old man an eerie look. "Great Sect Master, does your presence mean that the true God has a new direction?" the old man's voice was full of respect and excitement, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"In the name of God, the messenger with the oracle in his hand was framed by those who tried to hide the truth, and now he is in captivity. Tell all the congregants to suspend all activities in the church now, and make every effort to search for the whereabouts of the messenger, and to rescue him at all costs. ā€

Shelley deliberately suppressed his voice, making his voice hoarse and low. At the end of the day, Shelley couldn't control his emotions a little, and his voice trembled slightly. The old man in the crystal ball, after hearing Shelley's voice, fully understood what she meant by doing whatever it takes, and it was not an exaggeration but a real way to do it.

"Those bastards even dare to imprison the messenger of the true god, I will definitely find and rescue the messenger as soon as possible, please rest assured. The old man's face flushed with excitement.

Like all extremist groups, the religiously based heretical group controlled by Shelley had a great passion for confronting authority and tradition. If you have nothing to do, you want to make some trouble for the Supreme Council, the most authoritative organization in the Federation, not to mention that their own messenger of God is imprisoned by them. Don't make a big fuss, don't make a fuss until the world is turned upside down.

Seeing the old man's expression, Shelley nodded, "I will contact you at the right time, now go and find the whereabouts of the messenger immediately." Seeing that Shelley was about to break off the call, the old man hurriedly spoke in a hurry: "Sect Master, there is another matter that needs your instructions. ā€

"What's the matter?" asked Shelley, impatiently.

"Awesome Master, I don't know what the messenger looks like yet. You know, people who try to cover up the truth arrest a lot of people every day in order to keep people living in the illusion of hypocrisy. Without knowing the emissary's appearance and name, the chances of finding him are close to zero. The old man felt the impatience in Shelley's tone, but he gritted his teeth and finished speaking.

Shelley secretly cursed himself in his heart, "It's really messy to care! Don't tell them anything, where can they find it?" Although he thought so, Shelley didn't show it. "The emissary's name is Makoto Tatsuno, the male has white hair and no weapons, he should have been captured near the Dusk Mountains. There is only so much information, and the rest is up to you, and now is the time to prove your faith. ā€

The old man's face in the crystal ball was excited, and he almost cried bitterly, "Please rest assured, Sect Master, we will definitely not let the true god down." ā€

Ignoring the old man's chatter of loyalty, Shelley waved away the image of the crystal ball, extinguished the candle, and turned to leave the chamber.

Taking off his robe, Shelley let out a sigh of exhaustion as he propped his hands on the table. Although Shelley knew that what he was doing was very wrong, it was undeniable that faith and religion were indeed the easiest way to make people willing to do things without complaint, especially cults.

Glancing at Xiao Wu on the stage, Shelley temporarily forgot what had just happened, "Since you have become the inheritor of human glory, in this case, I have to get you an appearance that suits this identity." Shelley rolled up his sleeves and began a complete transformation of Xiao Wu, "You call Makoto the master, then give Makoto a surprise." I hope that with your company, that child will also be able to experience more joy of life when he gets the truth. ā€

While Shelley was tidying up Xiao Wu, the gloomy-looking old man in the crystal ball was instructing his subordinates in a low voice, "Inform all infiltrators, drop all tasks, and all go to find a white-haired man named Makoto Tatsuno, who should have disappeared in the Dusk Mountains and is likely to be imprisoned by the Supreme Council." As soon as the location is determined, all the combatants in the organization are immediately notified to rescue him, and he must be rescued at all costs. ā€

"It's a white-haired man again! It seems that several large organizations in the alliance are looking for a white-haired man these days, is this guy a disaster?" Although they all muttered in their hearts, they immediately agreed loudly, "Yes!"

Hearing his subordinates whisper in response, the old man raised his voice, "I'm talking about whatever it takes, remember to do whatever it takes." ā€

"Yes! at all costs!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction when he heard this answer, waved his hand and dispersed his men, and turned back to the inner room and muttered excitedly to the crystal ball.