Roland personally led three hundred Gray Temple elites to ride three flying eagles to the Thunderstorm Mountains. After seeing the tragic scene, many experienced investigators vomited on the spot.
"Burn all the corpses and bury them, bring the living ones back, and imprison them directly in the secret cell. Leave the interrogation to the Intelligence Department and report directly to me. The others have no authority to know." Roland said with a solemn face, looking away from there. Retracted from the altar of evil.
"yes!"
Everyone agreed in unison, and their professionalism was immediately reflected. A big pit was quickly dug, and all the corpses were thrown into the pit. The fire magician threw a few fireballs, which immediately turned into fly ash, and then were buried in the sand. Very quickly. It soon returned to level ground.
"Let's go back." After Roland personally confirmed that nothing was missing, he led the team to leave. No one asked a single word during the whole process.
Recently, the Gray Temple has taken over some strange incidents and arrested a group of strange people. However, after being dispatched, there is generally no need to take action, and it only needs to be ended, just like a team of professional cleaning personnel.
However, the confidentiality level of these events is the highest in the Gray Temple. Even discussions among members of the Gray Temple are prohibited. Once any news is leaked, it will not be as simple as disciplinary punishment.
"Palace Master, these are the confessions of those guys captured during the day." Bolton walked into Roland's office, closed the door, and placed a stack of confessions sealed in brown paper on the table, watching Roland hesitate. Hui Dao: "What they said..."
"Part of it is true." Roland picked up the brown paper bag, opened it, and looked through the confessions.
Bolton's expression changed slightly. Roland didn't say much, but it contained a lot of information.
Those guys captured during the day were all talking in a daze, believing in a certain evil god, praying that one day the evil god would reappear in the world and turn the Nolan continent into a place of disaster, and they would become the evil god's slaves and gain powerful power. Power and immortality.
One or two such people may be regarded as coincidental insanity, but when such people gather in large groups and are convinced of their beliefs, and are even willing to sacrifice their lives to release the evil god, things will become a bit scary. .
If such an evil god really exists, it must be a great threat to Nolan Continent, or it will be a disaster once it appears.
Bolton is not a timid person. As the chief officer of the Gray Temple Intelligence Department, he knows better what it means for Roland to pay so much attention to a matter and even classify it as top secret.
"Go and interrogate all those guys who were brought back at night. Not only their behavior and purpose, but also their dreams. The really useful information may be in their dreams." Roland singled out A confession was pushed in front of Burton.
Bolton picked up the confession. The main content was a ridiculous dream. A huge indescribable thing was trapped underground by countless chains. Under the ground there was a cave thousands of meters high, and countless dark creatures. Passage, that voice was calling him...
He didn't know the value of this ridiculous dream, but he already knew Roland's intentions. The evil god behind these crazy guys' dreams was the purpose of their investigation.
"Go ahead, we still have a lot of work to do and not much time left." Roland continued to look down at the confessions and said in a calm tone.
"Yes." Bolton turned and exited the office. He didn't know how to explain to his nervous subordinates who were being tortured by those guys, but the interrogation that followed might be even more torturous.
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The swaying red wine glass, the intoxicating red wine, and the easily intoxicated beauty were still not able to overwhelm Mag.
He gently put Irina on the bed, who was lying in his arms, and took off her coat. Mag went back to his room with a smile, locked the door, closed his eyes and opened the mutton soup experience pack.
"This idiot! I'm so angry!" In the next room, Irina opened her eyes and clenched her fist in annoyance.
Mutton soup is available almost all over the country, and each has its own characteristics depending on the region.
The mutton soup recipe provided by the system to Mag is said to be a masterpiece that combines the strengths of each family.
Mag actually likes to drink mutton soup, but this seemingly simple mutton soup also tests the chef's skills. The mutton has a strong smell of mutton. If it is not handled well, the soup will have a smell of mutton. Awe-inspiring.
"The owners of the mutton restaurants that I complained about...couldn't they be among those who cursed the chefs?" Mag raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that things suddenly became a little uncomfortable.
He is not a mean person. He may have higher requirements than ordinary people, and he also dislikes the attitude of those so-called Internet celebrity restaurants and old restaurants that serve but cannot cook the dishes carefully. He has always believed that people cannot just say nice things. Now that you've opened your mouth, it's better to tell the truth.
Of course, this may not sound so nice.
Anyway, he has never cared about whether others find it pleasant, just like he can't control the mouths of those trolls, so he is not allowed to tell the truth?
"Host, please don't comfort yourself. The completion of the dishes has been determined. Please enter the God of Cooking training ground as soon as possible!" the system's voice sounded.
"Then what... system, can I apologize here? I think what I said before was indeed a bit excessive. How about you start a live broadcast and I can express my apology to the chefs who have been hurt by me? "Mag said with a smile.
"Those chefs said they cannot forgive you." The system replied.
"Haha." Mag rolled his eyes. As expected, he quietly raised his middle finger and said with some disdain: "Isn't it just a perfect mutton soup? You people who don't want to make progress, even the things left by your ancestors You guys who can’t stand it, let me show you what real mutton soup is!”
Then Mag kicked open the door of the God of Cooking training ground.
There...it's also very happy.
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"This formation..." Nuofan stood by the altar, frowning at the formation, while trying to eliminate the whispers that kept ringing in his ears.
"Can it be solved?" Crassus asked slightly nervously.
"It's difficult. I don't know much about ancient formations. There is really little information left in the world, and the few ruins have been severely damaged. I'm afraid no one in the world has seen a complete ancient formation, let alone Study it." Nuofan shook his head and said solemnly.
"If even you can't do it, then I'm afraid there's nothing else anyone else can do." Crassus sighed.
"Nothing is absolute. There may be people who have done a lot of research on ancient formations. We can first gather some formation masters to study this sealing formation and see if we can find a breakthrough." Nuofan shook his head and took out a picture stone to take a picture. A corner of this sealing circle.
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"System, where is my sheep?! Where is such a big sheep!?"
Early the next morning, Mag opened the refrigerator, stared and yelled.
Miaoshuwu
