Chapter 18

"Damn! Damn, damn, damn! How did this happen?!"

The black cat's face is full of human panic and fear, and its eyes are panicked.

It ran in the rain, rushing through a fog-like rain curtain.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the exhausted black cat suddenly tripped and got up again after a somersault. It continued to run a few steps in embarrassment, and hid in a small alley.

"Whirring whirring……"

The black cat flicked the water droplets from its fur, looked out cautiously, and was slightly relieved to find that there was no one there.

It slumped and sat down on the ground.

"Transfiguration-Release!"

The black cat's breathing gradually calmed down, and he opened his mouth, and a shrill boyish voice that was in the stage of changing his voice sounded.

A burst of etheric fluctuations twisted and elongated the black cat's body, turning it into a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy.

Brown short hair, freckles, Morrison Gregg who can turn into a cat.

Investigators of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Ritual Tower, currently serving for one year.

Although he is young, his attainments in Transfiguration are far beyond ordinary people, so he has the qualifications to carry out independent missions.

But this time the situation is very different.

He was originally in the intermission period of the mission, which was equivalent to a vacation, and did not take over the mission.

But Greg heard that this time, because of the danger of Wilde, the former great knight Joseph refused all the personnel to follow and came to investigate alone.

Greg, as a star-chaser boy who joined the intelligence department because of Joseph, knew all about the deeds between the brilliant knight Joseph and the dark wizard Wilde.

Out of curiosity and worry about his idol, he cautiously followed Joseph to this bookstore.

Of course, he gave full play to his strengths.

Hanging at a safe distance all the way, absolutely not letting yourself be exposed.

Until just now, not so long ago.

After waiting outside the bookstore for about ten minutes, Greg was just about to take a little look at what was going on inside.

As a result, I saw a very scary picture!

The destructive-level glorious knight, the undefeated holy flame, the half-body steel humanoid monster——

In front of the counter, he curled up in pain as if injured, and then fell straight down!

Greg swore he could see with those cat eyes.

A second ago, Joseph was still talking and laughing happily with the seemingly amiable bookstore owner, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

In the next second, Joseph fell to the ground as if he had been hit hard.

And the bookstore owner jumped out from behind the counter, then stretched out his hand to control the lifeblood of the big knight, and made some strange movements - Greg dare swear, this must be some kind of evil witchcraft!

Immediately afterwards, without any mercy or compassion, the bookstore owner brutally dragged the unknown knight into a narrow container, and satirized him coldly in a low voice.

"Iron-blooded people also have fairy-tale dreams"?

Is he mocking Master Joseph's recklessness in going to the meeting alone, in his opinion, is he as naive as a child?

Or is it just a vain dream that the mystery tower's great cause of clearing all darkness?

"Damn it, he said 'sleep with peace of mind', does he want Unbeaten Shengyan to fall into eternal sleep?!"

Greg shuddered.

too frightening!

What's even more frightening is that this has become half of the truth...

"What's going on here? Who is the owner of this bookstore? How could Lord Joseph just fall down without even a little resistance?"

Greg was distraught, pale, and trembling, as if he had escaped death.

No, it's not like, he just came back from the brink of death.

He couldn't forget the feeling of cardiac arrest when he accidentally knocked down some debris outside the door because of his fright and anger.

The owner of the bookstore could have grabbed him directly, but he just stopped at the door of the bookstore.

But he knew that the owner of the bookstore had seen through his disguise.

"Is it dangerous?

Yes, real danger is at hand.

There is only one path to get "safety" - "go home".

The owner of the bookstore deliberately let him go and wanted him to report back!

Maybe it's a warning, maybe it's a provocation, maybe it's a mockery.

But he has no choice now...

Joseph has fallen!

Now, only he can tell the secret ritual tower.

Morrison Gregg.

Investigators of the Intelligence Section of the Secret Ritual Tower, currently serving for one year.

Undertook the heaviest mission so far.

He held back the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, turned into a black cat again, and rushed to the direction of the Secret Ritual Tower.

...

Joseph fell into hallucinations again.

There is an endless starry sky and nothingness in front of him. The dark sky is covered with stars, big and small, flickering.

Billions of light-years away, stars are born and destroyed in cycles.

The concept of time is disappearing.

In this sea of ​​stars, countless behemoths swim in it.

In many cases, these huge shadows will flow from here to reality. In Joseph's eyes, the spaces on both sides overlap, forming a strange and beautiful picture.

It's as shocking as a blue whale shuttling between cities.

But this shock, most of the time, is painful.

Because it would destroy his cognition and plunge him into a kind of fear of the unknown.

And the magic sword Candela will travel through the ancient times of tens of thousands of years, and send out a painful and distorted roar to this starry sky.

Occasionally Joseph felt that it was like a baby missing its mother.

To be honest, guarding the magic sword Kendela is like taking care of a disobedient child to him.

He had difficulty grasping the child's emotions, and was increasingly unable to discipline it as he aged.

But this time is different.

There was a book in Joseph's hand, a book that didn't look too thick or too big.

"Clatter..."

The pages of the book were quickly turned, and the indescribable and taboo languages ​​in it passed by one by one.

"Those who stare at the abyss will also be watched by the abyss, and will be recognized by the abyss..."

"Wait...wait...damn it! Trap! Uhhhhhh!"

Joseph woke up instantly because of the severe pain in his head, and his head felt swollen because of receiving too much information.

In Demon Sword's berserk emotions, there was a trace of joy and joy, and Joseph's pain was rapidly subsiding and slowing down.

Why is it happy because of this book?

Fairy tales... are really for children!

Joseph snapped his eyes open.

He stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling, tried to move but found that his movements seemed to be restrained.

Lowering his head slightly, he was indeed holding the "Fairy Tale" in his hand.

It turned out to be such a fairy tale...

"Hey, sir, are you awake?"

A familiar young voice came from the side.

Joseph turned his head and saw the familiar smiling face.

He shook his head, feeling the headache go away, and stretched out his hands to prop himself up.

Joseph turned his head to look at Lin Jie, sat up, and whispered, "Thank you."