Chapter 250 Messenger

Narnia at dusk has a unique beauty.

People living in the island city are always lazy, and the slow-paced life is engraved in their bones.

Regardless of whether they are dignitaries, workers or students, they will go home without delay after arriving at the point.

It's definitely not like the royal capitals like Göttinghagen or St. Nottingham. Everyone works hard and lives hard, let alone ordinary workers in a metropolis.

Even the poorest beggar in the kingdom can't help puffing out his chest when he thinks of the country's industry and wealth.

In contrast, the islanders of the Mogadishu Islands have a lot in mind, how much money they give, how much they do, they are lazy and do nothing, as long as they are not contaminated with narcotics or gambling, it is a happy way of life .

Tu Fu didn't dare to directly use surveillance to spy on the Church of the God of Storms. The last time he used surveillance to spy on the demigod knight Ulti in Göttinghagen, he was discovered, which gave him a long memory.

After that, when encountering high-sequence transcendents, they dare not use this ability lightly.

He was a little confused about the origin of High Priest Karl Hoffman. If this is really a demigod, it would be considered a provocation for him to use his extraordinary power to spy on him, which is really risky.

"Why don't you look at the general in the Governor's Palace. Maybe he has something to do with the coming disturbance in Narnia."

After deliberation, Tu Fu planned to directly find the person in charge behind him, then pressed the remote control to adjust the monitoring, and directly locked on the governor's mansion that he had visited once.

No matter when you go to that majestic and beautiful building, the number of people coming and going at the gate of the Governor's Mansion is definitely not small.

It is also far more refined than the Cathedral of Storms. To Tu Fu's surprise, apart from ordinary servants, there are some non-human intelligent races here.

Wearing heavy shackles busy with sundries, scarred elves, little giants working tirelessly, dwarves who manage horses and ironware...

It seems that this General Phyllis is really inseparable from the slave trade on the island.

The governor of Lantis regards this mansion as a place of office and residence. Anyone who wanders in this area will come here to give some gifts every day. Dragon came to Mogadishu unspoken rules.

Looking at all the resplendent and magnificent things, this level of prosperity is almost a world away from that of Leicester Street.

Sitting on the throne of the emperor on such a remote and wealthy island can be described as infinitely beautiful.

No wonder life and death are unwilling to give way, and no one is willing to give way.

It's just that General Steven Felice, who is currently sitting in the main hall of the mansion, did not meet any guests today.

"The general has an order. I'm busy with business today and I don't see any guests. I hope you will forgive me."

The housekeeper of the mansion explained to the guests who came to the door with gifts with a blank face.

Even if he was just such a small person, he was still the steward of the Governor's Mansion, and even those who were in the public eye had to walk with their heads down in front of such a small person.

Not only that, even the maids and servants were withdrawn from the central room, and those who received the order hid far away, not daring to approach the house easily.

Tu Fu hadn't met General Felice last time either, so he was naturally not qualified to meet the governor as a son of a rich man.

I just entered the mansion to give some gifts, and I saw it from a distance.

So looking at it from Tu Fu's perspective, the visibility is not enough, and only the master can be vaguely seen sitting at a mahogany desk.

It was a man with a very resolute face, with sharp edges and corners and a few old marks of scars and bullets. He has experienced the trials of wind, frost and war at his age, and has transformed into a very mature man.

General Phyllis had a dark face. After dipping a pen in ink, he was scribbling something on a piece of white paper, but he couldn't see anything clearly when he got closer.

"write a letter?"

Tu Fu stroked his chin in thought.

If that's the only way, then there's really no need for such a big fight.

He watched as the other party finished writing the letter. General Phyllis bit his lip, his face turned pale, as if he was making an important decision.

Perhaps it was because Tu Fu was monitoring his every move. After years of military career, he had developed a suspicious habit, which made him often shake his head left and right to observe.

After repeatedly confirming that no one came, he patiently finished writing the letter. The inexplicable sense of uneasiness even made his palms tremble when writing the letter.

This weird behavior made Tu Fu want to read the contents of the letter even more,

Simply consider taking advantage of the letter to the post office and then robbing it halfway.

And the next moment, a move by Steven Felice ruined his thoughts, and he took out a quaint whistle from the drawer.

A layer of strange patterns were engraved on the surface of the whistle, like an item related to the extraordinary.

"Beep—"

I saw General Phyllis blowing his whistle, and the dull whistle gushed out from the whistle, and the sound spread around the Governor's Mansion.

The servants who had been dismissed in advance naturally couldn't hear the voice.

But what the other party really wanted to conceal was not just the whistle.

