Chapter 190 Dark Place

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On the first day of February, the Angel of the Word came near Silver City during the second census of the Forsaken Land.

This angel with an old appearance and a stooped body is holding an old lantern burning with black spiritual fire and leaning on a twisted wooden staff. He is walking alone in the endless darkness and occasional lightning. He looks very much like " The hermit" card.

The lightning in the sky was at a high frequency. The Holy Word Angel Steve stopped in a valley about a hundred kilometers away from Silver City. He stood on a steep cliff and stared at the scene ahead with the help of the light of thunder and lightning. Ruins - There used to be a prosperous human city here, which once had trade relations with the Kingdom of Silver. The city was mainly populated by humans, and there were also some foreigners with good intentions living there.

The city is beautiful, orderly, and full of vitality, just like every city-state and kingdom under the Creator's rule.

In front of Steve's eyes, a sun-drenched land appeared. People in ancient clothes were chatting and laughing, and children and teenagers holding food and fruits were playing on the streets.

The illusory sunlight disappeared from his eyes, and ferocious lightning tore through the night sky.

The ruins of the city are divided into three parts, one on the cliff, one in the valley, and one on the cliff on the other side behind the huge gap.

With such relics, we can easily deduce the cause of the city's destruction: the earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and large tracts of houses fell into the valley with people. A good city was divided into three parts by the ground, and the survivors on both sides met across the valley. Hope soon all died in the eternal darkness that followed, and its name and history were buried in the darkness forever.

Steve paused on the cliff for a long time, finally turned around and wandered towards the west.

His first census ended in failure, for which Steve made a profound reflection in his year-end report.

He believed that his main mistake was being too impatient. He didn't even know the status of "Angel of Destiny" before it was restarted, so he rashly started searching for it. As a result, he visited all the city-states and found no useful information.

He wasted a lot of time, but fortunately the "Angel of Destiny" had not yet been born, and the merciful Lord had not punished him. And now half a year has passed. Lord Ourolyus should be taking shape no matter what, and he should show some of the magic of the King of Angels. If there is no news this time, it means that Ouroleus Mr. Si is not in the land abandoned by God at all!

There was lightning in the sky, and Steve walked forward slowly.

Counting the time spent searching for several other small towns along the way, he would reach the border of Silver City probably tonight.

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In the morning, Klein informed the fat pharmacist Darkwill about Roy King.

Darkwill was shocked by the efficiency of the adventurer who asked him to seek medical treatment for his sudden illness. He was frightened by the news itself and quickly paid the money under the threat of the adventurer. During the process, Klein noticed that the bird raised by the fat pharmacist had been observing him.

Is it also the "audience" route? Klein made a random guess in his mind.

After completing this commission, the great adventurer Gehrman Sparrow was idle again, and he was a little uncomfortable with it.

But now is indeed not a good time for him to show his face, because the news of the death of "Vice Admiral Disease" came out from nowhere. Her fleet was broken up and divided by several other pirate generals, which seemed to confirm this. Then I don’t know where the real information came from. "Vice Admiral Disease" was assassinated on the night he recovered the red-haired Elaine. The entire flagship "Black Death" was destroyed. She and the red-haired Elaine None of them have disappeared - based on this piece of information, many third-rate love stories were derived that made Klein feel sour. He imagined countless soul-stirring plots out of thin air, and they often ended with both of them retiring.

That's right, they retreated. It's best to investigate the mysterious disappearance of the red-haired Elaine, and don't cast doubt on me...

Alas, newspapers from various countries actually published this story! Just like when Qilinges was buried in Backlund, although the noise was not so huge, all countries have stamped one thing, that is, "Lieutenant General Disease" is really dead!

"A witch... a witch like Triss can easily instigate so many people to kill each other. A witch who has been a pirate for so many years will have many lives on her hands..."

"What is the feeling of loss that I feel now? Thinking about it carefully, I am not sympathizing with her. I probably just feel a little bit sad about the death of a rabbit. After all, in front of those powerful demigods, I am as fragile as she is. It can be crushed with just one finger..."

"Tracy also has tens of thousands of bounties in various countries. I wonder if those strong people will claim it..."

After walking outside for a while and having lunch with an inexplicable mood, Klein returned to the hotel. He expelled from his mind all the fabricated rumors he had heard from pirates and sailors along the way, took off his coat and fell onto the clean, soft bed, preparing to just lie down on it and let his spirit body go to the Source Castle. Continue to play "Poseidon".

He lay there for more than ten minutes and suddenly covered his face with his hands.

"No one from the Aurora Society came to retaliate against me, not even one person came to warn me!"

"With their power of action, as long as the true Creator shows any displeasure, it is estimated that a saint will come and kill me in a gas explosion last night - yes, He said that I can only be resurrected once."

"How could a god not have time to take revenge on me? It could only be that he didn't want to... he actually regarded me as his favored one!"

