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The interior of the church was very dim, there was no light, and Edward's eyes immediately changed to night vision in order to adapt to the environment, and he could see the scene in the church without a little spiritual effort.

Ahead were rows of old wooden seats, a statue with a blurred face in the dark, and the church was simply laid out, with only two rows of eight rows, presumably enough for the townspeople to use together.

Then he looked up and saw figures hanging in the air as far as his eye could see.

It's all human.

Some of them wore black classical robes, some wore brown jackets, some wore skirts that were stretched out loosely, and some were dressed in tatters, like beggars.

Some of them have rugged faces, some have deep contours, handsome and masculine, some have delicate and beautiful facial features, and some are immature and cute, and they are quite young, and there is no similarity.

No, they still have something in common, they are all like air-dried bacon, hanging from a high place, their heads bowed, their eyes rolled and shaky.

The girl who was contaminated by her own blood was not among them, and there were many of them damaged in the small scuffle just now, and it seems that all the inhabitants of the town are here.

Edward looked at the rows of secret puppets, and thoughtless the sausages he had poured when he was in Intis, and then thought of what Amon said, "There are many light cocoons hanging on the source castle", and for a moment he couldn't guess whether this was Antigonus' personal style, or the influence of the top of the path.

Woo!

A cold wind blew in the church, and the figures hanging in the air turned around one by one, facing Edward.

Their collars seemed to be connected to ropes, their heads were still lowered, but their expressions were faintly angry, as if the puppeteer behind them was vaguely trying to kick out this impolite guest.

Then, the Dao body shook like a wind chime, and its mouth opened to make an almost whispering sound:

"Hornachis...... Fregra......"

"Hornachis...... Fregra......"

The voices echoed and overlapped, converging together, like puppets singing a song.

This sentence is actually the lingua franca of the Northern Continent? His own dwelling, his place of refuge for believers, and his father's name...... Antigonus, you are really an interesting mythical creature...... Unlike Amon's instinct to "learn" and "analyze" human beings under his extraordinary characteristics of "decryption scholars", you are actually real, and you have developed a good impression of human beings under your own subjective will.

Professor Decay found it very interesting, for mythical creatures, liking humans is like liking an object, there is nothing incomprehensible, but relying on human nature is like taking drugs, even if one day it is a matter of death.

This made him eager to talk to Antigonus about the human community and believers, and to see if he could absorb some useful ideas to devote to the education of Amun.

Edward walked leisurely forward, and above his head, the figures swayed, as if looking down at him.

Twenty or thirty meters ahead, Edward came to the end of the church, and saw the dark altar and the stone statues enshrined on it.

It has a female human form, but it has two animal legs growing out of its ribs and waist, and is covered with short, thick black hair.

In addition, the stone statue is surrounded by thin black bands, which are like tentacles extending out.

At the foot of this stone statue, there are souls sleeping, as if surrounded by a constellation of stars.

This is the Mother of Heaven who, after Fregra, also lost to the Goddess of the Night in the battle for power in the "darkness"? I don't know what your name is, or if it's the same as the real name of the Goddess of the Night, it's a taboo obscured by a secret authority.

Edward then looked away and saw an old man hiding behind the idol.

Feeling His gaze, the old man suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of dark eyes seemed to be deep water.

The old man's eyes widened.

The old man's expression changed to "benefit".

The old man turned his head to the other side and snorted to cover up.

Edward sat down next to the old man very familiarly, and the old man moved away with his eyes closed, and then Edward grabbed him and dragged him back.

"Long time no see, Zarathu." The demon smiled and whispered in the old man's ear, familiar with the familiar familiar of meeting an old friend, "So you've been vacationing in the Hornachis Mountains?" ”

Zarathu laughed dryly, opened his eyes, tilted his head back, and every wrinkle on his face tried his best to resist: "You're right, it's quiet here, there's no Amon, the secret puppet drama is interesting, the dialect of the Night Country is also interesting, it's a pleasure to vacation here." ”

Edward smiled slightly, "Do you want to go out?" ”

Zaratul, who has a wealth of experience working with demons, laughed three times and replied very cheerfully, "I don't want to. ”

The two looked at each other for three seconds with a warm smile on their faces, and suddenly reached out at the same time, one pulled out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and the other quickly pulled out a stack of steaming freshly baked biscuits from the hole in history. They exchanged their belongings with a tacit understanding, and completed a tentative transaction.

