Klein waved his hand, cutting off contact with everyone, and Ademisor quietly watched as the vague figures of Miss "Justice" and Mr. "The Hanged Man" beside him dissipated.

Consciousness quickly fell, and he returned to his room.

Ademisor slowly walked over to his desk and sat down, spreading out the letter and picking up his quill, pondering how to phrase his request to be promoted to demigod to Mr. Councillor.

He brushed and wrote two sentences, and when he was not satisfied, he crumpled the paper and threw it at his feet, writing several pieces of paper in a row, and Ademisol was not satisfied.

After a few minutes, he stopped writing and decided to write after he had a clear idea in his head.

It was at this time that Ademisor's spiritual intuition was touched.

He stood up, reached out and took the "fang" leaning against the edge of the table in his hand, and looked around vigilantly.

After a few seconds, nothing changed in the room.

Ademisor's face was serious, a deep light flashed in his eyes, and without warning, he pulled out his "fangs" with his backhand and stabbed forward.

A feeling of stagnation came clearly from the tip of the sword, and he couldn't help but increase his strength.

After a few seconds of stalemate, there was a bang, and the "fangs" seemed to puncture some illusory bubble, and everything around them quickly became illusory and blurred.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The loud and mournful cry of a baby suddenly echoed through the room, and the surrounding scene became clear again after getting rid of the unreal, while the mournful cry became illusory, overlapping as if from a distant void.

The harsh sound in his ears made Ademisor's body suddenly stiffen greatly, and there was a noticeable feeling of freezing.

Immediately, he smelled a faint fragrance, and the alarm bell sounded in his mind, wondering which "witch" came to get me?

Tracy?

Suddenly, a dazzling aura with a warm aura suddenly appeared from the windowsill of the room, quickly sheathing towards Ademisor, directly dispelling the chill in his body.

The little serpent, Uajit, with his head held high by the windowsill, crawled from Baudouin's room, and happened to see this.

It scanned the wide room with burning eyes, and the hyacinth swallowed at an extremely fast rate, emitting a pale golden glow.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

As the serpent released its aura, the baby's cry became audible again, and with it came thin black slits that surrounded Ademisor like an irregular iron fence that imprisoned him as a prisoner.

In an instant, one of the black slits cracked, and inside was a bloodshot eyeball, and in the center of the eyeball was a deep pupil, where small white worms like hairs were constantly wriggling and crawling.

One, two, three...... The black slits opened one after another, and one after another strange eyeballs stood out in the air, and they were densely packed, staring at Ademisore indifferently and mercilessly.

As they appeared, everything around them seemed to freeze, and Ademisol gave a clear feedback that in this enclosed space demarcated by the eyeballs, there was no escape, not even the illusory spirits could penetrate.

He even felt that his connection to the spirit world had become non-existent, which meant that he could not use the "roaming pocket watch" to escape, nor could he actively summon Frafi to come.

Seemingly in a desperate situation, Ademisol was extremely nervous in his heart, and overturned his previous judgment in his heart, this can't be Tracy, the person who came was definitely a high-sequence powerhouse,

In the next second, a clear picture appeared in Ademisor's mind, outlining the figure of the person.

A very beautiful woman, with long chestnut hair tied into a half-ball, just draped over a vest, with very good proportions, neither fat nor thin. The straight eyebrows extend just right, and the eyes are blue and deep, as if condensed into an ocean, full of the charm left by the precipitation of time, not kitsch, but real beauty.

Women wore an Indisian blouse with large lace flowers at the neckline, an indigo patterned captain's gown, off-white trousers, knee-high boots, and a tricorne hat with feathers, dressed like the leader of a pirate ship.

Needless to say, the identity of the comer is revealed, Ms. Huang Beibei...

Ademisol exhaled softly.

"You know that kind of writing, the line you left at the bottom of the letter?" A soft, but emotionless, female voice reached Ademisor's ears from mid-air.

With a slight smile, he looked up, and at some point he saw a tall bookshelf in two floors, almost reaching the ceiling, with stairs and passageways surrounding the books.

Among them, on the top staircase sat a figure hidden by darkness.

The figure's feet in black leather boots hung down, leaning against the wooden staircase, suspended in mid-air.

But what's even more worrying is that there is a limp snake next to that figure...

Ademisor turned his head and saw that the figure of the little snake on the windowsill was gone.

When... His heart sank, his face turned cold, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he did not answer the lady's question.

"Why did you write such a letter to me, do you know who I am? Who told you that! ”

Huang Beibei, who was sitting on the top staircase, asked again, a little more stern in the softness, and the bloodshot eyeballs around him quickly expanded, as if they were about to occupy the entire space.

Careless...

To say that Ademisor doesn't regret it in his heart now is fake, he was in a hurry to get the formula of the "Doom Mage", and he blindly provoked Huang Beibei without thinking too much, and now how to explain all this to her has become a problem.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and he said in a low voice, "I do know that kind of writing. ”

In any case, first admit that he can indeed interpret the emperor's diary, so that at least Huang Beibei will not kill himself.

Huang Beibei didn't say a word, and the dark shadows around her became even deeper, almost completely obscuring her figure, but Ademisore could clearly feel the scrutinizing gaze shooting from there.

"Can you release my companion first?" Ademisol suggested quietly.

Hearing this, Bernadette subconsciously grabbed Uajit, who was beside her and did not dare to move, and gently stroked the protruding crown scales on the top of its head.

Her tone softened slightly, "You fed it the potion?" ”

"Very good idea."

Ademisor was silent and did not answer.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt it." Huang Beibei slowly stood up from the top stairs, "As long as you can cooperate in answering my questions." ”

Step by step, she descended the stairs, exposing herself to Ademisor's gaze.

"Tell me, how did you know my identity?"