Klein covered his face with his hands, feeling uneasy at the inexplicable kindness of the True Creator.

After all, the style and habits of the Aurora Society and the True Creator have always been there. They can be said to be notorious in the extraordinary world, only better than the Rose School of Thought. Even if I have a better impression of the true Creator because I am also an ancient person, it does not mean that I, a normal person with modern education, can accept them, let alone be His favored one with peace of mind!

"Why did He tell me this information so seriously? Is it because the Origin Castle and the Origin Castle symbolize my future destiny?"

How terrible this fate must be, that a powerful god who has been famous for a long time chooses to wait and see and win over!

Why me? Why me?

Klein suddenly thought: If he hadn't tried to communicate with Source Castle after waking up, this fate might not belong to him.

Now, it is impossible to escape from the Source Castle. I need its divination ability, I need it to start the Tarot Society, I need it to complete the sacrifice and prayer rituals... The Source Castle brings too many benefits, Klein Can't let go anymore.

"Hey, I don't want to think about that much anymore!"

"Being stronger is the last word right now. Even the Source Castle can't make me become a demigod out of thin air. If I still let Ince Zangwill go free with the Source Castle, then I might as well lie back in the coffin! "

Klein cheered up and pushed away all the messy bad thoughts. Then he stood up, held a ceremony, and headed to Origin Castle.

When he was preparing to lure the "Poseidon Scepter" from the debris pile, he suddenly thought of something.

That is, the paper crane folded by Will Asceptin, the mercury snake, is still in his hand!

The Thousand Paper Cranes incident is still fresh in Klein’s memory, because it was through that object that Will Auceptin located Dr. Allen’s astral body and instilled it into him when he was traveling in the spirit world in his dreams. Information forms revelations and evolves into specific dreams.

Later, Klein replaced Will Ascetin's one with a paper crane he folded, and went to perform divination above the gray fog, but failed to reach a valid conclusion until Dr. Allen's wife was pregnant, and he calculated the time With a vague understanding of the situation from Sequence 1 to Sequence 0, it is guessed that it is Will Asceptin who has restarted the Swallowing Tail. It is speculated that the other party is having a fierce battle with other "Snakes of Destiny" for the Sequence 0 position, and the Thousand Paper Cranes are leading The corresponding nightmare is just an add-on, the real function is to help Will Asceptin become a baby in a secret way.

Now, the mystery is gradually being solved, and the identity of the other "Snake of Destiny" that I guessed at the beginning has been confirmed. It is one of the founders of "Redemption Rose", the "Angel of Destiny" Ourolius.

The funniest thing about this incident is that the paper crane folded by Klein was regarded by Backlund's Nighthawks as the original version of Will Auceptin, and they used their rougher craftsmanship to forge one and replace it.

"I have always thrown that paper crane into the gray mist, and almost forgot about it... I can only get very vague revelations using it for divination. If there are no other encounters, it is difficult to deduce that the child pregnant by Dr. Allen's wife is Will Auceptin, but in turn, Will Auceptin can use it to determine the location of the spirit world, just like the magic mirror Arrodes relies on the breath of gray mist to connect to the radio to receive reports from the spirit world. Just like a machine..."

"Hey, this seems to be a possibility..." Klein sat up straight and had a very creative idea.

He thought he could use the paper crane to communicate with Will Asceptin in his dream!

This may not be of any use to me now, and may even be dangerous, but if Will Auceptin is really the "Snake of Destiny" of the School of Life, I will definitely gain a certain amount of favor by providing the corresponding information... ...For such an angel king-level existence, early investment is necessary. When he is actually born, there may be dozens of times the return. Anyway, I won't die if I try. Well, if I die, I can be resurrected once. ...Klein increased his vigilance and first took out his pendulum to divine whether this matter was dangerous.

After a lot of work, he determined that the danger level of this matter was acceptable, so he used the ritual to bring the paper crane back to the real world from above the gray fog.

"I hope the aura above the gray mist does not neutralize its own specialness, otherwise Will Auceptin will not be able to locate it. Well... the sequence in front of 'Snake of Destiny' is 'Prophet', I will do it later. Will the incident be as Will Asceptin expected?

"The reason why he chose Dr. Allen to be his father is because Dr. Allen is my friend and he can establish contact with me over and over again? Isn't this too narcissistic..."

"However, there is a question that is questionable. After Will Auceptin used the paper crane to locate Dr. Allen, he could just 'reincarnate' him. Why did he have to have recurring nightmares, and the dream also revealed his destiny? For an ordinary person, he neither understands nor plays any role in the fight between snakes. Isn't this seducing a blind man with his eyes?

"The dream created by Will Auceptin was shown to me?"

Klein frowned slightly and had some guesses.

