Red Rose Manor, sun-dried inside the house.
Edsac Augustus stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his face gloomy, and he looked at Triss, who was indifferent to the other side, with a volcano about to erupt in his voice:
Why did you run away again?
Tris's eyes passed over him, and he threw himself out the window, chuckled, and asked without answering:
Have you seen the meteor shower just now?Do you feel the earth trembling?
Behind her, the porcelain and other items placed in the cabinet had fallen on the thick and soft carpet, and the old butler Finkel stood beside her.
This is not too rare.Edsack responded in a deep voice.
Tris raised his eyebrows slightly and said:
You are very slow.
Then I will tell you frankly that I am a witch!
Prince Edsack's expression did not change at all. He turned to the old butler and said:
You go to the door and keep guarding, and don't let anyone in.
Yes, Your Highness.Finkel glanced at Tris coldly, turned around and walked out of the sun room.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Edsack breathed slowly:
Trischik, oh, you prefer to be called Trisch.
I know you are a witch, and the person who helped you buy extraordinary materials was not successful, and the ones you get were provided by me!
I don't mind if my princess is a 'witch' or a 'witch', I've even seen your wanted order!
Tris was stunned at first, then immediately showed a playful smile:
I know a lot...
Then do you know that I used to be a man and my real name is Tris.
……What?Edsack's eyes widened and his head tilted slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Seeing this, Tris suddenly burst into laughter, and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, and looked like a madman:
Haha, you heard it right, I used to be a man!I used to be like you, with a lower body longer than you and thicker than you!But the ‘witch’ potion forced my gender to change!
Isn't it disgusting?Is there a layer of chicken skin-like bumps?
She vented and said the words she had accumulated for a long time and took two steps forward.
Edsack could instinctively retreat, his throat squirmed up and down unconsciously.
No, that's not the case...you're a real woman...no problem...I can definitely confirm this!He murmured to himself first, then raised his voice and said, "Since I met you, you are a real woman. I don't want to know what you used to be like!"I can pretend that nothing like this happened!What I like is that I love you now!
Tris was stunned and raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had just laughed:
You are such a pity person.
Don't you understand yet?Our encounter is no coincidence, even you like...
She paused with a nausea and continued: Even if you fall in love with me, it is in other people's arrangements. Don't you think everything is too fast or too fast?I believe in love at first sight, but I don’t believe it has such great magic. You act like the protagonist in a third-rate love novel. Just because I met, I fell in love with the stranger and forgot the goal I once liked. This is crazy!
Prince Edsack's eyes were straight and his mouth was opened, but he didn't say anything.
His body suddenly shaking, as if he finally woke up from a long dream.
You, you are indeed the type I like...but my reaction is really, really, too exaggerated...
Tris's mouth curled up and turned his head and sneered:
But the pity person Ah, even the things he likes like are arranged by others, just like the puppet holding a thread.
Don't you understand yet?You are the object of sacrifice, and I am both a hostage needed for cooperation between the royal family and the witch sect, and a disguise necessary for deception.
I bring important items of the Witch Cult, under your strict supervision, and will be destroyed at any time and lose treasures. This is the sincerity of cooperation we show. Once the matter is exposed and known by the three major churches or other factions of the military, the development of the matter will be very simple. Prince Edsack is greedy for beauty and raising the witch. He knows that his sins are serious, so he swallows a gun and commits suicide. Then, all the problems will be covered up.
No!Edsack blurted out.
Then, he asked with a twisted face:
What are they working with the Witch Clan?
How could a hostage who could be abandoned at any time know?Tris laughed at herself, that's all the reasons I wanted to run away.
She buried her head and kept laughing, her body trembling slightly.
After a few seconds, she looked up again and outlined the corners of her mouth:
What do you want to deal with me?Strip my clothes and throw me onto the bed?No, you should have a psychological barrier. In fact, I don’t mind giving you some warmth now. It is not embarrassing to comfort each other between two people.
Prince Edsack looked at Triss in silence for nearly a minute with a round face.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes and pointed to the other side and said:
You leave.
Leave through that door.
Tris raised his eyebrows in shock:
You want to let me go?
Um.Edsack turned around and looked out the window and replied slowly, "I will stop Finkel. Whether you can escape other pursuits depends on your own strength and luck."
Tris's eyes were confused for a few seconds, and he quickly ran towards the secret door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help looking back:
And you?
