Chapter 1256 The Real Trophy

It can really be called a fateful one.

In just a few seconds, Brother Naocha, who had just gained a moment of peace, was covered with a layer of crystal white frost.

Although he remained strong and silent because of the existence of the brain fork, as an ordinary person with a physique, he was afraid that he would die in a short time.

The moment she realized this, Amira quickly spoke up to stop the volunteer.

Fortunately, the latter did not have the usual intoxication after gaining strength, and he listened to the advice instantly.

The coldness around the radiation quickly dissipated.

"Should we go out and talk first?"

Seeing Brother Naocha's breathing gradually stabilize, Amira breathed a sigh of relief and suggested directly.

The situation has repeatedly spiraled out of control today, and it is too dangerous for this poor man to stay here.

"good."

Of course Fu Qian had no objection, and Reginald agreed after some thought.

The next moment he stepped forward and held the fork of the head, just like when he inserted it, he pulled it out bit by bit firmly and smoothly.

No blood flowed out, and even the moment the fork of the brain came out completely, the flesh and blood tear healed quickly.

The client's body trembled, his breathing became rapid, and he looked like he might wake up at any time.

"Let's go."

Reginald put his head away and didn't even look at it.

Amira gave a slight greeting to Fu Qian and motioned for him to follow.

Amidst the deliberate footsteps, Fu Qian was caught in the middle, and the team quietly returned to the outside.

…

The night was still dark, after all, theoretically, only a few minutes had passed.

But over and over again, this team came back with a full load.

"So at this time of day, is this the time when members of the Order are most awake?"

Looking up at the stars in the sky, I asked casually before paying.

"It's not absolute. After all, inside the church, the starry sky will remain the clearest at any time."

Obviously he didn't understand why Fu Qian cared about this, but Amira still answered.

"Of course many people do maintain a similar habit of getting inspired at night."

"I completely understand that darkness will make the will clearer...so are you going to report now?"

He nodded repeatedly before paying, and then his expression changed to look expectant.

"I can not wait any more."

…So that’s why you care about the Order’s people staying awake at night?

Amila was stunned for a moment before realizing the progressive relationship between them.

Someone works the night shift, so he can report it right away and find you new fun quickly, right?

Almost not wanting to respond to this guy, Amira turned her head and glanced at Reginald.

There was actually a hint of helplessness on the latter's face.

It was obvious that this volunteer who continued to live and die was deeply frustrated.

"It is true that there will be high-level officials working in the evening, but my report will not be completed until tomorrow at the earliest."

Even so, facing Fu Qian who was eager to try, Amira still felt that she couldn't follow this guy's crazy pace, so she immediately said with a straight face.

"Considering your cooperative attitude, we don't force you to follow us to the sect during this period, but you can't stay far away from your residence. I will ask my police friends to help keep an eye on you."

"Actually, I don't mind force or anything like that-"

However, the person involved seemed to have his own thoughts about this generosity. Unfortunately, he was interrupted before the expression could be completed.

"In addition, I would like to remind you that although with the endorsement of Lord Reginald and I, the hunters will not cause trouble for you, but if you use the gifts you just obtained without permission to cause damage, the hunters will still target you as soon as possible. We can’t help, understand?”

As if she didn't hear what Fu Qian said at all, Amira warned seriously.

"Understood."

Feeling the determination of the two professionals, Fu Qian sighed with regret.

"Very good, let's take you back first."

Amira finally nodded with satisfaction.

…

"Go in. Your landlord looks like he's sleeping soundly. He won't notice."

Soon after, a group of people stood quietly in the shadows, and Amira gestured to Fu Qian.

Then you are too naive.

Looking at the familiar building in front of him, Fu Qian thought to himself.

The perception of the two cult members is indeed sharper than that of ordinary people, but it is not enough.

The one lying down is Mrs. Harper, yes, but didn't you notice that her breathing was a little too steady?

Although he is just an ordinary person, he is not even smart, but the power of thinking is powerful.

Obviously unlike other retirement entertainment for the elderly, Mrs. Harper has some conspiracy theories about this city.

What's even more unfortunate is that the old man was right.

The reaction at this moment was obviously that he had discovered that he was missing.

Pretending to be asleep in the face of possible threats.

As expected, when she opened the door and entered the house later, she would indeed not "wake up", but would just secretly write down the strange events of the night.

Really didn't wake up.

He returned to the room without any hindrance, sighed before paying, and instead of going to bed, he took out a broken pocket watch from his pocket.

He knew quite well that Amira and the two downstairs had not left yet.

But it doesn't matter, people feel refreshed during happy events, and it would be abnormal not to study the trophies carefully.

The real spoils of the day.

…

Before paying, he rubbed his pocket watch, not missing any trace.

The last time I saw it, a liquid called "dragon's blood" was still rippling inside.

Yes, Fu Qian knew this watch and even how it became like this.

In the world in the painting, the head of the security team, the Baroness, stole this thing from the Seven Lights Church and broke it before she went underground to visit the witch, allowing herself to drink the dragon's blood inside.

After being so busy, I finally have something meaningful.

As for why this thing appeared in the nightmare so coincidentally, and even happened to be taken out of the stomach and hit his head?

Of course it wasn't such a coincidence - this thing was originally thrown on the ground by Reginald during his "purification".

The sect's investigation into the world in the painting turned out to be nothing.

Although it is a sacred object that has lost all its power, the only reason why this object appeared in Reginald's hands was because of the results of the investigation of a series of victims.

They may not know what it’s for, but they know it’s special.

And when he continuously broke through the lower limit, and something strange finally happened, Reginald was finally infected and determined to let it be carried by him in the name of trophy to observe the changes.

This is why Amira, who has always been very principled, is a little hesitant about Reginald's behavior.

The highest state of controlling a situation is to make the person being controlled feel that everything is under control.

No matter how peaceful it seems on the surface, this time we are facing something that the Pope is so desperate that he will not leave any information, and even traces of its existence will be denied, and there is no room for slacking off.

Happily, the extreme squeeze finally paid off.

Before Amira could finish writing the report, the Order's new resources had already been invested... and even paid off.

Before paying the next moment, he carefully opened the bottom cover of the pocket watch and looked at the lines of writing on it.