Chapter 357: The Compassion of the Scarlet Lady (Two Chapters in One)

When humans think, the gods laugh.

This is not to belittle or despise, but it is difficult for mortal beings to communicate with the thinking of higher-level beings, unless they stay in other people's souls like some people do, and forcibly lower their own level to a level that mortals can understand.

Therefore, Lynch did not bother to figure out why the goddess of night came to him. On the one hand, analysis is based on normal logic and causal relationships. Analysis that cannot establish logical relationships is called blind guessing, which is a waste of time. On the other hand...

That is the mother of my neighbor in the sense of mythological genealogy. Although it is different from the mother understood by humans, there is still a certain similarity from the perspective of the relationship between gods.

The old lady of the neighbor's house invited people to her house for dinner in the evening. There are people who consider whether she is trying to deceive themselves to travel to a small country, but not many, at least Lynch is not.

'Right, neighbor. '

[You'd better not trust her too much, Lynch. ]

'Hmm? ’

Luna’s gentle thoughts were a little more serious:

[There may be shadows under the light, the sun itself may have dark spots, and the moon in the night sky may also shine, but darkness... will never turn white. ]

‘So? ’

[I’m not referring to this matter, I’m referring to her herself. ]

‘She is not a good god? ’

[We don’t have so-called good or bad, but our goals are different. But the effects of the goals are good or bad for mortals. ]

‘So she might do bad things to us? ’

[The night is always a harbor for the two moons to rest. She won’t have any ill will towards me, but... she may not have bad intentions towards you, not this time, but you should never let your guard down against her. ]

‘I understand. ’

Lin Qi sighed deeply and had a rough guess, but since the neighbor was willing to remind him of this matter, it meant that the problem was not big and it did not affect his mood. It was better to say that he was a little happy.

After bowing and bidding farewell to Archbishop Trinles, Lynch left the dangerous backyard, where not only lions and tigers were rampant, but also people were slashing each other with swords, or shooting at random with pistols and rifles. With his own marksmanship, Lynch felt that the guests behind might not be dead enough, so he decided to stay away from there, and it was safer in the front yard.

More and more people came, and it was estimated that there were already two or three hundred people gathered. When I entered the door, I asked the butler who greeted the guests that there might be thousands of guests today.

This is the best social venue, the favorite stage for gentlemen and ladies in the upper class. At this time, the young are desperately showing themselves like peacocks with their tails spread, and the mature and stable elders are gentle and restrained, flattering each other with smiles on their faces. Their behaviors are different, but their purpose is the same.

Socializing.

But this is like a nightmare for a geek like Lynch. Why do you come here when you have time to watch Moriarty's detective series at home? How scary.

Especially now he is no longer the little transparent person he was when he just woke up. After nearly fifty days of hard work, his reputation has gradually become louder. Those well-dressed gentlemen who pass by will say hello and exchange a few words. Lynch's hair is all blown up. Even if they must bother me, why not replace them with a group of beautiful ladies, such as the beautiful lady who looks familiar? Hiss, no, isn't that cat girl Hathaway? How come the cultists are also invited? Forget it, you'd better not come over, slip away.

Just at the side of the castle, Lynch went directly into the small garden on one side. There are relatively fewer people here, and Lynch breathed a sigh of relief.

It's so damn scary. How did Diana survive when she pretended to be me last time?

Looking around me, the garden is relatively small, only about two or three football fields in size, divided by flowers and shrubs like a maze, and there are dozens of large stone sculptures two or three people high in the center.

It is said that it is the work of Baron Willen, a master of Quaternary art, who spent twenty years to create this set of sculptures of the day when the gods came. Flawless, the result of the master's life's work.

However, when the last sculpture, the Sigh of the Night Goddess, was being finalized and the end of the Night Scepter in the goddess's hand was being carved, the master was probably exhausted and his hand trembled, causing a piece of the end of the scepter to fall off, making the entire sculpture group no longer perfect. The master vomited blood and died on the spot, and the blood that spurted out was the final decoration of the sculpture.

Lynch was not hiding behind the bushes just now to listen to what passers-by said. He found that this was really a good place to eavesdrop on privacy.

"Have you heard that the princess's hobbies are different from others? You don't know, there is no man around her, but she has more maids than Prince William."

I'm not sleepy when you talk about this, tell me more about your hobbies.

"The birthday celebration of Queen Mother Friedman on the other side is about to begin. It is said that she is most satisfied with the gift from our country, but she is even more satisfied with the recovered necklace. It is said that every time the Queen Mother takes it out to show it, she will excitedly tell others about its thrilling journey."