Edsack did not turn his head, but still stared out of the floor-to-ceiling window, as if looking for the shadow of the past.
He smiled and said:
I?Let me live in this beautiful story and welcome its finale, for better or worse.
Tris took a breath, stopped stopping, and entered the secret door.
…………
St. Samuel's Church, in a quiet room.
One of the thirteen Archbishops of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the head of the Diocese of Beckland, Saint Anthony Stevenson, received an emergency telegram from the Earl of Hall.
The old man with no worries and deep eyes looked extremely clean, and even wearing a black and red archbishop's robe, he did not give people a dim feeling.
However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the heart, as if fear has ruled his spirituality, or faces the unknown existence that is staring at himself in the depths of the darkness.
Trischik...the original witch...Saint Anthony patted the paper and stood up immediately.
The light around suddenly disappeared, as if it was swallowed by the dimness in the room.
In the entire church, all the believers who prayed felt the arrival of the night in such a moment.
Everything quickly returned to normal, and St. Anthony appeared in front of Chanis, underground in the church.
The one who led the team to be on duty today is Deadly Simone.
Before she could ask, Archbishop St. Anthony ordered in a deep voice:
Be prepared and enter the process, I want to wake up a seal.
What he wants to use is 017.
He wanted to use the terrifying seal to confirm and deal with the matters related to Trischick.
And this is the only 0-level seal preserved outside the church, and only two senior officials in the entire church know it in the parish of Beckland.
Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop.Dailey was stunned for a second and responded immediately.
While waiting, St. Anthony closed his eyes, and some information about seal 017 naturally appeared in his mind:
Number: 17.
Name: XXXXX
Danger level: ‘0’, very dangerous, with the highest attention, the highest confidentiality level, cannot be inquired, cannot be circulated, cannot be described, cannot be spyed.
Confidentiality level: Pope, researcher in Group A, and Archbishop in charge of Beckland Diocese (Note: When the Archbishop is transferred from Beckland Diocese, the seal ‘129’ must be used to clear the relevant memories)
Seal method: The seal is completed through the cooperation of ‘129’ and ‘180’.
Description: This is not an item.
This is a living angel.
He has a beautiful appearance, black hair and eyes, and is suspected to be a young woman, and her actual age cannot be estimated.
...He does not have the wings recorded in the scriptures, and only looks, he lacks sufficient differences from ordinary people.
...He has no ability to think and has lost all his wisdom.
...All people and objects close to Him will completely disappear... Through divination and other means, it can be confirmed that they are still alive and still exist, but they can never be found. At present, 1,825 methods have been tried, all failed.
...The impact range of ‘017’ will expand and shrink irregularly, and has caused more than 70 researchers to disappear.
……
Warning, He cannot be exploited!
Appendix 1: This seal first appeared in the Quaternary Pale age, with specific year, missing, specific date, missing, specific location, missing.
Appendix 2: The data shows that He has been awakened five times.
…………
By passing the message and searching for the fake Inszangewell, Klein defeated the interference of the master key with the help of divination methods and headed all the way to the exit of the revelation.
He knew very well that under the carpet-style search, the bodies in the unmanned room would be found soon, so he had to race against time and arrive at the exit as soon as possible.
The ability of the faceless man must be matched with the magical object that can destroy corpses... Klein, who practiced true knowledge, did not take long to cross the levels and patrol teams to the exit pointing to divination.
But what surprised him was that there were no guards here, only a heavy stone gate standing alone.
What's the situation?
Why is no one guarding the exit?
Am I misguided in divination, or guarding outside?
With a lot of thoughts, Klein found a corner, took off his armor, and returned to his light and agile state.
Then he came to the cross-open stone door and groped to the corner of the wall on the left.
After carefully confirming it with gold coins, Klein took out the quaint brass key, pressed it against the wall, and twisted it gently.
The water waves emerged and swayed slightly, and Klein passed through the wall silently without going through the main entrance!
What first caught his eye was the natural light drooping from the dome, which meant that this place was indeed an exit.
Klein cautiously did not move, quickly adapted to the light here, and saw neat but mottled gray stone slabs under his feet, with thick pillars in front of him.
This is a hall, with four hooded figures kneeling around something suspected to be an altar.
Immediately afterwards, a soft but low female voice came into Klein's ears:
Mr. A, are you ready?
