Tristan left, but Klein's mood could not be calmed for a long time.
Fireflies in the night... He recalled what Tristan had just explained, and smiled silently. The smile was full of bitterness, and flesh and blood surged on the thin cheeks. The lines on his face were slow and smooth, adding a bit of elven features.
But generally there is no change.
If I had to say it, it's just that Hermann's features have quietly disappeared, replaced by the growth and a little bit of mediocrity after the ravages of time.
This is Zhou Mingrui from the old days, an ordinary person who has passed away.
It had been more than half a month since he learned part of the truth about the world. To say that what Antigonus revealed was all that the "Secret" concealed, Klein simply couldn't believe it.
He knew very well that there were many secrets hidden from him in this world, such as the Heavenly Lord, the stars, and the underground.
There is no oil in this world, the starry sky is full and the moon is blood red, and all the weirdness it shows are incompatible with that era that has been buried. Only the geographical environment is not too different. Even after experiencing the end of the world and the war between gods, the landforms of the previous era have been maintained.
What the outline looks like.
"When I woke up, everything changed." Klein muttered to himself, walked to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, and groped his chin with his palms.
After watching it quietly for a long time, Klein let out a long sigh, wiped his face with his palm, and turned back into a cold and crazy adventurer.
He walked out of the room, knocked on Daniz's door, and said coldly, ignoring the panicked expression of the sleeping pirate lying on the bed:
"Remember to keep in touch and collect intelligence. I'll go out for a walk."
...
In an abandoned city-state, an old man and a young man with exaggerated heights walked on the street, looking at their own reflections in the dull eyes of pedestrians beside them, and couldn't help but feel chilled.
"Chief, the bell tower is in front of you."
Derrick, holding the "Silent One" sword, stood ready, looking up at the only intact bell tower in the city-state, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Don't be too hasty and look for any hidden entrances nearby."
Colin moved the gravel on the ground with his long sword, and searched the floor with his eyes, looking for a possible secret door.
"Shall we go in directly after we find it?"
"First check if there are any other dangers." Colin, who had slightly messy silver hair, glanced at Derrick, "Then we will meet with Lovia. As long as we avoid the effect of the sealed object and don't deliberately stimulate it, it should be enough."
The minimum standard for multiplayer exploration.”
Derrick listened to the chief's instructions and rolled his eyes. After struggling for a while, he finally expressed his worries.
"But, I heard that 'divineers' are good at disguise. If the team explores together, will they be used by that sealed artifact..."
As he spoke, he suddenly realized something and couldn't help but take a few steps back in the opposite direction of Colin.
Colin looked at the worried Derrick, with a slight smile on his lips, and the two long swords he held spread out to both sides.
"If I guess correctly, although the sealed artifact may have a certain degree of self-awareness, it will not be able to move at will. Otherwise, it will take measures when we first enter the city-state."
"After the team enters the city-state, they act together. Even if someone is controlled, they can be discovered immediately."
Colin pointed in the direction shrouded in mist, which was the other side of the city-state, where there were no stationary pedestrians and the direction of the back door was filled with bones and ruins.
"And the radiation range of this sealed object should only cover half of the city-state at most. It's probably no problem to enter through the back door."
"The only danger is that there are still many monsters left there, and we may encounter monsters transformed from the original residents of this city-state."
"monster?"
Derrick looked confused. He couldn't figure out where the chief's judgments came from.
Even Mr. "The Fool" never mentioned these contents, only saying that "what you see may not be true."
"That's right." Colin suddenly became talkative and explained while being alert, "Do you think there's anything wrong with those bones on the street just now?"
"Of course there are questions..." Derrick subconsciously wanted to answer, but suddenly fell silent.
Yes, the corpse that the chief brought back from the back door showed abnormal characteristics, and even looked like a kind of weird wolf monster's skeleton after death, but the normal-looking "pedestrians" left at the city gate just now
The bones underneath also had this kind of mutation, but it was less obvious, just like some of the deformed babies that were occasionally born after Silver City swallowed monster flesh for too long.
Thinking of this, Derrick felt his back feel sticky. He reached out and touched it, only to find that his back was already wet with cold sweat.
The entire city-state can't be polluted, right?
Click.
There was a soft sound, and Colin easily picked up the stone with the long sword in his hand. The noise brought Derrick back to his thoughts.
