The fat butler was still yelling, but Bruce took this opportunity to push him out of the crowd. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he jumped lightly and got into the mine behind him.
"Werewolf" not only has sharp claws, but also moves silently like a real beast.
I will be leaving Tula in the next few days. The affairs of the Aurora Society and the mining area have been exposed. The church in the Northern Continent, especially the believers of Storm, will definitely spare no effort to inspect the mining area. I don’t have much time left...
.Bruce, who is experienced in escaping, simply does not dare to bet on the almost ethereal possibility.
To be honest, he didn't think Aurora was a sinister organization.
Compared to the current Rose School of Thought dominated by the indulgent sect, and the "Righteous God" Church that has committed numerous evil deeds in the Northern Continent, in his eyes, the Aurora Society, which constantly creates troubles for the sun and storms, is surprisingly cute.
I just don’t know how Aurora will react. I hope those lunatics won’t plan a terrorist attack out of the blue, otherwise I might not even be able to escape Tula.
The dark and lightless mine became darker and darker as we walked. In order to hide his true appearance, Bruce even took the risk of "werewolf" body, and groped his way through the rugged mine with all four limbs.
The exits of the mines here are two-way. As long as you go straight forward, you will see another exit, which faces the back half of the mine and there is no one there.
The wolf's paws made a squeaking sound when stepping on the broken cinders. Bruce carefully watched his steps, looked at the soft ground in front of him, and stepped on it tentatively.
Half-suspended in the shadow, Xuan Huan looked at the creeping werewolf. He snorted softly, and the darkness stepped on by the wolf's claws suddenly came to life. A tentacle of shadows and darkness rose from the ground, firmly locking the werewolf's back.
With a sharp twitch of his claws, he lifted up the behemoth, which was more than two meters tall.
The dark tentacles flowed as fast as if they were alive. Before Bruce, who had reacted hastily, could swing his body, it swam straight up along the wolf's fur and towards his neck.
The mellow singing sounded softly, and the simple tune caressed the blood and resentment in the mine, dragging Bruce's tense nerves slowly towards sleep.
Dark night...of the church?
The werewolf whose neck was twisted by the tentacles had a ferocious look on his face, and his eyes were wide open. Finally, he couldn't resist the singing that seemed to come from afar. His eyelids dropped, and he lost consciousness in the struggle.
Hidden in the shadows, Dunn took off the ring on his right middle finger, jumped down from a corner diagonally above the mine, and silently detonated the sleeping spell he had prepared in advance before taking control of the "darkness" and letting go of Bruce who was hanging upside down in the air.
His hands groped around Bruce's body for a while, and he took out a wrinkled ID from the dyed black work clothes.
Bruce Walker?
Tulasuo City will issue identity certificates to some miners, but Bruce, who looks like he is from the Southern Continent, obviously does not receive this kind of treatment. This certificate is just a forged identity certificate that he paid to get when he entered the Loen Kingdom, and there are several pieces attached to it.
A boat ticket.
However, Dunn just scanned it briefly and determined that these tickets were also fake.
Nothing else, it's just that the route taken together by these tickets is too normal, not a route that a fugitive would choose.
A lone Southern Continentalist, and a "different species", he doesn't look like a lunatic from the Rose School... Dunn put away his ID, put on the ring again, dragged Bruce into the shadows,
He will take this person back to the hotel he rented and hold a ceremony to pray to His Highness Edmund to confirm the other person's identity.
...
Forsi was sitting in a booth of the cafe, taking off his brown sunglasses and putting them on the inside of his coat, looking out the window at the passers-by intentionally or unintentionally.
Very good, there is no one here. Even if something happens, it will not attract the attention of the official extraordinary people.
Forsi nodded slightly and smiled.
"Old sir, you haven't told me your name yet."
Opposite Dorian, who was secretly stroking the crystal ball under the table, smiled calmly and said:
"Dorian."
He did not mention his own name. After all, after the Abraham family was split into various small families, they chose different fake surnames. He and Lao Boluo were not related by blood, and the two did not have the same surname.
Originally, this task should have been carried out by Roberto's brother Lawrence. Unfortunately, Lawrence is ill and may not be able to last this week.
