Hearing the Archbishop's order, Leonard was stunned for a moment, and then he sighed in his heart:
Mr. ‘Follow’’ prophecy is true…
No, it is not a prophecy, He has already seen all of this.
Leonard quickly restrained his thoughts and followed the process to ask Archbishop St. Anthony to give him a formal document, then returned to the ground, took two team members and entered the Channis Gate.
When the inside guards checked the documents, he came to the room where Emlin White was imprisoned with patterns, and opened the thick stone door with a brass key.
The dark blue light then invaded the cell, making Emlin White's eyes closed.
His face was much paler than before, and his body became much thinner, giving people the feeling that it would float when the wind blew.
Thinking of Mr. Fool's answer, Emlin suddenly became confident about the current situation, and did not open his eyes, stood up slowly, and laughed:
I knew you would take the initiative to send me out.
Would you be disappointed if I said it was just a routine check?Leonard complained in his heart and responded without any expression:
I will give you thirty seconds to go out of the Chanis Gate after this time, I will stay as you volunteer.
As a senior night watchman and has been in charge of the Red Gloves Team for several months, Leonard has rich experience in dealing with prisoners.
Emlin's expression stagnated, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent, crossed Leonard and his two players and walked all the way out of the Chanis goal.
When he got outside, he suddenly shivered a few times, as if he wanted to remove the chill from his body.
After you go back, just bask in the sun for a few more days. Oh, the sun in Beckland is not that common in winter, and you vampires don’t like to bask in the sun…Aren’t you a pharmacist?You can prepare the potions in the ‘Sun’ realm yourself.Seeing this, Leonard reminded him a few casually.
Emlin's condition was wrong. On the one hand, he had not drunk spiritually rich human blood for many days and could only rely on animal blood to replace it. On the other hand, it was because he stayed behind the Channis Gate for too long and was eroded by the power of the night that supported the seal, and needed the potions from the Sun field to drive away the residual influence.
As a Potion Professor, Emlin is certainly sure about his physical and mental condition. He did not refute or nod, but just emphasized the Vampire and then asked:
Where is Father Utlavsky?
He has to stay for a while, and hope this hell war will end soon. Don't worry, we will let him go out twice a week next, and the two days it will take depends on the weather conditions of Beckland.Leonard responded simply and then sent Emlin White all the way to the ground and to the street.
Emlin hesitated for a moment and asked again:
Where is the nearest hospital?
what you up to?Leonard asked professionally.
Blood transfusion.Emlin raised his chin slightly, trying to keep his expression from changing.
Blood transfusion... It's just drinking blood... Leonard didn't expose it, pointed out the direction and explained the address.
After watching the Vampire Viscount leave, he returns to the ground and begins to study the cases to be investigated with his team members recently.
…………
After several days of trek, Klein finally arrived near the northern ruins of North City-State.
This is also a deserted plain, with the dry riverbed leaving its own traces on the earth.
Looking at the city with dark outlines, shadows and no sound came out, and Crane did not rush to get closer, but first found a hidden place and chanted the name of Mr. Fool.
Then he took four steps backwards, recited a mantra, and entered the grey fog. If he wanted to return to the Source Castle with just one thought, the prayers of the members of the Tarot congregation must be superimposed together to form a strong and strong anchor, which will produce enough summoning power to the fool.
With the help of the prayer light spot, Klein used his real vision to check the situation of the North ruins in the distance and found that the faint mist there was slowly but uncontrollably dissipating. At first glance, there was no spiritual thread. People wearing linen-like robes or wearing animal skin clothes fell in different places on the street, not as vivid and busy as the Silver City Exploration Team saw when they arrived here.
The angels or seals that occupied the city before discovered that their whereabouts were exposed, chose to migrate?While making speculations based on the situation in front of him, Klein retracted his gaze and looked at the gray and white mist holding the Source Castle.
He was preventing the miracle master, or the mysterious waiter, or the corresponding seal, from hiding in the hole of history and hiding an extraordinary person who was exploring the ancient city of North. He didn't want to jump into the fog of history to hide, and he would directly encounter a huge vortex formed by a twisted and embracing transparent worms, and he would no longer be chased by the slippery and terrible tentacles.