There was an imperceptible coldness in the gaps between the rubble and messy floor. Just as Derrick wanted to take a closer look, the long sword in Colin's hand was tainted with a layer of morning light, and a storm transformed into brilliance erupted in a small area, and pieces were made of pure halo.
The transformed fragments were blown by the strong wind and split the floor, revealing a huge space under the stone bricks.
At the same time, the bell tower standing not far away once again condensed with starlight. Colin, who had been prepared for a long time, his face condensed, and he stepped beside Derrick with a deep voice, and touched his chest with his left hand.
"Shine."
Derrick was stunned for a moment, but his body reflexively emitted a huge amount of sunlight, illuminating the ruins.
A burst of white light exploded in Colin's hand, and the spiritual wall collapsed silently. As the hands of the pocket watch ticked, time in this area began to flow backwards.
Outside where Colin and Derrick were standing, disintegrated rubble flew up out of the air. The dilapidated building became intact in just a few seconds. The dazzling starlight was also stillborn. It dimly extinguished before showing any strangeness, revealing
At the top of the bell tower was the sculpture that replaced the big bell.
Derrick, who supported the "Light of Purification", did not dare to look directly at the starlight, so he had to fix his eyes on Colin.
He watched in horror as several new traces of age appeared on the chief's already wrinkled cheeks, and his silver hair became even drier. In the few seconds that the hands moved, the chief seemed to have aged a few years more.
Stained with a hint of turbidity.
"Your Excellency?"
Derrick's voice trembled, but Colin acted as if nothing was wrong, making sure that the gap he opened on the ground was not closed, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
This kind of adventure with blind eyes is indeed not very friendly to an old man like him.
"It seems that your previous guess was correct." He took a deep breath, his fingers moved quickly on the surface of the pocket watch, and the wall of spirituality closed the pocket watch again.
"As long as you avoid the induction of the sealed object and activate the sealed object as soon as possible, you can avoid the occurrence of mutations."
He had just confirmed with his own body that the sealed objects hidden somewhere in the city-state were only at the saint level, and as long as they did not cause any changes, they were within his tolerance.
"Let's go back, inform Lovia, and explore from behind this time."
...
W in East Chester County wants reinforcements from Backlund Parish?
Mr. A at the desk was reading the letters sent by his colleagues, and his eyebrows, which were softer than those of women, suddenly frowned.
W is not only incompetent, but also does not understand the overall situation. After the great smog, the Aurora Backlund Parish has been facing the double blow of the Church of Storms and MI9. It has been unable to protect believers and expand the church. How can it be divided into several people?
Where is he going?
If Lord Tristan had not gone to sea, he could still consider it, but now because Lord Tristan's airborne landing has angered the "Saint of Secrets" and the "Saint of Darkness" has not yet returned, he is almost the only one in Backlund Parish.
Support, I really can’t squeeze out more strength.
Thinking of this, Mr. A couldn't help but rub his temples so hard that his knuckles turned white as if he was trying to pierce his head.
"Lord God's Envoy."
A timid female voice broke the silence of the dim room. Mr. A put down his finger and looked away with blood-red eyes.
A girl whose whole body was hidden under a robe stood at the door, her hood lowered behind her head, holding a few pieces of tissue paper in her hands.
Mr. A looked at the girl who he had personally rescued from the smog and had recently become a "Secret Prayer", and he tried to make his expression as gentle as possible without being very skilled.
"What's wrong?"
Freya suppressed the fear in his eyes, trying not to recall the horrifying scene of the divine envoy crushing the two priests' internal organs, lowered his head and replied:
"Just now, several compatriots at the dock sent back news that they discovered a wild 'Rose Bishop'."
Freya, who had just become an Extraordinary, did not understand the meaning of this term. He only knew that the terrifying bishops in the "church" were called this.
"Wild 'Rose Bishop'?" Mr. A raised his eyebrows in surprise.
He yelled, and the slightly cruel smile on his lips showed that he was very interested in this unexpected news, which frightened Freya and quietly took a step back.
"I see."
Mr. A, who found the opportunity, decisively threw W's letter aside.
"I will handle this matter myself."
...
In the public cemetery on the outskirts of Backlund, Dorian's eyes were lowered. Facing the two tombstones side by side in front of him, there was sadness on his face.
Buried here were his distant brother and sister-in-law. He had not seen them for decades, but when they saw each other again, they could only meet in this form. A sense of sadness filled his chest.
