"Do you know the Old Ones?" Irina looked at Mag with the same surprise. After thinking about it, she suddenly said: "No wonder you know how to kill Berg and the bewitched Alfred."
"I just accidentally read some related records in a broken ancient sheepskin book. I originally thought it was just a random unofficial history, but I didn't expect that they really existed." Mag touched his nose. He really didn't think of Grams. The Sulu myth actually exists in this world.
During this period of time, he has read almost all books related to the Cthulhu Mythos, absorbing countless imaginative works from earthly authors.
He had no way of analyzing how many of them were truly understood by the Old Ones, and how many were imaginative creations influenced by the mythological system established by Lovecraft.
However, after being baptized by these classics, he had a basic understanding of the Cthulhu mythology system.
The Old Ones, possessing terrifying power, once ruled the world in ancient times, but were sealed by the ancient gods and fell into slumber.
Countless colorful works have been derived from this system, among which many Old Ones have appeared.
Mag still has many doubts about the possible existence of the old rulers on the Nolan Continent. The previous two contacts were also very superficial. Whether it was the black mist stone statue or the stone palace throne, he could not distinguish them from the various things accumulated during this period. Similar to the Great Old Ones.
The parchment Irina got from Crassus and the others, after systematic online translation, was roughly a wizard's prayer, praising the power and legend of an evil god named Meredith. By the way, Several evil gods were mentioned, showing extremely fanatical worship.
The last paragraph caught his attention: "The Old Ones will eventually return and dominate the world again."
And do the various strange phenomena that suddenly appear in this world mean that the return has begun?
"What exactly are the Old Ones? Can they be eaten? What do they look like?" Irina looked at Mag with some curiosity and asked.
Mag thought seriously for a while and said: "The legendary ruler of the old days is probably an indescribable thing with various tentacles."
"Tentacles? It sounds a bit disgusting, can you do it?" Irina frowned.
"The squid seems pretty good." Mag thought for a while and said.
"Okay, let's try catching an Old One next time. I just don't know if the meat will be too old to chew after millions of years." Irina was already eager to give it a try.
"After all, this world once belonged to them, so we have to give them some face." Mag was a bit dumbfounded, speaking as if they could beat him. Even if it was the sealed Old Ones, he didn't have much confidence that he could defeat them. Their tentacles are cut off to make squid tentacles.
"As for Bloor, I haven't received any news about him yet. What is certain is that he has not fallen into Helena's hands." Mag turned to say.
Regarding the fact that Bloor is Sherrill, Irina already knew it, shook her head and said: "I haven't got any news about him yet. I don't have many news channels at the moment, but if he is caught by Helena, I will Will save him."
"Maybe it was affected by the news of his father's death. I hope he can calm down." Mag sighed. He watched with his own eyes Bloor's father bravely rushed to those who besieged Irina, for They stalled for some time.
"Sooner or later, I will make them pay for this." Irina said with a cold expression.
Mag was silent, he naturally knew Irina’s character.
"I will continue to find people to help search and find him as soon as possible." Mag said.
"You said you were going to the Fake tribe the day after tomorrow. Do you have a plan?" Irina asked instead.
Mag shook his head slightly and said: "There is no detailed plan yet. The first purpose is to rescue Connie's brother. The second purpose is to find opportunities to disrupt the coronation ceremony of the Kingslayer Gaili and try to block the alliance between the Falk tribe and the Og tribe. The possibility. Once these two tribes successfully form an alliance, the orcs will basically stand on the side of the war alliance."
"No plan is the best plan. Isn't it just to make things impossible to end? I am very good at this." Irina's eyes lit up when she heard this, and she said with a smile.
Mag looked at Irina, whose eyes were shining with excitement, and silently sighed for the Falk tribe. Being targeted by this aunt would not end well.
"Xiaomi and Anna have already gone to bed. It's quiet at night. Should we do something interesting?" Irina leaned against the door, her long and straight legs exposed from under her loose nightgown, and her long, silky silver hair was spread around. Behind him, he stared at Mag and asked.
Mag thought calmly for a while, then took out the tablet and said, "Why don't we watch Tom and Jerry."
"See for yourself." Irina turned around angrily and walked towards the bedroom, closing the door at once.
"call--"
"so close."
Mag breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. At that moment, he felt as if he was being watched by some great god.
Fortunately, he is smart.
"Tom and Jerry are so interesting." Mag opened the tablet and watched two episodes with gusto before turning off the light and going to sleep.
…
It's late at night, and most people in the chaotic city have fallen asleep. The number of suspicious people wandering the streets has been gradually reduced after strict screening by the League of Gentlemen. Even the homeless have hid under the bridge obediently, not daring to come out in the middle of the night. Scare the little girl walking at night.
Even in the slums in the north of the city, there have been no serious incidents for a while. All the gangsters who can be named have been sent to Basti Prison by the gentlemen who turned into Sherlock Holmes to find evidence of their crimes.
Due to the shortage of cells, the density of cells in Basti Prison immediately increased significantly, which is said to have caused dissatisfaction among some indigenous people.
The density of street patrols in the Gray Temple and the City Lord's Mansion has also increased a lot, truly allowing residents to have a good night's sleep.
…
The dark prison of the Gray Temple, a place where no light can shine, there is no difference between day and night.
Screams passed from the partitioned cells into the dark and empty corridor, forming echoes in the distance that took a long time to disperse.
A dim oil lamp was lit at the end of the corridor. Bolton stood under the lamp, stuffed some fine tobacco into his bamboo pipe, lit it with a flint, took a deep breath, and watched as he held a piece of paper from The subordinate who hurriedly walked out of the cell next door asked: "How is it?"
"Minister, I have already been sentenced, but Blaze still insists that he did everything alone, and confessed to everyone under his system without going online." The subordinate handed the paper in his hand to Burton .
Burton took the paper, glanced at the content on it, and sneered: "Is it really not there, or is he still expecting something?"
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