"Good evening, Mr. Morgan." In the end, it was Fran who took the initiative to help Morgan out of the siege.

Morgan glanced at Fran gratefully, and handed the black box in his hand to the old butler who was already waiting quietly, and the old butler's face changed the moment he took the box, and then a complicated incantation appeared, and a burst of ecstatic voices came from the old butler's hands holding the box, which had been covered with strange symbols at some point.

The old butler frowned, there was something strange about this box, and the moment he touched it, a terrible suction force came out of the box, and it had even reached enough power to induce the mad lady in his body.

Looking back at the calm and calm Fran and the always gentle and smiling feaster, the old butler was not worried about the harm that this strange thing could cause to Fran, but solemnly walked to Fran with the box in his hand.

Fran did not hesitate, and took the box in the old butler's hand casually, but he did not care about the old butler's expression as if he was facing a great enemy. After all, he didn't feel any threat from this box, and even faintly, he could feel the contents of the box seeming to ......

Calling him?

As the buckle returned to its place, the black box slowly opened in front of Fran, and a revolver was fixed on top of the delicate red template. The revolver has an extremely graceful posture, all black, which is a color similar to obsidian, and under the light of the hall, on top of its graceful posture, it adds a bit of mystery. The barrel was covered with gold wires, and then intersected at the muzzle, and the handle was engraved with some decorative lines, but those lines seemed to be only decorative, at least not in Furlong's memory.

Fran took the revolver out and held it between his right hand, and that familiar feeling naturally emerged. The right design makes the handle of this revolver fit closely to every muscle in Fran's palm, feeling the slightest coolness coming from his right hand, already like an arm swinging it, Fran opened the wheel, looked at the six empty bullet nests, and shook his head with some pity.

The moment the voyeur saw the revolver, he trembled, and looked at the black revolver that was being played with by Fran like a natural enemy.

The celebrant raised his eyebrows, and his originally gentle smile gradually began to be solemn, and even the crazy lady put away her usual smile, and with a light wave of her white hand, a thick curtain surrounded Gao Tai and Morgan, obviously not wanting outsiders to know what was about to happen here.

The Dead Emperor tapped the table with his knuckles, with a hint of playfulness in his tone, and looked at the three people in the audience condescendingly, no longer hiding his imperial majesty, "Where did this thing come from?" ”

Morgan looked at this dead emperor who looked too young to speak, but there was a majestic aura around him. I don't dare to slack off in the slightest, after all, how can I be an idle person who can sit with the pawns, the feasters, and the crazy ladies?

He's not stupid.

"This revolver was discovered by the Department of Archaeology during the excavation of the ruins of a lost civilization, and something happened at that time, and finally the Inquisition intervened to recover it."

"What happened?" The mad lady spoke, his face was indifferent at this time, and he no longer had the appearance of the game world before, or he was really the crazy lady at this time, and it was just an occasional performance before.

No matter how stupid Morgan is, he knows that there seems to be some kind of earth-shattering secret on the revolver. He glanced at Mosin beside him and organized his words.

"There were thirteen of them when they set out, and on the second day of entering the ruins, the team lost contact with them, and the Inquisition Bureau set off after receiving information, and by the time we arrived at a camp in the woods on the outskirts of Olin Downtown, we saw only seven corpses."

The voice of the celebrant rang out, "Did the other six disappear out of thin air?" ”

"Yes......" Morgan looked up and met the purple eyes, and in an instant, the memory of that night more than ten years ago resurfaced, and the sound of phuncing like auditory hallucinations continued to be noisy in Morgan's ears. Lao Shen's voice and the voice of the wild bull sounded behind him, as if he was scolding and questioning himself.

Mosin saw the old friend beside him breathing a little quickly and his expression changed sharply, patted him on the shoulder, and then the bear-like man spoke, "Morgan, he's a little uncomfortable, I've also read the file, I'll take care of the rest......"

"According to the dossier report, six of the seven people present died in some kind of firearm attack and one committed suicide. As for the remaining six, all are missing. The most bizarre thing about this incident is that after we interviewed the surrounding residents, all of them were very sure that the archaeological team they had seen from beginning to end was only seven, not as many as thirteen, including the guide who showed them the way at the time. There is also a strange place, we did not find any material bullets in the bodies of those who were shot......"

