Griffith put away the grenade, thought for a while and asked Velonos: "Excuse me, is Mr. Pepperanchi here?"
Griffith thought of Pepe Ranch, the assistant teacher in the alchemy course. The assistant's crazy behavior and surprising stories once frightened him. However, when Griffith realized that he could not escape the mysterious influence even if he wanted to, he turned to need advice and strength to find out more about these high-ranking officials. exist and explore how you can protect yourself and those around you.
"Are you looking for Pepe Ranchi?" Velonos looked at him with regret, spread his hands and said, "It seems that your research topic has to be re-selected."
Since the incident in the Whispering Forest at the end of the first semester, Velonos, as the temporary director of the camp, has also been under investigation for a period of time. In the end, the school gave him a sanction and retained his job.
This man is undoubtedly suspicious. He and Pepperanchi participated in the summoning of the ancient gods and were responsible for the training of familiars; the territory of Professor Salorian who led him was infested by strong orcs. In addition, the origin of the goblins that launched the attack in the Whispering Forest is still a mystery, and it is impossible to cultivate and train them without a caster who is familiar with the familiar.
Moreover, not only goblins appeared during the attack in Manisa Village, but also some living corpses. According to Griffith's experience, these monsters are creations of the undead path, and behind them are the threads of life in the virtual realm. Beyond that, Aaron's exact role is unknown.
Throughout the second semester of the first grade, Griffith continued to help with the Potions course under the leadership of Velonus, and by the way obtained some supplies and experimental equipment to prepare himself the potions needed for battle. The Larmore family and Canaan must also be watching the associate professor. During this period, Velonos was very calm and there was no suspicious clue.
Griffith was not ready to delve into it yet. He had many other things to do, so he just asked:
"What happened to Mr. Pepperanchi?"
There was obvious hesitation on Associate Professor Velonos's face. He thought for a while and motioned for Griffith to come to him.
They passed by Pepperanchi's laboratory, only to find that it had been sealed off. Some people were cleaning things out there.
Velonus took Griffith through the deep corridors and floors of the building, and arrived deep inside Homemonworth Castle. This place is built with solid rock and steel, and the guards and familiars coming and going never let down their guard.
Here, Velonos pointed to an independent ward: "Originally, he should be sent to a mental hospital, but Master Salorian insisted on taking care of him here for a while before sending him away.
"He's not sane and there's no guarantee he'll be able to tell you anything."
With that, Velonos left.
Alchemy assistant teacher Pepe Ranchi was lying on the hospital bed with multiple injuries all over his body, as tattered as a rag doll that had been bitten by wild dogs. His eyes were blurred, his mind was unclear, and he was mumbling incomprehensible gibberish.
Powerful potions and surgeries saved his life, but not his sanity.
Griffith looked at the treatment records beside the bed. Pepperanchi has 2-3 hours of waking time every day, and the rest is drowsy and endless babble. He seemed to be telling a story from another world.
"I heard it, I saw it." The assistant teacher lay on the bed and muttered repeatedly.
Griffith asked hopelessly: "What did you see?"
Pepperanchi's face began to turn gray with fear: "Something I can't tell. They move slowly through all angles. They have no body, and they move slowly through different angles... Oh my God, They've broken through, they're breaking through! Smoke is pouring in from the corners. Their tongues—"
He repeated these ridiculous words, making people confused. If Pepelanci was just crazy before, then he is completely confused now.
For such a person, Griffith can only wish him a speedy recovery and no longer expect to get clues.
But, just when he was about to leave. He suddenly heard a sentence that shocked him.
"No. 13, warehouse——
"Stay away from there."
Pepperanchi seemed to be warning him.
Warehouse No. 13? This is where Elodie's father, Dr. Zion, stored experimental materials. It should be in Homemonworth, but no one knows the specific location. Griffith hurriedly leaned down, hoping to hear more clearly.
"Where is Warehouse No. 13? Why do you know?"
"Are you? Griffith," Pepperanchi's eyes regained some clarity and he began to speak normally, "The warehouse is in Baltimore. It is a school property. Some employees told me."
The hired hands, those strange people... Griffith immediately became wary.
"They came to me and said that there was a remote warehouse in the town outside the school where the creations of the ancient gods were stored. I believed them and went there together.
"These employees are very strange. Their speech and behavior are different from the locals, and their clothes are not noble, but each of them is a low-ranking extraordinary person.
