551

Leonard was in the corner of the break room, scribbling on his notebook.

He had masterfully memorized the facial features of "Sherlock Moriarty" and could draw a rough portrait with his eyes closed, just like Ince Zangwill, but could never recall the source of this familiarity.

"When, exactly? Who the hell is it? ”

Leonard sketches a Sherlock quickly, stares at the other's beard for a long time, and suddenly rubs the eraser on the end of the pencil on the beard.

But he wiped his beard black in a few strokes. Leonard was stunned, suddenly realized something, and immediately drew another one next to him.

This one doesn't have a beard.

The first impression of a senior detective is often that he is sophisticated, and this sophistication is not only his qualifications and experience, but also subconsciously makes people count his age above thirty or even forty. But without a beard, Sherlock Moriarty suddenly became very young.

Sherlock Moriarty's real age may not be that old!

Leonard's hole shrunk, the tip of his pen pausing in the air, and began to look for other cover. Soon, next to the beardless Sherlock, he drew another Sherlock with his glasses removed.

Leonard furrowed his eyebrows and carefully examined the three small pictures, his eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly stood up and galloped away, leaving the break room and rushing all the way to his small workshop in the church.

Leonard pounced on the cork he had used to nail the suspicious person's photo, took Sherlock Moriarty's picture down, and placed it on the table. And spread out the notebook of his own graffiti and put it next to the photo.

Finally, with some trembling, he bent down and took out a book from a drawer, from which he took out a picture that was flat and neat, without half wrinkles or scratches.

- This is a group photo of the Tingen Nightwatchers.

It was taken a month after the rookie soothsayer Cleon Moretti officially joined.

Leonard solemnly placed the photo on the table, closed his eyes, and turned on the light.

Under the light, the smiles of everyone in the group photo were clearly visible, and the friend who had already died in the disaster looked at the camera a little shyly.

…… However, with Sherlock Moriarty, who had removed his beard and glasses.

Almost identical.

……

Medici frowned, sat down on the stone warmed by the bonfire, and scooped back the man who was trying to move it next to him, and asked:

"Those imps decided to take a temporary truce?"

Trainor, who was grabbed by the Conqueror with the crook of his arm, nodded knowingly, and the members of the New War Red around him were secretly grilling skewers.

"That's it? Is this the quality of the church under the hands of the Grim Reaper? There are no extra manpower in the two counties? Their consuls are ornaments? ”

Yes. Archon.

Trainor pulled out a black-and-white photograph from the wooden file rack in his hand, and the document behind it recorded a brief biography of a man named Azik Eggers, and showed it to Medici:

"The consul of the Church of the Grim Reaper seems to have a problem, she has spent fifteen times in her life, all of them in the Northern Continent, six of them are wealthy merchants, five are nobles, and the rest are commoners of the middle class or wealthy class. But the highest nobility only climbed to the baronial title - this is also caused by the suppression of the half-bloods and the southern continent on the northern continent. All in all, the Archon of Azik doesn't seem to know anything about politics and management now, she's not in the right state, and it will take some time for the potion itself to show up again. ”

"She is just handling some affairs in name, and her real power is not as good as that of the high priest, and the supreme ruler of the Bailang Empire is still ......"

Trainor pondered for a moment and said:

"The Pale Emperor."

In terms of intelligence information, Medici is still more attentive. After listening to this report, she pinched Azik Eggers' resume with two fingers, and after looking at it, the gloating on her face could not be hidden:

"This kid has today, too."

"You know her?" Trainor asked politely, he felt that this was complete nonsense, Medici became famous as early as the Third Age, and said that every angel who had met her in the back believed it.

"Not an acquaintance, I heard that she was glared at at the end of the Quaternary, and then there was no news." Medici looked at the introduction of Azk's fifteen life traces, and said happily, "I said how could she be alive but there was no sound at all, it turned out that she had become demented." ”

It turns out that in the eyes of the innate mythical creatures, forgetting part of the power of the potion itself is equivalent to becoming demented. The sequence is that the "Archon of Death" is not able to handle the affairs of the Church and the Empire for a while, and Medici would definitely laugh at it if she met - she has been locked in a basement for almost two thousand years, and she has not forgotten the instinct to rule!

"By the way, she also has a roller, you've seen it."

Trainor, who touched a bunch of corn and began to roast, turned his head: "Huh? ”

"The little soothsayer who became a woman."

