Chapter 420 Archaeologist: I think there is drama! (Give 'adverb' /
"I think those of us should have cooperated from the beginning."
The two of them walked side by side on the long corridor shrouded in red light, and the archaeologist said with a solemn expression.
She thought a lot last night. If the big boss of this script is the night witch Qilis, I am afraid that only the players can work together to complete the level.
Her mission is to get [Green's Codex], but the mission target is inside the knight's epee. The problem arises again. She can't pick up the sword, and only the traveling poet can.
There are no confrontational tasks in this scenario, which means that players need to cooperate with each other.
But it's a pity that there is basically no scenario where players who don't know each other or even can't tell who is the NPC and who is the player will spontaneously cooperate at the beginning.
The inability to keep up with the time information led to the plot progressing to this point.
The archaeologist lowered his eyes slightly to hide the look in his eyes.
The traveling poet looked calm and did not answer her words, but said: "You met the owner of the castle in the basement last night, right? Who was that person?"
"...I can't say." The archaeologist shook his head.
"So what deal did you make?"
"This is even more impossible to say."
"Then why do you think I should cooperate with you?" The traveling poet stopped and looked at her coldly with his amber eyes.
In the empty castle corridor, there were only two of them looking around, and the whole world was silent and lifeless.
The archaeologist pushed the short hair that fell on his forehead behind his ears and said: "The reason I can't tell you is because this castle is watching us and it can hear every word we say."
The traveling poet suddenly sneered: "Is it this castle or the people hiding behind the castle?"
He seemed to be a little excited.
It can be seen from the slightly raised voice and the sarcastic tone that the facial paralysis looks calm on the surface.
"You have to calm down. No matter what, we can't waste any more time." The archaeologist looked up at him and handed over the epee in his hand: "I took this sword out of the basement last night.
, do you know what it does?"
"..." The traveling poet was too lazy to speak and just looked at her quietly.
"This is something that can kill a witch."
The archaeologist continued: "In the real legend, the witch was defeated by the Holy See Knights, but the Holy See army was wiped out, but the witch still exists, because those ordinary things cannot completely kill the witch."
Hearing this, the traveling poet's eyes moved slightly, and finally he set his sights on the sharp unsheathed epee sword.
There is a concave mark on the triangular metal part of the cross guard of the sword hilt, and it seems that something was once inlaid there.
And this size just matches the "angel badge" in his hand.
The archaeologist followed the temptation and said: "You must also want to leave this strange castle, because I want to leave too, and the only way to destroy this castle is in that high tower."
She walked to the edge of the beam and looked outside through the flower window.
Under the scarlet moonlight, the tall tower in the center of the castle still stands in front of you, surrounded by countless flying buttresses connecting it, like stars holding the moon.
"I discovered the energy source that maintains this castle in the basement last night, but I couldn't destroy it because the real switch hub was in that tower.
"We cannot fight against this castle on our own. If we want to leave, we can only cooperate.
"After all, there are only two of us left now.
"We must hurry up!"
The archaeologist sighed as she spoke, her expression full of anxiety and helplessness, and her uneven short hair could tell what happened to her last night.
The traveling poet stared at the tower, feeling slightly moved.
But he was still full of doubts in his heart, and he couldn't help but think of the mysterious girl and every detail of the two of them getting along after they met.
leave……
leave……
leave……
Suddenly, the traveling poet was slightly startled.
It seemed that no matter what time it was, the thing the girl said to him the most was - "Get out of here."
…
The two eventually reached a partnership that was not very strong.
The archaeologist suddenly became energetic and expressed his sincerity by telling him the truth about what he saw in the underground space last night.
Except of course her conversation with Qilis.
Different from the bustle yesterday, in Prague Castle today, not to mention the nobles who stayed last night, there were not even any workers or servants who would work outside during the day.
Huge, empty, lonely and quiet, Prague Castle is like an isolated abyss.
The two left the corridor and walked back, intending to go to the tower from the flying buttress on the other side.
"Speaking of which, can you use this sword?"
At this time, the archaeologist suddenly handed the cross epee to him: "I originally wanted to study how to use it last night, but I found that there seemed to be a gap here, so it had no other use except for ordinary chopping. I was very worried.
It’s hard to imagine how it would have killed that witch.”
The traveling poet glanced at it and reached out to take the cross epee. The moment he took it, his fingers trembled for no reason.
There came again...that unspeakable sense of confusion in my mind.
The traveling poet looked at the sword in his hand, his fingertips gently stroking the hollows of the crossguard.
Suddenly, the archaeologist walking in front stopped.
With a serious look on her face, she looked keenly at the vibrating door panel in front of the corridor, and felt the extremely evil dark aura!
what happened?
The archaeologist frowned slightly - Qilisi didn't say that they had to go through the process of hunting down monsters on their way to the tower.
Was it an accident, or did that guy come up with a new trick?
She walked forward cautiously, her eyes fixed on the slightly vibrating door.
This door looks like a side door to the room. It is not a huge double door like the main door. It is only about one meter wide.
While she was on guard, the traveling poet holding a cross-epee stepped forward directly, inserted the blade of the sword into the crack of the door, and then slashed lightly.
"Zheng!"
The sound of metal being cut was heard, and then a figure slammed open the door panel and rushed out, running forward several steps before stopping.
The girl was in a mess, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were tattered, and she was covered in blood and black stains, making her almost unrecognizable as a normal person.
After running out, she gasped several times.
Then, she slowly turned her head to look at the two people standing in the corridor. The extremely terrifying ferocity and killing intent in those eyes made the two people quickly assume a fighting stance!
An Lin glanced at the two of them with bloodshot eyes, then turned to look at the room she just ran out of.
There was no horror, darkness, or monster in the room. It was as calm as if the previous brutal battle didn't exist.
She even looked at her body and found that the bites and claw marks had disappeared, and the bloody flesh wounds had disappeared.
What was left instead were the whip marks of her own weapon.
As for the previous battle, it seemed that everything was just her confusion.
"Hahaha……"
An Lin suddenly laughed mockingly twice, her laughter was sad and gloomy.
Is the person behind the scenes deliberately playing tricks on her?!
He locked her up and tortured her all night, and finally told her that those things were actually just hallucinations!
Damn guy!
After taking a look at the girl's condition, the traveling poet and the archaeologist quietly took a few steps back. The two looked at each other, and their meaning was self-evident.
The metal sheets were ready, the archaeologist took out the glass beads from his pocket, and the explosion was ready.
At this time, An Lin reacted.
She wiped the blood from her face calmly, looked at the two of them and said coldly: "Don't worry, I am a human being, my thinking is normal now, and I have not been eroded by the abyss."
The archaeologist raised his eyebrows: "It's hard to say."
You look quite stimulated right now.
An Lin saw this and stopped talking. Instead, she raised her hand. Shining white light appeared from her fingertips and lingered all over her body, making her covered in blood and embarrassment look extraordinarily sacred.
"I believe it now." An Lin said.
The archaeologist's eyes moved slightly. Is this... the purifying aura of the sacred side?
Although it feels very weak and seems different from the purification methods in the script space, it is indeed the power of the sacred side.
Wait, is this scene in Qilisi's script?
As a witch, she shouldn't let such a power that can destroy evil things exist here, right?
So is this really... an unexpected situation?!
The archaeologist's eyes suddenly lit up when he was constrained by someone!