"I know everything. You can go. I have nothing to entertain you."
After understanding it, Hermione sent Georg to leave. She finally got out, but she didn't want to go back and bear any more responsibilities!
"You can think about it. After all, there is no obstacle now."
After conveying the message, Georg turned into a ball of fire and disappeared into the distant sky. He did not want to be beaten again for no reason, nor did he want to persuade him any more.
The war in the east is his opportunity to digest the magic potion and advance to the next stage. Without strength, he doesn't even have the ability to fight back.
Falling into the open space in the jungle, he inspected the soldiers who stood up to greet him.
They did not slack off at all, nor were they disturbed by the sleepiness brought about by the night. Their neat queues and equipment were already ready.
"Set off."
Georg put the flaming sword into its scabbard and led the team into disappearing into the night.
Hermione pushed up the legs of her chair and spun around, changing the direction of the chair. Even though the moonlight was dim, she could still see the mountains in the distance.
It is true that each generation is not as good as the last, and all its features have been lost.
It could also be a chain reaction. What if I had chosen the original arrangement and it would have ended differently?
It’s useless no matter how much you think about it! I will go back again.
Taking out the lens that sealed Tatiana, the bulges covered with white frost were reflected inside.
The raised hand trembled, and the mountain inside was shaking instantly, and the white-blond figure was also rolling around.
"Why hasn't your savior come yet? It's been a long time." Hermione tilted the mirror forward, and the person in it was pressed against the invisible plane. "I didn't stop you from talking. Please call Him quickly.
bring it on."
"You're anxious, but this is not something I can decide." The face that opened his eyes regained some color, and the smile at the corner of his mouth did not change due to the situation. At this moment, he was waiting to see the jokes from outsiders.
"It seems that you are very comfortable here. Making you suffer is actually happiness, so let's hang you!"
Spider threads emerged from the invisible white surroundings and headed towards Tatiana. Hermione covered the mirror again.
A few strong rays of light occasionally appeared in the courtyard deep in the street, and the abilities of extraordinary people were intertwined there.
After a while, the firelight gathered there and illuminated it. The noise caused by the fighting had a great impact. Even here, she felt the chaotic changes in the rules.
In the house surrounded by decay, moisture, ants, and moss, Guillamas picked up the hat that fell on the dumping rack, put it on, and refilled the revolver's bullets.
The dying old man sat in front of an old desk with an oil lamp lit, holding a shabby book that had been opened in his hand. The yellowed paper was densely broken from the edges, making it difficult for people with good eyesight to see clearly.
Content.
The old man's fluffy hair and beard that almost hid his face were wrapped in green moss, and the original color was barely distinguishable under the firelight.
He stared intently at the pages of the book he was pressing with his hands, not disturbed by the uninvited guests who were about to squeeze through the door, like a deserted wall.
The air here is turbid, making it difficult to breathe. Ordinary low-sequence visitors feel dizzy after staying for a long time, and their bodies unconsciously go outside to the yard covered with weeds.
When his feet stepped onto the ground covered by darkness and weeds, his whole body sank under the sudden suction force. If his companions in the aisle above hadn't found him in time and pulled him back, he would have disappeared inside.
The clanking sound attracted the attention of the onlookers. Guimarães put the rotten window he was holding under the bottom, calmly took out the cigarette in his pocket and lit it with the fresh air coming in from outside.
He who came first still didn't talk to the old man in front, or he couldn't communicate at all.
The group from Fenebaud followed, especially the leader Diaz. This guy actually got the news and came over.
Other people who didn't know which side they were on were also frightened by the fight between him and Diaz and gathered here.
The tall figure opposite, whose face is obscured by a beard, wonders if he regrets shooting himself?
Guimarães twisted the cigarette butt and threw it out of the window, then put his right hand back on the rope around his waist.
"Everyone depends on his ability, everyone. If I guess correctly, the feather on the inkwell is what everyone wants."
Next to the book is the same old ink bottle. There is a clear black and white dividing line inside. An ordinary feather stained with some oil is inserted into the mouth of the bottle. There is nothing magical about it.
"I'm afraid it won't be that simple."
Díaz calmly turned over to talk to Guimarães and stopped his companions who wanted to stop several surrounding groups. It would be thankless to do this now.
"I do not know then."
Borrowing strength from the wall, Guimarães lowered his body and rushed towards the old man with green moss. He pulled out a slender leather rope with his right hand in an attempt to sweep away the feathers in the ink bottle.
The others who had originally planned to approach slowly became confused because of him. The middle-aged man with an obvious hook nose was the fastest, and he stretched out his hand to take away the bottle.
"The mystery of this place is reduced and reality is enhanced."
"Teleportation is prohibited here."
…
"All the above are strengthened."
"Guimarães what are you doing?"
Guimaraes, who added the last sentence, tied the werewolf with a leather rope and knocked the hook-nosed male away. His jet-black hair no longer stood up like steel.
"Go away." He threw the werewolf directly out.
The skin of the dark blond woman next to Dias faded from pale, her sharp teeth and ears slowed down and extended, and the red in her pupils quickly faded. She did not completely change to the best advantageous stage.
That's why he asked Guimarães why he had strengthened the local laws. However, the gain from the spiritual potion had not disappeared, so he was not too far behind.
"How can I fight these demons and werewolves without some insurance? There seem to be vampires too."
The hook-nosed man's eyes also turned red, his skin faded rapidly, and sharp teeth extended from his bright red lips. The companion beside him who had been interrupted by his transformation raised the skin of his arm and poured blood on him, making it reflected in the light.
The shadow becomes more and more oppressive.
Heavy gunfire rang out, but it was not to kill the transformed men with hooked noses.
The filth in the air was noticed by those present even if it was mixed with the filth in the room. The vague excitement and mania in their spirits made them immediately alert.
Diaz and his group happened to occupy the inner direction of the door they entered, and were directly attacked by the incompletely transformed werewolves and demons.
Those faces that were almost covered with jet-black hair made him feel a little disgusted, as did the wolf fangs in their mouths.
The skin turned black, as if a demonic person with a translucent black film came to Guimarães on the other side.
Without complete change, they could only barely emerge with two raised patterned horns, and with the twisting shadows underneath, they wanted to surround Guimarães, who was trying to fish in troubled waters.
"You shouldn't be standing here."
He looked at the group of people from the Church of Knowledge who were fighting with who knows which faction, and the broad-nosed, brown-skinned people from the small country of Sehgal being stopped by a few people dressed as wizards.