Thrilling ass, that's fake, I spent five minutes making it up, idiot.

"Big secret, former mayor Howard is dead. It must be our great king who secretly did it. He was the leader of the local council. They discredited him and pulled him down, then secretly killed him to eliminate all evidence, and even dared not let people see his body. Hehe, His Majesty the King has too beautiful thoughts, but it's a pity that others also have brains."

"I also heard that Norlin has been very lively recently. The contradictions between the gentlemen in the House of Lords and the gentlemen in the House of Commons have almost intensified. Several conflicts have broken out, and it is said that there has been bloodshed."

"Hehe, Princess Sophia was attacked a few days ago. The king's old dog suspected that someone from the Rhine City Council hired someone to do it in order to avenge Howard's death."

"Is it really them?"

"Who knows, and so what if it's true, I'll see how this ends."

Phew, it seems that there is something really not simple behind this matter.

The people he was talking to all left, but Lynch still sat on the stone bench, lit his pipe and fell into deep thought.

In these few contacts with the so-called king's old dog, Baron Bolvar, Lynch only told the other party his guesses and analysis. The other party did not share everything behind it with him, nor did he tell him how he would deal with it.

He thought this was quite reasonable. He was just a layman, and it was good that the other party was willing to listen to his opinions. It was impossible to tell him everything, especially various safety measures.

For example, what happened today was that his suggestions for strengthening security, checking identities, and not allowing vehicles that easily conceal dangerous goods were adopted. However, he believed that the other party must have taken many other measures that he didn't know about, just like the day before yesterday. It's like adding an extra layer of substitute insurance.

I hope I'm too sensitive and no one will cause trouble at the dance, and no one's insurance measures will be used in the end.

Sighing deeply, Lynch was thinking about it when he suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his brain, like being pierced by countless steel needles.

No, a strong person appears.

The last time Lynch felt this way, he was facing the cultist of the Ancient Flicker, the seventh-level Kelvin. Only a high-level soul-shifter could have such a big reaction to his inspiration.

He quickly rolled his eyes and looked around. Before he could find his target, a sound of footsteps came out of the bushes behind him.

"The collections shown just now are actually not very valuable. The really valuable ones have been hidden by Wayne, but he can't hide the one in front of him, which is the most famous one, the blood-stained Night Goddess." An old man The voice walked and said, "I came here once when I was young. It is indeed an ancient artifact from the Quaternary Period and is of great research value. Since he dared to invite us temporarily today, we must take the opportunity to study them all. We cannot let go of such Good opportunity.”

Why are you still so cunning and want to gain knowledge for nothing? Have you been doing this for more than eighty years?

Lynch immediately heard the identity of the other party. Ole, the chairman of the Archaeological Association, the top combat power in Rhine City, with an eighth level of authority.

However, invited temporarily? Is this how Bolvar and Duke Wein responded?

It's just to prevent assassination, and it's just a guess. There's no need to put the nuclear warhead out to scare people. Or maybe I guessed it right, they really discovered some serious crisis.

For a moment, Lin Qi had an ominous premonition in his heart, but before he could think about it, a group of people had already come out of the bushes and happened to meet him head-on.

"Mr. Leviv, we meet again." Chairman Ole nodded proactively, his voice full of energy, "The exam question this time is about the Yark Dynasty of the Third Age. The nobles of the Yark Dynasty are all Worshiping Lake Dweller Glaki, they will carve the guardian on the tomb door, so the question is what is the image of the guardian."

Old guy, you're doing this again. If I couldn't beat you, I would go over and beat you now. Damn free prostitute, disrespectful and shameless.

Lin Qi gritted his teeth angrily, but still couldn't laugh or cry and replied: "A fat man with long arms and legs and no head."

"Igoronak, it seems that you are right. The Yarks are indeed worshipers of Glaaki. Many royal families have been made servants of Glaaki."

A group of professors looked at each other for a while, each of them beaming with joy, as if they had found a treasure. This made Lin Qi a little confused, is this really valuable knowledge? Not so happy.

However, as soon as the idea came to him, the old chairman's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down on him.

"Second question, did you hide the Revelation of Glaaki?"

? ? ?

"What, what is the Geraki Begging Road? Is it delicious?" Lynch experienced the subtle feeling of guilty conscience for the first time, and said with erratic eyes, "Can you hide it?"

A group of old men sighed, and Lin Qi's former teacher said angrily: "What are you listening to in class? There will be records in the tomb of important funerary objects. If you want to pretend to be stupid, destroy the records first. And the most important thing is The funerary objects and display cabinets are protected and will not be lost if they collapse, they can only be taken away.”

