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The little beauty was so frightened by Zhuo Ran's wolf-like gaze that she lowered her head, her chin almost touching the peaks of her chest.
Sood hummed and said, "Tell me why you came here. What happened to the bard?"
Zhuoran chuckled and said: "Don't worry, after answering my questions, I will naturally tell you."
The little beauty looked up and said: "Zhuoran, don't talk back to my teacher, or..."
"What else? A crying little beauty."
"Otherwise, I will beat you!" the little beauty said with firm eyes. She seemed to be much more courageous after not seeing her for half a year.
"Haha, okay, you can hit me."
Sood had a calm old face and shouted: "Zhuoran, right? Tell me about the bard, otherwise, you won't be able to leave today."
"Sure, answer my question."
Soder said: "Say."
Zhuoran looked at Sood's wrinkled face and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you being hunted down by the church?"
Sood's cloudy little eyes suddenly shot out. He looked at Zhuoran warily and said, "Who are you? Our affairs will not be told to outsiders."
Seeing that the old man was really stubborn, Zhuoran didn't want to waste any more time, so he took out the bard's letter and handed it to Soder, saying: "This is the letter that the bard asked me to carry."
Sood grabbed it, not interested in the words at all. The khaki magic power condensed in his hand, and the letter paper revealed a faint red light. Then, the handwriting on it changed, and it was already the same as what Zhuo Ran knew.
The content is fundamentally different.
After reading the contents of the letter, Sood turned it into powder. When he looked at Zhuo Ran, his expression became much better.
"So that's it. Do you still have the handed down Dharma book in your hand?"
"Well, here it is!" Zhuo Ran said, and the light blue handed down Dharma book appeared in his hand.
Seeing this, Sood's face changed wildly and he exclaimed: "Put it away quickly, put it away quickly!"
Zhuo Ran was puzzled, a gray light flashed on his hand, and the handed down Dharma book returned to Qingzhuo Ring.
"Let's go, get out of here quickly, the people from the church will be here in a moment." Sood's words made Zhuo Ran's heart tremble, and he had already guessed what was going on with Sood's expression just now.
"Does this handed down Dharma book emit a certain aura that can be monitored specifically?" Zhuoran asked as he followed Sood.
Soder said: "That's right. The people of the church have been tracking this handed down book these days. They have all kinds of secret methods that can be traced and monitored, and it is impossible to prevent it. My old friend died because of this.
"
Zhuoran's face was heavy, and the more he knew about this world, the more uncomfortable he felt. He was secretly glad that he had not been targeted by major forces, otherwise, he thought it would be difficult for them.
The three of them limped around for a long time, and then slowed down their pace when they were far away from the Champs Hall.
Sood stopped in front of an ordinary house and knocked on the door five times. After a beep, the door opened with a creak and the three of them stepped in.
Entering inside, you can see that it is just an ordinary family.
Entering the living room, Sood sat down with confidence. The little beauty seemed to have been here before, she was elegant and uninhibited.
Zhuoran asked: "What are you doing here?"
Sood stared at Zhuoran with his small eyes and said: "Since you were given a book of handed down laws by the bard, you are also a member of our organization."
Zhuo Ran was stunned. He smacked his lips and said angrily: "That's bullshit. At worst, I don't want this handed down Dharma book anymore, and I don't want to join these inexplicable organizations like you!"
The little beauty pointed at Zhuo Ran with her tender white finger and said arrogantly: "Zhuo Ran, let me tell you, our organization allows you to join, you should feel honored, there are many people who want to join us but we don't allow it!"
Zhuoran touched his nose and said nonchalantly: "I don't care about you. Anyway, I won't join any organization. It's better to be alone."
Sood stood up and said coldly: "If you don't join the organization, then I will have no choice but to kill you and the people related to you. The safety of the organization is above all else. So, please consider it carefully."
Zhuoran looked at Soder coldly, with a strong look of disdain, "I'm not bragging, Zhuoran, but just by you, the Great Magister Soder, you may not be able to kill me."
Sood looked at Zhuo Ran with a gloomy face. Heavy earth magic power had already been condensed in his hands. At this moment, a person hidden in the dark that Zhuo Ran sensed came out.
"Leader." Sood dispersed the magic power in his hand and said respectfully.
The person who came was a middle-aged man, with a medium to thin build, who looked kind and gentle, but Zhuo Ran felt that something was wrong with this man.
The man called the leader said harmoniously: "Young man, do you feel uncomfortable with the breath on my body?"
Zhuo Ran nodded calmly.
The leader said: "Here I am just a 'thought body' condensed by magic and mental power. My combat effectiveness is almost zero, and I am not a body of flesh and blood, so I feel very uncomfortable."
