The female investigator took Li Nuo, the metal box and the cloth bag.

There was silence in an unnoticed corner.

About half an hour later, Murfia appeared panting breathlessly.

"The guys from MI2 actually came to me for real. Is it necessary to send out more than a dozen elite combatants to track me down!? ”

Murfia complained in her heart.

She looked into the corner where the poisonous mist was billowing, and whispered:

"Jarvis, how's the wand doing?"

"Jarvis?"

"Jarvis?"

shouted several times and walked around the corner a few times, but Murfia never saw Li Nuo.

She hurriedly took out a brass whistle and put it to her mouth and blew it.

After a while, Sergeant Mars came running.

"Report to you, sir." Mars raised his hand in salute with a clear eye.

"Mars, have you seen Jarvis?"

Murfia forced her composure, but the slightly trembling tail still revealed the anxiety in her heart.

Mars looked left and right, "No, sir. Isn't Jarvis with you? ”

Murphy Arton didn't feel good.

"Did he slip away with something? No, no, it can't be. I deliberately added a counterweight to the metal box. He couldn't have lifted it alone. Was it taken away by MI2? ”

Murfia's gaze wandered, searching the nearby ground.

Her vision in the poisonous fog is much better than that of ordinary people.

Upon a closer look, she found a bullet casing trapped in a crack in the stone.

In order to prevent firearms and ammunition from falling into the hands of illegal forces, MI2 investigators are equipped with specially made guns and ammunition that are clearly marked.

As soon as Murphy saw the two black lines on the shells, she realized the seriousness of the problem – the black lines that were MI2's mark.

"Oops. Jarvis was taken away by MI2 guys. It must have been Kaisha's doing! No wonder I didn't see her on the ground! ”

Murfia clenched the bullet casing, clenched her silver teeth, turned her head, and asked Mars, who looked confused:

"Mars, how many magic ores have you collected? How long will it take to get the Demon Ore back to the fortress? ”

Mars silently estimated and said:

"Report, sir. Six necromantic ships with a combined deadweight of 2,400 tons. We collected about half of the Death Rough. The rest of the ore sank to the bottom and could not be collected. The 1,200 tons of magic ore will take about 8 hours to transport from here to the Legion Fortress. Just transporting them to the ground took up at least 5 hours. If the undead fight back, this time will be extended a bit. ”

"Eight hours, eight hours. No, there may not be enough time." Murphy said while thinking:

"MI2 will definitely hide that wand. It takes me a lot of time just to find my wand. Someone had to find someone to get Jarvis out of prison and Mars to listen to orders. ”

"Yes, sir." Mars straightened up.

"I order you to delay as much time as possible, and don't let this batch of death stones enter the fortress so quickly."

Marston was confused, his face full of doubts:

"Sir, did I hear me right? Are you asking me to procrastinate? But these Death Primordials are too important to the Legion. The longer it drags on, the more likely it is that we will encounter a backlash from the undead."

Murfia raised her palm and stopped the other party's words:

"No, Mars, you don't know."

Murfia took a breath and calmed down:

"I shouldn't have told you about these things, because it involves necromancy runes, which are considered sinful within the Empire. But you're the only one I can trust right now. Anyway, in order for you to complete my mission, I feel compelled to tell you about my findings. ”

Mars nodded, listening.

Murfia took a notepad from the pocket of her underwear, flipped through one of the pages, and showed it to Mars.

March 6.

I was ambushed by the Death Society Assassins in Crypt 669.

I was dragged into the Necrogenic Cavern and went through a desperate ordeal.

Before the Emperor's guards rescued me, I observed the general process of the Necromantic Sect's large number of summoning undead creatures.

Overall, there are three things that the Necronomicon needs to accomplish.

First:

Necromancy needs to prepare a large number of remains, the more the better, but the remains do not need to be intact.

Second:

The Necronomicon needs to prepare enough Death Stones.

I've seen with my own eyes that tons of Death Rough Stone have been drained of energy by the Ritual Circle.

Third:

The Necromantic Sect needs to draw ritual circles with magical logic inside.

Ritual circles, which are often misunderstood as large, bloated, and ostentatious discs and lines.

People thought it was at least the size of a bedroom.

But in fact, it can be compressed to the size of half a table, carved onto a dinner plate, or even become an inconspicuous pattern on the handle of a spoon.

For example, in the summoning rituals I witnessed, the ritual circle used by the necromancer was carved into a rib.

The size of the ritual circle depends on the carving skills of the engraver.

This is very similar to the alchemy array of the Golden Federation.

