Chapter 131 A Friendly Exchange of Sincere Feelings

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The interior of the church was very dark, without any light. Edward's eyes immediately switched to night vision in order to adapt to the environment. He could see the scene in the church clearly without spending any spiritual energy.

In front of it are rows of old wooden seats, and a statue with a blurred face in the dark. The church is very simple in layout, with only two rows and eight rows. It is probably only enough for the people in the town.

Then, he raised his head and saw figures one after another hanging in the air as far as his eyes could see.

It's all human.

Some of them were wearing black classical robes, some were wearing brown jackets, some were wearing fluffy skirts, and some were in tatters, like beggars.

Some of them have rough faces, some have deep outlines and are handsome and masculine, some have delicate and delicate facial features, and some are childish and cute and quite young, with no similarities at all.

No, they still have something in common. They are all like bacon being dried, hanging from a high place, their heads drooped, their eyes rolled white, and they are swaying.

The girl who was tainted by her own blood was not among them. At the same time, there were many that were damaged in the small melee. It seemed that all the residents of the town were here.

Edward looked at the rows of marionettes, and for no reason he thought of the sausages he had stuffed in Intis before, and then thought of what Amon said, "There are many cocoons of light hanging on the Source Castle." He couldn't figure out this for a moment. Is it Antigonus's personal style or the influence of the top of the path?

Woo!

A cold wind blew in the church, and the figures and corpses hanging in the air turned at the same time to face Edward.

Their collars seemed to be connected to ropes, their heads were still lowered, but their expressions were vaguely angry, as if the puppeteer behind them was secretly trying to drive this impolite guest out.

Then, the figures swayed like wind chimes, their mouths opened, and they made a sound that was almost gibbering:

"Honakis... Fregra..."

"Honakis... Fregra..."

These sounds echoed and overlapped, and merged together, like puppets singing a song together.

This sentence is actually in the common language of the Northern Continent? Your own residence, the place where you shelter your followers, and your father's name... Antigonus, you are really an interesting mythical creature... and Amon's instinct to carry out human activities under the instinct of his own extraordinary characteristic "Decipherer" The difference between "learning" and "analysis" is that you actually have a good impression of human beings based on your own subjective will.

Professor Decay found it very interesting. For mythical creatures, liking humans is like liking an object. There is nothing incomprehensible, but relying on human nature is like taking drugs. Even if they die from it one day, it is natural.

This made him want to chat with Antigonus, discuss his views on human groups and believers, and see if he could absorb some useful viewpoints to invest in the education of Amon.

Edward walked forward leisurely, and above his head, the figures were swaying, as if they were looking down at him.

After walking twenty or thirty meters, Edward came to the end of the church and saw the dark altar and the stone statue enshrined on it.

It has the overall shape of a female human, but two animal legs grow out of its ribs and waist, which are covered with short, thick, hard black hair.

In addition, there are thin black bands surrounding the stone statue, which look like tentacles extending out.

At the foot of this stone statue, there are souls sleeping, as if they are surrounded by stars.

Is this the Mother of Heaven who also lost to the goddess of night in the battle for "darkness" power after Fregla? I don’t know what your name is, or maybe like the goddess of the night’s real name, it’s a taboo covered by secret authority.

Then, Edward looked away and saw an old man hiding behind the statue.

Feeling His sight, the old man opened his eyes, a pair of dark eyes that looked like deep water.

The old man's eyes widened.

The old man's expression turned into "Benefit".

The old man turned his head to the other side and purred loudly.

Edward sat down next to the old man very familiarly. The old man moved away with his eyes closed, and then Edward grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Long time no see, Zaratul." The devil whispered in the old man's ear with a smile, and went about his daily routine as if meeting an old friend. "So you have been vacationing in the Honakis Mountains?"

Zaratul laughed twice, opened his eyes, tilted his head back, and every wrinkle on his face tried his best to express his resistance: "You are right, it is very quiet here, there is no Amon, the secret puppet drama is being staged It’s very interesting, and the dialect of the Kingdom of Darkness is also very interesting. It’s a great holiday here.”

