Chapter 267 Zaratul, You Framed Me!

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Leonard was in the corner of the lounge, scribbling on the notebook in his hand.

He has masterfully memorized the facial features of "Sherlock Moriarty", just like Ince Zangwill, who can draw a rough portrait with his eyes closed, but he has never been able to recall this sense of familiarity. origin of.

"When exactly is it? Who is it?"

Leonard quickly sketched out a Sherlock with a sketching technique, stared at the other person's beard for a long time, and suddenly wiped the beard with the eraser at the end of the pencil out of nowhere.

But he wiped his beard black in just a few strokes. Leonard was startled, suddenly realized something, and immediately drew another one next to him.

This one has no beard.

The first impression of a senior detective is that he is experienced. This sophistication is not only about his qualifications and experience, but also subconsciously makes people estimate his age as thirty or even forty. But without the beard, Sherlock Moriarty suddenly became very young.

Sherlock Moriarty's Real Age May Not Be That Old!

Leonard's pupils shrank, his pen tip paused in the air, and he began to look for other cover. Soon, next to the beardless Sherlock, he added a Sherlock with his glasses removed.

Leonard knitted his eyebrows and carefully looked at these three pictures, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly stood up and ran away, leaving the lounge and rushing towards his small workshop in the church.

Leonard rushed to the cork board where he had pinned photos of suspicious persons, took down the photo of Sherlock Moriarty, and placed it on the table. He also spread out the notebook where he had scribbled and placed it next to the photo.

Finally, he bent down with some trembling, took out a book from the drawer, and took out a flat photo from the book without any wrinkles or scratches.

——This is a group photo of the Tingen Nighthawks team.

The photo was taken one month after the new fortune teller Klein Moretti officially joined.

Leonard placed the photo solemnly on the table, closed his eyes, and turned on the light.

Under the light, the smiles of everyone in the group photo were clearly visible, and the friend who had died in the disaster looked at the camera shyly.

...However, it was Sherlock Moriarty without his beard and glasses.

Almost exactly the same.

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Medici frowned, sat down on the stone warmed by the bonfire, grabbed the person next to him who was trying to move away, and asked:

"Those brats decided to temporarily cease fighting?"

Traynor, who was held by the conqueror in his arms, nodded thoughtfully, while the New War Red members around him were secretly grilling skewers.

"That's it? Is this the quality of the church under Death? Are there no extra manpower in the two counties? Are their archons just decorations?"

ah. Archon.

Traynor pulled out a black-and-white photo from the wooden file rack in his hand. The file behind recorded the life profile of a man named Azik Eggers, and pointed it out to Medici:

"There seems to be something wrong with the Archon of the Church of Death. His life can be traced back fifteen times, all of which were spent in the Northern Continent. Six of them were wealthy businessmen, five were nobles, and the rest were middle-class or wealthy civilians. But The highest nobles can only climb to the rank of baron - this is also caused by the suppression of mixed-race and southern continent people in the northern continent. In short, the Azik Archon seems to know nothing about politics and management now. He is not in the right state. The ability improvement brought by the potion itself also requires a certain amount of time to be reflected again."

"He is only handling some affairs in name, and his real power is not as good as that of the high priest. The supreme ruler of the Balam Empire is still..."

Traynor thought about the title and said:

"The Pale Emperor."

In terms of intelligence information, Medici is quite concerned. After listening to this report, he picked up Azik Eggers' resume with two fingers. After looking at it, he couldn't hide the gloating on his face:

"This kid also has today."

"Do you know Him?" Traynor asked politely. He thought this was complete nonsense. Medici became famous as early as the Third Age, saying that every angel in the future had encountered him. Traynor all believe.

"I'm not an acquaintance. I heard that he was glared at at the end of the Fourth Age, and then there was no news." Medici looked at Azik's fifteen traceable life introductions and said happily, " I asked him how could he still be alive but not making any sound? It turned out that he had become dementia."

It turns out that from the perspective of a born mythical creature, forgetting part of the power of the potion itself is equivalent to becoming dementia. The sequence is "Death Archon" but he couldn't handle the affairs of the church and the empire for a while. Medici would definitely laugh at him if he met him - he had been locked in the basement for almost two thousand years and he still hasn't forgotten it. The instinct to rule!

"By the way, He also has a favored one, you have seen him."

Traynor, who touched a bunch of corn and started roasting it, turned around and said, "Huh?"

"The little fortune teller who turned into a woman."