Of course, I'm not suspecting that the Golden Federation is orchestrating a necromantic catastrophe. Their own troubles are not small, and they don't have the strength to disturb our kingdom.

In a word:

After satisfying the three conditions of casting materials, ritual circles, and energy sources, the Necronomicon Sect can summon the undead in large numbers.

As long as we concentrate and erase one of these conditions, the Necronomicon Sect will not be able to deal with us with a sea of undead.

Martha Murphy

Written at the junction of dreary suffering

That's it for the notepad.

Mars didn't know about death magic, but that didn't mean he didn't have a bright head.

He looked back at the riverbank, and then at the place where the metal box had been placed, and opened his mouth slightly, with a stunned expression:

"Sir, do you mean that wand has a ritual summoning circle on it?"

Murfia nodded slowly:

"Yes. I was reminded to study the wand's secrets. There were not only ritual circles on the wand, but I didn't know enough about death magic to discern the meaning of those lines. ”

Mars shook his head and sighed:

"MI2 brought the wand into the fortress, and we transported the Death Stone over, which is equivalent to helping the Necronomicon Sect meet the two conditions for the summoning ceremony. So how is the third condition met? There shouldn't be so many remains in the Legion fortress."

Murphy's eyes were confused, stunned for a moment, and then said with a silent sigh:

"Yes, Mars. That's what puzzled me. In the military fortresses of the imperial army, it was not allowed to store the remains for a long time. Even the night watchmen in the morgue have changed from ordinary people to imperial sergeants. With the remains of the morgue alone, the Necronomicon should not be able to make waves in the Legion fortress. It was precisely because the conditions for casting the spell were not valid that I did not take my research records and alert the Legion Commander, but only tried not to let the wand enter the fortress. ”

Murfia looked at the underground river, her eyes a little confused:

"Maybe I'm wrong, Mars. The appearance of the Death Stone and the wand in the Legion Fortress at the same time was a coincidence, not a product of careful planning. Now that I think about it, I was stimulated by Kaisha's taking away Jarvis, so I ordered you to delay the transportation of the demon mine in a hurry. ”

Murphy faced the underground river, as if trying to see something in the foul water.

She thought for nearly half a minute, shook her hand and said:

"Forget it, Mars. I took back the order I had just given because I was so excited. Eh, I'm still too impulsive to lead troops into battle. ”

When Mars saw that Murfia withdrew his instructions, he stopped talking about the topic he had just asked, and asked instead:

"Sir, what about Jarvis? No one can survive MI2's interrogation. ”

The thought of MI2 bypassing him and forcibly taking Jarvis away instantly caused a frost to rise on Murphy's face.

"I'll have Lieutenant Glitter intercept Kaisha. On the grounds that Jarvis was in possession of secrets, he was sent to a regular prison instead of an MI2 interrogation room. ”

Murfia let out a long sigh, as if she was a little powerless:

"That's all I can do. If things don't turn around, he'll probably be in prison for a long, long time As for my promise to him... I can only do my best. ”

With that, Murfia turned and stepped into the poisonous mist, leaving the place with a swirling mist.

Mars was silent for a few seconds, then turned away and walked towards the riverbank:

"Poor Jarvis, you're almost on the verge of a medal and a new life."

Mars sighed sullenly again:

"I'm going to be miserable too... Those lieutenants will definitely ask me to change the necromantic runes..."

…

Korabo Legion Fortress.

The MI2 convoy drove through the doorways of the city walls and into the crowded streets.

In the carriage with the doors and windows closed, Li Nuo frowned and pondered.

The shackles that bound the hands and feet were cold and hard, and the rough edges rubbed blood on the skin.

Li Nuo didn't care about any of this.

He has always believed that as long as you keep thinking, the pain will recede.

Find the truth in thinking, find a turning point in the truth, and resolve problems in a turning point, so that the pain will naturally disappear without a trace.

Focusing too much on temporary suffering, gains and losses will only interfere with thinking, interrupt thinking, and make oneself confused and stuck.

When people are confused, they will lose their direction, take a long detour, or even go back.

Li Nuo knows this very well, so he is obsessed with the feeling of sobriety and is unwilling to sink into the ocean of desire.

"Ahh

The steam locomotive braked sharply.

Li Nuo's body flickered, and he broke away from his thoughts.

Loud quarrels came from the front of the convoy.

Leno could vaguely distinguish the voices of Kai'Sa and Lieutenant Gretel, but couldn't hear the exact content of the argument.

After about two minutes, the argument came to an abrupt end.

