The red-haired ghost looked down at the crumbling little girl under the throne. His translucent palms gently tapped the armrests of the high-backed chair, and weak flames followed and jumped, as if telling an unknown music.
"Who are you?"
After a brief moment of fear, Bernadette calmly examined the spirit body in front of her that she could not see clearly.
She smelled a familiar scent on this handsome young man.
Although she is different from the "Hidden Sage" who has been trying to catch up with her, the marks left by the fire and gun smoke on her body are like the absolute truth forever hidden deep in the deep purple prying eyes.
A being who once contained uniqueness?
"My name, why should I tell you?"
Medici kept his leisurely movements, not as if his real fingers were crossing the void, and gently lit a cigarette.
White mist flowed between her fingers, covering her face.
"As a 'Peeper', a saint with corresponding materials, you can't even guess my name. Let me tell you, the two low-sequence guys who came before are more talented than you. "
"Has anyone been here before?"
Bernadette ignored the sarcasm in the other person's words, but grabbed another question, and secretly added a label to this strange ghost in her heart.
"hunter".
"That's right, two little guys who walked up to me without knowing anything."
The projection on the throne is still smoking leisurely, but the Medici body deeper inside is not so elegant.
She is different from the two "inmates" trapped in her own body.
After learning the truth, the long period of darkness had worn away most of her interest in the battle between time and mortal world.
If the previous rhetoric and the blasphemous card engraved with the complete formula of "Red Priest" can be used to deceive the little guy who doesn't know much about secrets.
But facing the famous "Peeper" saint who is famous for his erudition, Medici hoped that he could enjoy the rare peace for a while more, instead of trying to trade with the other party at the risk of completely dissipating.
"But she has the characteristics of the 'Pale Emperor'!"
"Don't you know what this means?"
The spirits of Sauron and Einhorn entangled her limbs, trying to drag Medici, who was slumped in a chair, to the door.
"So what? There are already three of us, so it's not too crowded?"
"Do you have to bring that damn cold-blooded reptile Sasril in to cool yourself down?"
War Angel let out a disdainful laugh, and beat his corpse's chest mercilessly. The two spiritual bodies connected to the pitch black crystal almost disappeared.
She raised her hand slightly, and the projection on the throne in the hall outside immediately extinguished the cigarette in her hand. She looked at the little girl in front of her and raised her eyebrows.
"If I read it correctly just now, you were thrown in by a 'demon'?"
Bernadette, who was looking for the exit of this hall, withdrew her gaze from the huge stone door in the distance and said softly but without emotion:
"do not you?"
Visible to the naked eye, the strange ghost on the throne froze.
"Oh, rhetorical questions can sometimes deceive something, but it also depends on who your opponent is, little guy."
In the tomb, with the help of the gray mist remaining in the corpse, Medici pressed the heads of Sauron and Einhorn, looking at Bernadette from the projection feedback with interest, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
Another good prospect for a 'Hunter'.
To be honest, this rich little girl is indeed more interesting than the two little ghosts with "secret" behind her last time.
Seeing her carefully looking at the decoration of the mausoleum, the projection on the throne pushed her long, tarnished red hair behind her ears and lowered her crossed legs.
"You seem interested in this place?"
"Fourth Age buildings, the highest level of ceremonial decoration, and double thrones." Bernadette paused, then said in a dreamy tone, "I never thought that I would leave a 'Black Emperor'
The tomb is so close.”
"oh."
The red-haired ghost raised her chin slightly, and the looming arc at the corner of her mouth gradually became more real, but combined with her contemptuous look, that smile was definitely not praising Bernadette's agility.
"The mausoleum of the 'Black Emperor'? Don't be ridiculous. This is just a fake built by two losers before they broke up. No 'Black Emperor' has ever ruled here."
With obvious disgust in her tone, Bernadette silently repeated the other party's complaints in her mind, cutting out a few important words.
"Two losers", "fake", "no 'Black Emperor' has ever ruled."
"Is this a United Kingdom building?"
Bernadette suppressed her emotional excitement, but some fluctuations could already be heard in her soft voice.
A ghost of the "Hunter" path, and extremely hostile to the United Dynasty.
She quickly weighed her gains and losses, and in the end, the confidence given to her by several zero-level sealed objects on her body still drove her to open the Eye of Secret.
In the distorted vision, there is a larger space standing behind the throne on the stone platform, and in the depths, a spirit that is far more real than the shadow in front of him is smiling faintly at himself.
Nod.
The black boots made a soft sound on the ground, and the bright red blood stained the light brown coat, leaving a stain.
