Under the bleak house number of No. 8 Williams Street, two thin figures gathered together.
One of them was Yagor, who had just left Gray Linte's banquet, and the second was Amon Green, who was hurriedly summoned by the little courier who had arrived.
His bright monocle reflected a strange light in the moonlight.
"Is this where the Tudor ruins you mentioned are located?" Green looked around with interest.
He looked a little tired, as if he had rushed from the previous place.
I don’t know which poor person suffered from Amon.
The manor is overgrown with weeds, and only the middle walk has traces of trampling. It seems that even the new owner has no intention of moving in for the time being.
This may be the reason why the new owner discovered an unknown basement in the mansion.
"Yes," Yager took out a folded piece of information from the inside of his windbreaker and glanced at it, "It's right here."
"The new owner of Viscount Pound's former property discovered a basement and called the police after initial observations by detectives."
Well, this detective is Mr. Sherlock Moriarty again, and it seems that he has successfully monopolized the business around Cherwood.
However, this adds credibility to the possibility that there are ruins underground.
Even Sherlock, the Fool's Favorite who could foresee the source of danger, chose to call the police and did not explore the basement at all. The assumption that there was a crisis inside was even more tenable.
"According to my investigation, the Pound family owns many relics of the Tudor Dynasty from the Fourth Age, some of which are even extraordinary items. The cause of their heir's death is unknown, and he may be a descendant of Tudor."
"But I'm afraid the ruins don't treat them differently."
"That's why I called you, our great noble of the Fourth Age." Yager looked at Green with a half-smile, "Mr. Amon, do you have any idea about this?"
Green smiled after being confronted.
Obviously, some outside gods who had not figured out the local historical situation before recently went to check the information.
But of course he wasn't going to say the rest.
No matter how much the other party discovers and how much he says, this information can become his future trading bargaining chip.
"Actually, I have to remind you. I am Amon Green, not Amon himself. At most, I am a member of the family." Monocle replied.
During the conversation, the two had already walked through the abandoned garden and entered the interior of the building full of spider webs and crawling traces of snakes.
A thick layer of dust accumulated on the furniture.
Yager opened the lantern in his hand: "This incident is also included in the reward of the angel I told you last time."
"You'd better not hide anything."
Green still maintained a smiling expression: "Of course not. If you ask, I will tell you."
Yager sneered.
This old six.
What Green said was definitely not the truth, at least not the complete truth.
When he signed the contract before, the name displayed was Amon (Green), and later on, he vaguely felt that there was more than one bound person.
There must be more than one Amon.
Maybe there is only one person in the entire Amon family, and the others are just clones or images.
Obviously, he guessed correctly, but the truth may be more outrageous than he guessed.
The result of the clone is that even small flying insects in the air can be Amon.
The seemingly inseparable exploration duo walked through the villa. From a distance, it seemed as if there was a ghostly light moving in the gloomy mansion.
According to the testimony in the police records, the basement where it was discovered was probably behind the stairs to the right.
Yager, who was walking ahead, followed the footprints in the thick dust on the ground and came to a closed gray-white stone door that almost blended into the surrounding walls.
After gently pushing it open, there were only one person's footprints and many long winding traces left in front of it.
At the end of the light, you can still faintly see several intertwined poisonous snakes, explaining the origin of these marks.
Yager silently buckled the lantern on the belt around his waist, turned his left and right hands, and took out the cold silver blade and the gorgeous crimson gun.
He ducked into the cramped basement.
"Speaking of which, how did you find this place?" Green jumped down after him and looked around curiously, "I remember that your savings haven't reached the point where you can buy this place."
This is pure and pure, which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted.
In fact, even if the money earned from killing Rosago is included, Yager's remaining savings currently do not exceed nine hundred pounds, and he is still far from being able to purchase a large manor.
hehe.
"This is brought to me by an angel with blond hair, a beard, and a temperament similar to that of a priest. His ability seems to be able to control destiny. As Amon who still exists today, you must know who this is, right?"
certainly.
That's Adam.
Green's monocle flashed and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"His extraordinary skills have caused all kinds of accidents for me. It's best to pray that you won't be caught by me." Yager continued expressionlessly.
"Is there a possibility..."
"?"
"I mean, it's just possible. You were arrested and taken to the police station, the projection was sent to the palace, and so on... are all because of your own unlucky nature?"
"After all, you should be able to sense angel-level abilities, right?"
Whoosh——
A bright silver light flashed through the dark basement, followed by a sound of shattering buildings...
A certain tentacle monster became angry with embarrassment.
...
In the deepest part of the underground, the silent Medici woke up again.
Not quite right.
The evil spirit sitting upright in his seat was clearly aware of this.
A dozen days ago, when he first felt this strange chill, he thought it was an accident.
But now that it has appeared for the second time, it means that this is not, perhaps, his spirituality is really warning.
Medici put down his right hand that was originally supporting his chin, and slowly sat upright. A look of interest appeared on his face with traces of rotten bones, and he looked at the long road in front of him that had been empty for several epochs.
In this era, who else would come here?
Was it the two brats from before who claimed to be descendants of Tudor? Or was it the detective who was in his dream but had no impact? Or was it the church?
It doesn't matter, just get rid of the ones that have no use value.
If he kills Tuduo's bloodline, he can still breathe a sigh of relief for himself who has been imprisoned for thousands of years.
In front of the translucent figure of the handsome young man, there is a corridor with simple decoration, which is covered with all kinds of shining weird objects, like precious rubies.
They are extraordinary properties left behind.
Courtesy of various foolish interlopers.
"Da da da......"
In the darkness in the distance, a new voice came.
Even the other two awakened souls in the body, Sauron and Einhorn, did not speak to disturb them and quietly waited for their possible opportunity to come.
"boom!"
The bloody door was kicked open.
The dim yellow light moved from far to near, and what appeared was 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 strange basement, the other party walked forward without stopping.
Strange, and seems to be of high order.
Medici grinned.
"Welcome, interesting visitor."
It seems that the spiritual warning is not very accurate...
Before even finishing this sentence in his mind, Medici's pupils suddenly shrank!
This corpse carrying three souls has reached an unprecedented consensus, showing a frightened expression without any disagreement!
Behind the young man who walked in, another vague black shadow appeared, although the face was still blurry in the darkness——
But the other person is wearing a monocle!
At that moment, Soren Einhorn Medici thought a lot.
This chapter has been completed!