Chapter 1072 Investigation

Dorian was not surprised by Xifa's request.

At the moment, he stood up and said, "Please wait."

Dorian went into the bedroom.

A moment later, he came out with another man in gold-rimmed glasses who looked like a college professor, and this man was holding an oil painting in a brass frame.

The man is looking at the oil painting.

'God's Picture Scroll'!

Dorian introduced: "This is Verdu, one of our family members."

"Verdu, this is Mr. Chariot."

Verdu then turned his gaze away from the oil painting and turned to Xifa: "Good evening, Mr. Chariot."

He was respectful, but after greeting, he looked at the 'God's Picture Scroll'.

have to say.

The sealing method of the "God's Picture Scroll" is very eye-catching, and Verdu's eyes are bloodshot.

Dorian coughed dryly: "This is the 'God's Picture Scroll', and it needs to be appreciated all the time. For this reason, we usually arrange twenty to thirty members to take turns to appreciate this oil painting."

Xifa nodded slightly, and then a figure appeared beside him.

Mr. X's projection.

He came by 'teleportation'.

This is because it is not Xifa himself who is communicating with Dorian now.

It's a projection made by a 'mirror illusion'.

This shadow itself does not have the ability to release the projections exchanged on the 'Book of Mysteries'.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Mr. X's projection, Dorian and Verdu's eyelids jumped.

Of course they saw that this was a 'traveler'.

Fortunately, Mr. X was wearing a mask, otherwise the two Abrahams might have a heart attack.

"This is my follower."

After Xifa's brief introduction, Mr. X stepped forward to take the oil painting in Verdu's hand, and stared at the oil painting.

Mr. X will not feel tired for the projection redeemed on a "Book of Mysteries", and he can stare at the oil painting 24 hours a day if necessary.

certainly.

Xifa did not intend to use oil painting in this way.

Now it is only for Mr. X to appreciate the oil painting temporarily. After returning, he plans to use the 'Book of Mystery' to strengthen and seal this sealed item.

It should be able to make it usable and easy to carry like the 'box of the old days'.

After Mr. X took over the oil painting, Verdu let out a sigh of relief. He had been staring at the oil painting for more than an hour.

Honestly it's a lot of work.

Dorian continued: "Next, if we have a goal, we will let Forsi pass it on for us."

Xifa glanced at Miss 'Tool Man' and said with a smile: "No problem, if possible, I would like to ask Miss Forsi to assist me when I act."

"Of course, I won't let Miss Forsi be in charge of the dangerous part. Her most important job is to 'deliver' the sacrifice."

When hearing that Mr. Chariot wanted to assist himself, Forsi was nervous at first.

When she heard that she was only in charge of 'handing over' the sacrifices, she relaxed a lot.

But when he thought that those sacrifices might be demigods or monsters corresponding to Sequence 4, he was unavoidably nervous.

Dorian saw the student's nervousness, and said with relief: "Don't worry, I will give you an item, an item that can control demigod or demigod-level monsters."

"And you are already a 'mysterious mage', just controlling the 'sacrifice', there will be no problem."

"You have to have faith in yourself."

Forsi couldn't help but her face was burning hot.

She nodded: "I will, teacher."

Something came to her mind.

The teacher is right, I am already a 'mysterious mage', a half-god and half-human existence.

I should have more confidence in myself.

I'm not the puny best-selling author I used to be.

While Fors was cheering herself up, Xifa stood up and said with a smile, "Then, let's leave it like this for now."

"If you have any news, please feel free to contact me."

He looked at Forsi again: "Miss Magician, do you need me to send it home?"

Mr. Chariot, what a gentleman!

Forsi shook her head and smiled, "Thank you for your kindness, but I can go home by myself."

"Then let's take our leave first." Sifer put his hand on Mr. X's shoulder, and then the figures of the two disappeared into the air.

After the two of Xifa left, Fors also stood up and bid farewell to Dorian: "Then I will leave too, teacher. If you have any news, please feel free to contact me."

Dorian smiled and nodded: "Okay."

Fors nodded slightly at Verdu again, and then used 'teleportation' to leave the room.

Verdu exhaled lightly at this time, looked at Dorian and said, "You have taught a good student."

"After becoming a demigod, he is still willing to call us teachers and respect our students."

"It's very, very little."

Dorian nodded proudly: "Yes."

"Forsi will be the pride of my life!"

Also this night.

Backlund East District, inside an ordinary residential building.

In a not-so-big basement, there were candles burning quietly, spreading a dim yellow light to the surroundings.

The candlelight illuminated a middle-aged man with a pale face. In front of him, there were a few unusual-looking people who were arranging an altar.

Those few people either lost their hair or their cheeks rotted.

These are living corpses!

Several living corpses arranged a bloody altar.

This altar has a human head, internal organs, and blood.

After the altar is set up.

The pale middle-aged man walked to the side of the altar.

After he recited a mantra, the candles on the altar, the flames were dyed in various colors.

It seems that every color here corresponds to the different desires of the beholders.

At this time.

The heads, internal organs, and blood on the altar all piled up by themselves and melted like candles.

soon.

These things constitute a tree of flesh and blood that is not tall.

The surface of this 'tree' is uneven, like the shell of a walnut.

The pale middle-aged man began to pray, praying to the 'God' Siea.

"...Great Lord Sierra, I have done my research."

"I found out that members of the 'Jagged Cross' once appeared in Backlund and had an intersection with the Witch Sect."

"At that time, it was trading with the Witch Sect, and it was an angel called 'Don Quixote' who was the leader of the 'Jagged Cross'."

"A 'weather warlock'!"

Immediately, there was an unreal roar from inside the tree of flesh and blood, as if it sounded from an extremely far away place.

There was unusual anger in that roar, which caused the flames of all the candles on the altar to suddenly rise, turning into small pillars of fire.

The pale-faced middle-aged man couldn't help but clenched his ears tightly. Although he was a follower of the 'Abominable' Siah, the roar was not aimed at him.

But it also made him unbearable, and made him on the verge of losing control.

fine.

The growling finally stopped, and he received an order.

‘Continue to investigate the Jagged Cross! '