Chapter 609

Holy eagle nest City, lofk District, where residents are generally rich, barristers, parliamentarians and other people belonging to the upper class. Most of their residences are exquisite and luxurious, and the environment is also excellent. They are not only clean and quiet, but also the air is more fresh.

At this time, it was late at night. In one of the large single family houses, which was slightly smaller than those exaggerated and luxurious villas around, there was a study. On the desk by the window, a very dignified lady who looked only from her back was writing on her desk.

She didn't wear any jewelry. She was wearing a blue pleated skirt, blonde hair and exquisite women's glasses. She was about thirty-four or fifteen years old. She gave people a strong and intelligent breath after suffering and years of precipitation.

Although at this moment, she seemed to be in a state of panic because she had insight into something terrible.

In the room, rustling sounds echoed.

Deep in her heart, there is also a glimmer of hope:

"I have other ways and other channels for help, but Tang always gives me a sense of trust and reliance. Although I haven't met him yet, maybe it's a wrong decision. I should confirm something and inform him again, but I don't have time. The knowledge seeker is losing efficacy..."

"Dong Dong ~"

"Hiss"

In the quiet night, the sudden knock on the door shook the palm of the woman who was already in a special state. Almost subconsciously, she put down the quill pen and transmitted the newly opened information to the unknown end through the strange object.

The vast white light, like an eraser, erased her handwriting on the white paper.

She watched the scene with her own eyes, so she immediately found a "horror".

A little ink fell on the white paper.

It is so subtle that it can hardly be found if you don't look carefully.

"Knowledge seekers are also isolated?"

Despair and fear appeared in the eyes under women's glasses.

She does not have any extraordinary career. Although she has the potential to launch an impact on "broad scholars", before that, her body is actually no different from ordinary women.

However, as the owner of "strange things", she can see the state of strange things.

The dazzling ink and the dim light are proving that this strange thing has temporarily lost its effectiveness, and it can no longer convey any information.

Before the signal that she was glad to ask for advice was sent out in time, the door made of spiral red teak behind her was sounded again, and it was more urgent.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a familiar voice that made her body tremble.

"Honey, it's time to go to bed."

This voice is gentle, and has a magnetic that makes people easily feel good. It even has a dramatic accent that is very popular with the upper class ladies and girls in the holy eagle nest city.

That usually means that the voice owner has a prominent family background and has learned the most difficult classical drama since childhood. The new generation has long lost this way of education. Only a few decades ago, it was popular for a period of time. Mature socialists can immediately judge that there should be a noble and charming middle-aged gentleman outside the door.

In fact, it is true.

Across the door with red spiral texture, there is a middle-aged man in white pajamas. His lips are a little thin, and there are some wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes, but this does not affect his handsome face. His eyes are deep, giving people a sense of vicissitudes and wisdom.

He did not hide the love on his face. His eyes seemed to penetrate the door and directly see the "wife" who was panicking.

Soon, his wife, rose Rowling, cleaned up carelessly, but did not come to open the door for him. Instead, she took a deep breath, looked at the door and said in a perfunctory tone that seemed to be busy:

"Ah, honey, you go to bed first. I may spend the night in my study tonight. You know, I'm working on a new subject recently."

Her tone of voice was perfect, but rose still couldn't help showing a worried color on her face.

She knew that even the best cover up was futile.

That "thing" had long known that she had noticed.

But it chose to continue to wear the familiar "skin bag" and continue to play a couple who have no love after a long separation and reunion.

She is like a flying insect falling into a cobweb. No matter how hard she struggles, she can't get out of this cage. That thing even disdains to hide in the shadow. She just condescends every day, as if playing a game, cooperating with her performance.

But she did not dare to stop or take the initiative to expose it. Although she was not extraordinary, the profound knowledge in her mind told her.

"It's an extremely terrible thing. No, it's more like a strange race from another dimension. He put on Howard's bag, certainly not for me. He has an extremely terrible plan, and I need to hold him down temporarily."

When she read, across a door, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence.

The suffering of "waiting" began, one second, two seconds, three seconds... In the process, she divided a thought and immersed herself in a special area of her mind.

Inside, several "symbols" are floating.

Each symbol represents a terrible existence.

This is the ultimate means she prepares for herself as a "erudite".

Others, such as the "knowledge seeker", failed in a way she could not understand in a short time.

As for the temporary arrangement of Summoning Magic array, or reciting spells, they are far from as fast and effective as she recites.

"If he chooses to expose it, I can only sacrifice my body and soul and summon a God above the 'mystery' to come. If in the past, this method is difficult to work, but now in the awakening period of the gods, there will be an unexpected response."

"The gods of the order camp may not covet my soul... Maybe they should choose the chaotic camp, but they prefer the neutral existence."

Just as rose Rowling endured her fear and chose the way of death for herself.

Outside the door, the middle-aged gentleman seemed to have finally ended his "examination", and a strange smile arose from the corners of his mouth, but his voice was very warm.