Medici pinched his chin with interest: "He has the sentry of the Pale Legion on him, and this kind of thing can never be given to an ordinary roller." Maybe he's the grandson of this little feathered snake for I don't know how many generations. But it's been so long, and the big feathered serpent hasn't brought back the Pale Legion, is it letting the little soothsayer take it? ”

"It's stupid, a bunch of people who play with the dead and flexible corpses actually feel that they don't have enough manpower - just take the Pale Legion back, how many people have it."

"You're right, it's just a pity that the Pale Legion has nothing to do with you."

Trenor teased casually, and suddenly felt the arm around his neck tighten crookedly, (not good, there have been hunters all around recently, and if you are not careful, your mouth will be faster than your brain!) He immediately cleared his mind, and the two merchants recovered, and said in an empowering voice: "Why do you have to follow the orders of the Church of the Grim Reaper? If you directly cripple other places, the Church of the Reaper will follow even if it runs, and you can also lure the army of the Northern Continent over. ”

The arm loosened a little, and Trainor took the opportunity to turn the roasted corn over:

"It's been too fast in this month, and pushing Rune too hard will make Intis nervous too. Now that Rune's garrison at East Bairan had been forced into the city of Behrens, Rune would not allow them to retreat, so he prepared to hold out with his back to the sea until reinforcements arrived. ”

"Who's coming?"

"Are you interested? I heard that he was a noble person, perhaps a saint of the royal family or a duke's family. ”

Trainor is more pessimistic about Rune's resistance, and the Sequence of War symbols of the Southern Continent camp is holding his neck and staring at his roasted corn, what is the use of sending demigods from the Northern Continent?

Unless angels go to war...... According to his current knowledge of the occult, it can be seen that in the case of a true god, the angels can only reach the highest sequence two, and it is estimated that the killing of Medici will be a plural angel group fight, or the gods will descend.

God descended......

I can't imagine it.

"Maybe he's just a façade, and there will be strong people hiding behind him......" Trenor cooed, forced by Medici's tactical deterrence, he had to break the freshly roasted corn into two knots and give Medici a section. Although he felt that the Northern Continent would definitely not want to detonate the war so quickly, he still chose to remind, "If Augustus had angels, it could only be their founding monarch." I don't think it's possible for such a person to enter the battlefield so quickly, but you have to be careful with the help of the Church, maybe the royal demigods will be followed by an angel of the Church. ”

But in general, angels do not enter the war easily.

The same goes for the "Angels of War", except for the occasional command, Medici has always forced the urge to start a big battle and look down on the battlefield. The battle between the saints was still a petty fight, and there was no real threat to the gods and the anchors of the gods.

Angels, on the other hand, are the same as the pope, noble and mythical figures that have been sung for a hundred years, but they are also very rare.

Once it appears, it means that the battle has risen to the level where the gods look down and watch, and it is no longer a battle of people, but a battle of gods!

God's will will determine the outcome of the war and the winner.

Man cannot compete with God, so in order to gain as much benefit as possible before God's will comes, man will always find a way to pull a little more, delay the time of the angel's coming, or simply let the matter end at the level of the saint.

"The Northern Continent won't, it is estimated that it will be a small fight for a long time in the next - the old snake is waiting for the Northern Continent to send an angel first, and she has two copies of the sequence plus one uniqueness, isn't it also an angel?"

Medici and his subordinates nibbled corn together, chatted about the customs of the Southern Continent, teased each other about who saw a beautiful girl who couldn't walk, who nervously shot a crooked bullet in the raid battle, and from time to time shared the new favorite of the Aurora Society's canteen, "Blessed Beef Mashed Potatoes".

The beef-flavored potatoes, which can be added to themselves with a little water and a little while, are as well as the fish and cakes of the Lord's communion, and all the Rose Bishops' understandings of flesh magic, Mr. Frank, far away at sea, has become the most admired cultivator of the Aurora Society.

Since the Aurora Society received this product, the originally deserted cafeteria has become visibly lively.

Many of the new believers in the Aurora Society are attracted by the "sizzling barbecue and white bread", and the people at the bottom are very simple and simple, and they only want to eat what they believe in the evil gods.

