"Bansey? Bansey! ”

Hallie was startled for a moment and subconsciously took a step back.

The dagger on her left hand was instantly covered with black flames, and the smoke charm in her right wand was ready to be fired.

Harley is no stranger to the name Bansey.

After all, when I was wandering in the five seas, I once heard a pirate captain of the Wind Dependents who passed through the sixth sequence of the storm say that there was a port called Bansey that was inexplicably destroyed.

The pirate general also mentioned that the Church of Storms was the one who destroyed the harbor because the inhabitants of Bansi sacrificed to an unknown evil god, the "God of Weather".

A port that could be destroyed by the Church of the Storm himself, regardless of the reason for destroying it, would certainly be extraordinary.

If there were no cultists there, the harbor must be hiding extraordinary secrets;

Even if it was really destroyed because of the evil god, it meant that this port was not ordinary, otherwise how could it be worth the group of irascible old buddies of the Storm Church to destroy it completely?

And in this mysterious dream, a tavern with the same name as Bansey appeared, which was unusual to think about.

However, Harley vaguely remembered that she had read the myths of various countries in order to understand whether there were true gods in this world, and the myths of wizards and Muggles were all within Hallie's reading range, including Celtic mythology in England.

In Celtic mythology, it seems that there is a banshee who symbolizes disaster and calamity, and heralds the coming of war and death.

And the name of this banshee is also called Bansey.

Thinking of this, Hallie's expression calmed down a little, and she suspected that this was a pure coincidence.

Of course, there will be no shortage of necessary vigilance.

A wand slipped from where Hallie's T-shirt was clinging to her lower abdomen and fell to the ground.

The wand rolls around a few times before turning into another "Harley" out of thin air.

Harley's pupils shrank, and she subconsciously turned around directly, and her wand and dagger pointed at the freshly baked clone.

She really wanted to create a temporary doppelganger and let the doppelganger explore the way.

In order not to feel distressed by the destruction of the clone, Harley also deliberately chose a wand that had just been made and was of average quality.

But here's the problem, after all, the formation of this doppelganger is too smooth.

According to Hallie's prediction, this wand can condense the power contained in it into a human form in three minutes, which is already considered to be a strong control ability.

But now, the wand had turned into her own doppelganger almost instantly, which made Harley feel very wrong.

Hallie tried to give the order to the wand clone, but "Harley" in front of her did not move.

At the same time, "she" seemed to feel something, and began to twist her head mechanically.

The turquoise but lifeless eyes turned in Harry's direction, staring deadly ahead.

This strange behavior and loss of control of the doppelganger made Harry's sense of foreboding even stronger.

She didn't have time to think about it, and she didn't dare to show mercy to her subordinates.

Black flames erupted from Harry's back and wand, turning into chains of black flames that instantly enveloped the uncontrolled clone.

"Harley" in the flames was motionless, her expression was blank, and she couldn't even mobilize her magic to protect herself.

"She" didn't resist at all, and was reduced to ashes in an instant.

"Whew!" Harley let out a sigh of relief, but didn't dare to come closer.

The black flames instantly coalesced into a ball and were compressed to the limit, merging into a small box that Harley had prepared in advance.

After all, she didn't dare to easily withdraw these black flames that had burned strange clones back into her body, but she didn't dare to let her extraordinary abilities turn into magic power and dissipate at will here.

After disposing of the black flames, Harley carefully released several spider silks, wrapping them in ashes.

Harley didn't dare to put the ashes in her pocket, for fear of any more changes.

So she simply let the spider silk form a fishing rod, and the ashes hung on the rod as if they were fresh catches.

At this time, Harley's spirit did not call the police, but there was a voice in her heart that was reminding her and preventing her from going on.

She wanted to take the initiative to get out of the dream, or wait here until the dream ended.

But Harley regrets discovering that she can't seem to leave the dream for now.

There was no fear on her face, just a hint of distress.

After hesitating for a moment, Harley seemed to have made up her mind, chose to take the initiative to break the game, and walked towards the tavern.

At the same time, Hallie's body bloomed brightly, and the seven-minute length sweatpants and short-sleeved T-shirt seemed to melt away, forming a new fuchsia gorgeous robe.

