Chapter 386 Additional Commission
July 2, 1399, 10 o'clock.
Larson Rift Valley.
This is a natural landscape west of the Rhine city, a remnant of the Land River's diversion thousands of years ago.
No one has settled in this area for tens of thousands of years, and there are few humanoid corpses, so the Church of Misery decided to locate it here.
Both sides of the rift valley are guarded by heavily armed Rhine regular troops. Hundreds of regular troops are equipped with standard steam rifles and high-pressure gas cylinders. Even if they confront the ghouls head-on, they can still survive. Near the execution site is More than 30 formal knights from the four major church knights defended the area to prevent any ghouls from slipping in and ruining the plan.
Under the personal guidance of Ms. Nightingale, the group of four passed through numerous checkpoints and entered the heavily guarded Rift Valley camp.
As soon as we approached the camp, the heavily guarded environment made the atmosphere suddenly serious. Even though there was Ms. Nightingale, and even a few of the guards had met before when the Princess of the Church of Misery was attacked, but The other party still checked the identities of the four people one by one with a cautious look, and then let the four people in.
"We have artificially caused the loss of control twice, and there were very few humanoid corpses here. Now almost all of them come out and are cleaned up by us." Ms. Nightingale is still kind. "The current environment can guarantee basic safety, so you don't have to worry about it."
Lynch pointed to the guards with weapons around them, as well as the elite border guards with guns and live ammunition a few kilometers away: "Such basic security?"
"That's why I say 'basic', the mysterious world is full of uncertainty. Certainty, no one knows which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident. Although you can see the end here at a glance, there might be a ghoul that has slipped through. To ensure that there are no mistakes in the plan, it is better to be cautious. Well, young children, the next thing is up to you.”
The center of the camp is a newly built secret room with a thick wall of one meter, built with solid masonry and cement, which is strong enough to defend against warships. The continuous bombardment of naval guns left dense patterns engraved on the walls. The dark red lines all over the walls were filled with an eerie atmosphere and reflected an ominous light in the sunlight.
"This is not human blood, this is the blood of the Dark Chaser."
A hoarse and old voice sounded from behind. When I turned around, I saw Mr. Gurman, the president of the Arcane Research Society, coming from the barracks next to him. walked out. Although he is over seventy years old, he still looks full of energy. Today he is wearing a purple robe and a wide-brimmed pointed hat. He is dressed like a mage from the legend.
“The Dark Chaser is a kind of bat. It is a mysterious creature that lives in a mysterious and filthy environment. Their blood is naturally able to quickly absorb the filth in the environment. With these absorption runes, it can absorb the filth in the environment. The concentration of filth radiated inside has been greatly reduced, so it will not overly affect the guards outside. After all, we have to guard here for three days, and no one wants to die very much, and they are not very interested in becoming monsters.”
"That's a coincidence, so are we." After the dance the night before yesterday, Lynch felt a little more cordial when he saw the old man. He took off his hat and saluted, "Ms. Nightingale has invited you to help. "It's time to work."
"In order to protect the normal operation of this world, I should do my part, but it is far less than what you have done." The old man smiled sheepishly, "And I also have selfish motives. , I want to get first-hand information.”
“Huh?”
"The Third Age is called the Dark Age. If we say that in the Savage Age of the Second Age, people lost the protection of gods for the first time, faced the mystery as mortals, and fell into an era of brutal and disorderly chaos, then the Third Age is when people They have adapted to an era of surviving under the intrusion of mysterious and evil gods, and even actively assimilating with them. In that era, the world was full of mysterious creatures, cultists openly ran rampant, and cruel and bloody sacrifices to evil gods could be seen everywhere, and even became official rituals in some countries. That era was full of madness and darkness, so it was called the Dark Age.”
During the previous training, the four people had already heard a brief introduction, but they still listened carefully at this time and did not dare to ignore a word. No veteran dares to ignore the information in the mysterious world. Those who do so are already dead. Sometimes a word can save a life, and ignoring it is self-destruction.
“So where is your selfishness?”
"In the dark ages, people have not yet developed the power of their souls. They are weak in the face of mystery, but they are not helpless." The old man spread his hands, and a ball of flame condensed in the palm of his hand, and then twisted and deformed, turning into a slim ball of flames. The figure danced in the palm of his hand, "The technique that people used to fight against mystery at that time was the secret method, and the secret magician was the backbone of the fight against mystery."
Lin Qi suddenly understood the origin of this kind of secret method. . "In that era, there were also hard stones that were completely insulated by secret techniques, but there were not many. Most people could simply master one or two secret techniques."
The lady police officer, who did not want to be named, showed a stubborn smile.
“But it’s very difficult to become a mystic who is skilled in manipulating secret arts.”
Lin Qi raised his eyebrows and subconsciously asked: “How difficult is it?”
"Well... the four of you together are not enough."
Lin Qi rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to the old man who couldn't speak.
"In short, that era was full of shadows of secrets. Symbols, texts, books, poems, all information may contain secrets, and they are secrets that have been lost for thousands of years. You go in In the future, if you find any strange information, record it..."
"Bring those things out to study? This is not easy to handle. This mission is already so arduous and dangerous. If we spend more energy and energy to pay extra attention to those irrelevant things..."
Lynch He showed a very troubled expression, but his thumb and index finger were twirling rapidly, and he even reached his mouth to make a gesture of drooling.
“You kid.” The flame dancer pointed her middle finger at Lynch in the palm of her hand, “I know, I know, stop counting. All the information you brought back, if the research results are , will be shared with you for free.”
"What are you counting? I just think the weather is too dry and my hands are a bit astringent."
Then I started to say, last time an old man gave me a lot of knowledge for nothing, and I scolded him twenty times before going to bed. Many days. Lin Qi then put down his hand and showed an awe-inspiring expression:
"Isn't this the obligation of us young people to do our part for the research of arcana? Look at how you are so polite and what kind of reward do you want? Ah, this is so embarrassing, but since it was you who proposed it, we will reluctantly accept it. Don’t do this next time... Stop, I was wrong, that thing is hot, don’t let her come over.”
Since then, Lynch has learned one thing: If you talk poorly, you will get beaten easily.
After chatting and laughing with the world's top figures, the four of them, accompanied by two big figures, entered the building full of symbols.
The interior of the building is a space of tens of square meters. The walls are also covered with runes. There is almost nothing inside except for a table in the middle and an ordinary silver ring floating on the table. superior.
[Sven’s blessing, a disaster-level rare item. 】
“It was induced out of control two hours ago, and now it has stabilized in a state of out of control.”
Ms. Nightingale took out four small bags and handed them to four people respectively. Five seeds of the Human Face Fruit:
"I won't say any more. Children, I wish you good luck and welcome you in May of the Third Age, 684."
(End of this chapter)