He suppressed his doubts, picked up the round-bellied pen, filled it with ink, and considered leaving a message on the paper crane to attract the attention of Will Asceptin, the "Snake of Destiny."

What should I write about? Klein recalled the experience of the life school described by Arrods, and felt that there was one sentence that could encompass everything, and was also very clear and contained a lot of emotions.

That sentence is:

"Your house exploded!"

This sentence is too vulgar and direct, reminding me of the two bickering hunters, and Will Auceptin may not be the speaker of the School of Life... Klein considered it, slightly displayed the paper crane, and placed it on every surface. Write down different words to make a short sentence:

"Roy King got busted."

After doing all this, Klein put away the pen and stuffed the paper crane into his wallet, just like Dr. Allen did before.

Next, he began to think about which method to choose to remove the remaining pollution in the "Total Black Eye".

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The wet rats dragged their earthworm-like tails and crawled through the alleys as dirty as garbage dumps.

A hungry dog ​​pounced, and the wet mouse slipped from its mouth.

A woman wearing tattered bloody clothes knocked on the door. Her eyes were blurry and misty, and sometimes there was a glimmer of ferocity like a beast.

The young man who opened the door was startled at first, then his face turned bitter. He kept looking around and urged:

"Leave quickly! Wen Xia, do you know that your reward has been posted all over the streets? Get out of here. On the police station's reward list, you are the only one who has broken two hundred pounds!"

"Do you know how many people want to exchange your head for money? You still dare to walk on the street!"

The woman named Wen Xia rolled her eyes sluggishly, with a crazy smile on her face that was mostly covered by her messy hair:

"so what……"

"They can't catch me. They are disgusting explorers from the Northern Continent. They steal the tombs of our ancestors and take away our lives and wealth. Do I actually want to be afraid of them...? Impossible."

She muttered in her sleep: "It doesn't matter how many come, I will kill them all and sacrifice them to the great god."

"Well, it's enough to sacrifice twenty more people..."

After the two exchanged some things, seeing that she hadn't left yet, the bitter-faced young man was so anxious that he almost jumped:

"Crazy! You are really crazy! You must have been crazy since the collective prayer that day! I told her she shouldn't have dragged you there!"

He stretched out his hand to push Wen Xia away, who was standing at the door, but was afraid of the crazy and terrifying temperament on the other person's body and did not dare to touch him. He turned his hand in a circle in the air and then went back to sort out his clothes.

"Okay, okay, you're not afraid, can I be afraid? I don't have that terrifying power like you, and I haven't lit a candle, so just leave as if it's for my life, okay?!"

Wen Xia took two steps out, the chaos in her eyes disappeared a little, and she asked:

"last question."

"Your mother is a member of the Rose School, why didn't you participate?"

"Me? That all happened when I was a child. My mother was beaten to death when I was five years old!" The young man was frightened by this term and was shocked that Wen Xia dared to say the name of this organization outside. come out. As if he was eager to distance himself from the relationship, he quickly closed the door, leaving a gap as wide as the palm of his hand, and said in a panic, "I don't want to die, I just want to live peacefully, and don't want to participate in any resistance! Damn it, I was I shouldn’t have gone to that prayer with you! Mace has gone crazy and turned into a murderer, and you have gone crazy too..."

Wen Xia looked at him quietly, without blaming him for his cowardice, and just said:

"I am leaving."

"My candle has burned out and I need yours. I will never come to you again."

"Surely it was a problem with the candle? How did you know that I secretly took a small piece... Fortunately, I didn't light it..." The young man muttered and closed the door, and the sound was cut off by the dilapidated wooden door.

Wen Xia was in a daze for a while, one foot was deep and the other was shallow, and she left the street with empty steps.

Under the dim sky, people were walking in a hurry with their heads lowered. The small town was so lifeless that not even the young people could be seen. There was silence all around, not even a soul in the square. Shops and taverns open their doors, listlessly opening hungry mouths. There wasn't even a beggar near the shop door.

Wen Xia noticed that several people in the dark were looking at him. He didn't know whether they were slave traders or people who simply wanted to commit murder. The slave trader probably wouldn't stay here. She had seen many perpetrators... She didn't take it seriously and wandered to the entrance of an alley, with a pair of dark blue eyes revealed in the shadows.

The serial killer asked coldly: "Got it?"

Wen Xia nodded, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened: "Was he scared by you? You used to be the most cheerful one among us, but now you have become like this, haha..."

The serial killer who had only been on the run for a few months and already had nearly a hundred lives on his hands sneered when he heard this. He rubbed his face, smoothed his wrinkled brows, and naturally raised the corners of his mouth, revealing the same warm smile as before:

"He didn't see it."

But his smile disappeared immediately, and the serial killer said angrily:

"The guy didn't dare to light it, so he threw it into the river in the end! I went down to the river to look for it, but I didn't find anything. It's probably gone long ago."