Extraordinarily clear.
When Sood was about to open his mouth, the leader waved his hand and said: "Sword, stop talking. I already know about him. And I know more than you do. The captain of the Apocalypse Team, Zoran Kate."
Zhuoran nodded and said, "What do you want to do?"
The leader shook his head, and when he moved a little louder, he could see faint rays of light coming through.
"I won't hurt you. I just want to know, what do you think of 'god'?"
Zhuo Ran glanced at the little beauty and said, "She should know that I once filled out a form in her hand and it was clearly written on it."
The little beauty whispered: "Chief, he is a faithless person."
The leader nodded, looked at the little beauty and said: "Yumei, you should study hard. You are still only at the level of a senior magician, and your progress is too slow."
The little beauty is called Youmei.
"Chief, I've worked very hard." Youmei protested softly, pouting.
Zhuoran looked at Youmei in surprise. He never realized that this childlike and ruthless little loli was actually a second-level advanced magician. He was really a bit blind. Or did he automatically ignore the beauty when he saw it? He was
I sighed in my heart, feeling so sad and speechless.
Zhuoran sat on a chair and waited quietly for the leader to announce his home status.
The leader turned around and walked to the living room and sat down, saying: "Zhuoran, you are a young man and you may not know much. This complicated world, this world with countless powerful beings, is not a world where the ignorant are fearless, nor is it a small world.
The world of a young boy."
"You may not be able to understand the mystery of this world now. However, I can tell you clearly. This world is full of traps and crises. As long as you make a wrong step, you will never be able to turn around."
Zhuoran stood up slowly, pulled up his robe in a pretentious manner, and walked away with an indifferent expression. He had been waiting for such a conference, but what he was waiting for was a sermon, what is this? Zhuoran was speechless.
He didn't even have the interest to look at the middle-aged leader and Soder now. He hated the shameless old guys who relied on their old age the most in his life. When he was on Earth, he was killed by such a group of old guys. How could he still be here?
Do you want to join in stupidly? Isn't that a mentally retarded behavior?
The middle-aged leader was obviously not a broad-minded person, and his face had darkened, looking gloomy and terrifying. I bet his amiable appearance was all fake.
But Sword could no longer hold back. The magic power in his hand was condensed, and he wanted to swing it out several times, but he was waiting for the leader's order.
Zhuoran chuckled and said: "A group of ignorant people. A group of timid people. A group of people who have lost their direction. You are a group of pathetic people." After saying this, Zhuoran strode towards the exit.
People have lost interest. Originally, he thought there was still a chance to learn about some hidden forces, but now it seems that everything is false. He can only go down this road by himself and lead the Apocalypse team.
"Chief!" Thord shouted softly.
The middle-aged man shook his head and said solemnly: "Ignore him. A young man can't make big waves!"
"Where is the Dharma Book handed down from ancient times?"
"No, no one can untie that thing now, and it's useless to hold it."
Sood looked at Zhuo Ran who had already left the house unwillingly, feeling angry but helpless. He did not dare to take action because this was the imperial capital, and the other reason was that the leader was here and he needed orders.
Zhuoran looked back, sneered, and said loudly: "Can people without courage still see the sun tomorrow?"
It was already midnight when he returned to the hotel, and Zhuo Ran didn't harass the two women. He had some things that needed to be taken care of.
Zhuo Ran was lying on the bed, opening his eyes and thinking about the things he had encountered recently, and he couldn't help but become more and more worried about the future.
"As I thought, there are countless forces in this world, openly, secretly, and very secretly. They have various goals. However, in my opinion, they all want to obtain this
It’s just the initiative of the world!”
"The leader I met today is definitely not weak in strength, and he also rules an organization. Judging from the bard's demeanor, their organization should not be welcomed by the church, so they must have been hiding!"
"If there is one, there must be two, and there must be three or four. Then there are definitely many such organizations, and they all have some grudges against the church."
"However, the leader's demeanor just now is obviously not someone who wants to do big things, so there is no need to pay too much attention to it."
"What I should be guarding against now is the revenge of the Ice Flame Mercenary Group and the Duke of Kelader's Palace. The assassins last night were probably sent by the Duke's Palace. Now that I have completely broken with Soder, then the revenge of the past few days
There must be a lot of guys."
Zhuoran turned sideways, and the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. Strength, or strength, in the final analysis is a question of strength. The more he wanted to become stronger quickly, become a peak existence, and be intimidating to everyone!
However, he knows very well that this takes time. Everything needs time to settle and accumulate, and trying to encourage others is just self-destruction.