Thinking of this, Dorian inevitably thought of the sufferings of the Abraham family over the years.
He calmed down a little before continuing:
"Ms. Wall, can you tell me how you met Anlisa?"
Forsi had already mentioned that before she met Mrs. Anlisa, her husband had already died of illness.
"I turned out to be a doctor, and I happened to take care of Mrs. Anlisa." Forsi's eyes not only showed the habitual laziness, but also looked a little dark as he recalled his chance encounter with the extraordinary experience.
"I was alone at that time, and so was Mrs. Anlisa. Maybe this is the intersection of fate that often occurs in novels?"
"In short, two lonely people met each other and got to know each other easily."
Forsi narrowed his eyes slightly, shook off the lingering melancholy, and spoke out his temptation.
"Speaking of which, Mrs. Anlisa is also a senior occult enthusiast, which is the same as me. We have a common topic. This may be one of the reasons why we are talking about speculation."
Occult science?
Dorian almost frowned.
He didn't expect that Anlisa would reveal the contents of occult knowledge to a stranger.
I don’t know what Anlisa said or whether she exposed the existence of her family.
He has already determined that the young lady in front of him is an extraordinary person. With Anlisa's kindness, it is absolutely impossible to hand over a magical item with side effects to others. She can only entrust it to the inheritance of her own extraordinary characteristics at the end of her life.
Or, it may be taken away by someone with intentions.
Is this young lady the former or the former?
Dorian's smile remained unchanged, but his speaking speed slowed down a lot, as if he was deep in thought.
"I didn't expect that Anlisa was still studying occultism. I thought I was the only one who retained this hobby."
"Are you also a fan of mysticism?" Forsi followed closely and immediately showed his nature.
"Of course, both Lao Boluo and I." Dorian put his hands on the table, dipped his fingers into the coffee beside him, and wrote a few simple Hermetic words.
"We have always been interested in occultism, and we even joined some interest groups. But after so many years, when we get older and say that we like occultism, it feels a bit..."
Looking at the words "Erudition", "Glory" and other words, Forsi almost recited the honorable name of His Highness Ambrosius.
No way, she was too familiar with these words. In those classics from the Abraham family, these adjectives would always appear in the prefaces and annotations praising Abraham. The editor simply regarded these words as unique pronouns for Abraham.
.
"Then can I share mystical knowledge with you?"
Forsi looked away.
"Ever since Mrs. Anlisa returned to the kingdom of the goddess of the night, I have never met a friend with similar interests."
"My roommate who I share a house with is not interested in these either. He is always keen on chasing money and excitement."
I'm sorry, Xio... Forsi confessed quietly, and then added some jealousy:
"You don't know what kind of torture this is. Although we have a good relationship, we can't always share our hobbies."
Dorian couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He stared at his slightly cloudy eyes for a while and took out the pen and paper from his arms.
"I understand very well."
"But I won't stay in Backlund for long. This is my address. You can send your letter here and we can share our experiences through letters."
He handed the paper with the address written on it to Forsi. Of course, the address on it was not his own, but that of a young man named Yin Wensi.
He is a Sequence Five, enough to deal with ordinary dangers.
"What an honor." Forsi took the paper and glanced at it hastily.
Pulitzer Harbour, 61 Vanilla Street...not too far away.
...
"...the great Roman Ambrosius."
"Your Highness Ambrosius, I discovered an extraordinary person who is suspected to be a descendant of Abraham and obtained an address. I pray for your revelation..."
Forsi, who was separated from Dorian, stood on a street corner, his lips twitching slightly as he prayed to the great being behind his name.
She waited silently for a while, but received no response.
"Is it false? That Mr. Dorian is not an extraordinary person?"
Forsi tilted his head and stopped a carriage. He thought for a while and then gave up.
Whatever, I have already reported it to His Highness Ambrosius anyway, this is not something that a Sequence Eight should have a headache for me.
Alas, what should I eat tonight? Hugh has been cooking mashed potatoes for three days in a row. If I eat any more, I will turn into a potato!
We must go out to eat tonight... Looking forward to the big meal in the evening, Forsi touched his lower abdomen, and when the driver was not paying attention, he slumped on the backrest without any image.
...
Members of the family of Abraham...
