Chapter 145: [First Floor] What happened to Alger
In the gloomy city, only a reliable Mr. Bishop can provide her with a shred of courage.
This was Audrey's idea a minute ago.
And now, for the first time in her life, her eyes as big as copper bells, and the bell that fell without holding it firmly in her hand fully illustrate the turbulence in her heart.
Scarf, intricate pattern of black robe. She remembered all these elements clearly.
They've all been on someone in the Tarot Society!
Mr. Bishop, you still say you don't know where this is?!
You all have the same clothes!!
The breeze blew, and the beautiful girl was already shocked into a stone sculpture, and even the ability of the 'audience' could not help her hide her feelings.
But the church members who surrounded her were running out of patience.
The team divided into several groups, blocking all directions from which Audrey could escape, and the arrogant black horse continued to spew white mist into the air.
Many people vigilantly took up their weapons, their eyes locked on the girl, ready to attack.
After all, the city's specialty is the town-dwellers who go crazy from time to time, and the ubiquitous risk of bestiality, and there are not a few who grow claws while chatting.
Silence is a harbinger of danger.
However, in addition to this, they actually have some strange changes......
In the details of their faces that no one noticed, their pupils appeared in the long silence, and a slight bulge appeared, as if there were flesh buds dancing.
The crisis is quietly rising.
"Who is you?"
Ludwig, the leader, repeated, with a heightened sense of warning.
Audrey's hands immediately wrapped nervously under her sleeves, and hurriedly explained: "I, my name is Mary. Neighborhood. A beast has appeared, and I want to wait for your return and ask for the protection of the Church. β
She struggled to make up an identity based on the note's request.
Of course, in order to avoid being seen through at a glance, she also uses extraordinary abilities to try to make her words overlap with the character of 'ordinary people who are too afraid of causing confusion in speech', and make up for the unreasonable part of the logic.
But she was skeptical that wouldn't work.
Those knights all look like they're at least in the middle sequence!
The chief at the front even bears a very similar sense of oppression to Mr. Bishop.
She thought so.
But at sunset, after hearing these words, the strange changes in the eyes of the surrounding knights immediately stopped.
If Audrey can spot the anomalies before and after, she may be able to conclude that their changes are closely related to whether or not they follow the identity of the note.
But she didn't notice it, just waited in horror for a reply.
On the dark horse, Ludwig stared at her expressionlessly, and sure enough, he was not affected by the ability of the 'spectator' approach: "Has a hunter cleaned up the perimeter?" β
"Yes, yes. He told me to wait for you here. β
Mr. Bishop = Hunter?
It should be.
Audrey blinked in thought.
"He's going to deal with the Central Bridge now?"
"I don't know, but he did go that way. But what went wrong with the bridge? She replied blankly.
Ludwig watched her ponder for a moment, then motioned for the members next to her to pick up the bell that Audrey had dropped to the ground.
His cold and majestic voice followed: "I see. β
"But you'll need to come with us then."
"Since you went out illegally on hunt night, you will be questioned at church."
There was indeed an accident on the bridge.
The elevator creaked, and the chains that kept it running left and right made an old grinding sound, and Yager was carried to the second floor with difficulty.
He pushed open the metal sliding door and came outside.
A faint rumbling sound came from the passage on the right.
In front of him was an open ground, surrounded by sharp black iron railings. The black paint on it has an even sheen, as if it has just been brushed on.
There are several steps to the right, and up there is an area of gray mist.
Judging from the terrain that I have observed before, it should be the bridge on the other side.
Yager looked around, becoming more and more sure that the area was related to his past.
Familiar with the style of the inhabitants, familiar with the streets, he could subconsciously do all the right things without thinking, especially when riding in an elevator that Beckland had never seen before.
He shouldn't have used it.
In this case, does he not have the identity note that Audrey said, does it mean that he is a local in the first place?
He kindled the hope of a faint, at last unwelcome stranger.
But apparently, the tentacle monster is dreaming.
In the middle of the empty plaza is a window with a red light next to it. The warm yellow glow shines from behind the glass, bringing a touch of beauty to the gloomy twilight.
"Ahem, another outlander? Is it? β
The voice of the middle-aged man inside said.
Yager: "."
Oops, it's the faint hope of the locals that is shattered again.
"Why do you think I'm a foreigner?" After a short moment of silence, he asked retorted.
The middle-aged man on the other side of the window was surprised: "Aren't you?" β
"Impossible. You don't sound like someone who heals the church, and I haven't seen you in the neighborhood. It's especially like the evil hunters who the Yanan people often scold, and will trick people out on the night of the huntβ"
Yager immediately interrupted the statement with a blank face:
"Okay, thank you for the explanation."