Wen Xia looked at the other party's soaked boots and lower trouser legs, and her smile was a little sincere. She raised her hand, and in her hand lay a small candle head only as long as a knuckle:

"It's enough for us to light it a few times. There are no other candles. How can we contact God in the future?"

The serial killer is unimpressed: "That's not something we should worry about."

"What we have to do is continue to move forward, to the northwest, to the stronghold of the Rose School of Thought, and participate in the great sacrifice dedicated to His Highness Si'a."

Wen Xia nodded, and the two of them put on the shabby cloaks they had prepared and left this city together, which was more of a slum than a slum.

Not long after they left, a ragged man glanced longingly at the wanted poster on the wall, then bent down and approached the door of the police station. Standing at the door was a police officer wearing a brand new military coat, with a small bag hanging on his wrist filled with confiscated chestnuts from the Southern Continent. The middle-aged police officer, with shiny leather boots on his feet, peeled and ate the steaming chestnuts one after another, making the ragged locals salivate unconsciously.

The local approached cautiously, nodded and bowed:

"Sir...sir!" He was eager to receive the reward and let his family have a hot meal. He ignored the twisted expression on the police officer's face regarding the disgusting items. The local whispered, "Suspicious person! There is a suspicious person coming. Our town!”

He spoke too hastily and in a low voice. Worried that the police officer might not hear him, he subconsciously took two steps forward and was kicked to the ground.

"Damn thing, it stinks!" The expression on the pot-bellied police officer's face became even more distorted, "You are covered in mud and garbage. If you dirty my boots, you have to lick them clean!"

The local man was kicked so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He quickly knelt on the ground and apologized with his head lowered.

The police officer carefully inspected his new leather boots, peeled another chestnut, and then asked slowly: "Suspicious?"

"Yep!"

In fact, he was not sure who the strange woman was, but he saw that the woman gave the young man a few bills. They themselves did not look like street girls or pimps. The local said quickly: "I saw them walking into the alley. They are right next to me. I can lead the way... That boy's parents are both members of the Rose School. They died more than ten years ago. As expected, the boy is still alive... There is collusion with the cult!”

The two sides were not far away, and the police officer was suddenly surprised: "Is the wanted criminal gone?"

"Let's go, let's go, we just left not long ago."

The police officer breathed a sigh of relief, turned slightly to the left, went back to the police station and called a few people. After ten minutes, he led the group of people in the direction pointed by the locals. Arriving at the small wooden door, after the only Beyonder in the station confirmed that there was no spiritual response in the room, the police officer took a step forward, kicked open the small wooden door, and shouted: "Come out!"

There was a sound of a gun being loaded, and the young man timidly walked out of the door, raising his hands above his head.

With this commotion, many people suddenly appeared around, watching the excitement attentively, as if they were growing out of the ground.

The police officer enjoyed the feeling of being noticed by everyone and asked fiercely: "Do you have any dealings with suspicious persons?"

The young man immediately cried: "No, no!... That's my distant relative. She's going somewhere else. She came to talk to me when she passed by..." He quickly reached out and groped around on his body, and found out those brand-new cards. The banknotes were handed over with his head lowered.

"Please forgive me! I have always been a peaceful person..."

The police officer grabbed a few banknotes, not caring about the longing and fearful expressions of the locals next to him. Each banknote was worth one sole. There were seven soles here, which was enough to make up for his weekly salary!

He took a disgusted look at the young man's bare-walled home and saw that there was nothing else of value, so he cursed a few times and prepared to leave. The young man nodded and bowed before sending him away. Finally, he turned around and gave the local an angry look.

The local man didn't get any benefit at all. Seeing the young man's eyes, he suddenly felt some unknown anger in his heart. His brain became hot and he shouted to the leaving police officer:

"Sir! Sir! I saw the face of the woman who was talking to him! That woman is the murderous lunatic rumored in the surrounding cities!"

The police officer who had not walked a few steps suddenly turned around, his eyes were a little shocked and a little scared, and he asked as if to verify: "Are you sure?"

The locals were not sure, so Wen Xia pretended. But he suddenly thought of the 230-pound reward, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure!"

A look of horror appeared on the police officer's face, and he whispered to the deputy:

"what to do?"

The adjutant disagreed: "That lunatic is indeed near this town. It's not surprising that he came. You can report this clue. There are fake clues everywhere now. Maybe it is true. Her clue can also get ten points." How many pounds is it?”

The police officer felt that it was reasonable. Anyway, he was not required to arrest the madman himself. After he calmed down, he suddenly raised his hand and fired several shots in the back. The young man and the local fell to the ground at the same time.

"The madman killed an innocent poor person here. We avenged this person and killed her informant. Saying this will probably make this clue more credible." The police officer said with a smile, "After all, There are also more than ten pounds!"

TBC

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We have to find a way to get rid of Richard's personal seal.