"Shizu, wait for me!"
Hu Di could no longer keep up with the girl's speed and stopped panting.
He raised his head. Because he had lost his glasses earlier, there was only a blurry shadow of the girl in his eyes in the darkness. It seemed to be an empty hall, with moonlight slanting in from the tall rose arch windows on all sides. On top of rows of dusty tables and chairs.
Hearing his words, the girl stopped in front.
She moved her pointed ears slightly, turned around, and said softly: "Can you bear with me a little longer, Hu Di, we are almost there."
Hu Di gasped and nodded, tightening the sword in his hand: "Yes, it's still a little short, I can work harder."
The girl smiled slightly: "Thank you, Hu Di, we will be together forever soon."
"Shizu, I..."
"No need to say it, I understand everything. I know that you have no choice but to be with them."
Hu Di's nose felt sour, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't help but look away. He finally managed not to cry. He looked at the girl with red eyes and said, "Xisi, I thought you..."
In the darkness, the girl smiled mysteriously.
She spoke to him softly: "Aren't I okay?"
Behind the girl is the towering inner wall of Hostings Cathedral, where there was originally a statue of Ori, but since it was converted into a school building in Howlett, the statue has long been moved to El Paxin's church. middle.
As for the originally bare wall there, there were now two blood-colored hanging curtains hanging down.
In the center of the hanging curtain is a huge shield-shaped emblem, on which is a silver character 'Thlli' - a character older than the history of the kingdom itself - Runim script, which comes from the inheritance of giants.
Under it is a coiled poisonous snake, showing its snow-white fangs.
Thirty years ago this symbol was widely circulated in Dolifen and even throughout Elpaxin.
But to this day, no one knows—
After the girl finished saying this, she glanced at Hu Di silently, then turned and walked into the darkness.
The two people left the hall one after another, and the surroundings fell silent again.
The dark and quiet hall was as bright as the moonlight this night.
The light shines on the rows of benches, reflecting a silvery white color, and flower petals are scattered on the ground, as if time is frozen in time at the celebration that just passed thirty years ago.
And decades of time flow here day after day.
The moon rises and the moon sets, never changing.
In the darkness, there was silence for an unknown amount of time, and then suddenly there was another soft sound of "squeaking" - as if the aging door shaft that had not been oiled for many years was being pushed open by a sneaky hand.
Behind that was a short, fat man.
He was raising his short neck with great effort, looking up and down, left and right, at the appearance of the hall behind the door.
The Papalar man also held a fluorescent gemstone in his hand, which was attached to a roll of parchment. He frowned and muttered to himself:
"Could what that woman gave me be a fake?"
"I must expose her in front of the alchemist."
He just said a few words and suddenly closed his mouth cautiously. At the same time, he stuffed the gem into his pocket and closed the lid to prevent any light from leaking out.
Then he carefully rolled up the parchment, tiptoed back, and half-closed the door, leaving only one dark eye watching behind.
There was no sound at all during the whole process.
After a while, Papalar heard the sound of footsteps coming from far and near. He hid behind the door and saw a group of guys in black robes hurriedly walking over from a distance.
The Dragon Worshipers didn't seem to realize that there was someone nearby, and they were still chatting in low voices: "How are you, have you found any trace of that kid?"
One of them wiped the corner of the table with his hand, picked it up and looked at it: "It's blood stains. We must have chased it all the way."
"This guy can really run, but the basement in front is a dead end. He only hid in a place like this because he was dizzy."
"Be careful and don't forget where this place is. No one can tell what happened thirty years ago. I always feel that that kid knows something."
"Catch him first."
The Dragon Worshipers only stopped in the hall for a moment, and then chased after Hu Di in the direction he had left.
However, the Papalar man naturally did not understand what these people were up to. He waited until the voices of these people were far away before carefully opening the door and getting out.
"Well, the language of the ancestors, a level 23 magic weapon, this place is really not fun." Parker closed the door with his backhand and observed the surrounding environment to himself, but he had just taken a step out. He stretched out a hand and pulled him back.