Medici pinched his chin with great interest: "He carries the command whistle of the Pale Legion. This kind of thing can never be given to an ordinary favored person. Maybe he is this little feathered snake. I don't know how much. The grandson of my generation is here. However, after all this time, the Great Feathered Serpent has not brought back the Pale Legion. Could it be that he just let it go to the little fortune teller?"

"It's so stupid. A bunch of people playing with undead and zombies actually think they don't have enough manpower - just take the Pale Legion back. There are as many people as there are."

"You're right, but it's a pity that the Pale Legion has nothing to do with you."

Traynor joked casually, and suddenly felt the arms around his neck tightening suddenly. (No, there are so many hunters around recently, and my mouth is faster than my brain by accident!) He immediately became clear and had a good time. After recovering, he spoke with enlightenment: "Why do you have to follow the orders of the Death God Church? You directly disabled other places. Even if the Death God Church ran away, it would follow you, and you could also attract the troops from the Northern Continent. "

With his arms loosened a bit, Traynor took the opportunity to turn over the roasted corn:

"The pace in this month is too fast, and forcing Loen too hard will make Intis feel nervous. Now Loen's garrison in East Balam has been forced to Behrens City, Loen They were not allowed to retreat, so they were prepared to hold on with their backs to the sea until reinforcements arrived."

"Who are the reinforcements coming?"

"Are you very interested? I heard that he is a noble person, perhaps a saint from the royal family or the duke's family."

Traynor is relatively pessimistic about Loen's resistance. The symbol of war in the Southern Continent camp's Sequence 1 is holding his neck and staring at his roasted corn. What's the use of sending demigods to the Northern Continent?

Unless angels join the battle... According to his current occult knowledge, it can be seen that angels can only reach sequence two if there is a true god. Then killing Medici will probably require a group fight of multiple angels, or a divine descent.

God descends...

Can't imagine.

"Maybe he is just a cover, and there will be strong people hiding behind him..." Traynor muttered. Forced by Medici's tactical intimidation, he had no choice but to break the freshly roasted and fragrant corn into two sections and divide them. Give Medici a section. Although he felt that the Northern Continent would definitely not want to trigger a war so soon, he still chose to remind, "If Augustus has an angel, it can only be their founding monarch. I think it is impossible for such a person to enter the battlefield so quickly. , but you have to be careful about the church’s help, maybe the royal demigod will be followed by an angel from the church.”

But generally speaking, angels don't enter into battle easily.

The same goes for "War Angel". Except for occasional command, Medici has been forcibly suppressing the urge to cause a war and overlooking the battlefield. The battles between the saints were still minor battles, and there was no real threat to the gods and their anchors.

Angels are equal to the pope and have a noble status. They are mythical figures that have been sung for hundreds of years, and they are also very rare.

Once it appears, it means that the battle has risen to the level where the gods are looking down. It is no longer a battle between humans, but a battle between gods!

God's will will determine the direction of the war and the final winner.

Humans cannot compete with God, so in order to gain as much benefit as possible before God's will comes, people will always find ways to delay the arrival of angels, or simply let things end with the saints. The level ends.

"The Northern Continent won't do it. It's probably going to be a small fight for a long time in the future - the old snake is just waiting for the Northern Continent to send an angel first. He has two sequences plus one uniqueness. Isn't he also an angel? ?”

Medici and his subordinates ate corn together, chatting about the customs and customs of the Southern Continent. They teased each other about who was unable to walk after seeing a beautiful girl, and who was nervous and misdirected the bullet during the raid. From time to time, they also shared some information. The Aurora Club’s new cafeteria favorite is “Consecrated Beef Mashed Potatoes.”

This kind of beef-flavored potatoes that can be added to the body after a while after adding a little water is the same as the fish and bread of the Holy Communion. It is completely consistent with all the understandings of flesh and blood magic by the Rose Bishops. Mr. Frank, who is far away at sea, has become the most popular person in the Aurora Congregation. Admiring cultivators.

Since the Aurora Society received this product, the originally deserted canteen has become visibly lively.

Many new believers in the Aurora Society are attracted by the "sizzling and greasy barbecue and white bread." People at the bottom are very simple and simple, and all they ask for when they believe in the evil god is just one bite to eat.

