Chapter 551 The Gravekeeper’s Journey at Blackmoya Cemetery
After leaving Cardiff, the capital of Wales, there is no railway. The only means of transportation is long-distance buses, and it takes at least five hours to reach the destination.
It's just that Mikael and Aozaki Aoko have no interest in taking a long-distance bus.
Looking down from the sky, you can see a gray country road tied to the green earth like a link. If you can zoom in, you can see a red Aston Martin speeding past, leaving behind
The red rainbow added a touch of bright color to it.
Aozaki Aoko held the steering wheel tightly and stared at the road ahead. The deafening rock music echoed in the car. Just listening to it made people's blood boil.
The accelerator is pressed to the bottom without mercy. This kind of road is the best place to experience the sense of speed. Even if you are drag racing, you don’t have to worry about being caught by the police and you can truly enjoy the feeling of speed.
There are various signboards written in English and Welsh on both sides of the country road. Britain is such a strange place. It is obviously a complete country, but different words are spoken in every place.
The five-hour drive was shortened by Aozaki Aoko by more than half, but the rest of the journey was through mountain roads in the rugged area, making it unsuitable for driving.
They parked the car at the foot of the mountain and continued toward the forest.
This path built in the mountains and forests is extremely rough. Walking on it is simply a kind of torture. It is estimated that after walking for a long time, you will get blisters on your feet.
But thinking about this kind of path in a place like this, only wild animals would probably use it, and the people who built that road really don't have a bad taste.
Kemoya scratched his head and wisely did not speak.
"I am not the White Winged Beast user [White Winged Lord] who is not the same as the original and noble White Winged Lord."
Xia Ningjun deliberately gave it a try, shut his mouth before continuing, and looked at Aozaki Aoko with a smile.
Aozaki Aoko stretched her arms and stretched a little. The flat road on her feet did not cause you any trouble.
"Blamikell Cemetery is one of the oldest cemeteries under that land. It has a history of about two thousand years. It is said that it has nothing to do with a certain Dead Apostle. The cemetery was not built for this Dead Apostle in the end.
It was built in vain.”
"Ah~~ you suddenly forgot just now, you have to think about it first."
After all, humans are just animals. No matter how inferior we are, we can still change that nature.
When Aozaki Aoko heard that name, she subconsciously exclaimed.
"Actually, the location of Blamicaire Cemetery is not a small secret."
Kemoya stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.
"There are also people who don't have a deep understanding, just like the young man."
"have what."
"You just suddenly remembered that it must have been the first time you two took a vacation."
"Tsk, tsk - that's really an evil low-level statement."
The noisy mountains and forests are filled with the same atmosphere as the bustling cities. This is primitive and natural beauty. Walking in it, your irritable mood will become peaceful.
Aozaki Aoko said with emotion, "With your far-sighted magic, the mountain forest we are in is far from ending. Thinking about the time it takes to walk through that mountain forest is simply a despairing thing."
"So, what is this guy's other name?!"
You can always hear the low-pitched chirping of birds, and the air is filled with soil, feces and fruits mixed together. It has a unique smell in the mountains and forests. It is not a bad smell, but it is still unpleasant.
While we were chatting, we suddenly realized that the flat road on our feet had come to an end, and the woods blocking our vision disappeared. We looked up and could just see Wu Zong clinging to the steep mountain wall.
Big Village. "Ah, you suddenly remembered it!"
"Is the Blamicaire Cemetery just outside a place like that? If you think about it, it doesn't make sense. It must be in such a remote place. I'm afraid someone else would have found it long ago."
Aozaki Aoko's face turned pale, and her arm lit up the magic array. The majestic magic power gathered on your left arm, and cyan lightning flashed underneath.
That kind of road is still difficult enough for you. If you must increase the difficulty, you should wear low heels of more than ten inches.
Aozaki Aoko felt crazy. Looking at Xia Ningjun's cunning smile, she wanted to punch me in the face a few times.
Kemoya patted his head and showed an exaggerated expression.
It is said that men’s hearts are as deep as the bottom of the sea. In my opinion, what is going on in a man’s heart is probably more puzzling than the vortex of origin.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling comfortable outside?"
Although Aozaki Aoko used a complaining tone, she could still tell that your mood had recovered, and Kemoya could not help but feel relieved.
"This is the eighteenth seat of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles? But I am not dead now. Why do you want to build a cemetery for me?"
"Have you really forgotten it? Let you help him remember it. You are very good at that kind of work."
"bingo——"
"Of course only for some people."
Aozaki Aoko said with a hint of joking, and then you were slightly startled and opened your mouth, not looking very carefree.
"That magic family is nothing ordinary, but a magician has nothing to do with that family. My name is not Glenthrogg Bramikel. Of course, some people may know that name, but my other name is
It will become even less famous."
As I expected, Aozaki Aoko no longer thought about the two of them taking a vacation, but instead focused on the Blamicaire Cemetery itself.
"Xiao Zhi is not sure, but he is sure that if he looks up the information about various magic schools in the library, he can find out the original owner of the land, who is the soul of the user, and treats birds as
The residence of the holy magic family."
"Mr. White Wing——?!"
Kemoya added casually,
"So how much does Aoko know about Blamicaire Cemetery?"
"That has nothing to do with Mr. Bai Yi's own magical properties. You didn't have time to talk about it last time. Damn it, you're here."
Kemoya appropriately changed the subject and drew Aoko's attention to the Blamicaire Cemetery.
You think back on your memory, and the knowledge that a few magicians have about Blamicaire Cemetery is limited to this, like some kind of urban legend.
Aozaki Aoko sighed heavily, then looked into Xia Ningjun's eyes and said seriously,
"No one else has come to the cemetery for a holiday. Although you are also very interested in Bramicaire Cemetery, isn't it? The Braschanin Cemetery, which is so famous, is actually in Wales, with the Clock Tower.
Under my eyelids, I really don’t feel like I’m white from the light.”