An Ordinary Person's Daily Life (6)

Great existence... Hearing Vernal's words, some memories that Barton had hidden in the deepest heart rushed out.

This made it difficult for him to contain his fear, and his feet took a few steps back uncontrollably.

During his archaeological expedition years ago, all his nightmares started with seeing similar descriptions!

Just when Patton was trembling and wanted to turn around and run away, Pacheco Dawn, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", took the initiative to ask Vernal a question:

"Since you have already felt the will of that great being, why don't you reconcile with the Fourth Epoch survivors who are following you?"

Vernal's breath suddenly became heavier, as if a faint, pale mist was sprayed out.

His voice also became higher:

"They don't wholeheartedly believe, they still have reservations!"

As Vernal spoke, inside the half-collapsed house, a pale white mist so thin that it was hard to see spread out, exuding a strong smell of blood.

Barton seemed to understand something, but he was not in the mood to think.

He just wanted to get out of here and escape the danger that was about to rush out.

Pacheco was quite calm. He looked at Vernal and asked kindly:

"You have been visiting Mr. Barton and writing to the Foundation, what do you want us to do?"

Hearing this sentence, Barton was stunned.

If it were another occasion, he would definitely think that Pacheco was asking Vernal what kind of legal aid he needed!

At this time, shouldn't there be only two options left? Either run away and call the police, or pull out a weapon and give Vernal a shot or a stick... Barton is full of doubts about Pacheco's handling.

There was a pale white mist curling around his nose, and Vernal, whose eyes were shining with light gray, had no objection to such communication. His expression settled down, and he replied in a slightly majestic tone:

"Two things.

"One is to take this item to the outskirts and return in the evening."

While speaking, Vernal threw a glass bottle with a thin neck.

This glass bottle seems to be very strong, even if it fell to the ground and hit a stone, it was not damaged in the slightest.

And its interior is filled with pale white, thin, almost illusory mist.

At this moment, Barton keenly noticed that the body of Pacheco, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", was a little stiff, as if he felt something unusual.

Vernal did not observe the reaction of the two of them, and continued:

"Second, when collecting antiquities, help me find items like this."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of paper from his arms and unfolded it.

A peculiarly shaped lamp is depicted on the paper, like a miniature kettle with a wick extending from the spout.

"...No problem." After being silent for two seconds, Pacheco replied in a slightly lower voice that was different from the previous one.

"That's good, haha, don't you think it's not a coincidence that we met?" Vernal immediately dropped the piece of paper and jumped to the heights of the half-collapsed house.

Like a baboon, he climbed and jumped agilely, and soon disappeared in front of Barton and Pacheco.

"What do we do next..." Barton looked sideways at the deputy head of the "Compliance Department".

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped because he found Pacheco standing still, breathing extremely heavy.

In addition, Pacheco's body surface also faintly grew thick black curly hairs, and the muscles swelled up, making the black woolen coat tight.

...monster...monster...Barton's pupils dilated sharply, as if he wanted to see what Pacheco looked like now.

In the blink of an eye, the abnormality on Pacheco disappeared, and he let out a long breath and said:

"We're waiting here."

"...Need to pick them up?" Barton pointed to the ampoule and paper on the ground.

Pacheco's mouth moved a bit and said:

"You can pick it up.

"But then you have to keep some distance from me."

Barton blurted out:

"Will the mist in that glass bottle affect you?"

"There are some things, even if you are not sure, it is best not to try recklessly." Pacheco still did not give a positive answer.

It was really tiring to communicate with him... Barton thought for a while, took a few steps forward, and stopped in front of the ampoule and the paper.

Just as he bent down and grabbed the two items, a faint light suddenly lit up in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of boots appeared in his sight.

One of these boots has a long pointed front, and the other is similar to the current popular round-toed boots, as if they belong to two people.

Barton's heart tightened, he straightened up suddenly, and looked forward.

Opposite him, stood a woman.

This lady is wearing a long skirt that is divided into two pieces, one side is complicated, the other side is simple, one side accommodates a variety of colors, and the other side is pure black.

This asymmetrical dress made Barton instinctively irritable, and wanted to tear off the other party's clothes and give her a normal skirt and a pair of normal boots.

Such impulses do not contain any male desire to infringe on women, but purely from disgust and disgust for that kind of aesthetics.

After forcibly enduring the discomfort, Barton turned his gaze to the lady's head.

She has a pretty face, a high nose bridge, plump lips, eyes a rare dark gray, and she is about twenty to thirty years old.

Barton didn't feel astonished, but felt that the other party's appearance was indescribably strange.

After a few seconds, he finally understood the strange source:

The lady's face lacked expression, not like a real person, but more like a wax figure.

"Fernal has left." Pacheco, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", seemed to have completely slowed down and took the initiative to speak.

The lady's eyes swept across the ampoule and paper in Barton's hands:

"What does he want you to do?"

"Take this bottle to the suburbs and return in the evening. In addition, help him find the items depicted on the paper." Pacheco replied quite calmly, posing a gesture of unwillingness to be an enemy of the other party.

The lady nodded and said:

"Give me the bottle."

After she finished speaking, Barton seemed to have heard an order that he couldn't disobey, and instinctively threw the ampoule in his hand at the other party.

"Are you from the Tamara family?" Pacheco seized this opportunity and asked.

The lady caught the ampoule, looked down and said:

"I didn't expect anyone to remember us."

Pacheco smiled and responded:

"In fact, from the end of the Fourth Epoch to the present, there have been active members of the Tamara family, but only in very small numbers.

"Have you heard of the Gnostic Society?"

"They are them, we are us." After the lady answered briefly, her body quickly faded and disappeared out of thin air.

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