Potatoes have always been a very productive crop, especially after Mr. Frank's improvement, which can grow several times as much grain per acre of land. I didn't get to eat the "sizzling barbecue and white bread" a few times, but I was able to eat honey-flavored dough, beef-flavored mashed potatoes, fried potato cakes, potato pastries, potato flour, potato dumplings, and French fries with a mysterious taste...... It's also perfectly acceptable. Being able to fill your stomach and have the strength to do things is already the first thing that makes people happy and satisfied besides praying.

They are now regular customers of the canteen, which is bustling with activity every day.

As a result, Mr. Frank Lee became the most popular person in the Aurora Society besides the Lord.

Whoever helps people feed is remembered by them.

Mr. Z, who was in charge of liaison with Mr. Frank, borrowed a camera and took pictures of the people in the cafeteria praying with smiles on their faces, and took a few photos of potato products that were selling well, collected people's comments for a week, and finally put them in a large brown paper folder. However, because of the war, the postal service at sea was basically suspended, and it could only be handed over to another oracle at sea.

Mr. Frank Lee is a pirate "Admiral of the Stars", and the "Admiral of the Stars" happens to be familiar with the visiting Ms. D, so he smoothly delivers the package to Mr. Frank.

It is said that Mr. Frank was so excited after reading a few pages of reviews and photographs that he praised his mother more than a dozen times in a row, walked around the boat happily, cried and laughed, and was so excited that he almost took off his shirt and jumped into the sea to fight passionately with the sea fish under the gaze of the guests.

Then he calmed down and solemnly invited Ms. D to visit his laboratory, and enthusiastically introduced some new products under development, such as mushrooms that can grow in a dark and lightless environment, mushrooms that eat the meat of monsters, mushrooms that can precipitate poison on their own, milk mushrooms, and fish mushrooms......

In her report, Ms. D expressed her incomprehension of such a variety of mushrooms, but Mr. Frank's pleasure was genuine.

"This mashed potatoes are delicious, just slightly worse than my mom's."

"I used to have to nibble on unpalatable rye bread, but now I have meat and fish and cakes! Praise the Lord! ”

"Hahaha! Praise the Lord! ”

Trena snorted perfunctorily and praised the Lord as he flipped through the bill and calculated the price of beef and potatoes.

After more than a month of war, Byron's independence was in full swing, and slaves in many places spontaneously rebelled, killed their slave owners, and fled to the West Bairan Plain, where the Byran Empire was located.

As a plantation owner with the same big business in the Southern Continent, Trainor's ten plantations became independent in one go.

However, he was always well informed, and burned all the contracts he had given to slaves and laborers, forgave them from their debts, and declared them all to be free men. Because Lord Vaughn had a good reputation, belonged to a conscientious master, became a freedman, and was willing to continue to work under him, Trainor's plantation was peacefully evolved, and the people were more enthusiastic and efficient in their work.

Paying them a salary was undoubtedly an additional expense, and in addition to the fact that there seemed to be more and more people in the southern continent, the Touring Sect and the refugees were gathering in West Bailang, and the land that had not yet been fully cultivated was no longer enough.

"Gotta go and get some potato seeds with Aurora."

Trainor's finger tipped a few times on the bill and said to himself, "6 pence a pound?" Yes, it's only twice the market price, and it's more than enough to add beef directly to it...... This Mr. Frank is as close to the people as ever. ”

"It would be nice to be able to get in touch with him...... Buy 10,000 pounds and send it to the east to plant it. ”

He thought about Richard's message, thought about the hundreds of thousands of people in the Northern Continent who needed to be transferred, and felt a headache.

552

In the final stages of the flight, Zarathu's last plane was only three moves away from the finish line, and Crane needed a six.

Although the probability of each number is 1 in 6, people will still subconsciously feel that 6 is the most difficult to get.

Zarathu's beard moved slightly, probably laughing, and it seemed that bullying the young man had given him a lot of joy: "Okay, you played this game with me, and I don't have any regrets, and I'll tell you the obsidian, the door opening symbol, and the formula for the 'magician' when it's over." ”

Crane didn't speak, hoping that the next one would make a quick 6 to get him out of town. Although Zarathu didn't say what the punishment would be if she lost to Luciton, Chalatu's image was a revenge for Crane's behavior, and his repeated questions made him a little physically and mentally exhausted, and he always had to immediately deal with questions that might have other meanings, and he couldn't seriously immerse himself in the game.

The dice began to spin again, staying at 2.

Zarathu took two steps forward.

Crane took the dice, rolled them, and after a spin he stopped at 4.

"Well, you've been playing with me for so long, and I don't have any regrets."

