Yagel summoned the messenger at the door of the manor ruthlessly, and sank into the purple portal that the messengers opened without looking back.

Of course he couldn't help it.

But I won't go in today.

The blond extraordinary man had extraordinary strength, or rather, he had already derogated.

Yagel recalled the resistance that was vaguely similar to the snooping of the true god when he tried to open his spiritual vision.

According to the knowledge he gained from the God of Steam and Machinery, the other party is at least a complete mythical creature, completely separated from the scope of human beings and may be one step away from the true God.

However, he was still not ready to give up the opponent's bright hook. In fact, what was inside was already tempting enough.

How do you say that? When you know this trap, the trap is no longer a trap, but a game.

When he was ready, he rushed in and cut off the evil spirit's head.

Yagel glanced at the manor coldly among the ripples in the portal, and his figure completely disappeared from the spot.

...

Under the ground, the handsome young man sitting on the bronze bench seemed to feel something, and his hands trembled unconsciously for a moment.

An empty hole immediately appeared on his right face.

"What? Medici, are you afraid of even cold air now?" An ugly laughter came from the mouth.

The cold and humid atmosphere in the basement makes this sentence even more ironic.

As the sound appeared, the young man's left face also cracked and his mouth opened: "No, maybe his mind is frozen."

In the dark basement, Medic opened his eyes impatiently, and his translucent body told his current inhuman state.

"Shut up," he said hoarsely, "It's because the bad breath of you two damn idiots makes me nauseous."

His excellent ability to curse his slap in his face as soon as he spoke.

However, as evil spirits, what they lack the least is time.

After a brief silence, the two mouths made even more noisy sarcasm.

The empty space was quickly filled with noise.

Medic adjusted his sitting position irritably and responded casually, which made the verbal battle in this basement even worse.

However, while he opened his mouth and stared at the dilapidated scenery in front of him that seemed to be eternal and unchanging, a trace of doubt appeared in his heart.

Is trembling a warning from spirituality?

He is dead, what else can he warn?

...

A few hundred meters away, a carriage was driving on the Central Street in Beckland.

Most of the popular carriages in the Kingdom of Ruen use the style designed by Emperor Rosel the Great back then. There are face-to-face double lockers in the carriage and simple cloth pads are laid.

Such carriages are more than twice as expensive as the open-top carriages on the dock, but the gentlemen of Beckland usually choose this style to ensure that their carefully carved hairstyles are not disturbed by the wind.

Therefore, Klein had to be kidnapped and took out double the money.

The unfair Ruhn consumer culture.

Every time he gets on the carriage, he complains in his heart.

And now he was sitting face to face in the carriage with Miss Sharon, pale-faced, although he could not see the lady unilaterally.

Today's magnificent trip to the East District obviously made him very worried.

Klein looked at the streets at night through the car window expressionlessly, but in fact he was already in a storm.

His anxiety revolved around the bishop who was struck by his talisman ten minutes ago, and the subsequent disappearance of the bishop.

The good news is that although he accidentally let the bishop listen to the voice of the real Creator, the demigod had no intention of calculating him, and even left the scene after completing the agreement with him.

The bad news is that the bishop may not be completely normal.

Without any abnormal appearance, Crane had to consider the possibility that the bishop was a cult believer. Although it was far-fetched to connect bishops and aurora, the demigod who left intact from the Creator's "gospel" is even more far-fetched.

Even angels can do it.

After all, there should be some spreading tentacles, and it is not surprising that they even lose control directly.

That's a true god!

What bothers him even more was the figure that appeared next.

While Yagel questioned the direction of the church, Klein was still influenced by the real Creator and failed to complete the action of looking back. By the time he completely recovered, the two had already disappeared in the nearby block.

However, he felt a little.

The newcomer may be a high-sequence powerhouse with the same path as 0-08.

Otherwise, this series of coincidences would be too difficult to explain. When he met the bishop in the East District, he threw it out and hit the bishop's spell, and Rosago who had been chasing him.

Thinking of this, Klein's mood slowly sank to the bottom of the valley.

If we want to pick one of his most resentful among all the sequences, the 0-08 path is the first to be affected.

There will be no more painful.

"Bang."

A cold touch suddenly came from Klein's back, pulling him out of his sadness, and a pale bone hand was placed on his shoulder.

Purple ripples flood.

The young man in a gray windbreaker stepped out from the narrow gap behind him, and leather boots made dark and brown marks on the wooden floor.

Yagel, who teleported over, sat on the left side of the seat.

"Ye'an." He greeted Klein casually.

Klein squeezed out a guilty smile to the demigod: "Ye'an."

"It's been resolved, right?" He turned his head to look at Klein.

“Yes, thank you very much.”

"That's good," Yagel nodded, not mentioning the previous spell, "Because there is another extraordinary person nearby, I left to deal with it, and I didn't have time to clean up the scene. It would be fine if there was no accident."

From the pursuit just now, he had at least ninety-five percent confidence that the new extraordinary person was the culprit of a series of bad things he encountered.

The remaining five percent is modesty.

"No, Miss Sharon and I have already dealt with. The spirit left by the deceased has been erased, but the body is still in place." Klein replied.

"OK."

Yagel continued to nod.

The fool's relative is still very credible at present. At least from the beginning of his encounter, his spiritual vision proves that the lover has never lie.

Correspondingly, the foolish person has a much higher reputation in his heart.

After that, after receiving the three thousand pounds he commissioned twice, Tarot will become the benefactor of the penniless tentacle monster.

It’s just that some poor poor gods are about to eat soil.

He opened his mouth to ask for money.

However, in the short few minutes when Yagel appeared, the carriage suddenly slowed down and finally stopped slowly on the Central Street of Beckland.

Klein, who was sitting on the right, looked outside in surprise.

Under the crimson moonlight, several church carriages were crowded together, blocking the road from Central Street to Central City. Around them, extraordinary people wearing church uniforms were setting up checkpoints and patrolling in groups of three or three.

Say Cao Cao has arrived.

Klein smiled bitterly.

The investigation of the bodies left in the same place has come.

"Ququ."

After the carriage door rang twice, it was pulled open by someone from outside.

"May the goddess bless you." A young man who looked quite tired said hello to the two.
Chapter completed!