The previous ambush made Klein still feel scared, and he had a nightmare from time to time, hoping to find Miss Justice to treat psychological shadows again.
This was even more exciting to him than seeing the Secret Ou Enyuni put on monocles in front of him and was completely unable to move, because it implicated the dogs of Fugen.
After confirming the safety of historical pores, Klein returned to the real world, stretched his hand, grabbed it forward, dragged out his previous self, and also wore a half-height silk top hat, a black knee-length windbreaker, and a simple glass lantern.
The next second, he jumped into the gray mist, and followed the lit historical pores, and rushed all the way to the place where the corpses of civilized cities were stacked before the First Age.
This was a very clever safe house for him, because no ancient scholar could trace back to this completely era and lost prehistoric fragment.
Of course, for Klein, coming here all the way also consumed a lot of spirituality. He stayed for at most another quarter of an hour, and the premise was that his historical pore images did not make any heavy attempts.
After the body hides, the real world's Klein projection moves forward and quickly arrives outside the ruins of North.
He did not blindly move closer and enter, and then walked around to a hill opposite the dry riverbed, raised his right hand and summoned the original secret puppet, Chunaskorg, who looked cold and hard, with deep blue eyes and dark black eyes.
Cunas's body squirmed and instantly turned into Germansparo. Then, he reached out and took out a horse lantern from the hole in history.
This historical pore image summoned by the dim light of the lantern, chaotic distance, and came outside North City in a few steps, alone.
He then carried the lantern and walked through the decaying and collapsed buildings step by step through the faint mist and entered the remains.
Compared to using real vision on the gray fog, real contact has allowed Klein to discover more details:
Most of the humans and monsters that fell in different places had shown signs of decay and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time;
Some of them sat on chairs under the eaves, some collapsed beside the stove, some held moldy bread, some held hands, some leaned against the wall, and their lips were against the bone flute...
This allowed Klein to imagine what was going on in this city-state when they were still alive:
Some people are lazy and resting, some are baking food, some are purchasing along the street, some are focusing on music, some are laughing constantly, and some are fighting against monsters in the arena...
What a lively and lively picture, but in reality, everyone is already dead, no longer has their own soul, just repeating the same behavior in the predetermined way.
And one day and at some point, this strange scene also solidified and ended instantly, and everyone fell down without warning.
A city-state composed of secret puppets, the most realistic theater... The Mist Town had a similar situation at the beginning... Although I was also a "divinator", I still have to say that in terms of thriller, terrible and weirdness, our path will definitely be in the top three... Should I also play the same role in the future?The ‘Mysterious Waiter’?Klein carried a lantern and walked through the streets with many corpses upside down, following his spiritual intuition and heading towards the center of the ancient city of North.
The situation here made him believe that the one who once ruled the ruins of North was definitely smart enough. After the Silver City Exploration Team broke the tranquility and peace here, they did not choose to kill people or annihilate the clues, but instead threw away everything without hesitation and migrated to other places.
The reason why he didn't silence was perhaps because there was an Amon following the Silver City team at that time. Well, it might be because of the "real creator"... Klein casually spread his thoughts and soon arrived at a fairly intact church.
Inside the church is a statue of the demon wolf with eight legs covered with dark and short hair.
There was a rub of gray hair on the top of the statue's head, and the dark pupils occupied at least three-quarters of the eyes.
Not Fregra... the dark demon wolf that occasionally appeared in the Third Age, the God of Wish?He has been in the abandoned land of God for thousands of years, and finally found that extraordinary feature of Sequence 1?Klein had just flashed this thought, and suddenly there were chakra, chakra, chakra footsteps in his ears.
He was standing sideways and immediately turned his gaze outside the church. In the faint mist, a figure walked slowly and quickly outlined a clear outline.
He was nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slightly arched back, all white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars on his mouth, and a dark robe of a clergyman. He was a very elderly pastor or bishop.
His dark brown eyes were deep and calm, not as crazy and bloodthirsty as the monsters in the depths of the darkness, and had no spirituality.
However, in the long dark night with low lightning frequency, the clergy neither carried the animal skin lantern nor lit the flames, and walked quietly in the faint mist.