Potatoes have always been a very fruitful crop, and it is even more so after Mr. Frank improved it. An acre of land can produce several times more food. Although I didn't eat "sizzling and greasy barbecue and white bread" a few times, I was able to eat honey-flavored pancakes, beef-flavored mashed potatoes, fried potato pancakes, potato pancakes, potato powder, potato dumplings, and the taste French fries that have become somewhat mysterious...are also totally acceptable. Having a full stomach and having the strength to do things is the first thing that makes people happy and satisfied besides praying.

They are now regular visitors to the canteen, which is bustling every day.

Therefore, Mr. Frank Lee suddenly became the most popular person in the Aurora Society besides the Lord.

People remember whoever helps people get fed.

Mr. Z, who was responsible for liaising with Mr. Frank, borrowed a camera and took photos of people in the cafeteria smiling as they prayed before meals. He also took a few photos of good-looking potato products and collected people's photos for a week. Evaluation, and finally placed in a large brown paper folder. However, due to the war, the postal industry at sea was basically suspended, and it could only be transferred to another divine envoy at sea to take it there.

Mr. Frank Lee belongs to the pirate "Star Admiral". The "Star Admiral" happened to be familiar with the visiting Ms. D, so he successfully handed the package to Mr. Frank.

It is said that Mr. Frank was extremely excited after reading a few pages of reviews and photos. He praised his mother more than a dozen times in a row, walked around the boat happily, cried and laughed, and was even so excited that he almost took off his shirt and danced while the guests watched. Go into the sea and fight passionately with sea fish.

Then he calmed down and solemnly invited Ms. D to visit his laboratory, and enthusiastically introduced some new products under development, such as mushrooms that can grow in a dark and lightless environment and mushrooms that eat monster flesh. , mushrooms that can release their own poison, milk mushrooms, fish mushrooms...

Ms. D expressed incomprehension in her report about so many types of mushrooms, but Mr. Frank's happiness was genuine.

"This mashed potato is really delicious, only slightly worse than my mother's."

"Before, I had to eat unpleasant rye bread, but now I have meat, fish and loaves! Praise the Lord!"

"Hahaha! Praise the Lord!"

Trainor hummed and praised the Lord perfunctorily. He looked at the bill and calculated the price of beef and potatoes.

More than a month after the war started, Balam's independence was in full swing. Slaves in many places spontaneously rebelled, killed their slave owners, and fled to the West Balam Plain where the Balam Empire was located.

As a plantation owner with a similar business in the Southern Continent, Traynor's ten plantations became independent in one fell swoop.

However, he was always well-informed, and early on he burned all the indentures given to slaves and laborers, canceled their debts, and declared them all free men again. Because Master Vaughn had a good reputation and was a conscientious master, he became a laborer for free people and was willing to continue working under him. Traynor's plantation completed a peaceful evolution, and people's work enthusiasm and efficiency were even better. Taller.

Paying them wages is undoubtedly an additional expense. In addition, there seem to be more and more people in the Southern Continent. Pilgrimage sects and fleeing people have gathered in West Balam. The land that has not yet been fully cultivated is no longer enough. .

"I have to go get some potato seeds with Aurora."

Traynor scratched the bill a few times with his fingers and said to himself: "6 pence a pound? Yes, it's only twice the market price. It's more than adding beef directly to it... This Mr. Frank is still the same as before. People-friendly.”

"It would be great if we could contact him... first buy 10,000 pounds and send them to the land in the east to try planting."

He thought about Richard's message and the hundreds of thousands of people in the northern continent who needed to be transferred, and felt a headache.

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The flying chess game reached the final stage. Zaratul's last plane was only three steps away from the finish line, but Klein needed a six.

Although the probability of each number is 1/6, people still subconsciously think that 6 is the hardest to get.

Zaratul's beard twitched slightly, probably smiling. It seemed that bullying the young man brought him a lot of happiness: "Okay, you played this game with me, and I have no regrets. After it's over, I will take the Obsidian , I’ll tell you the door opening symbol and the recipe for ‘Cunning Mage’.”

Klein didn't say anything, hoping that the next one would come up with a 6 quickly to make him leave the town. Although Zaratul did not say what punishment he would face if he lost to him in the flying chess game, Zaratul's repeated questions as if he was retaliating for Klein's heaping of wool made him a little physically and mentally exhausted, and he always had to immediately separate his energy to deal with those possibilities. There are also profound questions that prevent me from seriously immersing myself in the game.

Gululu, the dice started spinning again and stayed at 2.

Zaratul took two steps forward.

Klein took the dice and rolled it. After a while, it spun and stopped at 4.

