Chapter 151 Different Predicaments

Seeing that her own lady showed obvious interest in ghost legends, Annie glanced at the rest of the maids who were preparing hot water, combs, etc., and continued:

"The doctors and nurses wanted to ask the bishop of the church to go to a mass, but the rest of the patients strongly objected, looking forward to encountering the apparition, which they all called the 'clown angel' and said that it looked like A specially dressed clown, but actually an angel who heals pain and suffering."

"This title is very interesting..." Audrey said with a smile.

In the past, she must have been very interested in this, eager to try to go to that hospital for a night watch through the "dream shuttle", and find out what the so-called "clown angel" was, but the outbreak of the war made her depressed. I feel that there are too many serious and important things to do, and I really don't have the mood to explore.

In fact, if she hadn't personally experienced the air strikes and met those who were injured as a result, after these few days, she would definitely have a feeling that the war had never broken out and that Backlund was very peaceful.

This is because after that air raid, the airship troops of the Kingdom of Loen went into war, the air defense standards of coastal cities were all raised, and Backlund was never attacked again. At present, the battle between Feysac and Loen is mainly concentrated in three places, one is the Amanda Mountains in Winter County, the other is the heavy industrial city group on the east coast of the Jianhai Sea, and the third is the major ports along the Sunya Sea. They are all at a stalemate, and no one is taking too much advantage. Even if there are casualties, it will not have any real impact on Backlund. Except for the rising prices and the news that the newspapers always publish the news, the city has achieved a lot in just a few days. Within days, calm seemed to return.

But Audrey doesn’t think this way. Her father and brother have been busy running around recently, and they always come home very late, or they call a group of nobles, members of parliament, and clergy to meet privately at home. She teaches other charitable organizations through the night Knowing the specific number of deaths and injuries on the frontlines of Pritz Harbor and Amanda, and even seeing some battlefield photos, she is working hard to raise funds, contacting major pharmaceutical companies and regular hospitals, hoping to organize battlefield rescue, charity medical care and other things.

Who would have thought that the adventurer known as madness not only took out the surplus food in the manor, but also donated an additional 7,000 pounds in cash... Audrey sighed secretly, and began to let the maid busy herself.

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Bridge South District, Rose Street.

Emlyn White casually donated a 10-pound note to a fundraiser for a charitable organization, pressed his top hat, walked up the steps, and entered the Harvest Church.

At this time, there were no believers in the church, so the half-giant priest Utravsky sat at the front, praying devoutly.

Emlyn wasn't in a hurry to change into the priest's robe, and sat beside the priest. He wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into a "hey" laugh.

"It must be your standard Feysac appearance and figure that made those believers afraid to come." Emlyn said casually, looking at the altar in front of him.

Bishop Utravsky lowered his hands, opened his eyes and said:

"I can understand them."

"What's the use of understanding? If the war were more intense,

A little more soldiers killed in battle, maybe those believers will flood here, burn down the church, and hang you. "Emlyn said, still looking at the holy emblem of life.

Father Utravsky shook his head slightly:

"No, they won't. They sincerely believe in the Mother Goddess. They won't burn down the church. At most, they will expel me. If I say that I have renounced my Feysac nationality, there will always be someone who understands me and accepts me."

Emlyn snorted, and said without moving his eyes:

"What if Fenepot also joins the war and attacks the land of Loen in Disi Gulf?

"What if the Church of the Mother Earth called all the clergy to be enemies of Loen?

"Do you obey the order of the church and abandon the believers here, or pretend you don't know anything, and continue to preach that life is precious and the harvest is pleasing like this, or, directly organize those believers and make them enemies of their own people, using Blood and sacrifice to prove faith?"

Bishop Utravsky slowly looked at the altar and the holy emblem of life on the altar, and did not speak for a long time.

Emlyn didn't ask any more questions, and became silent like the priest.

The entire Harvest Church was silent.

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On a colonial island, Alger Wilson, who hadn't had time to return to Passo Island, did not leave the "Blue Avenger" based on the principle of prudence, but sent sailors ashore in turn to inquire about information.

"Captain, there is still no news of our summoning." A sailor, with a strong smell of alcohol, reported today's harvest to Alger.

Alger waved his hand and let the subordinate exit the room, then frowned slightly, and said silently to himself:

"The church seems to be paying little attention to this war..."

In Alger's perception, this should be a fierce and wide-ranging war. As the invaded, the Church of the Storm will inevitably mobilize all forces to defeat the enemy, including driving the "captains" scattered on the sea , to give corresponding tasks, but until this moment, Alger did not wait for the order from Pasu Island.

