Under the house number of No. 8 Williams Street, two thin backs gathered.

One of them was Yager, who had just left Gleilint's banquet, and the other was Amon Green, who had been hastily summoned by the little messenger who had arrived.

His shiny monocle reflected an eerie glow in the moonlight.

"That's where the Tudor ruins you are talking about?" Green looked around with interest.

He looked a little tired, as if he had also hurried from the previous field.

I don't know which poor man suffered from Amun.

The manor is overgrown with weeds, only the trail in the middle has traces of trampling, and it seems that even the new owner has no idea of moving in for the time being.

This may be the reason why the new owner found an unknown basement in the mansion.

"Yes," Ager looked at a folded sheet from the inside of his trench coat, "and this is it." ”

"Viscount Pound's former property, the new owner found a basement and called the police after the detective's initial observation."

Well, the detective is again Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, and it looks like he has managed to monopolize the business around Joewood.

However, this adds credibility to the possibility that the underground is a ruin.

Even Sherlock, the Fool's Dependent, who could predict the source of the danger, chose to call the police, and did not explore the basement at all, and the assumption that there was a crisis inside was even more tenable.

"According to my investigation, the Pound family has many Quaternary Tudor relics, and even some of them are extraordinary items, and their heirs are still of unknown cause, most likely of Tudor blood."

"But I'm afraid the ruins didn't treat them differently."

"That's why I called you, our Grand Nobleman of the Quaternary." Yager looked at Green with a smirk, "Mr. Amon, do you have any clue about this?" ”

Green smiled.

Obviously, some of the outer gods who had not yet figured out the historical situation of the place had recently gone to check the information.

But the rest, of course, he is not ready to say.

As much as the other party discovers, he will say more, and this information can become his future trading chips.

"Actually, I have to warn you. I am Amon Green, not Amon himself. At most, it's just a part of the family. The monocle replied.

As they talked, the two had already walked through the abandoned garden and into the interior of the building, which was covered in cobwebs and snake crawling marks.

The furniture was covered with a thick layer of dust.

Yager turned on the lantern in his hand: "This incident is also counted in the reward for the angel who told you last time. ”

"You'd better not hide anything."

Green still kept a smile on his face: "Of course not. If you ask, I'll say it. ”

Yager sneered.

This old six.

What Green said was by no means the truth, at least not the complete truth.

When he signed the contract before, the name shown was Amon (Green), and later, he also vaguely felt that there was more than one bound object.

Amon must have more than one.

Perhaps, there is only one person in the entire Amon family, and the others are just clones or images or the like.

Obviously, he guessed right, but the truth may be a little more outrageous than he guessed.

As a result of the clone, even the little flying insect in the air can be Amon.

The detached exploration duo travels through the villa, looking from afar, as if the glimmer of a ghost is moving in the eerie mansion.

According to the testimony on police records, the basement where it was found was probably just to the right rear of the stairs.

Walking ahead, Yager followed the footprints in the thick dust on the ground to a closed gray-white stone door, which almost merged with the surrounding walls.

After gently pushing it away, only the footprints of a person and many long sinuous marks were left in front of me.

At the end of the light, a few intertwined poisonous snakes could still be faintly seen, explaining the origin of these marks.

Yager silently fastened the lantern to the belt around his waist, flipped his left and right hands, and took out a cold silver blade and a gorgeous crimson gun.

He swooped into the cramped basement.

"Speaking of which, how did you find here?" Green jumped down after him, looking curiously left and right, "I think your deposit hasn't reached the point where you can buy this place." ”

This is pure and pure, which pot is not opened, which pot is mentioned.

In fact, even with the part he earned from killing Rosago, Yager's remaining savings at present did not exceed nine hundred pounds, and he was still far from being able to buy a large estate.

Hehe.

"I was brought in by a blonde, bearded, priest-like angel with powers that seemed to control fate. As Amun, who has survived to this day, you must know who this is, right? ”

Of course.

That's Adam.

Green's monocle flashed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"His extraordinary skills have caused all sorts of accidents to me, so I'd better pray that I don't get caught." Yager continued with a blank face.

"Is there a possibility......"

“？”

"I mean, it's just possible. It's that you're taken to the police, the projection is teleported to the palace, and so on...... Is it because you're too unlucky? ”

"After all, you should be able to perceive angel-level abilities, right?"

Whoosh –

A glittering silver light flashed through the dark basement, followed by the sound of a building shattering......

A tentacle monster was annoyed and angry.

......

In the deepest part of the earth, the silent Medici awoke again.

A little off.

The evil spirit, sitting upright in his seat, was clearly aware.

Ten days ago, when he first felt this strange chill, he thought it was an accident.

But now that there is a second time, it means that this is not, perhaps, his spirituality is really warning.

Medici put down his right hand, which had been supporting his chin, and sat up straight, with an interested look on his face with one rotten bone after another, looking at the long road in front of him, which had been empty for several epochs.

In this era, who else will come to you?

Are the two cubs who held themselves Tudor's blood? Or the detective who was not affected by his dreams? Or is it the church?

It doesn't matter, it's good to solve it if there is no use value.

If he kills Tuduo's bloodline, he can still breathe a bad breath for himself who has been imprisoned for thousands of years.

In front of the translucent figure of the handsome young man is a promenade decorated with all kinds of shiny and strange objects, like precious rubies.

They are extraordinary properties that have been left behind.

Offered by all sorts of stupid interlopers.

"Da, da, da......"

In the darkness in the distance, a new voice was heard.

Even the other two awakened souls in their bodies, Sauron and Einhorn did not bother, quietly waiting for their possible opportunity to come.

"Bang!"

The bloody door was kicked open.

The dim light came from far and near, and a new one appeared as a strange young man, with a cold expression and obvious impatience on his face, holding a short blade in his hand.

In such a dark and eerie basement, the other party walked forward without stopping.

It's unfamiliar, and it doesn't seem to be in a low sequence.

Medici grinned.

"Welcome, interesting visitor."

Spiritual warnings don't seem to be very accurate......

Before he could even finish thinking about this sentence, Medici's pupils suddenly shrank!

The corpse carrying the three souls reached an agreement as never before, and showed a frightened expression without any disagreement!

Behind the young man who walked in, a faint black shadow appeared, although his face was still blurred in the darkness—

But the other party wears monocles!

At that moment, Soren Einhorn Medici thought a lot.