"You were the Zarathu of the time when Russell was the enemy of the world."

Edward pinched a cookie and put it in his mouth—Oreo, a refreshment of Intis that he had reproduced and disseminated—to understand the message from Zarathu, and to confirm the identity and period of Zarathu, and said in a tone that was indeed so:

"No wonder Russell didn't count you as one of the combat forces in the end. Although your ontology is still relatively normal, you are already on the verge of resisting out of control, right? ”

"Hehe, yes."

Zarathu skillfully unpacked the package, took out one of them, sniffed it to the tip of his nose, lit it and sandwiched it between his fingers:

"You have made great efforts to become the King of Filth."

Edward snorted, a little displeased: "Before I came in, I was still the King of Angels. ”

Zarathu glanced at the white shirt on the other party's body, swept the hideous blood stains on the half of his body where his heart was, and did not speak.

The silence lasted for about half a minute, and Zarathu suddenly said, "There have been many changes in the way you and I remember. ”

"People always change." Edward Demon whispered, "I don't mind telling you, come on, together for the great ......"

"The sun is so nice tonight!" Zarathu raised his voice and interrupted the second half of the sentence in time, silently moving a few centimeters away.

Edward chewed on the biscuit, reviewing the taste of his craft, glanced at Zarathu, and replied politely:

"After seeing you, I understand a little bit about why you helped Adam at that time and suddenly attacked me."

"That "audience" sequence one characteristic, it's still in your hands."

Zarathu let out a few dull laughs from under his white beard, and did not deny it: "But you are still alive." I'm still here, so the features are still in my hands. ”

"Heh, if Adam dares to tell the Seven Gods that he has been stripped of a Sequence One, I'm afraid that at least three gods will descend on the spot. Maybe you won't come down to kill me, but to kill Adam. ”

"You have this big secret."

"Great ......"

"The moon is so beautiful tonight!"

After a few rounds of back and forth, the two angel old fritters looked at each other and smiled.

"If you want to trade that trait for support, I'd suggest you give it to the Storm Lord directly."

Edward thoughtfully offered Zarathu: "Night and Storm are old allies, the god of wisdom is wise, and the eternal sun is uncertain, you give that sequence to Storm, and let him reason with Night." Or you can simply give it to the night in exchange for His support, and as soon as the night is happy, maybe you will be released from here in no time. ”

The historical projection smiled, did not answer, and only replied meaningfully after a moment:

"It's foolish to leave your choice to the gods."

"If you keep guarding the treasure, you will be killed in the end."

After Edward finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed: "Oh, is there still a turning point in your fate?" Do you know you'll be able to go out in the future? ”

Zarathu smiled but said nothing.

"Zarathu, I have something to ask you too." Without thinking about it, he knew that he would definitely not be able to get any information, so Edward simply skipped the topic naturally, "How many times can you miracle masters be resurrected?" ”

"If this is a transaction you initiated, I would like to have someone who pays me enough, of course, not to help me out." Zarathu did not refuse at the first time, but skillfully and naturally put forward conditions, made restrictions, improved the content of the transaction, and prevented himself from being trapped.

"Of course, I'm very sincere in exchanging information with you. My information is valuable and time-sensitive, and of course, you have to fill in more details of my question according to its value. ”

Edward said very naturally and sincerely, seeing this, Zaratul turned his face and waited for the following—the demon is the best trade partner when the two sides have enough chips and equal status—he looked into the demon's eyes, and heard the other party say word by word:

"I met a soothsayer who seemed to be able to 'advance' the resurrection, and he only had Sequence 7."