After completing the disguise, Harley stood in front of the tavern door, knocked softly, and asked politely:

"Is the tavern still open?"

"Yes, please come in." A magnetic voice rang out.

The sound was normal, repeating the Muggle taverns that could be seen everywhere on the street.

But in this weird place, normality is the biggest abnormality.

With a sound, the door creaked and opened inward.

Harley didn't hesitate, the wand and dagger slipped silently into her sleeve, and the spider silk pulled the wrapped ashes back under her skirt.

After finishing her preparations, Harley tidied up the wrinkles of her clothes a little, covered up the murder weapon under her long skirt, and then walked gracefully into the tavern.

She deliberately narrowed the distance between each step, in case she had no space or time to react when there was an unknown danger in the tavern.

The tavern called Bansey was small and had about seven or eight round tables in it.

At this time, the tavern was almost full, but most of the customers were not quite right.

To Hallie's left, there was a man whose whole body was swollen to the point of shiny, and his fingers were three times the thickness of Hallie.

There were a few wounds on his body, all of which had begun to leak yellow pus.

However, the man didn't care, and at this time he was picking up a glass of an unknown liquid that appeared to be butterbeer;

On the round table to Harley's right, a woman wears a robe embroidered with flowers and birds.

But the flowers on the motif are wrapped in flames, and the birds are pierced by swords.

And her exposed skin was also a little purple, as if she had been poisoned by something.

At the same time, the woman's left hand was pierced by a knife, but the woman didn't care, and still picked up a piece of black "bread" with her injured hand;

Not far away, an old man was reaching out and pinching the peanuts on the table and stuffing them into his mouth.

But all that remained of his fingers was a mixture of black and white bones, and under the shriveled skull, there was not a neck, but a solitary skeleton......

The whole tavern was full of demons and ghosts, and there was no normal person.

Any ordinary Muggle or wizard would stray into the desert and flee in fear.

But Harley didn't even furrow her eyebrows, as if she was used to it.

She made her way through the crowd and sat down at the table closest to the bar.

There was only one person sitting at the table, and he was the only one of the two people in the tavern who could be called normal.

He was dressed in a simple and elegant black robe, and he looked handsome, but his expression was extremely cold.

On the table was a black hat and a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a scepter leaned against the table.

The other normal person in the tavern is the owner of the tavern who responded to Harley earlier.

But Harley really felt that he was a bit condescending to be a tavern owner.

The boss wore a white tuxedo and was very neat and tidy.

Although he looks ordinary, his whole person exudes a different kind of charm, which makes people can't help but feel good about him.

On the left hand side of the boss was a thick book full of dense small characters, with a pure white quill in the middle, and a pitch-black cross hanging around his neck.

On the right hand side of the boss is a goblet with a cocktail stick.

But upon closer inspection, what looked like a bartender was actually a shrunken sky-blue trident.

At the same time, the cabinet behind the boss was densely packed with wine, and at the top was a golden crown diagonally.

"Good evening, sir." Harley bowed slightly and greeted the black-robed man at the table,

"May I sit here?"

"Yes." The man glanced at Harry, his eyes clear, and replied in an extremely cold, indifferent voice.

Harley didn't care, and she didn't know when an extra spider silk handkerchief appeared in her hand.

She wiped the chair slightly, then lifted her skirt slightly, and sat down firmly on the chair made of unknown materials.

The chair creaked, as if it hadn't been maintained for a long time.

"Dear Miss Harry Potter, do you need a drink?"

The tavernkeeper's magnetic voice rang out, and Harley almost subconsciously wanted to nod her head in agreement.

But a hint exploded in her mind, and Harry's expression remained unchanged, but a cold sweat broke out on her back.

Not only does the unknown bar owner know his name, but just a word affects him silently!

"I'm sorry, just bring me a glass of water." Despite realizing that something was wrong, Harley chose to respond.

The tavern owner took a normal glass from his back, wiped it gently, and poured a glass of water from the kettle next to him.

His hand lifted slightly, and the breeze rolled up the glass and landed smoothly in front of Harry.

Harley stretched out her right hand, and the underside of the white silk glove was covered with a layer of spider silk for some reason.

She picked up the cup and took a careful sip, trying not to open her mouth too much.

As far as the eye could see, Hallie's mouth and airways were already covered with fine spider silk.