"Well, honey, do you need me to prepare a cup of hot milk and some snacks for you?"

"No ~ No."

"I can't help you. I've been like this since I was a child. The diligent rose, the gifted rose, and the shameless rose of the boys... Unexpectedly, I finally married stupid Howard, but I married the most beautiful girl."

"You are my angel, rose Madeleine."

……

In the strange and charming dramatic accent, accompanied by the slight sound of footsteps, the figure outside the door left.

Mrs. Rowling, or rose Madeleine, vomited out the turbid air she had accumulated for a long time at an incomparably slow speed.

Soon, she really heard the last sentence.

"You are my angel... Rose Madeleine."

Almost immediately, she tried to keep her calm face out of control. She raised her hands and covered her face tightly. Crystal tears flowed from between her fingers. She repressed her crying, and the figure of her "husband" came to her mind.

That's what he said when he proposed to himself.

In this world, only husband and wife know.

She had expected something in her heart, but she didn't really confirm it until this moment.

Her husband, Howard Rowling, the last heir of the Rowling family, has died completely.

"That thing, that monster from another dimension, not only wears Howard's skin bag, but also has Howard's memory... It is like relatives returning from the world of the dead. They are no longer real relatives, but also unknowable and inexplicable terrible things."

Rowling sobbed and recalled the experience of falling from heaven to hell, from sweet to terrible.

Pain raged in the depths of her heart.

Her "husband" Howard returned a few weeks ago, which made her fall into a sweet surprise. Howard Rowling was subjected to extremely severe multiple censorship because of her relationship with various extraordinary organizations.

The Rowling family has an ancient reputation and some details, but it can be seen from only one descendant that the influence of the real world and the industry have long been lost, and he can't have the privilege of immunity.

Fortunately, he successfully passed the review.

Even for safety reasons, rose Madeleine herself checked her husband who came back from the "mystery", and her husband passed perfectly.

Everyone, including the tree of the world and the ancient mystery library, believed Howard's statement: he was accidentally involved in a special space on the night when the spirit tide returned, then established contact with a special "spirit", obtained his gift, and finally returned to the eagle Federation.

Sounds fantastic experience, but there is no "flaw".

Even because of his next performance, it seems more real.

It is also the beginning of rose Madeleine's "nightmare":

After Howard Rowling returned and spent a sweet time with his wife, he began to show unparalleled "talent". No, it should have been cashed. Only "broad scholars" have talent. He has even more knowledge than his wife.

In a very short time, he was recognized by organizations including officials and the tree of the world.

A few days ago, he replaced his "wife" in major organizations.

It is said that his wife will become a full-time wife.

The truth behind this strange situation is that he locked rose Madeleine at home.

As a erudite, rose has a certain resistance.

But that day, rose found that her strength was extremely fragile in the face of her suddenly strange and terrible "husband".

He forcibly cut off Rose's connection with the "mysterious ancient god" she believed in.

He forcibly bound her range of activities and was unable to leave the villa.

Little by little, he is erasing the traces of her existence and replacing her to establish contacts with major organizations.

Although in this process, rose also used her own means to obtain some "information", before losing contact with the ancient god, she received an extremely terrible "early warning", which is the reason why she did not take drastic measures, but dealt with the monster in her husband's skin bag.

I don't know how long later, she slowly raised her head and wiped away her tears. Her husband, monster... And Tangqi flashed in her mind.

"There is still hope. I can't give up."

Between thoughts, she pressed down her confused and fearful thoughts and focused on her own mind.

Her body is an ordinary woman, but she still has a powerful "weapon" and her knowledge.

Without completely pinning hope on the Savior, rose Madeleine immediately immersed herself in her mind and began to search and think about the knowledge and methods that could deal with the "great terror" in front of her.

……

It's still late at night. The holy eagle's nest city is close to lovek District, an art museum that has been turned off and closed.

Six young men and women with avant-garde clothes and colorful hair came in through small doors or hidden channels. They were each holding a flashlight and began to wantonly enjoy oil paintings hanging on the wall, or other works of art in glass cabinets all over the hall.

This museum, named "LAfter", is actually an institution specialized in collecting and displaying some avant-garde and grotesque works of art.

In other words, the exhibits here are not worth money.

These young people, in fact, are poor artists who hang out on the streets. They are not willing to buy tickets and enjoy them at night.

One of them, a white girl with green hair and nose nails, was suddenly attracted by an extremely strange "oil painting". She stood in front of the painting with some creatures that only exist in imagination, as well as some vortices, lines and symbols.

She felt that her eyes, along with her soul, seemed to be drawn in.

It seemed to be an illusion. She suddenly saw that the oil painting called "dreamland" began to give off faint light.

In the illusory and blurred brilliance, a figure is walking out slowly.

"Am I too high today?"

The girl whispered, involuntarily stretched out her hands and tried to touch the figure that gradually became clear.