This is not to say that the Church of the Storm is passive and sabotage. The active church forces in the Loen army, the high-altitude defenses of major cities, and the various activities of the demigods all show that the Church of the Storm is seriously fighting against the aggression of the Feysac Empire, but it is not enough Desperately.

"Could it be because it's still in the early stages of the war? The church wants to retain some of its strength until the critical moment?" Aljak restrained his inner turmoil, waiting for further information.

In the evening, another group of sailors returned, but this time the news had nothing to do with the war.

"Captain, there seems to be some monster lurking on this island. Many pirates said that after drinking too much, when they went out to pee, they encountered terrible things. Some of them were severely slapped by the branches of trees, and some saw themselves Fruits grew on their bodies, all of which were blood and flesh, and some encountered slender ghosts, ghosts with wheat grains on their faces..." A sailor who was still awake described the rumors he had inquired about.

Legends of ghosts... Alger had no intention of finding out the truth, nodded, and seriously warned:

"Don't go out for activities at night."

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After Backlund and Pritz Harbor became ghost stories, Klein never went to those hospitals again, for fear of directly encountering Zaratul's secret puppet.

Relying on his "squirming hunger" and his ability to "travel", he expanded the scope of creating horror legends, sometimes in the Sonia Sea, sometimes in the Misty Sea, sometimes to Lunburg, sometimes to Fenepot, and sometimes appeared In places such as East and West Balam, plateau valleys, etc., and do not follow any rules, relying on temporary inspiration, some cities will go to two or three times repeatedly, and some cities will not set foot again.

During this process, Klein inexplicably had a strange feeling, that is, invisible tentacles stretched out from the terrifying darkness, either chasing his whereabouts, or trying to predict, intercepting in advance, silent and cold, Once they get entangled, the results are unimaginable.

Klein knew that this might be the "search" from Zaratul, and his best solution was to temporarily suspend the performance and wait in hibernation, but it was this subtle feeling that made him hope to digest the potion as soon as possible, so he used The power of gray fog——Every time a target location is randomly selected, Klein will first go to the gray fog to divination the degree of danger, and use paper angels to interfere.

At this moment, he "teleported" to the city of Kukwa in West Balam Uttar Pradesh with his digestion greatly advanced.

This is where he killed Ince Zangwill, avenging himself and the captain.

As soon as the figure appeared in the white feather square, Klein suddenly noticed something unusual.

The general's mansion in front of Meisangyesi was so quiet, it was so quiet that it made people's backs shudder, and the hairs stood on end.

——Mesanges is the native general who bought arms from Dwayne Dantès before. He is a Beyonder of the "Death God" path, and he relies on the Church of Knowledge behind him.

What happened? Klein frowned slightly, considering whether to go in to check the situation, after all, he was his "partner".

Moreover, if he can meet an enemy who is not weak, it will be a good opportunity to act. Klein has just made a self-assessment and thinks that if he can create a few more horror legends with a saint-level demigod as the protagonist, then His "Crafting Mage" potion will be almost digested.

Of course, the premise of everything is safety, and we must be cautious and careful... Klein took out a gold coin while making the secret puppet Quinaskelg look like Dawn Dantès.

This time, the revelation he received was that there was no danger.

Strange... Klein was not careless, his body suddenly blurred, turned into a shadow, and disappeared into the darkness of the night, while the secret puppet Quinaskelg walked slowly towards Meisan with Dawn Dantès' face on his face. Jess' mansion.

- This is the "shadow hiding" of "creeping hunger" itself.

As for Klein's other secret puppet, Enyuni, waiting about 1 kilometer away, and several "rats" belonging to this secret puppet were separated by nearly 1 kilometer from the secret puppet, but they were unable to make any movements.

Soon, Dawn Dantès came to the main entrance of the general's mansion, and opened the "spiritual thread" vision.

What caught his eyes was a messy "growth" of black illusory thin threads. They seemed to come from different people, but they had an apparently similar "breath".

The normal "spiritual body thread" does not exist at all.

Dawn Dantès was silent for a few seconds, stretched out his right hand, and pushed open the open front door.

The scene inside was already different from what Klein remembered. The gold foil wrapped on the pillars, the gold statues inlaid on the wall, and the gorgeous stairs were all huddled together, like a giant hedgehog with golden spikes growing out. Then sharp stone pillars rose up one after another, and broken glass was everywhere.

In addition to these, there are also unrealistic illusory bookshelves in the hall. There are pools of black shadows hidden in different places of the bookshelves. Sometimes, they will curl up and stretch out, like eyes.

As the front door opened, pools of liquid-like black shadows suddenly came to life, and each made the same voice:

"It's you!

"I predicted it was right, you are the one who helped me out of my troubles!"

s: Ask for a monthly pass on the last day of October~