"They believed in a god called the 'Creator' and acted according to His oracles.
"I followed them and came to that place. It was an old warehouse, with broken glass scattered on the floor and thick dust. There was nothing special about it. Suddenly, they started attacking me, hehehe, how stupid people.
"I had already prepared for the battle. I blocked the terrain and used magic to attack them. I killed seven people in less than two minutes, and the others fled in all directions. Then, in order to investigate their motives and the truth, I did some searches.
"After careful searching, I discovered a strange emblem. It was a pattern and shape that I didn't recognize. Just when I was about to study it further, those things appeared."
Griffith asked: "What?"
Pepperanchi stretched out his hand and firmly grasped the quasi-knight's clothes: "What I saw was a tunnel leading to another world."
"Tunnel? Another world?" Griffith asked in a low voice, "What is it like there?"
Pepperanchi shook his head:
"I didn't see it clearly. Just when I was trying to investigate, there appeared a strange living thing that cannot be described in words.
"Those monsters from far away that do not belong to this world, they howl forever in that terrible whirlpool. Yes, they are the servants and slaves of the devil,
"Their secrets must not be touched, our world and gods will banish them, and only the foolish will attract them."
Griffith looked at the assistant coach with broken limbs: "Did it cause these wounds?"
"Yes, its skin is slippery and extremely corrosive. It uses magic as easily as it uses its claws. I was severely injured and dying."
Pepperanchi's gray eyes squirmed and looked at Griffith. He made a hesitant sound in his throat, but nothing came out.
"Tell me where warehouse No. 13 is?"
"You can't go there."
"Why?"
"The principal sealed off the warehouse and built strong walls and magic defense lines there," Pepperanchi said. "Many of my research materials about the ancient gods were classified as high-risk sealed objects and were sealed there together."
"Instead of moving it back to the campus, are you leaving it there?"
"Yes, there are already a lot of dangerous goods in the school. The principal, under the suggestion of Professor Salorian, transformed Warehouse 13 into a strong sealing facility. Moreover, there are many people coming and going in that place. If you force your way in, you will definitely Will be discovered by the principal.
"If you must go, the address is No. 22 Beria Street."
…
The situation is getting more complicated.
Griffith spent the next day wondering whether he should break out and investigate the warehouse at 22 Beria Street. Secrets about Elodie and the events in Heura Town may be hidden there. However, acting hastily may lead to falling into conspiracy. Pepperanchi is mentally confused and may have been manipulated by some being.
As the night wore on, so did another of his arrangements.
Today is September 1st, which is the day when Mr. Hermit holds a party on the first day of every month. Minos warned him in advance.
"Griffith, Mr. Hermit's party is about to begin. Slowly go up the stairs at 10 o'clock in the evening and diffuse psychic energy through Minos, and you will be introduced to Mr. Hermit's space."
The last gathering was organized temporarily, mainly to discuss the request for assistance from the Blood Warrior Brunave, and by the way, Griffith was invited to join the party.
Griffith hesitated for a moment and then joined the party early.
With the help of the ring, he seemed to have traveled through an illusory plane, crossed an extremely long distance, and came to the palace where heroes were like stars in the sky. Several participants had already arrived at the round table, which was as large as an altar.
"Good evening, Mr. Death Knight," Miss Magician had been waiting at the round table early. She politely stood up and raised her skirt to greet him, "Nice to see you again."
Griffith immediately greeted her with military salutes.
From the temperament point of view, Miss Magician should be the daughter of a great nobleman. Her gentleness, confidence, intelligence and noble temperament are perfectly unified in her body. She didn't run the meeting like Mr. Arbiter, but when other guests at the party were talking to themselves, her few words could bring everyone back into order.
Miss Lover has also arrived. She gently stroked her long hair that cascaded down to her ankles, sat down on her seat, and cast her eyes over curiously.
"Do we know each other? Mr. Death Knight?"
"We don't know each other's names, and we can't see each other's faces clearly. Even if we knew each other, we wouldn't be able to recognize each other."
"Well, what you said makes sense..." Miss Lover nodded.
At this moment, Miss Fengxiang's tall figure appeared at the round table, took over Miss Lover's topic and continued: "It's not surprising that the people attending this party know each other or have other connections.
"Death Knight, maybe when you look back you will find that the people sitting here are all acquaintances~"
Ah, here, there is only one person like you among the people I know... Griffith tried his best to suppress his thoughts and not show them.