Mr. ‘Follow’’ prophecy is true…
No, it is not a prophecy, He has already seen all of this.
Leonard quickly restrained his thoughts and followed the process to ask Archbishop St. Anthony to give him a formal document, then returned to the ground, took two team members and entered the Channis Gate.
When the inside guards checked the documents, he came to the room where Emlin White was imprisoned with patterns, and opened the thick stone door with a brass key.
The dark blue light then invaded the cell, making Emlin White's eyes closed.
His face was much paler than before, and his body became much thinner, giving people the feeling that it would float when the wind blew.
Thinking of Mr. Fool's answer, Emlin suddenly became confident about the current situation, and did not open his eyes, stood up slowly, and laughed:
I knew you would take the initiative to send me out.
Would you be disappointed if I said it was just a routine check?Leonard complained in his heart and responded without any expression:
I will give you thirty seconds to go out of the Chanis Gate after this time, I will stay as you volunteer.
As a senior night watchman and has been in charge of the Red Gloves Team for several months, Leonard has rich experience in dealing with prisoners.
Emlin's expression stagnated, he opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent, crossed Leonard and his two players and walked all the way out of the Chanis goal.
When he got outside, he suddenly shivered a few times, as if he wanted to remove the chill from his body.
After you go back, just bask in the sun for a few more days. Oh, the sun in Beckland is not that common in winter, and you vampires don’t like to bask in the sun…Aren’t you a pharmacist?You can prepare the potions in the ‘Sun’ realm yourself.Seeing this, Leonard reminded him a few casually.
Emlin's condition was wrong. On the one hand, he had not drunk spiritually rich human blood for many days and could only rely on animal blood to replace it. On the other hand, it was because he stayed behind the Channis Gate for too long and was eroded by the power of the night that supported the seal, and needed the potions from the Sun field to drive away the residual influence.
As a Potion Professor, Emlin is certainly sure about his physical and mental condition. He did not refute or nod, but just emphasized the Vampire and then asked:
Where is Father Utlavsky?
He has to stay for a while, and hope this hell war will end soon. Don't worry, we will let him go out twice a week next, and the two days it will take depends on the weather conditions of Beckland.Leonard responded simply and then sent Emlin White all the way to the ground and to the street.
Emlin hesitated for a moment and asked again:
Where is the nearest hospital?
what you up to?Leonard asked professionally.
Blood transfusion.Emlin raised his chin slightly, trying to keep his expression from changing.
Blood transfusion... It's just drinking blood... Leonard didn't expose it, pointed out the direction and explained the address.
After watching the Vampire Viscount leave, he returns to the ground and begins to study the cases to be investigated with his team members recently.
…………
After several days of trek, Klein finally arrived near the northern ruins of North City-State.
This is also a deserted plain, with the dry riverbed leaving its own traces on the earth.
Looking at the city with dark outlines, shadows and no sound came out, and Crane did not rush to get closer, but first found a hidden place and chanted the name of Mr. Fool.
Then he took four steps backwards, recited a mantra, and entered the grey fog. If he wanted to return to the Source Castle with just one thought, the prayers of the members of the Tarot congregation must be superimposed together to form a strong and strong anchor, which will produce enough summoning power to the fool.
With the help of the prayer light spot, Klein used his real vision to check the situation of the North ruins in the distance and found that the faint mist there was slowly but uncontrollably dissipating. At first glance, there was no spiritual thread. People wearing linen-like robes or wearing animal skin clothes fell in different places on the street, not as vivid and busy as the Silver City Exploration Team saw when they arrived here.
The angels or seals that occupied the city before discovered that their whereabouts were exposed, chose to migrate?While making speculations based on the situation in front of him, Klein retracted his gaze and looked at the gray and white mist holding the Source Castle.
He was preventing the miracle master, or the mysterious waiter, or the corresponding seal, from hiding in the hole of history and hiding an extraordinary person who was exploring the ancient city of North. He didn't want to jump into the fog of history to hide, and he would directly encounter a huge vortex formed by a twisted and embracing transparent worms, and he would no longer be chased by the slippery and terrible tentacles.