Edward smiled slightly: "Do you want to go out?"

Zaratul, who had extensive experience in working with demons, laughed three times and replied readily: "No."

The two of them looked at each other for three seconds with warm smiles on their faces, and then suddenly reached out at the same time. One took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and the other quickly pulled out a stack of steaming, freshly baked cookies from the hole in the history. They exchanged the things in their hands with a tacit understanding and completed a trial transaction.

"You were Zaratul during the time when Russell was the enemy of the whole world."

Edward picked up a piece of biscuit and put it into his mouth - the Intis civilian refreshment that he had reproduced and spread: Oreo - thereby understanding the message transmitted by Zaratul and confirming the identity and identity of Zaratul. During the period, he said in a tone that was true:

"No wonder Russell didn't count you as one of the combatants in the end. Although your body behaved relatively normally, you were already on the verge of losing control of your resistance, right?"

"haha, yes."

Zaratul unpacked the package skillfully, took one out, brought it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then lit it and held it between his fingers:

"You actually improved again and successfully became the King of Filth."

Edward snorted, a little displeased: "Before I came in, I was still the King of Angels."

Zaratul glanced at the white shirt on the other person's body and the ferocious blood stains on the half of his body where the heart was, but said nothing.

The silent atmosphere lasted for about half a minute, and Zaratul suddenly said: "There are many changes between you and the way I remember you."

"People always change." Edward Devil whispered, "I don't mind telling you, come on, let's work together for the great..."

"The sunshine is so beautiful tonight!" Zaratul raised his voice to interrupt the second half of the sentence in time, and silently moved a few centimeters away.

Edward chewed the biscuits, reviewed the taste of his craftsmanship, glanced at Zaratul, and responded politely:

"After seeing you, I somewhat understood why you helped Adam and suddenly attacked me."

"The sequence-one characteristic of the "audience" is still in your hands now. "

Zaratul let out a few dull laughs from under his white beard, and did not deny it: "But you are still alive. I am still here, so the characteristics are still in my hands."

"Oh, if Adam dares to tell the Seven Gods that he has been stripped of a copy of Sequence One, I am afraid that at least three gods will descend on the spot. After coming down, they may not come to kill me, but to kill Adam."

"You really do have this big secret in your body."

"great……"

"The moon is so beautiful tonight!"

After a few rounds of back and forth, the two angels looked at each other and smiled.

"If you want to exchange that characteristic for support, I suggest you give it directly to the Storm Lord."

Edward considerately gave advice to Zaratul: "The Night and the Storm are old allies. The God of Wisdom protects himself wisely, but the Eternal Sun has an unclear attitude. You give the sequence to the Storm and let him reason with the Night. Or you can just go directly. Give it to Heiye in exchange for his support, and if Heiye is happy, maybe you will be released from here immediately after serving your sentence."

The historical projection smiled and did not answer. After a moment, he replied meaningfully:

"It would be foolish to leave your choice to the gods."

"Keep guarding the treasure, and you will eventually be killed and cheated."

After Edward finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed: "Oh, is there still a chance for your fate to change? Do you know that you will be able to go out in the future?"

Zaratul smiled and said nothing.

"Zarath, I just have something to ask you." Without even thinking about it, he knew that he would not be able to get any information, so Edward simply skipped the topic naturally, "How many times can you miraculous masters be resurrected?"

"If this is the transaction you initiated, I hope there will be a reward that is enough for me. Of course, it is not to help me out." Zaratul did not refuse immediately, but put forward the conditions very skillfully and naturally, and did Set restrictions and improve transaction content to prevent yourself from being scammed.

"Of course, I am sincere in exchanging information with you. My information is valuable and timely enough. Of course, you must complete more details of my question based on its value. "

Edward said very naturally and sincerely. Upon seeing this, Zaratul turned his face and waited for the next step - when both parties have enough chips and equal identities, the devil is the best trading partner - he looked at the devil's face. Eyes, I heard the other party say word by word:

"I met a fortune teller who seemed to be able to 'advance' resurrection. He only had Sequence 7."

