Youdao is justifiable, and the Archbishop has struggled to cover up Victor Frankenstein over the years. At this time, the statement put forward by Fang Linyan broke through his rigid thinking mode and found a clue to whiten his operation.
of dawn.
However, this also made Fang Linyan's position in Archbishop Molegni's heart even more important, because he now knew too much.
If Archbishop Molegni hadn't known very well that Fang Linyan came alone, he probably had a back-up plan, so he didn't dare to take the risk, otherwise he would have been silenced... But, if he just let him go,
If so, it's absolutely impossible.
Therefore, Archbishop Molegni smiled kindly and said:
"Do you know the truth now?"
Fang Linyan said:
"Yes, I understand."
Archbishop Molegni said calmly:
"I said before, if you know the truth, then you have to do something for me."
"I originally thought you were a very capable person and wanted you to be a priest, but now I have changed my mind."
"Tex was responsible for controlling Finkes before, but because of you, he was forced to let Finkes commit suicide, and then forcibly severed the mental connection with Finkes, so in
The mental damage is considerable, you can't escape the blame for this, right?"
After hearing this, Fang Linyan could only smile bitterly:
"Yes, my lord, I am very sorry and sorry for this."
Archbishop Molegni sighed and said:
"I am seventy-four years old this year, so I know very well that those sincere but empty apologies are the most unreliable things in the world, so in order to make up for the mistakes you made before, what I want you to do is actually
It’s also very simple, you just need to finish the work that Tex is about to finish.”
Fang Linyan was stunned and said:
"Please forgive my presumption, Your Excellency... I don't quite understand what you mean."
Archbishop Molegni said calmly:
"Tex's purpose of controlling Finks today was to deal with Lisa, a dancer who was likely to be infected. However, less than twenty minutes after setting off, he was stopped by you, and then he was forced to destroy
The newly concocted Fenkes on the other end forcefully exited the connection..."
"Then someone has to do it! Otherwise, if the black magician gets what they want, it will be a devastating disaster."
"Fortunately, we still have a Fenkes that is dormant and has recovered well. Although it is not as powerful as the newly concocted one, I think you have the ability to control the Fenkes to do this.
Yeah, what do you think?"
Fang Linyan knew very well that this domineering archbishop seemed to be speaking in a negotiating tone. In fact, he did not have the qualifications or capital to reject Archbishop Molegni's proposal. He could only helplessly smile and said:
"Okay! Since I was the one who made the mistake, I should naturally make up for it, but I may not be able to control you... Fenkes, if I can't do this, you can't blame me.
Alright."
Archbishop Molegni smiled and said kindly:
"If you can't do it, then of course I won't force you to do it."
***
five minutes later,
Fang Linyan arrived at the top floor of the tower,
When heading to the top floor, Fang Linyan learned from the conversation between the archbishop and the others that when Westminster Abbey fell, Archbishop Molegne's so-called injury and loss were just an excuse.
The truth is that in order to protect Victor Frankenstein, the Frankenstein, the Archbishop did not hesitate to lead his men to cut off the rear. As a result, he was seriously injured and was forced to retreat to a safe place to defend himself.
It is worth mentioning that Victor Frankenstein was not the unkempt, greasy man obsessed with research that Fang Linyan had in his impression.
When Fang Linyan saw him for the first time, he almost thought he was seeing a dignified British earl.
He was wearing a camel-hair gray windbreaker, which was made of gorgeous and elegant velvet fabric. The red shirt underneath complemented Victor Frankenstein's old aristocratic style.
After Archbishop Molegni whispered to him, Mr. Victor Frankenstein smiled, stretched out his hand to Fang Linyan and said:
"Mr. Wrench, welcome to my laboratory."
Yes, the top of the tower at this time has been obviously transformed and turned into an alchemy laboratory---at least that's what it looks like on the surface---and Victor Phelan
Kenstein's external identity is that of a senior alchemist. And his attainments in this area indeed deserve such a title.
Faced with Victor Frankenstein's enthusiasm, Fang Linyan immediately said:
"It's my pleasure, sir."
After some introductions, the topic was quickly brought back to business.
Fang Linyan was brought to the front of a table. There was a crystal ball the size of a bowl on the table.