Edsac Augustus stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his face gloomy, and he looked at Triss, who was indifferent to the other side, with a volcano about to erupt in his voice:
Why did you run away again?
Tris's eyes passed over him, and he threw himself out the window, chuckled, and asked without answering:
Have you seen the meteor shower just now?Do you feel the earth trembling?
Behind her, the porcelain and other items placed in the cabinet had fallen on the thick and soft carpet, and the old butler Finkel stood beside her.
This is not too rare.Edsack responded in a deep voice.
Tris raised his eyebrows slightly and said:
You are very slow.
Then I will tell you frankly that I am a witch!
Prince Edsack's expression did not change at all. He turned to the old butler and said:
You go to the door and keep guarding, and don't let anyone in.
Yes, Your Highness.Finkel glanced at Tris coldly, turned around and walked out of the sun room.
Hearing the sound of the door closing, Edsack breathed slowly:
Trischik, oh, you prefer to be called Trisch.
I know you are a witch, and the person who helped you buy extraordinary materials was not successful, and the ones you get were provided by me!
I don't mind if my princess is a 'witch' or a 'witch', I've even seen your wanted order!
Tris was stunned at first, then immediately showed a playful smile:
I know a lot...
Then do you know that I used to be a man and my real name is Tris.
……What?Edsack's eyes widened and his head tilted slightly, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.
Seeing this, Tris suddenly burst into laughter, and laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth, and looked like a madman:
Haha, you heard it right, I used to be a man!I used to be like you, with a lower body longer than you and thicker than you!But the ‘witch’ potion forced my gender to change!
Isn't it disgusting?Is there a layer of chicken skin-like bumps?
She vented and said the words she had accumulated for a long time and took two steps forward.
Edsack could instinctively retreat, his throat squirmed up and down unconsciously.
No, that's not the case...you're a real woman...no problem...I can definitely confirm this!He murmured to himself first, then raised his voice and said, "Since I met you, you are a real woman. I don't want to know what you used to be like!"I can pretend that nothing like this happened!What I like is that I love you now!
Tris was stunned and raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had just laughed:
You are such a pity person.
Don't you understand yet?Our encounter is no coincidence, even you like...
She paused with a nausea and continued: Even if you fall in love with me, it is in other people's arrangements. Don't you think everything is too fast or too fast?I believe in love at first sight, but I don’t believe it has such great magic. You act like the protagonist in a third-rate love novel. Just because I met, I fell in love with the stranger and forgot the goal I once liked. This is crazy!
Prince Edsack's eyes were straight and his mouth was opened, but he didn't say anything.
His body suddenly shaking, as if he finally woke up from a long dream.
You, you are indeed the type I like...but my reaction is really, really, too exaggerated...
Tris's mouth curled up and turned his head and sneered:
But the pity person Ah, even the things he likes like are arranged by others, just like the puppet holding a thread.
Don't you understand yet?You are the object of sacrifice, and I am both a hostage needed for cooperation between the royal family and the witch sect, and a disguise necessary for deception.
I bring important items of the Witch Cult, under your strict supervision, and will be destroyed at any time and lose treasures. This is the sincerity of cooperation we show. Once the matter is exposed and known by the three major churches or other factions of the military, the development of the matter will be very simple. Prince Edsack is greedy for beauty and raising the witch. He knows that his sins are serious, so he swallows a gun and commits suicide. Then, all the problems will be covered up.
No!Edsack blurted out.
Then, he asked with a twisted face:
What are they working with the Witch Clan?
How could a hostage who could be abandoned at any time know?Tris laughed at herself, that's all the reasons I wanted to run away.
She buried her head and kept laughing, her body trembling slightly.
After a few seconds, she looked up again and outlined the corners of her mouth:
What do you want to deal with me?Strip my clothes and throw me onto the bed?No, you should have a psychological barrier. In fact, I don’t mind giving you some warmth now. It is not embarrassing to comfort each other between two people.
Prince Edsack looked at Triss in silence for nearly a minute with a round face.
Suddenly, he closed his eyes and pointed to the other side and said:
You leave.
Leave through that door.
Tris raised his eyebrows in shock:
You want to let me go?
Um.Edsack turned around and looked out the window and replied slowly, "I will stop Finkel. Whether you can escape other pursuits depends on your own strength and luck."
Tris's eyes were confused for a few seconds, and he quickly ran towards the secret door.
Before leaving, she couldn't help looking back:
And you?