"Well, you've been playing with me for so long, I don't have any regrets."

Seeing that the last few rounds would be over, Zaratul suddenly put away the dice, indicating that it was getting late. You kid has been here for a long time. If you accidentally die here, my ashes will not be able to get out again, and then Get ready to clear the chessboard. It's been so long. Red Moon has changed at least four times. How many rounds are left? Klein looked at this hidden existence with suspicion, feeling that the other person might have a premonition that he was about to lose.

But even if he wanted to think about it, he wouldn't really stop the other party. Klein couldn't grasp the time accurately, but at least several hours had passed. If daylight comes, Arrods, who needs to interact with the housekeeper and servants, is likely to be exposed, and he must hurry back.

Zaratul stretched out his dry palm, grabbed forward, and took out a piece of yellow-brown parchment, a quill stained with ink, and a bottle of ink.

Although this was the second time he saw this high-sequence fortune teller taking action, Klein couldn't help but move his eyebrows.

Zaratul picked up the quill, brushed words and symbols on the parchment, then rolled it up and handed it to him:

"The 'open door' symbol, and the 'Cunning Mage' potion formula you want."

"They can only last three quarters of an hour and cannot reach the outside world."

Klein unfolded the parchment generously in front of Zaratul, allowing the potion formula and the 'open door' symbol to come into view at the same time.

Suddenly, his eyes shrank and solidified.

The "open door" symbol is roughly consistent with the complex symbol provided by the Antigonus Family Notes with the help of the "Muppets of Doom". It is a vertical eye composed of many mysterious patterns and hidden symbols!

However, there is a little difference in details between the two. A crescent pattern and a fold line logo have swapped positions!

At this moment, the first thought that came to Klein's mind was:

Zaratul indeed has a conspiracy!

Immediately afterwards, he was very lucky that he had obtained the correct "open door" symbol from the Antigonus family notes in advance. At this time, he felt confident and would not panic.

Zaratul let the quill and ink bottle in his hand return to history, raised his head, glanced at "Gehrman Sparrow", and sighed:

"All the conditions are in place, you can go and open the 'escape door'."

Having said this, he fixed his gaze on the face of "Gehrman Sparrow" and chuckled:

"Don't forget to take my urn."

As soon as he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly split into countless tiny light spots, spreading around and blending into the void. It seemed that it had long since decayed and turned into ashes.

And where he was sitting, there was a tin-white jar with a simple pattern on the surface, nothing special about it.

Klein took two steps forward and bent down to pick up the tin can. He felt it was heavy and didn't look like a fake.

He opened the lid of the jar with the hand holding the parchment paper and saw that it was full of gray-white dust and particles, without any flickering light.

Are they really just ordinary ashes? Then who helped Zarath to be cremated? Cremate yourself? Klein couldn't see what the reason was, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration. He took out the spiritual-obliterating bullet that the Dark Saint had given him (which he would definitely not use) and threw it into Zaratul's urn.

Then, Klein picked up the obsidian slate that appeared next to the table, walked to the chipped wall, and installed it.

The wall quickly glowed and gradually became transparent, and the unfamiliar scenery and sky outside could be vaguely seen.

During this process, Klein was quite hesitant, not knowing whether to draw the symbol of Zarath or the Antigonus family.

Although the first reaction was that there was something wrong with the pattern given by Zaratul, if the other party wanted to harm him, it would be enough not to tell him that the church was dangerous when the red moon appeared. Moreover, the other party needs to take the urn to the outside world by himself. It will not do him any good if Klein dies in front of the door.

On the other hand, the signs obtained from the Antigonus family may not be correct. Judging from the situation in the outside world where Zaratul has gone crazy, the Antigonus family's treasure may be completely a trap.

Klein took out the gold coin, hesitated for a moment, and released the completely mutated Senior.

The "Blood Admiral"'s eyes turned dark blue and seemed to be turning left and right, which made Klein suspect that this new "demon" had developed a new personality, but was temporarily unable to break free from his control.

Just right.

He controlled Senior to walk towards the wall, while he took a few steps back and let the other person draw the pattern given by Zaratul.

Marionette did as he was told. Soon, the complicated vertical eye was painted.

Lines of pure light then covered it, traveled along the lines, and finally gathered together.

The scenery behind him became clearer and clearer, and the door was about to open without anything unusual.

Senior's dark blue eyes really moved. It took a step forward without Klein's control, as if it wanted to pass through the door first.

