Chapter 1518 The Sizzling Squid Is Not Bad

"Do you know the Old Ones?" Irina looked at Mag with the same surprise. After thinking about it, she suddenly said, "No wonder you know how to kill Berg and the bewitched Alfred."

"I also just happened to read some related records in a broken sheepskin ancient book. I thought it was just a wild history written indiscriminately, but I didn't expect them to really exist." Mag rubbed his nose. He really didn't expect Ke The Sulu myth actually exists in this world.

During this period of time, he has read almost all the books related to the Cthulhu mythology, and has absorbed countless imaginative works from the authors of the earth.

He has no way to analyze how many of them really understand the Old Ones, and how many of them are imaginatively created under the influence of the myth system established by Lovecraft.

However, after the baptism of these classics, he has a basic understanding of the Cthulhu mythology system.

The old ruler with terrifying power once ruled the world in ancient times, but was sealed by the ancient gods and fell into a deep sleep.

Under this system, countless colorful works have been derived, among which many old rulers have appeared.

McGonagall still has many doubts about the possible old rulers that may exist on the Nolan continent, and the previous two contacts were also very shallow. Neither the black mist stone statue nor the throne of the stone palace could combine them with all the accumulated knowledge during this period. Corresponding to the Old Day Dominator.

And the parchment Irina got from Crassus and the others, after systematic online translation, was roughly a wizard’s prayer, praising the power and legend of an evil god named Meredith, by the way Several evil gods were mentioned, showing extremely fanatical worship.

The last paragraph caught his attention: "The Old Ones will eventually return and rule the world again."

And the various visions that suddenly appeared in this world, do they mean that the return has begun?

"What is the Old One? Can it be eaten? What does it look like?" Irina looked at Mag curiously and asked.

Mag thought about it for a while, and said, "The legendary Old One is probably an indescribable thing with various tentacles."

"Tentacles? It sounds disgusting, can you do it?" Irina frowned.

"The iron plate squid seems to be quite good." Mag thought for a while.

"Well, let's try to catch an Old One next time, but I don't know if the meat will be too old to chew after a few million years." Irina has already started to try it.

"After all, this world used to be theirs, so we have to give them some face." Mag was a little bit dumbfounded, as if they had fought before, even if it was the sealed Old One, he didn't have much confidence to fight it. Their tentacles are cut off to make sizzling squid tentacles.

"About Bloor, I haven't heard about him yet. What is certain is that he has not fallen into Helena's hands." McGonagall said instead.

Regarding the fact that Bloor is Shirley, Irina already knew, she shook her head and said, "I haven't heard from him yet, and I don't have many sources of information at the moment, but if he is caught by Helena, we will will save him."

"It may be affected by the news of his father's death. I hope he can calm down." McGonagall sighed. He watched Bloor's father bravely rushing towards those who besieged Irina. They stalled for some time.

"Sooner or later, I will make them pay for this." Irina said with a cold expression.

Mag is silent, he naturally knows Irina's character.

"I will continue to find someone to help find him and find him as soon as possible," McGonagall said.

"You said you were going to go to the Falk tribe the day after tomorrow. Do you have a plan?" Irina asked instead.

Mag shook his head slightly and said: "There is no detailed plan yet, the first goal is to rescue Connie's brother, and the second is to find opportunities to disrupt the coronation ceremony of Kingslayer Gary, and try to block the alliance between the Falk tribe and the Ogg tribe possibility. Once the two tribes successfully form an alliance, the orc tribe will basically be on the side of the war alliance."

"No plan is the best plan. Isn't it just making things that can't end? I'm very good at this." Irina's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she smiled.

Mag looked at Irina, whose eyes were shining with excitement, and silently sighed for the Falk tribe. Being targeted by this aunt would not end well.

"Xiaomi and Anna are already asleep. It's a quiet night. Shall we do something interesting?" Irina leaned against the door, her slender and straight legs protruding from under her loose nightgown, and her long, silky silver hair hung loosely in the air. Behind him, he stared at Mag and asked.

Mag thought for a while calmly, then took out the tablet, "Why don't we watch cat and mouse."

"See for yourself." Irina turned and walked towards the bedroom with some annoyance, closing the door suddenly.

"call--"

"so close."

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. At that moment, he felt as if he was being watched by some great god.

Fortunately, he is witty.

"Cat and mouse are so interesting." Mag turned on the tablet, watched two episodes with relish, and then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

...

It was late at night, and most people in the chaotic city had already fallen asleep. The number of suspicious people wandering on the streets had been reduced day by day after being strictly screened by the Gentlemen's League. Even the homeless people hid under the bridge well, not daring to come out in the middle of the night. To scare little girls who walk at night.

Even in the slums in the north of the city, there have been no vicious incidents for a period of time. All the gangsters who can be named have been found criminal evidence by those gentlemen who turned into Sherlock Holmes and sent them to Basty Prison.

Due to the shortage of cells, the density of cells in Basti Prison immediately increased, which is said to have caused dissatisfaction among some aborigines.

And the street patrol density of the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion has also increased a lot, so that the residents can really sleep peacefully and have a good night's sleep.

...

In the dark prison of the Gray Temple, where no light can shine, there is no difference between day and night.

The screams spread from the partitioned cell to the gloomy and empty corridor, forming an echo in the distance, and it took a long time to dissipate.

A dim oil lamp was lit at the end of the corridor. Bolton stood under the lamp, stuffed a bit of high-quality shredded tobacco into the bamboo pipe, lit it with a flint, took a deep breath, and watched the The subordinate who hurried out from the cell next door said, "How is it?"

"Minister, the punishments have already been passed, and Blaze still insists that he did everything alone, and confessed to everyone under his system, and he is not online." The subordinate handed the paper in his hand to Burton .

Burton took the paper, glanced at the content on it, and said with a sneer, "Is there really nothing, or is he still expecting something?"

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