Ambrosius looked at the smiling Son of God across from him and continued to drink the coffee that was on his lips.
In fact, I was still a little surprised. After all, in the small gathering convened by the Lord, many people knew his name, but this was the first one to recite it.
"Who was praying to you just now?" Amon took a sip of sweet ice tea, and his smile became brighter. "In the past two hundred years, have there been any believers in 'Mystery'?"
Ambrosius vigilantly checked his thoughts, and after finding that they had not been stolen, he said:
"A little guy."
"Huh?" Amon's eyes lit up, "Little guy?"
"Is it the one I think of?"
"My 'little uncle'?"
"Of course not." Finally he couldn't drink the coffee anymore. Ambrosius simply loosened his hands and leaned on his back leisurely, as if he had given up resistance.
I don’t know what happened to Amon recently. He suddenly became very fond of visiting relatives and friends, looking for old guys who had already stepped onto the stage of history, and only looking for those older than himself.
Ambrosius did not have a good impression of the Son of God. As early as when she was still a "wanderer", the Son of God, who was born as the King of Angels, made a famous name by pranking his "nanny" Medici.
.
And only Sequence 2 Roman is very self-aware. If he hadn't been the Lord's first student, Amon would not have maintained the last trace of respect.
Otherwise, why didn't she find Edmund? The two of them were about the same generation. After more than a thousand years, Edmund was no longer a child.
"Let me guess, is it about Medici or Abraham?"
Seeing that Ambrosius remained silent, Amon was not angry at being disturbed. He pushed up his monocle and smiled evilly.
She observed Ambrosius's expression and raised her eyebrows slightly.
"It seems I guessed it right?"
"Since I am a little guy, although I am qualified to contact you directly, I don't know those old things. So it's the Abraham family?"
Ambrosius still refused to speak, considering whether to pray to the Lord now and report that the homeless people were hindering his work.
"Don't be so heartless, we have known each other for thousands of years." Amon's smile softened a little, and his black eyes were filled with false sincerity, "Besides, Bethel is also an old friend of everyone, so it is normal for me to care about the younger generation.
"
"My student met a member of the Abraham family, who may only be Sequence Seven. Are you interested in this too?"
Ambrosius avoided those black eyes and made random remarks.
Of course Forsi is not considered her student, but it is more likely that Amon will not pursue it, and the "apprentice" is not her snack.
student?
Amon hid the brilliance in his eyes and decided to go and see this lucky man when he had the opportunity in the future.
She casually changed the topic of the moment and talked about another matter as if by accident.
"By the way, do you know that those pirate generals are very interested in the Spiritual Order's documents and a key recently?"
"These are all trivial matters. You should ask Edmund." Ambrosius raised his eyebrows.
Yes, that's right, if you are interested in this kind of thing, just go find Edmund and don't bother me.
"A trivial matter?" Amon shouted, his voice deliberately drawn out.
She kept a mysterious smile and sighed.
"As expected of an angel who has lived for thousands of years, the key to the land abandoned by God is a trivial matter in your eyes."
"What?"
Amon ignored the suddenly serious Ambrosius and continued:
"The key was obtained by a Betrayal Dragon believer who called himself 'Vice Admiral Iceberg'. There was a pirate on her ship. You know, I am very interested in these snacks."
"Anyway, when one of my clones was about to devour the 'Fire Thief', they happened to catch up with them in class."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, after so many years, if that key hadn't been so unique, I might not have recognized it."
Ambrosius sat up and didn't think about why the pirates were in class, his thoughts were racing.
The key to the God's Forsaken Land has always been one of the focuses of the gods' attention. How could such a thing fall into the hands of a pirate general? How could it not be noticed by the night and wisdom?
The only possibility she could think of was that this was also a part of the true God's tacit approval, and the driving force behind it was most likely the God of Wisdom and Knowledge.
What is Herabergen doing? Doesn't she know that the Lord is interested in the key?
"By the way, let me tell you another news, although you may already know it." At some point, the smile on Amon's face disappeared, replaced by a strange gloom.
"My 'little uncle' is also at sea. If Banxi hadn't made such a big fuss, I wouldn't have discovered him."
"Guess whether Herabergen will also find out about this."