Kai'Sa stepped on the stone bricks to the car, rudely pulled the car door, and dragged Li Nuo out:

"Sinner No. 888, count yourself lucky! You give me a memory, and I'll keep an eye on you. I remember all the things you said to me underground, and they will be powerful evidence of your violent resistance to the arrests. ”

Li Nuo completely ignored the noisy noise, didn't even look at Kaisha, and completely regarded the other party as air.

Lieutenant Gretel walked towards Leno and didn't get his eyes right.

Li Nuo's mind was not on these people.

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the MI2 investigators and Imperial soldiers who surrounded him.

He looked again at the sewer pipes and manhole covers on both sides of the street, and along the narrow road to the trains and railroad tracks not far away, and finally his gaze went straight up and inserted the clouds.

Li Nuo looked up at the sky, chuckled, and his brows stretched:

"Oh, I see. I thought that the Legion fortress was impregnable, easy to defend and difficult to defend. Now, it seems, that's just the case. ”

"Jarvis, what are you talking about?" Lieutenant Gretel had just been promoted, and his uniform was still brand new.

He had heard about Leno from Murfija, and knew what mission the young man in front of him had.

He was more or less concerned about Li Nuo's mental state.

But not with good intentions, but with caution.

He was worried that Li Nuo would be distorted and his spirit would be tainted because he had been exposed to too many necromantic runes.

Li Nuo restrained his smile and looked at Gretel with a flat expression:

"Lead the way, sir. Is it to go to the prison cell on the third basement floor? Your eyebrows move a little, and it looks like I guessed right. It's boring. It's so easy."

Li Nuo laughed, attracting his own attention.

His crazy speech and inexplicable laughter are easily reminiscent of a mental disorder.

Li Nuo coughed lightly, restrained his smile, and returned to a cold expression:

"Ahem, sorry. I've been in this place where birds don't poop for a long time, and I'm a little nostalgic for my hometown. I don't usually talk like that, but I've been holding it for a long time, and I'm stimulated, so I'm a little out of shape. Usually, I am still very polite and sensible. ”

Lieutenant Gretel's brow furrowed, as if he hadn't been able to keep up with Lino's brain circuits.

He was stunned for half a second, and then realized that he still had something to do.

"Stop talking nonsense, come with me."

Lieutenant Gretel grabbed Leno by the shoulders and escorted him to the castle at the end of the street:

"Watch your words, Jarvis. You are still a criminal soldier and must be disciplined. ”

Soldiers on the street cast their eyes on the group.

Li Nuo, as the person concerned, repaid them with his eyes like a nobody, without his heart beating faster, nor blushing and ashamed, as relaxed as taking a walk after a meal.

Don't pay attention to the eyes of others, especially those who have no stake.

Li Nuo understood this truth at the age of 8.

Whether it was a soldier or a sergeant, they were all passers-by in his eyes. There are only a few people who deserve his attention.

"Gretel, bring me dinner, it's a little more hearty."

"Again, Sin Soldier No. 888. Your status is a criminal soldier, and you are not qualified to command me. ”

"Oh." Li Nuo turned his head and shouted towards the MI2 convoy behind him:

"Kaisha, I have something to tell you, it's about Mo."

"Enough!" Lieutenant Gretel let out a low roar and glared at Lenovo:

"Come with me. As for dinner, I'll do it. ”

If I said this earlier, there would have been nothing left, and I had to use means.

Do you think the palace fighting dramas and imperial dramas I watched before crossing over were for nothing? It's just too lazy to use it for you.

Li Nuo smiled and said:

"Remember, Gretel, times have changed, just tonight."

War is never flat, it is three-dimensional like a plump dancing girl.

It was normal for Imperial sergeants and soldiers to fail to recognize this.

This is the limitation of the times.

But not his Li Nuo's limitations.

Li Nuo smiled from the bottom of his heart.

It turns out that the reason why I am not doing well is here.

He has been trying to fit in with the times and be a part of this new world.

But in fact, he doesn't have to be so wronged by himself.

Why not let the world adapt to him.

If he has not mastered the power of the system, then when he encounters a setback, he will definitely review the reasons from himself first, which is what he has always done.

But he now has a system.

If there is a setback, it must be something wrong with external factors, not his own fault.

In that case, let's use the system to correct other people's mistakes.

Well... No.

It is to draw benefits and nutrients from the mistakes of others.

Tatis is a place that is not worth saving.

I should be like a vulture, standing by its side and drawing everything I need from its death.

Let's start tonight.

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