All the way to the west, Ungoro's temporary residence is mixed in with the student dormitories, sitting in a separate courtyard. Several sun-helmeted soldiers with inelegant postures were sitting against the wall at the door.
The Star Helmet soldier motioned for Nesei to step forward. He did as he was told.
The courtyard, corridors, and long, narrow and dark stairs are painted with strong vision white.
The Star Helmet soldiers followed him like a machine, the lower end of the anti-magic shield occasionally bumping against the steps. A long and dark corridor, although the candles are newly replaced. Soldiers stood vigil at every corner, and there were four at Ungoro's door.
Before Nese could get close, the door opened automatically.
Ungoro, wearing a sparkling silk nightgown with purple roses embroidered on the chest, waved to him from behind the table.
The carpet is thick enough to cover your feet. The room is extremely luxurious and filled with fragrance.
"What's wrong with your face?" Angolo looked him up and down and smiled narrowly, "Did you get involved with a local gangster?"
"You seem to have done some research on local gangsters." The star-helmeted soldier signaled, and Nese sat down on the wooden chair in front of the table.
The chair's legs are firmly anchored to the floor, so you can imagine its daily use.
"There is a saying among blue-coated apprentices, 'You can only go further east if you go east'."
Un'Goro poured himself a drink slowly.
"The far east is the cemetery. You are so brave. You even rested in the East District at night.
Semolan——" He laughed twice. "Although it is only half the size of the holy city of Matim. But there are four times as many gangs as Mattim. Murder Eucalyptus reached nine times. "
Nese looked at Ungoro. What did he want to say?
"Let's take a look. This is what happened in the past three days."
Un'Goro put the glass under his nose and waved a newspaper. "The northern mining area collapsed the day before yesterday, crushing a dozen apprentices to death. Miraculously, according to eyewitnesses, several people were clearly at the entrance of the mine, but refused to come out, and were crushed alive into meat patties.
Yesterday there was a fire in the orphanage in the middle of the night. It was actually the kindest and most kind-hearted Aunt Doranza who released it. When they caught her, she was already crazy and repeatedly said that she could only choose between barbecue and children. What a strong-willed person she is!
Then during the day, a row of raw sausages was placed at the door of the Feibo Club's office on Lasso Street.
Guess whose sausage it is? Reminder: No one is working at the Russo Street office today. Tragic! How terrible! It's heartbreaking! "
"I do not understand."
Nese frowned and tried not to look at Angoro strangely. What on earth was he talking about?
"These should be coordinated by local associations, or the dean sends troops to manage them. You - it seems that you have other important matters?"
Like, catch me.
"Hey, boy. You know so much." Un'Goro raised one eye from the rim of his glass. "I'm a local."
"I still don't understand."
Nese captures this key message. His face was blank. "What does this have to do with you calling me here?"
"Of course it's because I'm suspicious." Angolo's eyes were shining in the candlelight. "The devil is coming, these are the methods of the evil god!"
laugh!
Vine whip-like leather straps sprouted from the chair, tightly binding Nese.
Un'Goro held wine in one hand and a dagger in the other, staggered up to him, and made signs on his neck.
"I see."
Nesei stared at the blade and felt his heart beating. "You are asking for something from me."
"Oh?" Un'Goro bent down, patted his face with the dagger, and stared at him. "How to say?"
"Have you ever thought about why the Apostle of Destruction and Destruction came here?"
"Do the affairs of the cultists require my concern?" Angolo lazily walked around behind him.
"You may not believe it. But the Hand of Destruction did appear once and left traces in Nightcrow Castle."
On the way to Nese, he was thinking about his words and said:
"You must also know that the former high-level warlock Nesei transformed into a demon and went on a killing spree there, and also stole the Black Key Association's most precious treasure, the Mirror of the Past."
Right on his chest.
"Exactly."
Un'Goro placed the tip of the dagger gently on his neck. "Then now, the apostle of the God of Destruction is in Semeran. The 'Lightless One' Nesse is also coming here.
Do I have reason to believe that you and he are colluding and preparing to pour your bad water on our beautiful holy land? "
"this……"
Nese didn't know how to react.
He was given another title inexplicably, and he was accused of colluding with himself, and Un'goro also called Semoland a "beautiful holy land."
Ungoro was full of energy and confident in his reasoning, and it was difficult to even find the correct part...
"name!"
Angolo kicked the wooden bench and poured the wine on his back. Nesai winced in pain. But I found it a little funny. "Veled." He announced the demon name given to him by Zeint.
"Okay. Veled. Tell me."
Un'Goro shook his dagger. Pacing back and forth restlessly. "Didn't you say this has nothing to do with you? Tell me, what's going on? Swear on your soul!"
He actually didn't have time to say that.
"I swear with my soul. The God of Destruction never disdains transactions and always works alone."
Nese thought for a moment and then told part of the truth, "The person who made a deal with Nese the Lightless One and turned him into a demon cannot be the hand of destruction, Yin Fomie."
"In this case, you are wrong!" Angolo kicked the wooden chair violently, and blood seeped into the binding belt. "It has nothing to do with your god from beginning to end!"
"No. There's no way I could be wrong."
Scars! Severe pain! weak! Thank them for keeping him from laughing.
"The God of Destruction did appear in Nightcrow Castle. It happened to be close to the time when Nesei attacked Lord Ufa Ufa." Nesse whispered, "After that, I contacted the God of Destruction again, but I didn't get any response.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
So as soon as I heard that Neese, the Lightless One, was planning to come to Semeran, I hurried here. I think……"
"You're worried! He has killed the gods!" Angolo suddenly turned around, his face full of shock.
Nesse looked at him. The corners of his mouth twitched. His whole face twisted into a ball in pain.
"I can't say." He kept his expression just right.
"Horrible. Horrible!!"
Un'Goro fluttered around the room like a butterfly. "It's so scary! 'Lightless One' Nese! He can actually destroy one of the twelve main gods..."
"you!"
He suddenly had another great epiphany, and turned to Nese with the dagger in hand. "You just said that you are here to help me! What can you help me with? Hurry! Otherwise I will hang you tonight! Burn you to death! Drown you!"
"The backstreets of the East End. Near the 'Broken Butt'. The church with the hand of destruction."
Nese just wanted to laugh. "Three days later, I will gather all the Destruction believers there and invite everyone to call for the appearance of Yin Fo's Destruction."
He let out a hissing laugh, "Even if the God of Destruction dies, he will leave behind a reflection that seeks to die together! I will use this power to pursue Nese the Lightless One and make him pay with blood!"
"Okay! Great!"
Angoro threw the things in his hands aside, laughed and clapped. "That's it! In three days, we will capture the Lightless One Nese! Take back the Mirror of the Past and let Sermolan return to the paradise! Then we will ask Lord Ufa Ufa for the credit!"
He slapped Nese's injured right shoulder. "I will highlight your contribution! Kid!"
"But I have a request."
"What? Say it!"