Advance resurrection? impossible! If that's the case, then...wait, don't tell me!

Zaratul did not show the turmoil in his heart on his face at all, and even controlled the emotional fluctuations in his heart to prevent the devil from picking up the clues.

He held the cigarette, took a puff, and said with trepidation at the corner of his mouth: "This kind of thing may not be impossible for low-sequence people. The simplest thing is that he only needs to hold an extraordinary item of the "Miracle Master". "

"If that's all, I can tell you that the Miracle Master's upper limit of resurrection is four times."

Charla squinted her eyes like an old fox, expressing her denial to reduce the value of this piece of information and not giving Edward any chance to take advantage.

And Edward, who uses ambiguous information to create transaction traps, also plays Tai Chi with customers like a seasoned businessman.

“I thought we had developed a deep friendship having done business many times.”

"I'm sure you know what I mean, and the answer is exactly what you think it is."

Edward sighed in a pretentious manner. The intelligence value of the source of "Origin Castle" was far higher than the secret of Miracle Master's resurrection. Zaratul wanted to give a discount, and Edward wanted to raise the price. The final result would definitely be a compromise answer, but they also enjoyed these confrontations.

Demon Youtiao said: "You don't trust me, which makes me very embarrassed. I just killed the soothsayer, and I found traces of him suspected of being resurrected and continuing to act, and then I got here. Are you satisfied with this answer? "

"The Miracle Master has been resurrected four times, so are there more Secret Servers?"

Seer Youtiao said: "Hehehe, from your information, I can only conclude that the night seems to have received a new favored person, and may have given him an item with the characteristics of a miracle master, but there is nothing else. ”

Devil Youtiao asked, "Isn't this information important enough? Zaratul, how much value do you think you have?"

The fortune teller Youtiao stroked his beard and disapproved: "In the high sequence of the three mysterious paths in the world, Mr. Men is still in the starry sky, Pales Zoroastrian is not competitive enough, and there are only more than ten years left in the end. If the gods don't want that, then If a blasphemer becomes a mystery, then I am the only choice."

Zaratul thought about this piece of information carefully, and was a little surprised, but not nervous.

There is no direct conflict between the Night and the "blasphemer", so it is normal not to rush to bet on the Lord of Mystery. If there really is a fortune teller related to Origin Castle, it is normal for Dark Night to take him as his favorite. After all, it may be an important bargaining chip when dividing interests in the future.

"Respectable. You actually think that the three gods are not dregs of brains. I thought you should have understood their style of dealing with things long ago."

Edward was in awe of Zaratul and at the same time made a conclusion: "I understand, the Miracle Master can be resurrected four times without prerequisites, because 'resurrection from the dead' is already a miracle. At the same time, the Secret Waiter has a stronger With the resurrection ability, I guess you may be able to maintain your life, maintain your condition, or even regain a new life through historical projection."

"It's easy to verify this. I just need to kill you and then see if Zaratul is dead or alive outside."

Speaking of this, Zaratul chuckled again: "Your information is indeed very precious, and it is really time for me to re-judge the future situation. I want to modify the transaction conditions, and I am willing to make up for it by going out. There is a gap in this transaction.”

The two looked at each other for two seconds and laughed at the same time. The tense atmosphere just now disappeared completely in the blink of an eye.

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After leaving St. Samuel's Church, Klein took a carriage and returned to Hillston District.

He opened the door and entered the house. Just as he was about to take off his hat, his movements suddenly froze.

His spiritual intuition told him that a stranger had entered the living room and the room!

This...is barely disguised...is it a warning? A warning is better than no warning... Klein stood in the foyer and was silent for a long time.

Next, he felt a little depressed, but he continued to live as usual as if nothing had happened. He went out to investigate and worked until dark before returning.

After quietly eating dinner, Klein washed up and went to bed, seemingly ending a busy and futile day.

But in the middle of the night when the red moon was covered by clouds, Klein suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.