Seeing that the last few rounds would be over, Zarathu suddenly put the dice away, saying that the time is not early, you kid will stay for a long time, in case I accidentally die here, my ashes will not be able to get out again, and then prepare to pack up the chessboard. It's been so long, and the red moon has alternated at least four times, and how many rounds are missing? Crane looked at the hidden being with a suspicious look, thinking that the other party might have a premonition that he was about to lose.

But if he wants to think about it, he won't really stop the other party. Crane couldn't tell the time accurately, but at least a few hours should have passed from the outside world. In case the day is already dawn, there is a good chance that Arodus, who needs to interact with the butler and servants, will be exposed, and he must hurry back as soon as possible.

Zarathu stretched out his withered palm and grabbed it forward, grabbing a yellow-brown parchment, an ink-stained quill, and a bottle of ink.

Although it was the second time he had seen this high-ranking soothsayer do it, Crane couldn't help but move his eyebrows.

Zarathu took a quill, wrote the words and symbols on the parchment, rolled it up, and handed it to him:

"That 'open the door' symbol, and the 'Sorcererer' potion recipe you wanted."

"They only last three quarters of an hour, and they can't get to the outside world."

In front of Zarathu, Crane generously unfolded the parchment, revealing both the potion recipe and the 'Open the Door' symbol.

Suddenly, his gaze shrank and froze.

The "Open the Door" symbol is roughly the same as the intricate symbol provided by the Antigonus family notes with the help of the "Doom Puppet", and is a vertical eye composed of many mysterious patterns and hidden symbols!

However, there is a slight difference in the details, with a meniscus pattern and a folded line logo swapping places!

At this moment, the first thought that came to Crane's mind was:

Zarathu really has a conspiracy!

Immediately afterwards, he was very glad that he had received the correct "open door" symbol from the Antigonus family notes in advance, and he was confident that he would not panic.

Zarathu brought the quill and inkwell in his hand back into history, raised his head, glanced at "Gelman Sparrow", sighed and said:

"All the conditions are in place, you can go and open the 'escape door'."

Speaking of this, his gaze was fixed on the face of "Gelman Sparrow", and he smiled:

"Don't forget to take my urn."

As soon as he finished speaking, his entire body suddenly cracked into countless tiny points of light, spreading out to all sides and blending into the void, as if it had long since decayed and turned into ashes.

And where he sits, he left a tin-white jar with a simple pattern on the surface, nothing special.

Crane took two steps forward, bent down and picked up the tin, only to feel heavy, not like a fake.

He opened the lid of the jar with his parchment hand and saw that it was full of gray-white dust and particles, without any flickering light.

Are they really just ordinary ashes? So who did the cremation for Charatu? Cremate yourself yourself? Crane couldn't see anything to be known for, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, and took out the (and certainly wouldn't use) Soul Annihilation Bullet that the Dark Sage had given him, and threw it into Zarathu's urn.

Crane then picked up the obsidian slate that appeared next to the table, walked over to the notched wall, and loaded it on.

The wall quickly glowed, gradually becoming transparent, and it was faintly visible to the unfamiliar scenery and sky outside.

In the process, Crane was hesitant to draw the symbol of Zarathu, or the Antigonus family.

Although the first reaction was that there was something wrong with the diagram given by Zarathu, if the other party wanted to harm himself, it was enough not to tell him that the church was dangerous when the red moon appeared. And the other party also needs to bring the urn to the outside world by herself, and it is not good for Crane to die in front of the door.

On the other hand, the sign obtained from the house of Antigonus is not necessarily correct. Judging from the fact that Zarathu has gone mad in the outside world, the treasure of the Antigonus family may be a trap entirely.

Crane took out the gold coin, hesitated for a moment, and released Seigno, who had been completely mutated.

The eyes of the "Blood Admiral" turned dark blue, as if they were turning from side to side, making Crane suspect that the newborn "demon" had developed a new personality, but could not break free from his control for the time being.

Just right.

He steered Señor as he walked to the wall, and he took a few steps back, allowing him to draw the picture given by Zarathu.

The secret puppet did so. Soon, the intricate vertical eye was drawn.

Streams of pure light then covered it, wandering along the lines, and finally converged.

The scene behind it is becoming clearer and clearer, and the door is about to open without any abnormality.

Seigno's dark blue eyes really rolled, and it stepped forward without Crane's control, as if trying to get through the door first.

