Ace Snake looked at the kind old man who led the "Heart of Machine" team into the workshop, frowned and asked:

"Horamik, why are you here to join in the fun? Come and see our 'substitute' jokes? ”

Horamic Haydn, not only the head of the Diocese of Beckland, the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, but also a member of the Pre-Divine Council; He is also a very well-known scientist in the entire Northern Continent, an honorary professor in the Department of Physics at the University of Beckland.

From the tone of voice, you can hear that the "Singer of God" is very familiar with the archbishop of the Steam Church.

Listening to Ace's unkind tone, Horamik smiled calmly: "This is strictly the jurisdiction of the 'Machine Heart', and it is also our duty to come here to investigate...... Speaking of this, he glanced at the handsome military man on the other side and continued, "Don't worry, we are just here to provide some help, not to fight for '1-025'." ”

Ace Snake's face softened a little when he heard this, he thought for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Did the 'Machine Heart' get any new clues?" ”

"Not yet...... However, we have brought with us an extraordinary item that can provide clues. As he spoke, Horamik turned his body with his hands lowered and said to the stiff-faced man behind him, "Ikonse, bring '2-111'." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency." The man named Iconse replied respectfully, and stepped forward with a silver mirror in his arms.

The rest of the eyes immediately focused on the mirror.

The mirrors are flanked by an eye-like ornament, and they are based on black gemstones, which look dark and charming.

"Just a 'Level 2' seal?" Ace Snake was visibly disappointed when he saw this.

Horamik smiled silently, motioning for Iconser to show off what it could do.

With a fluffy, messy, stubborn brown hair, Iconse gritted his teeth, stroked the surface of the silver mirror with his right hand, and after three times, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Dear Arodes, my question is, what happened in the basement of this workshop last night?"

As his words fell, the space around him suddenly became dense, and the surface of the silver mirror swayed with water and light.

Soon, a picture emerged from the silver mirror:

A dozen hooded suspicious people sat around the long table arguing fiercely, not noticing that on the other side of the table, a young man with gold-rimmed eyes was quietly watching them perform.

At this time, a middle-aged man with blank eyes appeared at the door of the basement. No sooner had he pushed open the door than the young man, who had not been noticed before, stretched out his right hand, and then opened his mouth to chant something, and then he threw out the ropes that had been turned into a hurricane and bound everyone in the basement, and he himself disappeared.

In a flash of water, the scene changed, and a man in a black coat, scarf, and heavy hat walked into the basement, he looked around, walked straight up to a member of the "Esoteric Order", and took something out of his pocket.

Then, without any movement from him, all the people in the basement turned into lifelike rag dolls.

The man waved his hand, and the rag dolls scrambled to fly up on their own, throwing themselves into an illusory bronze gate condensed in front of him.

Finally, the light in the mirror froze on the image of the man looking up slightly, revealing a face covered in dark spots.

The black spot was so terrifying, even if it was just the scene of the silver mirror "revisiting", it still made the people present feel a burst of shock.

Iconse let out a sigh, and was about to quietly move away from the demigods, when a few lines of ancient Forsak words suddenly appeared on the silver mirror:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions."

"If you answer incorrectly, or lie, you will be punished."

The word "punishment" is as red as blood, as if it is still dripping liquid!

The expression on Iconse's face contorted for a moment, and then became extremely solemn.

Immediately after, the water flashed above the silver mirror, and a new line of words appeared:

"In the Third Age, what is the real name of the queen of the Giant Court?"

Iconser's throat squirmed, and sweat began to grow on his forehead.

After a brief silence, he casually made up:

"Constance!"

"Wrong." The blood-red words on the mirror changed again, "Task, or punishment?" ”

Iconse's expression was visibly struggling, and he finally exhaled:

"Punishment."

As soon as he finished speaking, a silvery lightning bolt appeared out of thin air and struck him above his head.

Scoop, Iconser's hair stood on end, and her body fell with a thud, and a little black smoke came out.

But instead of landing with him, the mirror floated on its own and landed on the console of a nearby machine.

Seeing this scene, the "Mystic Mentor" Stewart, who had been watching this scene, immediately stepped forward, crouched down and pressed his right hand on Iconse's back, simulating the ability to "heal".