Skillful is distressing.
From Beckland to Byam, to Yanan, the identity of outsiders who hate dogs has not changed.
The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence.
A few seconds later, it was the middle-aged man inside who took the lead in breaking the deadlock, and he smiled "hehe" and said: "Don't worry, because there are too many accidents here, there is always a fascination with outsiders." β
"But I'm not one of them."
"Oh, by the way, did anyone introduce you to this place?"
"Yanan is the 'blood healing capital' and because of its reputation, many people from other regions come here every year to seek treatment. But now that the plague has swept away, many people blame it on outsiders. β
"However, if you are a first-time hunter, you can go up the stairs from the side and walk to the bridge."
"The main entrance there leads to the church town, and the innermost part of the town is the central church of the Healing Church. In general, new hunters need to report there and pick up weapons. β
"Thank you very much." Yager nodded.
These words answered most of his doubts.
The central church is supposed to be the building with a clock on top. Judging from the route, the 'exit' that Miss Doll said is most likely there.
Just cross the bridge and you're pretty much done with it.
He estimated optimistically.
"And," the middle-aged man called out to him again, as if he had thought of something, "there must be a beast on the bridge." β
"A young lady passed by just now, and she is also a foreigner like you. I lent her my flamethrower. Come to think of it, the beast should be dealt with soon. β
"You can just wrap it up."
The middle-aged man said.
On the other side, Yager also agreed with kindness.
Everything was very peaceful.
β¦β¦
It's a pity that they all have a wrong judgment about the level of that lady-
On the other side of the passage cut off by the white mist, the bridge was already full of potholes, and all that remained were countless huge potholes that had been pounded out by wild beasts, and a deafening roar.
"Whewββ!!"
Huge monsters of six or seven adult heights were entrenched in the middle of the bridge.
Sharp claws with curved curves grew from the top of its head, nearly a meter, and the tips shimmered with a cold light.
The pointed snout protrudes out, and at the cracked corners of the mouth, multiple rows of internal meat grinder-like long teeth can be seen.
White coarse hairs are tangled together.
The monster resembles a giant werewolf in anger.
And at its feet, there are two tiny figures.
One of them is what middle-aged men call a "foreign lady", Furth.
The monster's attack slammed down on the bridge, and its right claw slammed into the ground with agility that didn't match its size.
The terrifying force caused the large masonry railings to vibrate and make loud noises, but they were intercepted by the gray fog that loomed around them, and they could not reach farther.
A pale blue spatial fluctuation appeared next to his right claw in time, carrying Furth away from the center of the attack.
Furth is going crazy.
She was now gray-headed, and her pale yellow cake dress was so covered with dust and building debris that she could barely make out the original color.
On her left hand, a red Abraham bracelet flickered.
This is the essential reason why she has been able to live here for so long.
If it weren't for the spatial jumping ability that allowed her to dodge, she would have died in the claws of the beast a long time ago!
But the white mist that drifted around her made it impossible for her to escape the area.
While thinking about it, she desperately used the bracelet again, dodging the tail of the beast that flicked one after another.
In addition, in her right hand, she holds a strangely shaped ejector that looks like an oil can.
It is the weapon that is given by the middle-aged man.
'With this, you should be able to solve it easily.'
Even now, the smiling voice echoed in Furth's head.
At the time, it sounded very happy, and she was full of promises, but now she just wants to reply:
Fart!!
What do you mean? What do you mean!
When she got the free weapon, she was overjoyed and thought that she had picked up a high-end item that could breathe extraordinary flames for free.
Unexpectedly, the enemies it has to deal with are a little more high-end.
Sequence five.
Sequence Five!!!
What was that person thinking?
He thinks that she will be able to beat Sequence Five with the flip of the switch?
'Congratulations, now that you've learned how to use addition, let's start doing a simple calculus exercise. β
It's all about food delivery!!
Firth broke down and fled frantically, feeling like his life was never so at stake.
"Magician, fight it off!"
On the other side, the second figure shouted to Furth after struggling to dodge the monster's attack.
Time is of the essence!
The figure was in front of the sequence for five seconds, and all kinds of extraordinary items appeared in his hand. His long, dark hair was messy, with a glimmer of thunder and lightning on it.
It's 'The Hanged Man' Alger Wilson!
The two met by chance on the bridge unfortunately.
Unfortunately, together they encountered this terrifying monster,
Luckily, if they hadn't bumped into each other, they would have turned into two headless corpses by now meeting monsters alone!
(End of chapter)