But the next moment, its movements froze, and it let out an instinctive howl as if it had seen something extremely terrifying. The howl seemed to be mixed with the screams of "resentful souls" and the filthy words of "devils". All the marionettes on the street immediately turned their heads to look at it!

Then, under the gaze of the swaying marionettes, Senior seemed to have been lifted up by his neck by an invisible hand, rose into the air, and hung to the same height as the marionettes. His eyes turned white little by little. Shake slightly.

Zaratul really has a conspiracy? !

Klein immediately controlled his "spiritual body thread" to prevent it from floating to the top of the church, and then immediately turned to look at Zaratul's tin-white urn.

Opening the lid and taking a closer look, Klein's eyes shrank and instantly became solid.

All the ashes in the tin-white jar are gone!

It turns out that as long as you open the door, you are interacting with the outside world. It doesn't matter whether you want to take someone out alone...

In the sight of "Gehrman Sparrow" that had not completely passed away, the image behind the light door zoomed in, and an empty hall appeared.

No, it was not empty at all. There were more corpses hanging in the air. "They" were old and young, male and female, and their clothes were exquisite, gorgeous, ancient, or casual.

These corpses, together with the hanging people inside the church, floated upward at the same time. "They" were densely packed, coming and going, as if they were performing a grand opera, an opera that accurately reflected all the ecology and details of a small town!

Klein saw that behind these hanging people, there was a transparent and smooth tentacle with complex patterns and hidden secrets that seemed to drive people crazy.

These countless tentacles all extend deep into the hall, where there is an ancient huge stone seat, with the surface inlaid with dim gold and gems.

This... Klein tensed up and closed his eyes without hesitation, cutting off the connection with the Marionette!

In his mind, the picture he saw in the divination before appeared:

Countless transparent maggots huddled together and sat on the huge chair, slowly squirming and growing wantonly, spreading out nearly invisible tentacles.

In the last scene where the marionette visually freezes, there is a tarot card lying quietly at the bottom of the ancient chair.

It also showed Russell on the surface. The emperor wore a gorgeous headdress, colorful clothes, and carried a cane with luggage on his shoulders. He seemed to be about to travel a long distance.

His expression is full of longing, with a puppy beside him, and in the top corner there are bright stars outlining the words:

"Sequence 0: The Fool!"

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The newspaper in Edward's hand shook slightly. In less than a second just now, he suddenly felt that something related to him suddenly appeared, and then suddenly the connection was completely disconnected.

"My sequence one?"

The vague feeling just now seemed to appear far away in the north.

"No, if the Church of the Night had to be noticed every time it moved a level 0 sealed object, they would have been discovered long ago."

"What is it? Why is it so far away?"

He stared at the north for a while, then a cut suddenly opened on the pad of his index finger, and a drop of blood stretched into a long blood line, outlining the appearance of a vague mountain peak.

The devil is against divination, but he does divination himself.

"I bled...when did I bleed on the mountain..."

The devil suddenly realized something and turned his head suddenly to look at the calendar on the wall.

In the early morning of June 7, 1369.

A very ordinary day, nothing special in any mystical sense.

"Someone touched the blood I left in the hidden town..."

"The door to the hidden town has opened again..."

"What day is today? Is it the 'time' that Zaratul is waiting for? Zaratul will definitely not be stupid enough to leave the church to touch my blood, and He can't leave. Then - if it has nothing to do with time, it has to do with Is there anything related to the people who left the town this time?”

TBC

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In a hidden corner that cannot be divined or found, a humanoid monster that slowly squirms like a ball of countless insects slowly retracts, stretching out one hand and two hands from the edge...

One of the hands pulled out a rusty and black bullet from the mass of flesh, as if it came from decades or even hundreds of years ago. The other hand groped on the ground and touched a model of something called a "projector". The projector, which had no power and no film loading, suddenly lit up on its own, projecting a scrolling film on the stone wall.

It was the scene where Zaratul lost to Klein in flying chess, and Klein turned into a secret puppet after opening the door!

But when the door opened, the picture suddenly became blurry, and Klein's figure was blurred. In the end, the slide actually began to regress, to the moment when Senior turned into a Marionette. The world changed, and Klein did not die. , but walked out.

Snapped!

The fifth hand closed the projector, and the five hands intertwined and turned into Zaratul's old arm.

A vague chuckle came from the meat ball formed by the insects:

"The future life is terrible..."