After waiting for a while, there were a lot of spiritual fluctuations on the floor of the Governor's Mansion, and a bottomless wormhole-like mouth opened wide.

The first thing to climb out of the hole was a pair of furry claws, and the whole picture of the monster was also displayed in front of Tu Fu.

A black-skinned hound with three heads, its body is much larger than the person in front of it, and there seems to be a faint purple flame sprouting from its body. People swallowed it in one gulp.

Several heads licked their paws, whimpering, it was obviously summoned.

"Quiet."

It was obviously not the first time that General Steven Felice had seen these three dog-headed monsters. After reaching out to appease each other, he took out a few coins from his pocket and put them on each other's paws.

In conversion, it was about a dozen kronor, which was much more than the average messenger, and then he stuffed the letter that he had written with great suffering into the other party's mouth.

"A messenger from the spirit world!"

Tu Fu, who witnessed this scene, suddenly remembered this matter. The word "spiritual world" had been known from Mr. Coleman since the second day he came to this world.

That is not a term of the extraordinary domain, anyone who has an in-depth understanding of this world knows it.

It is a realm specially opened up by God, a realm that is attached to this world but is not the same, and a world formed by the convergence of information from all walks of life.

Dreamers or transcendental beings in other fields can obtain fragmented revelations from the spiritual world through divination.

According to Tu Fudao’s hearsay, the “spiritual world” is a place where information from the past, present, and future converge. There are countless information and illusory creatures that gather together to form a strange ocean.

A parallel world that crosses but is different.

Some superhumans will compile their knowledge of the spiritual world into books and sell them as knowledge in the hands of superhumans. There are various theories.

Of course, the knowledge sold is mostly fabricated by people with a heart.

"Wow, woof."

Suddenly, the messenger three-headed dog who came from the spirit world to the Governor's Mansion noticed something, and barked twice into the void.

"Snapped!"

Noticing that something was wrong, Tu Fu turned off the monitoring screen without hesitation.

Anyway, I can't see more valuable pictures, and I don't have to expose myself.

Instead, he fell into contemplation for a while, and suddenly thought of the guard dog at the gate of the University of Michigan library, whose keen sense of smell was no worse than this creature from the spirit world.

This canine-like animal has always possessed the power to make the elusive.

"So, what would be the letter that a governor would risk to summon a messenger from the spirit world to deliver? How did he learn about this method, and who would the real owner of the messenger be?"

Tu Fu didn't have the spirit of digging into a dead end, he had already decided to intercept that thing to see what happened.

Immediately, without hesitation, he turned on the radio next to his hand, and only heard the beep, and directly contacted Mr. "Gatekeeper" from the abyss.

The feeling is the same as before, there seems to be a bottomless hole over there, the howling wind blows past the ears, and the endless coldness, that place will never bring people the slightest hope.

"It's you!"

After a long silence, the gatekeeper's trembling voice finally sounded. Compared to before, His condition at this moment has become worse, like a volcano that has been brewing for a long time, full of instability.

Even if you try your best to restrain yourself, it will give people a feeling that it may explode at any time.

Tu Fu apologized, "I'm sorry, Teacher Men, I had to go into exile due to some personal matters. During this time, it's difficult to find time to contact you, which made your situation worse."

After the voice was silent for a long time, it seemed to be suppressing something, with a bit of surprise:

"You know everything?"

"Guessed a few."

As long as the "gatekeeper" talks to himself, it seems to be able to suppress his madness,

This was probably the reason why the other party was willing to help him, otherwise the "gatekeeper" would have seen that he was tricking him, so why would he talk so much to him.

Tu Fu does feel a little bit guilty about him now, if it is said that he was a little wary in the past.

But along the way, the other party has helped him a lot, and without the "gatekeeper", he would not be able to get into his current position.

Even if you know that the other party may have something wrong, you will always be grateful.

Tu Fu thought for a moment, and then took the initiative to say: "Teacher Men, why don't we continue our previous cooperation.

I am about to break through to the Adventurer's Sequence 6, and will be drifting in the sea for the next two years, so I have enough time to break through to a higher level.

During this period of time, I will try to become a demigod. At that time, a demigod-level adventurer will fulfill some of your requirements. Do you think it will be easier to do those things? "

This is a very convincing reason, and the "gatekeeper" did not understand the refusal.

He remained silent throughout, did not give affirmation, but did not deny the request.

"Dear teacher, do you have a way to the spirit world?"

After waiting for a while, Tu Fu finally asked what he wanted to know.

After a long silence on the other side of the "Abyss", the "Gatekeeper" gave a short but powerful answer:

"Have."