Under the blood moon, in the still night, the red-scaled lake illuminated by a special route illuminated by the magic light looked particularly dazzling.
In this dazzling route, George's yacht was moving quickly and steadily on the lake.
"My good brother, although you are a newcomer, I still hope you wear a mask, otherwise if you win too much money later, you will be easily remembered! Hiccup! Why is the champagne on the ship so strong today!"
Next to George, the Count of Monte Carlo, who had just brought him on the ship, was talking to George as brothers with a red face.
After leaving the port, although George's telepathy skills were still limited for some reason, George still had countless ways to obtain information without the attention of other masters——
For example, after giving the Count of Monte Carlo a few glasses of champagne provided for free on the yacht, and secretly using blood control techniques to suppress the release of hangover enzymes in the count's liver, all he had to do was use the count's drunken words. , George is enough to restore the truth behind this series of abnormal appearances.
The destination of this yacht is not the port or dock opposite, but an artificially constructed underground waterway, and finally reaches a huge playground called "Garden of Eden". There, as long as you have money, you can bet on anything and play anything.
Of course, not everyone can come here to play. In order to prevent other unrelated people from entering this place by mistake, the strange old man's password is the first interception. In addition, the waterway is the only way to the casino. The underground waterway has nine twists and turns, and there are many mechanisms and devices inside. Hidden whistle, it is nonsense to try to break in forcefully.
However, in addition to having many professional "intermediaries" outside, the casino also encourages regular customers to bring friends over. As a means of encouragement, whenever a new person is brought over to play by a regular customer, the casino will make money from the new person. Thirty percent of the proceeds will be given to regular customers as tips.
This is why the Count of Monte Carlo was so enthusiastic about pulling George on board. Others may not have seen the arc when the strange old man knocked the gem from George's hand away, but he could see it clearly from the side. , from that moment on, he determined that George was a lonely aristocratic young man who had heard about the "Garden of Eden" from other channels, and a "fat sheep" with a lot of gold.
To put it bluntly, it is useless not to get up early.
After understanding all this, although George was curious about what the scene was like in this amusement park, after all, there were still business matters at hand, so it didn't hurt to put aside the entertainment activities.
Moreover, based on the special geographical location of this amusement park, George actually had a bold conjecture in his mind. If this conjecture was true, George estimated that he would be able to see this mysterious amusement park again soon.
Driven by magic, the yacht was speeding on the lake, and the outline of the opposite lake became increasingly clear. A dark cave could be barely seen directly in front of the yacht.
George knew it was time to leave the yacht.
"Brother George, I'm sorry, I'm going to relieve myself. I'll be right back! Ouch, I'm so suffocated, why am I so weak today!"
After once again using the blood control technique to "gently" knead the poor Count of Monte Carlo's bladder a few times, George used the mist technique to leave the yacht while no one was around.
The blood mist flew at low altitude close to the lake, avoiding the illumination of the lighthouse on the other side of the lake, and successfully landed in an inconspicuous corner by the lake. Then, George moved quickly while maximizing his perception ability. After avoiding the interference of countless open and secret whistles, magic traps, and several layers of illusions, he finally stood at the gate of the Heretic Trial Temple!
He never imagined that the true body of the legendary Heretic Trial Temple was actually a huge, dark church. The aggressive spire of the church towers into the sky, its height is comparable to the city walls of a secondary city, and this church, which is backed by a hill and hollowed out by almost one-half, is better described as a church than a church. A castle is more appropriate - except for the lack of a moat and the overly conspicuous sharp Gothic church roof, its size can indeed be called a castle.
"Stop! Who is it!"
Outside the gloomy gate, two sword-wielding guards wearing dark full-body armor stopped George. Just based on the aura emanating from the two of them, George could conclude that their combat effectiveness would never be lower than the third-level intermediate level. George could conclude that these two warriors could even compete with ordinary Crusaders.
Just when George was surprised by the strength of these two sword-wielding guards, little did he know that the sword-wielding guard opposite also tensed up his nerves. As the last layer of guardians of the Heretic Trial Temple, in their memory, no outsider has ever appeared as abruptly and directly at the main entrance of the Heretic Trial Temple as George.
"Don't panic, we are one of our own." George raised his hands to show that he was not hostile. At the same time, he threw the black-clothed guard's appointment letter that Rex had awarded him in his left hand to one of the sword-holding guards, while his right hand was like a magician hiding playing cards, at an angle that the sword-holding guard could not see. Traces held the blade of Vampire's Kiss between his fingers, just in case.
After receiving the appointment letter, the guard checked it carefully, returned to the temple with the appointment letter, and handed it to the higher-ranking black-clad guard for a second inspection. The other guard continued to put his hand on the sword at his waist and stared at George warily.
Although he was a little unhappy, George did not intend to find fault. Instead, he chose to sit on the floor with his eyes closed and rest at the front door, waiting for the test results to come out. Of course, he had no intention of truly relaxing. In addition to still hiding the vampire's kiss where his fingers could touch it at any time, George also quietly turned on his sensory capabilities to the maximum, alerting him to what was happening around him and what might happen. everything.
Since Rex Lewis can set a trap on George's territorial ownership certificate, no one can guarantee that the future Pope will "add some information" to the Black Guard's appointment letter.
In this way, the sword-wielding guard and George were like two statues, silent and motionless at the doorway. Their dark full-body armor and black cloaks almost completely blended into the surrounding night. It wasn't until about half an hour later that the iron door behind the sword-wielding guard slowly opened, and the iron door made a sharp and harsh sound with the ground, which broke the silent deadlock.
At the same time, a guard in black, wearing a gilded black robe and a gilded black top hat, walked out slowly with strange and enchanting steps, while the sword-wielding guard saluted respectfully.
"George Lucifer, Viscount Lucifer, right... Your last name is really good, it reminds me of several of my past 'good friends'... Anyway, I am the deputy master of the temple, Jorman Gund, since You are a talent recommended by His Highness Louis, so dear comrade, you are welcome to join."
The voice coming from under the gold-plated black top hat was a little feminine and a little hoarse. It was impossible to tell whether it was a man's voice or a woman's voice. The moment he took off his hat, the deputy palace master named Jorman Gund's half-smiling expression made George tremble unconsciously!
The inadvertent glances between the two made George feel as if he was locked in danger by a huge python - the way Jorman Gund looked at George didn't look like he was looking at a new "comrade" at all. Instead, it’s more like looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!
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