Chapter 149

A four wheeled carriage went straight from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

The hilltop area of Mount St. Hilde is now a lonely and depressing place, and there is no such thing as a night full of lights and a gathering of guests on weekdays.

The houses were dark, with seals on the front and back doors of each house guarded by imperial soldiers.

Among the brightly lit houses, only the official residence of rear admiral papacy is very lively.

Teams of Marines patrol around papacy's residence, where the lights are bright and melodious music wafts through the dense landscape trees, and half of the peak area can be heard clearly.

At the end of the main road in the peak area, the northernmost end of the peak area, in a thick oak forest, a small gray building is crawling upright there.

Different from the exquisite, gorgeous and extremely pompous style of port Tulun, this small building more inherits the architectural style of the north of the Empire, especially in the swamp area. It is made of huge stones, with a conservative and low-key appearance, without any external decoration. It is more like a war Fort than a comfortable house.

On the East and west sides of the small building, there is a tower with a height of dozens of feet.

Obviously, the defense function of these two towers is greater than that of decoration. From a distance, you can see the black muzzle of the turret, and soldiers in armor are on duty on the tower.

Here is the official residence of the imperial Marquis vigrah, the inspector general of the southern Special Administrative Region Inspection Office, which is composed of port Tulun and the three surrounding provinces.

The carriage went straight along the road, past the silent luxury residences, and finally came to this small gray building.

Sean, the third trainee Secretary of the port of Tulun inspection office, stood in front of the door of the building. Seeing the carriage coming in, he hurried down the steps. After the carriage stopped, he gently opened the door.

"Thank you, sir Sean." Hessen didn't need to pedal. He took a step directly and stood steadily on the ground: "Sir vigrah, below?"

"Just waiting for you." Sean returned with a smile.

Joe was also light footed, and without the help of the carriage pedals, he landed on the ground with a single step. He triumphantly, lightly in situ jump, hey, the ground silent, light as mayfly, this feeling is wonderful.

Hessen waved, and Sean led the way ahead, leading Hessen and Joe into the building.

Several people climbed up the stairs to the third floor and entered vigrah's study. From the secret room behind the bookshelf, they opened the secret door and entered a spiral staircase, which went down nearly 200 feet underground.

In the master's study, set up a secret room, secret door, secret Road, such a design, in Joe's view, a bit conventional.

But he was somehow excited.

There is no doubt that inspector general vigrah is the most powerful person in the whole southern SAR. The only one who can barely match him is Duke Ross. In some special cases, his power will be superior to the Duke of Roth and have the supreme power of the southern SAR.

To be able to enter into the secret passage of vigrah's residence, Joe has a kind of excitement of being recognized and recognized, and having become a real adult and qualified to participate in certain secrets.

In particular, he came here with Hessen.

Looking at Hessen's broad and thick back walking in front of him, Joe's mood became more and more beautiful.

From yesterday to today, he has grown up, he has the strength, he can follow Hessen's back, participate in some really important, closely related secret affairs This feeling, very good.

Joe couldn't help but lift his chest and head high.

Hessen directly brought him here, directly into vigrah's official residence, into his study, into the secret road This proves that it is not only Hessen who has recognized himself, but also that Joe has been recognized to a certain extent here in vigrah.

This feeling of being recognized is very important for a young man who has just held a bar mitzvah.

The stone spiral staircase is narrow and secluded. On the wall beside the stairs, small square lamp niches are taken out. The whale oil lamp is burning soundlessly, emitting bright light, but it can not completely illuminate the stairs.

The more downward, the darker the light around.

And Joe's sharp sense of soaring, clearly felt that in the air, in the void, there was an inexplicable hissing.

The air vibrates endlessly like water waves, and the void trembles slightly like elastic cream pudding. An invisible force involves Joe's body and gradually erodes into his body. Little by little, it's like a drowning man is buried in the deep water, and the cold and piercing spring is constantly invading his seven orifices.

"Hum!" Hessen sneered as he walked ahead.

A hot and violent breath burst out of Hessen's body. It was like the shell of a Thor cannon exploding at close range. Joe and Sean felt the violent, domineering light and heat exploding in front of their eyes.

The inexplicable roar disappeared, the twisted shock disappeared, and the cold invisible force disappeared.