Resurrection in advance? No way! If so, then...... Wait, don't you say!

Zaratul didn't show the turmoil in his heart on his face at all, and even controlled the mood swings in his heart to prevent the demon from hearing the clues.

He took a puff of his cigarette, and said with a stir of the corners of his mouth in embarrassment: "This kind of thing, low sequence may not be impossible." At its simplest, as long as he has an extraordinary item of the "Miracle Master". ”

"That's all, I can tell you—the maximum number of resurrections for a miracle master is four."

The image of Challa is an old fox squinting his eyes, expressing denial in order to reduce the value of this piece of information and not give Edward any chance to take advantage.

And Edward, who used ambiguous information to create trading traps, also played Tai Chi with customers like a seasoned businessman.

"I thought we'd have built a strong friendship after a lot of trades."

"I'm sure you know what I mean, and the answer is exactly what you think."

Edward let out a fake sigh, the intelligence value of the "Source Fort" was far higher than the secret of the miracle master's resurrection. Zarathu wanted to discount, Edward wanted to raise the price, and the final result was definitely a compromise answer, but they were equally happy in these encounters.

The devil fritters said, "You don't trust me, and it makes me feel bad. I had just killed the soothsayer when I found a trace of him suspected to be resurrected and continued his operation, and then I was here. Are you satisfied with this answer? ”

"There have been four resurrections of miracle masters, so are there more secret attendants?"

The soothsayer said, "Hehehe, from your information, I can only conclude that the night seems to have taken in a new relative, and may have given him an item with the characteristics of a miracle master, but nothing else." ”

Devil fritters asked rhetorically, "This information is not important enough?" Zarathu, how much value do you think you have? ”

The soothsayer touched his beard and disagreed: "In the current world, the high sequence of the three ways of mystery, Mr. Door is still in the starry sky, Pales Zoroaster is not competitive enough, and there are only more than ten years left in the apocalypse, if the gods don't want that blasphemer to become a mystery, then I am the only choice." ”

"One Sword Alone"

Zarathu pondered this information for a moment, a little surprised, but not nervous.

There is no direct conflict between the night and the "blasphemer", and it is quite normal not to rush to bet on the rivalry of the Lord of Mysteries. If there really is a soothsayer related to the source fort, it is normal for him to be accepted as a dependant in the night, after all, it may be an important bargaining chip in the future when dividing interests.

"Respectable. You still think that the brains of the three gods are not tofu scum, I thought you should have understood their way of doing things a long time ago. ”

Edward was in awe of Zarathu, and at the same time made a conclusion: "I understand that the miracle master can be resurrected four times, and there are no prerequisites, because 'death and resurrection' is already a miracle." At the same time, the Mystic Acolyte has a stronger resurrection ability, and I guess you may be able to stay alive, stay in shape, or even regain your life through the projection of history. ”

"It's easy to verify this, I just have to kill you and see if Zarathu is alive or dead outside."

Speaking of this, Zarathu laughed a few times again: "Your information is indeed very valuable, and it is indeed time for me to rejudge the future situation." I'm going to revise the trading conditions, and I'm willing to use the methods to fill the gaps in this transaction. ”

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and laughed at the same time, and the tense atmosphere just now disappeared in the blink of an eye.

344

After leaving St. Samuel's Church, Klein took a horse-drawn carriage back to the Hilston district.

He opened the door and entered the house, and was about to take off his hat, when his movements suddenly froze.

His spiritual instincts told him that strangers had entered the living room, had entered the room!

This...... There's almost no concealment...... Is it a warning? It's better to have a warning than no warning...... Crane stood in the foyer, silent for a long time.

Next, he was a little depressed, but he also went on to live as usual, going out to investigate, and didn't come back until dark.

After a quiet dinner, Klein washed up and went to bed, seemingly ending a busy and futile day.