Is this the fate of the Abraham family, that they can only quietly walk into the pile of old memories, or betray the glory of their ancestors, and change their paths and surnames to survive under the protection of other beings?
Alas... Just as Dorian was lamenting, his spirit suddenly trembled, leading him to look behind him.
I saw a tall lady wearing a thin windbreaker and brown sunglasses walking from a distance carrying a bouquet of white flowers, looking at me in astonishment.
The lady walked near Lao Boluo's grave, looked at Dorian up and down, and said tentatively:
"Sir, what is your relationship with Mrs. Anlisa?"
She was slightly wary, but obviously didn't think too deeply about it.
Dorian adjusted his expression and turned on his spiritual vision silently. He was surprised by the flash of spiritual light on the wrist of the woman in front of him, and at the same time, he dealt with it carefully:
"I am Anlisa's husband—Lao Boluo's brother. I haven't received any news from them, so I wanted to come to Backlund to have a look. I didn't expect that they have already..."
Having said this, Dorian closed his mouth cautiously, sighing softly with half-disguised, half-sincere sadness.
The woman opposite, Forsi, opened her mouth slightly and subconsciously comforted:
"I didn't expect that, I'm sorry."
Dorian didn't pay much attention, smiled reluctantly, and mentioned to Forsi casually:
"Are you an acquaintance of theirs?"
"Mrs. Anlisa helped me a lot." Forsi gently placed the white flowers in his hand in front of Anlisa's tomb, then carefully divided a bunch and gave it to Roberto who was standing aside.
"She is a very kind lady."
"Then can you tell me about their last few years?"
Their experiences in the last few years... Forsi rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and smiled slightly when he thought of the suspected Abraham family behind Anlisa.
"no problem."
She quickly thought about what could be said and what could not be said. She felt the coldness brought by the bracelet on her wrist. She was about to recite the honorable name of "The Fool" silently in her mind. She paused for a moment and then recalled His Highness Ambrosius.
's honorable name.
To be honest, she was still a little afraid of that great being. In comparison, although Roman Ambrosius was also aloof, he seemed much easier to get close to.
"There is a nice cafe nearby, let's go there and talk."
Forsi pointed to a sign outside the cemetery that was shrouded in light fog, smiling kindly.
There were relatively few people in that cafe, so even if something happened, it wouldn't attract too many people's attention.
...
Coal Regime, Tula Institute.
The largest local Ford mining area is not as noisy as in the past. The huge mining area is silent. The boss and steward in expensive formal clothes are walking in the mining area, looking arrogantly at the miners nearby who are blackened by coal ash and have evil eyes, and loudly question
Author:
"Tell me, who is colluding with the cult?"
He was followed by several middle-aged men dressed as police officers. The leading police inspector in a black and white checkered uniform was just like the housekeeper, with a bloated figure. Looking at the piles of flesh on his face, you can tell that the quality of life is good.
Unlike Backlund and other inland cities, the unimaginably profitable coal mining industry here has exacerbated the imbalance between rich and poor in Tulasuo, and collusion between mine owners and official agencies is commonplace.
Even though the Chinese New Year was about to come, the butler, who was wearing a fat body and a formal suit and was going through the rounds of questioning, still felt inexplicably hot. He wished he could immediately seize a few culprits and hand them over to the police inspector so that he could go home early and enjoy himself.
Why doesn't he know that the person who colludes with the so-called cult is his boss? The target group of the Aurora Society has always been hard-working workers. Only these groups who have a difficult life and cannot get special care from the church will easily convert.
It's just that this time it was really unlucky. Some bastard was causing trouble in the mining area. Rumors about the original haunting spread and alarmed the diocese's bishop, which exposed this fact.
Among the people pushing and shoving, Bruce Walker looked coldly at the butler with an extraordinary face, quietly took a few steps back, smearing soot on his face to make himself look as inconspicuous as possible.
He was originally an extraordinary person and could not withstand the investigation of the church, not to mention his identity in the Southern Continent. He could easily be betrayed by the co-workers around him and be used as a scapegoat by the housekeeper and the police inspector.
Once the church seriously interrogates, those fools' attempt to get away with it will come true.
Although Bruce looked down on the people of the Northern Continent, he would send these most evil-minded guys to meet their master if he had the chance, but he never thought about actively causing trouble, let alone giving them free merit.
Haha... Watching Bruce retreating behind the crowd, standing at the top of the mine and looking down at the whole place, the man in a maroon coat chuckled and disappeared.