After two seconds, Iconse stood up tremblingly, shaking and panting, and it was a long time before he greeted Stull and said hoarsely, "Thank you, friend." ”

"You're welcome......" Stewart stood up, looked at the silver mirror lying quietly on the operating table, and asked thoughtfully, "It seems to have the ability of 'Reader' and 'Sailor' high sequences, is it really just a 'Level 2' seal?" ”

Iconse nodded:

"Yes, it's not very harmful."

Speaking of the back, there was a sudden feeling of gnashing of teeth in his tone.

"In other words, everything else meets the standard of a 'Level 1' seal?" Stewart said suddenly.

At this time, the three Sages present also discussed the picture they had seen earlier.

"Could the man in the basement be '1-025'? The means are very similar, and dressed like that in the summer, I can't think of any normal person who would choose to dress like this. Ace Snecht thought for a moment before coming to his conclusion.

"It makes sense, but that person obviously came here for what the 'Esoteric Order' member was doing, and the rest of the people were just affected...... Also, that person doesn't give me the same feeling as '1-025'...... He seemed even more terrifying. The handsome man from the military said this, looking at Horamik with golden eyes.

His meaning was obvious, since there was such a useful seal, why speculate?

"So, do we need to know exactly where that man came from, and what exactly he took?" Horamic nodded in approval, then looked at the frail Iconse, then turned to the rest of the "Mechanical Hearts" team and said:

"Which of you will use '2-111'?"

Who would have thought that the deacons and team members of the "Mechanical Heart" had not yet responded, but Stewart, who was beside Ikanse, said with some eagerness: "Lord Horamik, can I use '2-111'?" I am fully confident in my knowledge. It should be possible to answer the question that came out of it. ”

Horamik looked at him seriously when he heard this, and replied with a smile: "Yes, it's up to you to use it." ”

With permission, Stewart happily picked up the silver mirror on the counter, and when he turned around to ask Iconser for advice on how to use it, he found that the senior deacon of the Steam Church and the members of the "Heart of the Machine" behind him were all looking at him with pity.

Commiseration? Why? Think I'm going to be punished? Are they so sure I can't answer the "2-111" question?

With a hint of confusion, Sturt stroked the surface of the mirror three times with his right hand, and then asked:

"Dear Arrodus, my question is the origin of the man who turned everyone in the basement into dolls and took them away."

The workshop was dark again, as if a dark cloud happened to drift nearby.

The surface of the silver mirror flowed with water, and it quickly condensed into a slightly blurred picture:

It was an underground mausoleum, and a man covered in dark spots sealed himself in a sarcophagus with a red armor, a silver sword, and a pitch-black glove in conjunction with the ritual.

Then the picture turns, and the decoration in the mausoleum is visibly corrupted and weathered to the naked eye, and it is clear that a long time has passed.

At this time, a transparent figure passed directly through the ceremony, through the sarcophagus, and possessed the man.

This is where the picture comes to an abrupt end.

"Sure enough, it's '1-025'!" Ace Snake glanced at the handsome man in the military and said with some eyebrows raised.

The military man ignored him, but pinched his chin and muttered to himself as he pondered, "What happened to that man?" And why do they seal themselves? ”

"In the picture that flashed just now, the coat of arms of the man's family appeared, and I think it should be able to be found in the royal library." Horamik listened quietly and reminded with a smile.

"Leave this matter to me, and I will handle it as soon as possible." The handsome man from the military bowed slightly.

At this time, the silver mirror called Arodes had dissipated from the picture and turned into a word.

It asks Stewart to answer a question, and if he lies or is unwilling to answer, he will be severely punished.

Sturt was inexplicably a little expectant and a little nervous, just a little strange about the wording of the mirror.

Answering questions is like taking an exam, knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, why does it think I'm lying or unwilling to answer?

With doubts in his heart, Stewart looked at the mirror and quietly waited for the question.

After a few seconds, he saw the blood-like words change, one by one:

"The first time you solved the physiological problems of adults on your own, which bishop or deacon's wife came to mind?"

Stewart froze, only to feel that all the eyes of everyone around him were on him, especially a senior deacon of the Storm Church who was on duty on the periphery.

……

On Saturday afternoon, the camping expedition at the public school was interrupted as the weather changed again and heavy clouds filled the sky.

Under the leadership of Mr. Black, the young men and women soon returned to the small town of Kangwa.

However, as soon as he returned to the hotel, Abner noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the town, and there seemed to be a lot of fresh faces.

He couldn't help but look at Emma not far away, who also nodded solemnly, obviously aware of this.

Just then, a voice came from behind their group;

"Miss Emma Horatio? How did you end up here? ”