The silk stretches all the way to Hallie's stomach, forming a small silk hydration bag.

The water from the cup ran down Harry's throat and landed in the silk wrap.

A small mirror emerged from the flesh of the stomach, and a small and delicate hand stretched out from it, directly pulling the spider silk wrap into the world of the mirror.

"Actually, you don't have to be so careful." When Harley put down her glass, the tavernkeeper smiled and nodded at Harley.

"You're joking." Harley maintained a polite smile on her face,

"You seem to know my name, sir. So may I ask for your name? ”

"Absolutely." The boss walked out from behind the bar and sat down next to the black-robed man.

"Introduce yourself, you can call me God, Creator, Creator, All-Knowing Almighty, Lord of the Astral Plane;"

"As for His words......" The boss looked at the black-robed man, his smile still so bright,

"You can call him the Lord of Mysteries, the Lord of Time and Space, the Path of Destiny, the Incarnation of the Source Castle, and the Ruler of the Spirit Realm."

"Of course, we can save some trouble. For example, you can call Him mysterious, call me God. ”

At this moment, the black flames that had been prepared in Harry's body almost exploded, and she was ready to rush to the door of the tavern with all her might.

She had already expected that the two men in front of her were not ordinary, and they might not be people.

But Harley really didn't think that this was not human, was it?

There are two living old days sitting in front of them, no, to be precise, pillars!

However, Harley quickly calmed down and began to suspect the identities of the two unidentified creatures in front of her.

After all, according to the Seven Lights, both God and the Lord of Mystery have fallen and were killed in the first place.

If Qiguang hadn't lied to himself, then the two in front of him would definitely be impostors.

They just want to rely on God and the Lord of Mystery to not be able to crawl out of the grave to prove their innocence, so they go around swaggering.

"I know you should be a little skeptical, after all, the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm have already said that we are dead."

God seemed to see the doubts in Harry's heart, so he smiled and nodded at her,

"Of course, it's true that we're dead, but it's also safe to say we're not dead."

Facing Harry's skeptical gaze, God calmly explained,

"You know, Mystery is good at finding loopholes in the rules, swindling rules, tampering with history, and forcibly making people stupid......"

Before God's words could be finished, Mystery raised his head and glared at God fiercely with a god-killing gaze.

But God didn't pay any attention to this indifferent master of mystery, and continued to talk to Harry.

“…… And I have the help of the audience channel, so I can divide out some thoughts and leave a way back for myself. ”

"So the two of us joined forces a little, after all, it was only forcibly resuscitated in our body at first, occupying our power and personality, but it didn't prevent us from arranging some backhands before the fall."

"I'm responsible for dividing the two mechanical minds, and the mystery is to cheat the rules, distorting the concept of the two of us dying and leaving the mechanical minds behind."

"That's how we exist right now. Amazing, isn't it? ”

"It's amazing." Hallie covered her mouth and let out a tone of extreme surprise and interest,

"So is there anything about the two great old days that needs help from me, a little, weak, unrecovered witch of despair?"

"I'll say okay first, if you want me to help resurrect you, I suggest you don't mention it."

As she spoke, Hallie chuckled directly, as if she had said a very funny joke,

"After all, both of you are gentlemen, you shouldn't embarrass me as a lady, right?"

"Miss is too worried, how can we make such an excessive request?" A glass of wine came out of God's hand out of nowhere.

He drank the wine in one gulp, then tossed the cup gently.

The cup was spinning in mid-air one second, and then vanished the next, as if it were just an imaginary object that had never appeared.

"What do you think, mysterious?"

"We're just trying to put a stake on you." Mystery spoke for the first time.

His voice was still cold, unemotional.

……

……

(Thanks to the "Nine-Tailed Yanhu" boss for the reward!) ）

(ps. The form of uniqueness can be modified, and the uniqueness held by Mr. Gate is a key, and when it comes to Amon, it becomes a pair of eyeballs containing starlight.) Therefore, the author of this place is blind, and the uniqueness of the Lord of Mystery is not written according to what Amon and Xiao Ke hold, and God's is also directly compiled. ）

The author has started school, and he has to take the train and clean up the dormitory, so the monthly pass plus more tonight will probably be a little later.

(End of chapter)