Two traces of blood left from the corners of her eyes, and Bernadette closed her eyes tightly.
"It's not a good habit to pry into other people's privacy. Didn't your father teach you that?"
Seeing the miserable condition of the little girl in front of him, Medici felt even happier.
The pale face and facial features glanced stubbornly to the side, holding back the pain, which indeed made her very happy.
"Are you the ancestor of the Medici family?"
Bernadette squeezed out a name that had almost been forgotten by the world through her teeth, and the ghost on the high platform was stunned.
He actually guessed it... Medici in the tomb had a complicated look on his face, and he punched Sauron and Einhorn in the head without being noticed.
"very smart."
Her attitude was no longer cynical, and the projection in the hall slowly stood up. Gorgeous "flowers" bloomed in the air around her, and the flames swayed accordingly.
"You were sealed here by the 'Blood Emperor' Tuduo."
This time Bernadette's tone was extremely affirmative, and her blue eyes that she barely opened looked fearlessly at Medici from above.
"Yes, it seems that I have wronged you. You are indeed an excellent 'Peeper'." Medici moved his wrist, and his movements gradually synchronized with the body in the tomb, "But I am more curious, where did you come from?
How do you know this?"
Her sharp eyes swept down, but the thin spirituality in her body was obviously not very convincing.
"My...father, he was also an emperor."
After hesitating again and again, when she said the unfamiliar word again, Bernadette found that it was not as difficult as she had imagined.
"He also secretly built such tombs, and after his death, the Church of the God of the Sun and Steam destroyed eight of them."
"Then he has another chance."
Whether it was the body in the tomb or the projection in front of them, they all lowered their heads, thinking about the huge amount of information in this sentence.
After so many years in the outside world, there is now another "Black Emperor"?
Damn it, I should have left that little guy behind and asked about the situation in the outside world.
Medici, who had been quarreling in the tomb with his two old rivals for more than a thousand years, was hungry for information from the outside world for the first time.
She glanced at Bernadette, who had expectations in her eyes, and said deliberately:
"A new 'Black Emperor', is your father Augustus or Castile?"
There were still traces of blood on her cheeks, and a trace of disgust flashed through Bernadette.
"No, my father is Russell Gustav."
Russell Gustav... chewing on this somewhat unfamiliar name, Medici searched for the dusty memories, his expression became increasingly weird.
"Russell Gustave...are you talking about him?"
She casually snapped her fingers, and a card slowly emerged from the flames at her fingertips.
In the center of the dark plaque, a man wearing a rich costume and a crown looks down haughtily at the blank space below him.
The maker of this card turned out to be a "Black Emperor"?
"Yes."
Although she was on guard, when she saw the "Red Priest" card, Bernadette still had a trace of genuine surprise on her face.
This is not like the work of a "Black Emperor", at least the "Black Emperor" does not have such ability... Medici looked at this card that was not of much use to him again, and scanned the hall again
After a few glances at Bernadette, she burst out laughing.
If she guessed correctly, this so-called Russell Gustav was also a ruthless man who was desperate to survive, a lunatic just like Tudor!
I just don’t know who she stepped on to ascend to the throne of God... Turning her wrist slightly, the opened "Red Priest" card was suddenly inserted at Bernadette's feet.
Facing the little girl's surprised gaze, Medici lightly shrugged.
"This card, everything about the 'Black Emperor', and two remnant souls of angels at the first level..."
"Little girl, are you willing to cooperate?"
............
The colorful building blocks were suspended in the air. The Archbishop of the Church of Steam in Backlund, Horamick Haydn, who had just arrived from the laboratory, inserted his right hand back into his arm. The fingernails of his left hand were separated, and the green laser was flashing.
The prepared document was signed with a cursive signature.
"You will deliver this document to MI9. We will voluntarily give up the pursuit of the stolen eucalyptus, and at the same time request MI9 to assist in investigating the riot this morning."
Max, who was standing aside, suddenly raised his lowered head and looked at the document in his hand in disbelief, his hands trembling.
"Your Majesty the Archbishop, but that bookmark, Ender and Cullivan..."
There was no emotion on Horamik's kind and gentle face. He stared at the bookshelf in the restored study room behind him, and his eyes stopped on the ridge of the book.
"This matter will be handed over to the church for covert investigation, and the members responsible for the security of this exhibition will not bear any responsibility."
He looked back at Max, who looked puzzled, and sighed softly.
"There is no need for you to blame yourself for shortcomings that are beyond your capabilities."