The previous ambush made Klein still feel scared, and he had a nightmare from time to time, hoping to find Miss Justice to treat psychological shadows again.
This was even more exciting to him than seeing the Secret Ou Enyuni put on monocles in front of him and was completely unable to move, because it implicated the dogs of Fugen.
After confirming the safety of historical pores, Klein returned to the real world, stretched his hand, grabbed it forward, dragged out his previous self, and also wore a half-height silk top hat, a black knee-length windbreaker, and a simple glass lantern.
The next second, he jumped into the gray mist, and followed the lit historical pores, and rushed all the way to the place where the corpses of civilized cities were stacked before the First Age.
This was a very clever safe house for him, because no ancient scholar could trace back to this completely era and lost prehistoric fragment.
Of course, for Klein, coming here all the way also consumed a lot of spirituality. He stayed for at most another quarter of an hour, and the premise was that his historical pore images did not make any heavy attempts.
After the body hides, the real world's Klein projection moves forward and quickly arrives outside the ruins of North.
He did not blindly move closer and enter, and then walked around to a hill opposite the dry riverbed, raised his right hand and summoned the original secret puppet, Chunaskorg, who looked cold and hard, with deep blue eyes and dark black eyes.
Cunas's body squirmed and instantly turned into Germansparo. Then, he reached out and took out a horse lantern from the hole in history.
This historical pore image summoned by the dim light of the lantern, chaotic distance, and came outside North City in a few steps, alone.
He then carried the lantern and walked through the decaying and collapsed buildings step by step through the faint mist and entered the remains.
Compared to using real vision on the gray fog, real contact has allowed Klein to discover more details:
Most of the humans and monsters that fell in different places had shown signs of decay and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time;
Some of them sat on chairs under the eaves, some collapsed beside the stove, some held moldy bread, some held hands, some leaned against the wall, and their lips were against the bone flute...
This allowed Klein to imagine what was going on in this city-state when they were still alive:
Some people are lazy and resting, some are baking food, some are purchasing along the street, some are focusing on music, some are laughing constantly, and some are fighting against monsters in the arena...
What a lively and lively picture, but in reality, everyone is already dead, no longer has their own soul, just repeating the same behavior in the predetermined way.
And one day and at some point, this strange scene also solidified and ended instantly, and everyone fell down without warning.
A city-state composed of secret puppets, the most realistic theater... The Mist Town had a similar situation at the beginning... Although I was also a "divinator", I still have to say that in terms of thriller, terrible and weirdness, our path will definitely be in the top three... Should I also play the same role in the future?The ‘Mysterious Waiter’?Klein carried a lantern and walked through the streets with many corpses upside down, following his spiritual intuition and heading towards the center of the ancient city of North.
The situation here made him believe that the one who once ruled the ruins of North was definitely smart enough. After the Silver City Exploration Team broke the tranquility and peace here, they did not choose to kill people or annihilate the clues, but instead threw away everything without hesitation and migrated to other places.
The reason why he didn't silence was perhaps because there was an Amon following the Silver City team at that time. Well, it might be because of the "real creator"... Klein casually spread his thoughts and soon arrived at a fairly intact church.
Inside the church is a statue of the demon wolf with eight legs covered with dark and short hair.
There was a rub of gray hair on the top of the statue's head, and the dark pupils occupied at least three-quarters of the eyes.
Not Fregra... the dark demon wolf that occasionally appeared in the Third Age, the God of Wish?He has been in the abandoned land of God for thousands of years, and finally found that extraordinary feature of Sequence 1?Klein had just flashed this thought, and suddenly there were chakra, chakra, chakra footsteps in his ears.
He was standing sideways and immediately turned his gaze outside the church. In the faint mist, a figure walked slowly and quickly outlined a clear outline.
He was nearly 2.30 meters tall, with a slightly arched back, all white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars on his mouth, and a dark robe of a clergyman. He was a very elderly pastor or bishop.
His dark brown eyes were deep and calm, not as crazy and bloodthirsty as the monsters in the depths of the darkness, and had no spirituality.
However, in the long dark night with low lightning frequency, the clergy neither carried the animal skin lantern nor lit the flames, and walked quietly in the faint mist.
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