Um? And this? Lin Qi blinked innocently, no, you must have missed it in class.

"Don't look at me, I don't have this kind of student."

Seeing that the old professor was about to commit suicide in shame and anger, Lynch could only smile awkwardly: "Maybe someone else took away the three... burial objects, and there may not necessarily be the Apocalypse of Glaaki in it, haha Ha ha."

"The forces that worship Glachi often have the custom of making copies of the Book of Revelation, which is very bloody. They will force illiterate slaves and prisoners of war to make copies, copying them letter by letter, and they will go crazy after copying a few words. The slave is executed, and another consumable is used to continue copying. Therefore, a copy of a few hundred words may contain the souls of thousands or even tens of thousands of slaves. Of course, this is not the point. The point is the Book of Revelation itself. There is Yi Ge on the door. Ronak Guard, 100% contains a copy of the Apocalypse of Glaaki."

Chairman Ole explained in person:

"We don't want to discuss the issue of burial objects with you, child. In fact, your contribution makes you eligible to take any burial objects. We have nothing to say about this. But only Revelation, you took away the real thing. It's useless, unless you like to lose your mind, and that thing is very dangerous. Once you read any page, Igoronak, the servant of Glaaki, will be lurking around you, waiting for an opportunity to kill you with your current strength. , it’s hard to escape, so you’re putting a noose on yourself by holding it.”

Really? I do not believe. You're such a bad old man.

In fact, Lin Qi already believed it, but he was still a little hesitant.

Do you want me to spit out the stuff that's in your mouth?

"We're not the kind of people who take your stuff for free."

No, you are the ones who had it for nothing last time.

"Give us the Apocalypse, and we won't ask about other burial objects. We will also give you a disaster-level rare item, the value of which is no less than the copy of the Apocalypse of Glachi. In addition, we can also promise that once you are strong enough, you can come at any time Read this transcript in the association, although I don’t understand what benefit this behavior will have to you. In addition, if you find any transcripts of the Apocalypse in the future, you can give them to the association, and we will exchange them for valuable things.”

Lin Qi was really tempted.

He was worried about how to deal with this thing. If it were handed over to the Archaeological Association, at least Natalie would not worry about causing a disaster, and in this way, he would no longer have to bear the psychological burden of having committed tomb robbing.

"What is the strange object?"

When Chairman Ole heard this, his beard trembled with laughter. He closed and opened his right hand, and there was a seemingly silver ring in his palm. "The Crimson Lament absorbs the wearer's own energy every day. When used, Shoots a beam of moonlight with single-target attack power at the target, once a day, but the power increases with the accumulation of wearing time. The minimum power is equal to the median destructive power of the second-level power, and the maximum power can be reached after one month of accumulation, which is equivalent to the sixth-level power. Median destructive power. In addition, as your strength increases, the time to accumulate maximum power will be shortened accordingly. After level six, it can reach the minimum time of one day."

[Ms. Scarlet’s compassion, may my compassion turn into moonlight and wash away all the sins in the world]

Hiss... Lin Qi's expression stiffened. Now he relies on recklessness to hit people, and his attack power is seriously insufficient. This thing comes at the right time. Although the sixth-level ability can only be used once a month, it is a big killer. It's not for casual use. After a few days of daily accumulation, the power of two or three levels is enough.

The key is……

'Neighbor. ’

[Well, this is not the memory of Red Moon, but it is the memory of Red Moon by the world, similar to the passion of a fiery lady. 】

So there was no need to hesitate. Lin Qi grabbed the ring and put it directly on his index finger.

‘You are so ugly, neighbor, and people have a bad impression of you. ’

[You can sacrifice it to me so that you won’t be ugly. 】

‘Don’t even think about it, I won’t take it off. ’

Lin Qi stroked the ring, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said seriously: "Well, I'm not too interested, but we are all old friends, so just accept it reluctantly. I will send the transcript to the Archaeological Association tomorrow. ”

Bang bang bang, a group of old men started high-fiving each other, and no one knew who was suffering.

After admiring the ugly silver ring for a while, Lin Qi finally remembered the business: "This is not the first time that the Governor's Palace has held an event in recent years. Several gentlemen have not come for many years. Why are they interested in coming today?"

"The Duke invited me temporarily today, saying that there might be a situation where we need to rely on the chairman."

Lin Qi's teacher said something vaguely, then surrounded Chairman Ole and rushed towards the statues.

really.

The good mood was cast a shadow, and the underlying uneasiness became stronger.