The Papalar man was so frightened that he was about to scream on the spot, but the owner of the hand seemed to have expected it and covered his mouth.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" The Papalar man struggled, and finally turned his neck to take a look, but what he saw was a face that couldn't be more serious.
But it was a face he recognized.
Knight Dicket.
When Dickert saw that he recognized him, he let go. "Is it you?" Parker whispered in surprise: "Zombie-faced knight, cousin of that boy Luo Yu, where have you been before, and why are you here?"
Dickert made a silent gesture to him, and then pointed in the direction of the hall.
Parker turned around and saw two cultists walking back into the darkness in that direction. They returned to the hall and looked around. After confirming that no one was following them, they left the place without looking back. .
Parker couldn't help but widen his eyes in surprise when he saw this scene: "How did you discover them without even me noticing? It's strange, your investigative skills are probably not as good as mine."
Dickter shook his head and simply replied: "Because I know them better than you do."
"Ah, that's right," Parker nodded matter-of-factly: "You are a knight from Malan. You hate evil so much that you are naturally at odds with these sneaky guys. But I heard that you haven't been staying in that little country place. , Oh, I see—it was before the Thirteen Years’ War, right?”
Dickter frowned at the guy.
He knew that Papalar people were generally talkative, but it was still rare for them to feel so good about themselves.
"Don't mind," Parker spread his hands, "I'm pretty good at guessing riddles. I once guessed riddles with a brass dragon in Sanshak. Guess what? In the end, she got so angry that she even wanted to drive me out of her house. Cave, she turned her back and refused to admit her debt, which cost me my gambling capital. Fortunately, I had expected this and took away a beautiful sword from her beforehand."
"I have always carried that sword with me. Let me show it to you." He lowered his head and touched left and right for a while, then slapped his head in frustration: "Oh, I forgot, that sword was in the Traveler's room before. I don’t know which damn little thief has stolen it. I curse him to never have good luck again in this life.”
He was complaining when a voice came from the side.
"But if I remember correctly, you said last time that you won the dagger at the Nightingale Competition, Mr. Parker."
"How do you know?" Parker was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was not Dict who spoke. When he turned around and looked, it was Hongye who walked out from behind the door he had entered through earlier.
"Ah, that's another sword." Papalar replied without changing his expression.
"Then your experience is really legendary." Hongye obviously didn't believe it. He looked at Dict curiously and asked the same question: "Mr. Dict, why are you here?"
But the knight only waved his hands to the two of them.
"You want to know what happened here?" He looked at the two people and asked suddenly.
Hongye and Parker looked at each other.
"Do you know anything, Mr. Dict?" Hongye asked.
Compared with her, the Papalar people's problems are much more serious: "Compared with this, I want to know where the underground vault is. I have been looking for it. I think it may be under the kitchen. But I couldn’t find where the kitchen is, it’s a really weird place.”
However, Dict ignored the latter. He glanced at Hongye and replied calmly: "Follow me."
With that said, he walked towards the direction where the Dragon Worshipers disappeared earlier.
Hongye was stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly followed.
Parker was a little hesitant. He looked at the parchment scroll in his hand, then at Hongye and Dict. He hesitated again and again, and finally ran after him.
"Wait a minute, maybe the basement and the underground vault are the same place!?"
…
Fang Plover couldn't help but sneeze.
He didn't know whether it was because the smell of dust in the room was too strong, or whether someone was cursing him behind his back. Speaking of which, since coming to Aitalia, he has made a lot of enemies for no apparent reason.
First there was the Silver Shadow, then the Jefflit Red Team of the descendants of Flor, then the Big Sister Head and the Dragon Fire Guild, the Guta people in the Artisan League, and now the Dragon Cultists.
It's not impossible that someone here really wants to curse him.
After all, he and Miya had messed up the affairs of the Silver Forest Spear and the Red Team. I heard that the two guilds were still fighting over the 'octopus monster' in the forest in the Talon Basin.