But the next moment, its movements froze, and it let out an instinctive howl as if it had seen something extremely terrifying, and the howl seemed to be mixed with the screams of "resentful spirits" and the filthy words of "demons", and all the secret puppets on the roof suddenly turned their heads to look at it!

Then, under the gaze of the swaying puppets, Señor seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand by his neck, rose into the air, and hung to the same height as the puppets, his eyes rolling a little and shaking slightly.

Zarathu really has a conspiracy?!

Crane immediately manipulated his "spirit thread" to keep it from drifting to the top of the church, and immediately turned to look at Zarathu's tin-white urn.

Opening the lid and taking a closer look, Crane's eyes shrank and instantly froze.

The ashes in the tin-white jar are all gone!

It turns out that as long as you open the door, you have an interaction with the outside world, and it doesn't matter if you want to take it out alone or not......

In the sight of "Gelman Sparrow", which has not yet completely disappeared, the image behind the light gate zooms in, and an empty hall appears.

No, it wasn't empty at all, there were more corpses hanging in the air, "they" were old and young, men and women, dressed in exquisite clothes, ornate, ancient, or casual.

These corpses, together with the hangers inside the church, floated up at the same time, and "they" were densely packed, coming and going, as if they were staging a grand opera, an opera that accurately reflected all the ecology and details of a small town!

Crane saw that behind these hangers, there was a transparent and slippery tentacle, with complex patterns on it, hidden inside, which seemed to make people crazy.

The countless tentacles all extended deep into the hall, where there was a huge ancient stone chair inlaid with a dark stream of gold and precious stones.

This...... Crane's spirit tightened, and without hesitation, he closed his eyes and cut off the connection with the secret couple!

In his mind, the picture he saw before the divination came:

Countless transparent maggots huddled together and sat on the huge seat, slowly wriggling, growing wantonly, spreading out almost invisible tentacles.

And in the final scene of the secret puppet visual freeze, at the bottom of the ancient seat, there is a tarot card lying quietly.

It is also Rossell, the emperor wearing an ornate headdress, colorful clothes, and carrying a cane with luggage, as if he was about to travel far away.

His expression was full of longing, followed by a puppy, and in the top corner there was a bright starlight outlining the text:

"Sequence 0: The Fool!"

……

The newspaper in Edward's hand flickered slightly, and in less than a second, she suddenly felt something related to herself suddenly appear, and then suddenly completely disconnected.

"My sequence one?"

The feeling of the lake just now seems to be in the far north.

"No, if the Night Church had to be detected every time they carried a Level 0 seal, they would have been discovered a long time ago."

"What is it? Why is it so far away? ”

She stared at the north for a moment, and a hole suddenly opened on the tip of her index finger, and a drop of blood pulled into a long line of blood, outlining the appearance of a mountain peak that molded a lake.

Demons are anti-divination, with the exception of their own divination.

"I've bled ...... When did I shed blood in the mountains......"

The demon suddenly realized something, and turned his head to look at the wall calendar on the wall.

In the early hours of June 7, 1369.

Very ordinary day, without any occult sense of the special.

"Someone touched the bloody ...... I left in the hidden town"

"The door of the hidden town is open again......"

"What day is it? Could it be the 'time' that Zarathu was waiting for? Zarathu wouldn't be stupid enough to leave the church to touch my blood, and neither would she. And then - if it has nothing to do with time, it has to do with the people who left the town this time? ”

tbc

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In some hidden corner that could not be divined or found, a slowly wriggling humanoid monster slowly retracted, like a huddle of countless insects, and stretched out one hand, two hands, at the edge......

One of the hands pulled a rusty, blackened bullet from the lump of flesh, as if it had come from dozens or even centuries ago. The other hand groped for the ground and found a model of something called a "projector", a projector with no power or film load suddenly lit up on its own, projecting rolling films on the stone wall.

It was the picture of Zarathu's flying chess loss to Crane, and Crane turned into a secret puppet after opening the door!

But when the door opens, the picture suddenly becomes ambiguous, and Crane's figure is blurred, and finally the slide actually begins to regress, regressing to the moment when Seigor becomes a secret puppet, the world changes, and Crane does not die, but walks out.

Syllable!

The fifth hand turned off the projector, and the five hands intertwined together to become Zaratul's old arms.

A lake-like chuckle came from the mass of flesh formed by the insects:

"The afterlife is terrifying......"