Chapter 1520

"You know the old master?" Elena also looked at MEG in surprise. After a second thought, she suddenly said, "no wonder you know how to kill Berg and the bewitched Alfred."

"I just happened to read some relevant records in a broken sheepskin ancient book. I thought it was just a random unofficial history, but I didn't expect that they really existed." McGonagall touched his nose. He didn't think that the myth of ksuru really existed in this world.

During this time, he has read almost all the books related to the myth of ksuru and absorbed countless imaginations from the earth authors.

He has no way to analyze how many of them really understand the old dominators and how many of them are influenced by the myth system established by Lovecraft.

However, after the baptism of these books, he had a basic understanding of the ksuru myth system.

The old dominator with the power of terror once ruled the world in ancient times, but he was sealed by the ancient god and fell asleep.

Under this system, numerous colorful works have been produced, among which many old dominators have appeared.

McGonagall still has many doubts about the possible old dominators in Nolan. The previous two contacts were also very simple. No matter the black fog stone statue or the stone palace throne, they could not be matched with all kinds of old dominators accumulated during this period.

After systematic online translation, the parchment that Irina got from Crassus was roughly a wizard's prayer, praising the power and legend of an evil god named Meredith. By the way, she mentioned several evil gods, showing extremely fanatical worship.

The last paragraph caught his attention: "the old ruler will return to dominate the world again."

And does the sudden emergence of all kinds of anomalies in this world mean that the return has begun?

"What are the old masters? Can you eat it? What does it look like? " Irina asked, looking at MEG curiously.

McGonagall thought for a while and said, "the legendary old ruler is probably an indescribable thing with all kinds of tentacles."

"Tentacles? It sounds disgusting. Can you do it? " Irina frowned.

"The squid seems to be pretty good." MEG thought about it.

"Well, let's try to catch an old dominator next time. I don't know if the meat is too old to chew after millions of years." Elena's ready to try.

"After all, the world used to be theirs. How can we give them some face?" McGonagall was a bit embarrassed, as if they had been able to fight. Even the sealed old masters, he had little confidence that he could cut off their tentacles and make them into iron plate squid whiskers.

"I haven't heard from him yet, but I'm sure he didn't fall into Helena's hands." MEG turned.

About the fact that bloom is Sheryl, Elena already knows. She shakes her head and says, "I haven't heard from him either. At present, I don't have many sources of information, but if he is caught by Helena, I will go to save him."

"It may be influenced by the news of his father's death. I hope he can calm down." McGonagall sighed. He watched with his own eyes that Bloom's father bravely rushed to those who besieged Elena and delayed for some time.

"Sooner or later, I'll make them pay for it." Irina said coldly.

MEG is silent. He naturally knows the character of Elena.

"I'll keep looking for help and find him as soon as possible." Said Meg.

"You said you were going to leave for the FAK tribe the day after tomorrow. Do you have any plans?" Irina asked instead.

MEG shook his head slightly and said: "there is no detailed plan at present. The first purpose is to rescue Connie's brother. The second is to find opportunities to destroy the coronation ceremony of the regicide Gary and try to block the possibility of the alliance between the FAK tribe and the og tribe. Once the alliance between the two tribes is successful, the orcs are basically on the side of the war alliance. "

"No plan is the best plan, isn't it that we can't get things done? I'm good at that. " Irina's eyes brightened and she said with a smile.

MEG looked at Irina, her eyes shining with excitement, and sighed silently for the FAK tribe. Being watched by this aunt, there was no good end.

"Xiaomi and Anna have already gone to bed. In the dead of night, shall we do something interesting?" Irina leaned against the door, her long, straight legs sticking out from under her loose robe, her long, silky silver hair trailing behind her, and her eyes fixed on MEG.

McGonagall thought calmly for a while, took out the tablet, "why don't we come to see the cat and mouse."

"See for yourself." Irina turned to her bedroom and closed the door.

"Hoo --"

"That's close."

McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead. At that moment, he felt as if he had been watched by some great God.

Fortunately, he's smart.

"What fun cats and mice are." MEG turned on the tablet and watched two episodes with relish before turning off the light to sleep.

……

It's late at night. Most people in the chaotic city have gone to sleep. After the strict screening of the gentlemen's League, the number of suspicious people wandering on the street has gradually decreased. Even the tramps have cleverly hid under the bridge and dare not come out in the middle of the night to scare the little girls.

Even in the slums in the north of the city, there was no vicious incident for a period of time. All the gangsters who could be named had been sent to Basti prison by the gentlemen who incarnated in Sherlock Holmes to find out the evidence of crime.

Because of the shortage of cells, the cell density of Basti prison increased rapidly, which is said to have caused the dissatisfaction of some indigenous people.

Meanwhile, the street patrol density of the grey temple and the city Lord's mansion has also increased a lot, so that the residents can have a good sleep at ease.

……

There is no difference between day and night in the dark prison of the grey temple, where there is no light.

A scream spread from the isolated cell to the gloomy and empty corridor, formed an echo in the distance, and it would disperse for a long time.

There is a dim oil lamp at the end of the corridor. Standing under the lamp, Burton stuffed some fine tobacco into the bamboo pipe, lit it with flint, took a deep breath, and looked at the man who came out of the next cell with a piece of paper and said, "how about it?"

"Minister, it's all been punished, but Bretz still insists that everything is done by him alone, and confesses to all the people under his system, not online." The man handed the paper to Burton.

Burton took the paper, glanced at the contents and said with a cold smile, "is it really not, or is it something he's still looking forward to?"