Joe heavily exhaled a breath: "good evil place."Sean took a heavy breath: "thank you, sir Hessen. Officer Joe, please be careful. This is a seclusion."

"Seclusion? What is it? " Joe asked Sean, who was at the front, curiously.

"I have no right to explain to you I can't explain the information I have Sean was silent for a moment before he sighed in a low voice, "but it's a dangerous place."

Hessen didn't know when he lit a big cigar. He took two puffs of smoke and puffed out a few puffs of smoke. Then he said in an impassioned voice, "the place where some taboos are suppressed. Joe, this is the broken slate you seized two days ago

Joe's eyebrows raised.

He remembered the black stone slab on Rafa's chest, which had greatly suppressed Rafa's strength and overwhelmed his body.

Rafa says it's taboo?

Port Tulun, under the inspector general's residence, is there a special place to seal down such taboos?

Spiral staircase to the end, here is a 100 feet long, 20 feet wide room. Like the claustrophobic hall under the capital of Heidelberg, the walls of the room were dark, and on the walls stood statues much smaller than ten feet high.

Below these statues, there are also doors one by one.

However, the door of the seclusion was about the same size as the ordinary door. The door was no more than eight feet high, which made Joe and Hessen feel a little cramped.

Sean, awed and curious, took a quick glance at the seclusion. Then he took a deep breath, took Hessen and Joe to the innermost door of the room and knocked three times on the black, silver lined door.

"Here they are, sir." Sean exclaimed.

Inside the door came the cold voice of vigrahl: "Monsieur Hessen, and officer Joe, please come in. It's about to start Sean, you come in, young man. You need to learn more. "

Sean's face turned red. He grabbed the handle of the door excitedly, pushed the door open gently, and said in a loud voice, "yes, sir Come in, Monsieur Hessen, and Sergeant Joe. "

Behind the door was a short silver corridor.

At the end of the silver corridor was a small room about twenty feet long and wide.

In the inner part of the room was an old wooden desk with a dull mechanical typewriter on it.

Vigrah stood at his desk, with the embarrassed Marquis of sijak on his left and the impatient Duke of Roth in his right hand, which was rapidly fanned with a small folding fan in his right hand.

In the corner of the room, an old man with short stature, pale complexion and cold breath like a corpse stood there quietly.

When Joe entered the door, he looked around subconsciously. His eyes swept over the old man, and his heart suddenly took out. The potion of abyssal Ephemeroptera improved his perception.

But he just failed to notice the existence of the old man. In his perception, the corner was clearly a blank.

Joe looked at the old man a little more. The old man turned his head and grinned at Joe with a smile that didn't smile.

Joe nodded to the old man, and his attention was drawn to the twisted iron gray lines on the wall. The messy, messy, iron gray lines like children's graffiti made Joe feel that there were many huge Hydra wriggling and struggling on the wall, as if to break through the wall and break into the world.

In the air, there was a sharp roar.

"Hiss", "hisses", "hisses" It makes people cold and stiff. It's the instinctive roar of some terrible creature when hunting Danger, terror, great danger, great terror

The air is wriggling, the void is twisting, the huge pressure is emanating from the void, and the bloody gemstones inlaid on the walls twinkle with cold and cruel fierce light, as if they are going to follow people's eyes and get into your brain all the time.

Inexplicably, Qiao began to breathe slowly and long with the breathing rate in the basic breathing method of the imperial army

Inexplicably, those twisted wriggling lines on the wall stopped.

The invisible pressure is gone.

The fierce light in the blood colored gems has become clear and wise Yes, these lifeless gemstones, their flash, but give people a kind of wisdom and brilliance which has experienced countless years of ancient existence

Joe looked at the typewriter on his desk.

Joe swore that before he could see what the damned typewriter looked like, he heard the sound of typing in his head.

Joe saw the latest mechanical typewriter in Tifa's study.

As a probationary judge in port Tulun district court, Tifa had too much paperwork to finish in the district court and had to work overtime at home all night.

Joe had heard about Tifa's typing.But the damn typewriter, the "dada" he made in Joe's mind was so dense, so loud

"Da da da da da da da da..."

It's like 10000, a million tiffas typing at the same time.

On Joe's skin, a small, clear block of words continued to emerge, as if hit by a burning iron needle

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