Chapter 128 Mirror Image

Because they both sensed something was wrong, Annan and Salvatore didn't chat for too long.

It just so happened... Nottdam wanted to watch his wife and couldn't stay outside for a long time.

After they had eaten and drank, and sent Nottdam back, the two of them went directly to the police station.

This is not the same as previously planned.

Originally, Salvatore did not intend to get involved in such troubles with Annan...

But what happened in the old house in Notre Dame gave him some lingering fears.

Without the shadow's urging, he directly followed Annan's pace.

Because he also has something to ask Bishop Darryl...

"... Nottdam? You mean the tax collector?"

After listening to Annan and Salvatore's narration, Bishop Daryl's expression was a little strange: "You said, he is at home with his wife who is about to become pregnant... No. 44 Clearwater Street? His wife's name is Mimi, and she is very temperamental. Some big pregnant women?"

Annan moved in his heart and asked, "What's the matter, is there a problem here?"

"The problem is big..."

After getting the definite answer, Bishop Daryl murmured in a low voice.

He glanced at Annan and couldn't help sighing.

How can this guy be so troublesome...

After dismissing the others in the room, he spoke slowly.

And the next words of the fat bishop made Salvatore feel a little cold:

"Notre Dame should live at 12 Rustywater right now... His new wife isn't married to him, let alone pregnant."

The fat bishop glanced at Annan and Salvatore with a strange expression, and pointed to the map behind him:

"—but if it's pregnancy, it's Mammy... that's a nickname, her full name is Merris Notedam. But...

"She died of dystocia two or three years ago."

"……Well.

"

Hearing this, Salvatore couldn't help trembling, and his face became a little ugly.

Annan glanced at him and asked Bishop Darryl, "So, Grandpa Darryl - do you have any clues about this?

"Or, do you think this might be some kind of pseudo-god ritual?"

"As far as I know, probably not."

Bishop Darryl quickly shook his head: "The abilities of the skeleton man and the rotman do not involve 'time' and 'resurrection'. Although the skeleton man has the ability to make the corpse move again, it is impossible for the two of you. Can't tell the difference between a corpse and a living person.

"According to your description, the false gods who can achieve this effect are the 'faceless poet' or the 'bell ringer'. But their human body and church power are not in the kingdom of Noah... Moreover, they are very far away from us. far, far.

"So, this matter should have nothing to do with the gods. At least, it is definitely not a conspiracy of a certain church."

Otherwise, we'd definitely be able to detect it.

The bishop said so.

Bishop Daryl's words were full of confidence.

He looked at Annan and exchanged glances.

Then the fat bishop opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "Do you need me to take a look?"

Although his attitude is very euphemistic, the meaning of this sentence is very clear——

Bishop Darryl suspects that Notedam may have received a sacrifice related to the "Faced Poet" or "The Bell Ringer".

This is the only way to actively communicate false gods without the participation of the "church".

Annan was silent for a while, then shook his head: "Don't worry..."

Salvatore was staring at the map, frowning and thinking for a long time.

Looking at his appearance, Annan moved in his heart: "Do you have any ideas, senior?"

"...I have an idea, Don Juan."

Salvatore looked cautious, and said slowly while recalling: "I seem to have heard a similar ceremony from the teacher before. But it is not related to those two false gods, but..."

He said, silent for a while.

He stretched out his hand and silently pointed to the two residences in Notre Dame.

No. 44 Qingshui Street in the West District, close to the Lord's Mansion.

East Side stretches out at 12 Rusty Water Street in the slum.

If the commercial avenue in the middle is regarded as a mirror.

So within the circular Roseburg territory...these two residences are exactly symmetrical.

Immediately, Salvatore asked slowly.

"Don Juan, have you heard the name... Michelangelo?"

Hearing Salvatore's words, Annan and Bishop Darryl looked at each other and said nothing in silence.

On the other side, Salvatore was still stroking the map, measuring the land with his fingers, confirming something on the map.

He whispered: "The teacher once told me... Almost five years ago, a very powerful wizard in the Duchy of Winter performed a forbidden ritual. His name was Michelangelo Buonaro. , known as the 'Eye of Time Lag'.

"Although he is only a great wizard of the golden level, many great figures who have mastered the truth of themselves should also respect Master Michelangelo."

"Because Master Michelangelo was especially good at spells related to the elements of 'mirror' and 'time'.

“He can turn reality into a mirror surface, step into the past world that is symmetrical with the mirror surface of reality, time-synchronized but reversed, and freeze and materialize one of the two worlds at any time.

"After he freezes time, people in the past can't see him. And the attacks he caused in the past will all be synchronized and mirrored back to reality. So a slightly older wizard, as long as he knows his abilities , no one wants to offend him..."

Having said that, Salvatore took a deep breath.

He said slowly: "But the master who controlled the time spell had a big problem in the forbidden ritual five years ago, and failed at the last moment... unfortunately fell."

At this moment, Annan blinked.

He vaguely realized something.

Annan looked at the fat bishop, and said in a cold voice, "Meris Notedam, when did he die?"

"Two years ago. To be precise, two years and six months ago, maybe a few more days."

Bishop Daryl replied immediately.

To be a priest, memory must be excellent. Otherwise, you may die without knowing when...

Salvatore turned around.

At that moment, Annan saw a calm, indifferent and confident brilliance in the eyes of this senior who was always blank:

"—The exact time of death of Master Michelangelo was November 30, 1498.

"The current time is December 9, 1503 on the new calendar.

"If the days when Merris Notre Dame died in childbirth were to be used as a mirror...

"It's only a few days away from the mirror image time five years ago."

Salvatore said slowly: "And Mr. Notedam also said...

"His wife is due in a few days."