"According to the situation at the scene, we have roughly restored the whole process. The archaeological team entered the ruins to explore, then removed the revolver, which was later named 'Minusion', and then, as was customary, some people kept vigil and some rested. For some unknown reason, he woke up in his sleep, then shot and killed the other six with the revolver that had been buried for an unknown number of years, and then jumped into the campfire and burned himself alive.

We confirmed that the anomaly was on the revolver, and in accordance with the previous rules and regulations, we sent an executive officer with a spiritual veil to contain it, but strangely, the revolver, which had been turned over and over in the hands of countless people and studied countless times, changed the moment the inquisitor came into contact with it. The prosecutor began to touch the part, with the spiritual curtain and his body, little by little, turning into nothingness, until the revolver slowly fell to the ground, we did not notice anything wrong with this strange phenomenon, it seems that in our cognition at the time, this kind of thing is like eating and drinking, it is extremely normal, until we finally get a reminder from the rear command, we remember that a judge touched the revolver before. ”

"That is, when the poor fellow is erased, will you know that he ever existed?" The celebrant spoke in a deep voice, and the fat face that had always been smiling was solemn at this time.

Moxiso looked at it thoughtfully, as if a gift he had casually suggested had led to some shocking secret? But at this time, he didn't have much time to think, because some of the things that happened later could only be said by him.

"Yes, a certain range of existence erasure. This is the ability of this revolver, hence the name subtraction. The object it obliterates will turn into a bullet and be stored in the nest, and if there are bullets in the nest, the bullet that has been around for the longest time will receive some unknown enhancement. The power of a bullet is related to the physical strength of an individual. Moxiso took over and bowed earlier, "After experimental demonstration, it can be basically determined." This side of the revolver is completely harmless in the face of ordinary people. But in the face of mysterious or mysterious existences, there will be a weak suction, and believer-level existences can break free at will. And those archaeologists have some mysterious aura on their bodies because they are in and out of the ruins all year round. ”

"Sure enough......" said the celebrant in a deep voice, looking at Moxiso with magnificent purple eyes, "little vampire, I want you to tell me where your research on lost civilizations has come?" ”

Moxiso was silent, and after a moment, he shook his head, "Gulidan is very wary of me, and only put me in charge of the armor, as for other things, I don't know much. ”

The Dead Emperor's finger lightly tapped on the table, and the coffin was concluded, "Why bother, in my opinion, this gift is extremely valuable, Fran, don't you hurry up and say thank you, the main thing is to let others look at it, don't you want to say that I don't know the etiquette behind my back?" ”

Apparently unwilling to continue in front of ordinary people. The feasters had a warm smile on their faces and nodded their heads again and again. The mad lady lay lazily in the arms of the revelers. The voyeur was a little miserable, always vigilantly looking at the revolver in Fran's hand, and after hesitating, he chose to turn around and get into the arms of an arrogant and domineering emperor.

At this time, even if he dies, he should not take a step closer to the revolver!

Fran only then came back to his senses from the previous story, looked at the revolver in his right hand, and for a moment did not know whether to accept this heavy gift.

The celebrant smiled, "Take it, it's Director Morgan's intention, as for the side effects, don't worry, it will be very well-behaved by your side." This spell is actually quite beneficial to you now, its power is not just to erase an individual, if used properly, maybe you can use it to erase some of the divinity raging in your body a little. ”

The crazy lady smiled, "Director Morgan is very courteous today, and the affection is also heavy~ If you have time to have fun in the theater of the concubine, so that the concubine can be entertained~"

Morgan coughed and wiped the sweat from his face, not caring about the face of the director of the Inquisition. Isn't it ridiculous, it's good to be able to stand in front of a bunch of gods. How could there be a real warrior who was calm and unmoving!

Besides, the few terms that the young man deliberately mentioned just now were still running around in Morgan's head like a tractor filled with diesel fuel!

Subjugation!

I!

There is only one one who can call himself me in the dead country!

The Emperor of the Dead Country!