As for the Dragon Fire Guild, he had only met the 'eldest sister' three times, and killed him twice, directly and indirectly.
Not to mention the players from the Kingdom of Guta Knights, he was still confused, so he inexplicably lost the qualifying spot that others were bound to get.
Speaking of which, except for the 'eldest sister' incident, everything else has nothing to do with him. God knows how it ended up like this.
Fang Yu felt speechless when he thought about it.
However, regarding the Dragon Worshipers, it was his active choice at this moment. Not to mention that this may have something to do with Miss Attila's brother. As a companion of an adventure group, it is equivalent to his business.
And coupled with what he saw and heard in this illusion, it was difficult for him to agree with the other party's approach, whether it was Shizu's experience or the living sacrifices he had seen before.
But it solidified his idea.
He closed the door with his backhand——
The room behind the wooden door was filled with a faint smell of dust. Although it was also dark inside, he could still barely feel that it seemed to be a utility room.
The room was not big, and it looked like a corridor used as a place to store sundries. Fang Pulver didn't know if Shizu had also entered this room, but it was clear that there was only this door there.
In theory, it won't go anywhere else.
He groped forward, but suddenly stopped. In the darkness where he couldn't see, his hearing seemed to be getting sharper, and he actually heard a faint conversation coming from a room next door.
"...Stop looking. It's all in vain. There's nothing here."
"But the Bishop said that that thing should be here. Did we find the wrong room?"
"Don't be kidding. I've seen it. This is the dean's office. There is also Lord Manluo's handwritten letter here. Take a look at these information and documents."
"But where is the little girl's mark?"
"God knows, why don't you ask Mr. Raven?"
"also."
Fang Yu traced the direction of the sound source and soon found that he was in the right direction, because the conversation in that direction was becoming clearer and clearer. Then he heard the sound of a door opening and was so frightened that he hurried aside. One avoidance.
But what he expected was that the footsteps did not come this way, but gradually faded away. He was stunned for a moment before he realized that there was another direction in the corridor.
He almost didn't need to think about it to guess that the two people talking in the room must be the Dragon Worship Cult, because there would be no one else in this place except them.
And he also drew another conclusion from the conversation: the room not far away seemed to have been the office of the dean of the college. From the tone of the two people, the other party seemed to be looking for something here, but found nothing.
When Fang Yu heard this, he was already excited.
Although the other party did not find what he wanted here, it does not mean that this place is meaningless to him. On the contrary, what he really wanted to find was not the mark, but the truth about what happened to Dolifen thirty years ago.
He had a vague feeling that behind it was the final answer to this illusion.
What's more, the mark that the other party is looking for might be in his hand. After all, they have already obtained two marks: the Mark of Sacrifice of the Zealot and the Mark of Martyrdom of the Loyalist. Unless there is a third mark in this place, they are basically inseparable.
Fang Yu felt that this place shouldn't be so crazy. There were ten or eight marks when it came out, which was completely inconsistent with his speculation and knowledge.
He stood quietly in the darkness and waited for a while. After estimating that the two of them were far away, he slowly walked out from behind the debris. He recalled the distance of the footsteps he heard before and groped his way to that place. , I searched in front with my hands for a moment before I found the shape of the door handle.
Then twist it hard.
With a creak, the door opened gently.
He raised his head and discovered that there was a somewhat luxurious office behind it, no worse than the one he saw in the city hall.
It is also a floor-to-ceiling window, with thick curtains hanging to the ground, but the curtains themselves are open, and the moonlight from outside flows into the office like water. The light is bright, almost every detail can be seen.
In front of it was a desk, which was piled with documents. It seemed that it had been turned over not long ago, and it was in a mess.
And he was about to go over and take a look at what was up there.
It was at this time that he suddenly heard a soft click of the lock spring behind him - someone opened the door! Fang Yu felt his hair stand on end. He had seen with his own eyes how high the level of the Dragon Worshipers was.
If those two people had turned back just now, he would probably be hanging here.
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