He got out of bed, opened the door slowly, entered the bathroom next door, and used a paper mannequin to hide his real body. After walking four steps backward, he arrived above the gray mist and sat down in the seat belonging to "The Fool". His eyes have become clear, and he no longer has emotions such as decadence, depression, and pessimism.

Immediately afterwards, Klein took out the projection of the blood-stained handkerchief from the hidden pocket of his pajamas made from old clothes.

When he was packing his belongings, he used the extraordinary ability of the "magician" to secretly take out the handkerchief and hide it on his body!

Taking a breath, Klein materialized a pen and paper and wrote the same divination sentence as at the beginning:

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

After reciting it silently seven times with his body and mind calm and peaceful, he took the paper and handkerchief, leaned back on the chair, and fell asleep in the silent and empty ancient palace.

In the gray, fragmented, and illusory world, Klein saw a completely different picture from before.

What appeared in his eyes was a hand-carved, palm-sized puppet, complete with eyes, nose and mouth.

There are a few drops of dark red blood on the puppet's body, giving it a slightly eerie color.

A palm was stretched out. The skin was fair, delicate, smooth, the fingers were long and slender, and the bones and flesh were even.

The most eye-catching thing is that on the little finger of this palm is a unique ring set with sapphires.

Snapped!

The index finger of the palm was surrounded by illusory black flames and pointed at the puppet's heart.

Silently, the picture shattered.

Klein opened his eyes suddenly and felt his scalp numb, and then his whole body was numb.

His initial judgment was correct, Talim did die from the curse!

That hand, that gemstone ring! The tightly wrapped woman he saw at the funeral was the one who killed Talim!

Why did she do this? And why come back for the funeral? Who is she?

Wait, there is one more thing...

Why doesn’t the scene of the moment when Talim’s little puppet is killed by a curse not show the full picture? This mysterious space above the gray fog can eliminate interference... Klein was a little confused for a moment.

Normally, the revelation he received was too abstract and too easy to misinterpret. It was a problem of his own limited divination level and the difficulty of what he wanted to divination. It had nothing to do with the gray fog. It was understandable, but it was clearly presented just now. The scenes before and after the cursed killing are only limited to a small part, and no relatively more effective revelation is provided, which is quite puzzling.

Have you ever had a similar situation before...? Klein dug into the reasons from his own experience.

Suddenly, he sat upright and remembered a similar experience.

A similar situation occurred when he divined the real reasons behind several coincidences in Tingen!

He clearly saw the house with the red chimney, but he could not touch Ince Zangwill and the sealed artifact "0-08" inside the house!

This, is this something or someone with a "0" level sealed object level fighting against the power of the gray fog? Klein narrowed his eyes suddenly.

No, not necessarily. There are still many possibilities. You need to confirm again! He tried to calm down.

As for how to confirm, it is not difficult for him who is experienced. The method is very simple, that is, do the same divination again.

If the revelation picture obtained does not change, it means that the matter is not that terrible. If the divination is no longer successful, it means that the target or something around the target can resist the gray fog to a certain extent, just like "0-08" !

Taking a deep breath, Klein repeated his previous divination with a calm expression.

"The real cause of death of Talim Dumont."

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He leaned back on the chair and chanted in a low voice, his eyes gradually darkening.

In the dream, what he saw was a hazy, broken gray mist, with no more puppets and fingers.

brush!

Klein straightened his back and looked extremely solemn.

What exactly was Talim involved in? He frowned and muttered to himself.

He had no doubts about what to do next, which was to be passive and perfunctory, to fool Prince Edsac for a while, and then tell him that the investigation could not reveal the truth.

It is simply unbelievable that the death of an ordinary person with no money, no power, no status, no strength, would involve a "0" level sealed object or a powerful person of the same level!

Phew, this world is really scary. If you are not careful, you will come into contact with extremely scary things... Klein sighed secretly, did not dare to stay any longer, and quickly returned to the bathroom in reality.

I had many things on my mind and had no dreams all night.

TBC

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The real name of this chapter: Old Coin Chat.