Edsack did not turn his head, but still stared out of the floor-to-ceiling window, as if looking for the shadow of the past.
He smiled and said:
I?Let me live in this beautiful story and welcome its finale, for better or worse.
Tris took a breath, stopped stopping, and entered the secret door.
…………
St. Samuel's Church, in a quiet room.
One of the thirteen Archbishops of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the head of the Diocese of Beckland, Saint Anthony Stevenson, received an emergency telegram from the Earl of Hall.
The old man with no worries and deep eyes looked extremely clean, and even wearing a black and red archbishop's robe, he did not give people a dim feeling.
However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the heart, as if fear has ruled his spirituality, or faces the unknown existence that is staring at himself in the depths of the darkness.
Trischik...the original witch...Saint Anthony patted the paper and stood up immediately.
The light around suddenly disappeared, as if it was swallowed by the dimness in the room.
In the entire church, all the believers who prayed felt the arrival of the night in such a moment.
Everything quickly returned to normal, and St. Anthony appeared in front of Chanis, underground in the church.
The one who led the team to be on duty today is Deadly Simone.
Before she could ask, Archbishop St. Anthony ordered in a deep voice:
Be prepared and enter the process, I want to wake up a seal.
What he wants to use is 017.
He wanted to use the terrifying seal to confirm and deal with the matters related to Trischick.
And this is the only 0-level seal preserved outside the church, and only two senior officials in the entire church know it in the parish of Beckland.
Yes, Your Excellency the Archbishop.Dailey was stunned for a second and responded immediately.
While waiting, St. Anthony closed his eyes, and some information about seal 017 naturally appeared in his mind:
Number: 17.
Name: XXXXX
Danger level: ‘0’, very dangerous, with the highest attention, the highest confidentiality level, cannot be inquired, cannot be circulated, cannot be described, cannot be spyed.
Confidentiality level: Pope, researcher in Group A, and Archbishop in charge of Beckland Diocese (Note: When the Archbishop is transferred from Beckland Diocese, the seal ‘129’ must be used to clear the relevant memories)
Seal method: The seal is completed through the cooperation of ‘129’ and ‘180’.
Description: This is not an item.
This is a living angel.
He has a beautiful appearance, black hair and eyes, and is suspected to be a young woman, and her actual age cannot be estimated.
...He does not have the wings recorded in the scriptures, and only looks, he lacks sufficient differences from ordinary people.
...He has no ability to think and has lost all his wisdom.
...All people and objects close to Him will completely disappear... Through divination and other means, it can be confirmed that they are still alive and still exist, but they can never be found. At present, 1,825 methods have been tried, all failed.
...The impact range of ‘017’ will expand and shrink irregularly, and has caused more than 70 researchers to disappear.
……
Warning, He cannot be exploited!
Appendix 1: This seal first appeared in the Quaternary Pale age, with specific year, missing, specific date, missing, specific location, missing.
Appendix 2: The data shows that He has been awakened five times.
…………
By passing the message and searching for the fake Inszangewell, Klein defeated the interference of the master key with the help of divination methods and headed all the way to the exit of the revelation.
He knew very well that under the carpet-style search, the bodies in the unmanned room would be found soon, so he had to race against time and arrive at the exit as soon as possible.
The ability of the faceless man must be matched with the magical object that can destroy corpses... Klein, who practiced true knowledge, did not take long to cross the levels and patrol teams to the exit pointing to divination.
But what surprised him was that there were no guards here, only a heavy stone gate standing alone.
What's the situation?
Why is no one guarding the exit?
Am I misguided in divination, or guarding outside?
With a lot of thoughts, Klein found a corner, took off his armor, and returned to his light and agile state.
Then he came to the cross-open stone door and groped to the corner of the wall on the left.
After carefully confirming it with gold coins, Klein took out the quaint brass key, pressed it against the wall, and twisted it gently.
The water waves emerged and swayed slightly, and Klein passed through the wall silently without going through the main entrance!
What first caught his eye was the natural light drooping from the dome, which meant that this place was indeed an exit.
Klein cautiously did not move, quickly adapted to the light here, and saw neat but mottled gray stone slabs under his feet, with thick pillars in front of him.
This is a hall, with four hooded figures kneeling around something suspected to be an altar.
Immediately afterwards, a soft but low female voice came into Klein's ears:
Mr. A, are you ready?