This thing is widely used in alchemy, divination, and Gypsy mystical activities. It can be said to be quite common. Even if someone comes here deliberately to find trouble, they can only start with the dust on the nearby walls and stools. There is no way to do it.
It's hard to find fault with the crystal ball.
However, when Victor Frankenstein squeezed out a drop of mysterious golden liquid from the straw nearby and dropped it on the crystal ball, everything suddenly became completely different.
After the crystal ball came into contact with the drop of mysterious golden liquid, a large number of cracks appeared on the surface, making it look like it had been smashed.
However, then, the cracked skin of the crystal ball fell from the top like boiled broken eggshells, revealing the true face hidden inside!
There was actually a blood-red mist hidden inside. This mist seemed to have a life of its own, fluttering and floating on its own, and then slowly moved towards Fang Linyan's face.
Faced with such a strange situation, Fang Linyan was taken aback and was about to escape when he heard Archbishop Molegni say calmly:
"Don't be afraid, this is normal. If you really feel too nervous, you can close your eyes."
Fang Linyan forced himself to endure it and allowed the blood-red mist to slowly get closer, and then completely wrapped his head in it.
At this time, Fang Linyan received a prompt from the joint trial badge:
"You have been affected by a mysterious force. Your MP value will slowly decrease from now on. This abnormal situation may have unpredictable negative effects on your physical condition. Please get rid of it in time."
Fang Linyan secretly cursed in his heart. If he could get rid of it, would you still need to tell him? There were two old monsters watching him with eager eyes. The only thing he could do now was to cooperate well. He could only say in his heart:
"Notify me immediately if any abnormal situation occurs."
Although Fang Linyan's eyes were filled with blood red at this time, his hearing was still there, and he had already heard Mr. Victor Frankenstein whisper with satisfaction:
"The situation is very stable and his potential is much better than Tex."
Archbishop Molegni was a little surprised and said:
"Really? Tex passed the magic school test when he was ten years old, and the one who tested his qualifications was the infallible magic hat! This wanderer is actually stronger than Tex?"
Victor Frankenstein nodded and raised something that looked like a thermometer in his hand, which was constantly changing colors. The frequency of the changing colors was very similar to the rhythm of the heartbeat.
"Yes, my old friend, my magic measuring agent doesn't lie."
"It's great. With enough magic power, I may get a brand new set of data about Fenkes tonight! This set of data will be the cornerstone to support my next research stage!"
After saying this, Victor Frankenstein's voice was already a bit fanatical, and then he came to Fang Linyan's side and whispered to him:
"Calm down, relax, my friend. Phinks was born ten years ago. So far it is a very perfect product. It has been controlled and tested by dozens of people and is very safe."
Although Fang Linyan couldn't see it, he still squeezed out a smile at the corner of his mouth and nodded.
Then Fang Linyan felt a round ball with a somewhat smooth texture being stuffed into his hands. In his opinion, this thing was somewhat similar to a crystal ball.
Victor Frankenstein whispered softly:
"Try holding this ball? It doesn't matter. It can be held with either hand or with both hands. It's very good. Do you feel uncomfortable? If not, try to connect your mental power with this ball."
"Well! If you haven't done a similar test, then let your mind filter out distracting thoughts and imagine that this ball is a part of your body. You are trying to inject your own blood into it. Yes, yes, yes, that's it.
very good."
What Fang Linyan couldn't see was that the ball he held in his hand turned out to be a ball that seemed to be made of amber. It was light yellow in color and had a smooth and transparent surface. But the most important thing was that in the center of this translucent ball, there was actually
There is also a grinning human head.
This head is surprisingly small, only the size of an apple at most.
It looks like a trophy made by those barbaric cannibal tribes in the Amazon River basin who cut off the heads of their enemies and then used their tribe's secret techniques to shrink the heads.
The key is that there is a third eye between this man's eyebrows, and all three of his eyes are open. His eyes do not reflect the painful struggle and madness before death. On the contrary, they are indifferent and peaceful, with a sense of humor.
The indifferent joy is like the feeling of a wanderer returning home.
After Fang Linyan injected his mental power into the crystal ball in his hand little by little, he gradually began to enter the half-dream and half-awake state before falling asleep.