But in the middle of the night, when the red moon was obscured by stratus clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He rolled over and got out of bed, slowly opened the door, and entered the bathroom next door, hiding his body with a paper figure stand-in. After taking four steps backwards, he came to the gray mist and sat down in the place of the "fool". His eyes have become clear, and there is no longer decadence, frustration, pessimism, etc.

Immediately after, Crane took out a projection of a blood-stained handkerchief from the hidden pocket of his pajamas made from old clothes.

When he was packing up his belongings before, with the help of the extraordinary ability of the "magician", he took out the handkerchief covertly and hid it on his body!

Taking a breath, Klein took out his pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement that was indistinguishable from the beginning:

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

After reciting it seven times in peace and tranquility, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back in his chair, and fell into a deep sleep in the silence and emptiness of the old palace.

In the gray, fragmented, illusory world, Klein saw a very different picture than before.

What he sees is a hand-carved palm-sized puppet with eyes, nose and mouth.

There were a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, which gave it a slightly eerie color.

One palm stretched out, the skin was fair and delicate, smooth and smooth, the five fingers were slender and slender, and the flesh and bone were even.

The most striking thing is that the little finger of this palm wears a ring set with sapphires and a unique shape.

Syllable!

The index finger of the palm swirled around the illusory black flame, and it was dotted at the heart of the puppet.

Silently, the picture shattered.

Klein opened his eyes suddenly, and felt his scalp tingle, and then his whole body tingling.

His initial judgment was not wrong, Talim did die from the curse!

That hand, that gemstone ring! The tightly wrapped woman he saw at the funeral was the one who killed Talim!

Why would she do it? And why did you come back for the funeral? Who the hell is she?

Wait, one more thing......

Why doesn't the picture of the moment when the little puppeteer, who symbolizes Talim, be killed by a curse, show a panoramic view? This mysterious space above the gray fog can be eliminated from interference...... Klein was a little confused for a moment.

Normally, the revelation he got was too abstract and too easy to misinterpret, it was a problem with his own limited level of divination, and it was a problem that the difficulty of the things he wanted to divination was too high, and it had nothing to do with the gray fog, which was understandable, but just now it was clear that the scene before and after the curse was clearly presented, but it was only limited to a small part, and it did not provide a relatively more effective revelation, which was quite puzzling.

Before...... Is there a similar situation? Klein digs into the reasons from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat up straight and remembered a similar experience.

In Tingen, when he divined the real reason behind several coincidences, there was a similar situation!

He could clearly see the house with the red chimney, but he couldn't touch the house inside. Zangwill and the seal "0-08"!

This, is this something with a "0" level of seals or the power of people fighting against the gray mist? Klein's eyes narrowed sharply.

No, not necessarily, there are still a lot of possibilities, we have to confirm again! He tried to calm down.

As for how to confirm, it is difficult for him to be experienced, and the method is very simple, that is, to do the same divination again.

If the revealed picture remains the same, it means that things are not so scary, and if the divination is no longer successful, it means that the target or something around the target can fight the gray fog in some way, just like "0-08"!

Taking a deep breath, Crane calmly repeated his previous divination.

"The real cause of Talim Dumont's death."

……

He leaned back in his chair and whispered, his eyes deepening.

In his dreams, all he saw was a hazy, broken gray mist, with no more puppets or fingers.

Brush!

Crane straightened his back and looked unusually solemn.

What's really going on with Talim? He frowned and muttered to himself.

He no longer had any doubts about what to do next, that is, he was passive and perfunctory, first bluffing Prince Edsak for a while, and then telling him that he really couldn't investigate the truth.

It is unbelievable that the death of an ordinary person with no money, no power, no status, and no strength would involve a "0" level seal or a strong person of the same level!

Phew, this world is so scary, if you are not careful, you will come into contact with extremely terrifying things...... Crane sighed secretly, didn't dare to stay any longer, and quickly returned to the bathroom in reality.

I have a lot of worries and no dreams all night.

TBC

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Real name in this chapter: Old Coin Chat.