Chapter 142

The long night is not over.

In the mountains far away from the boundary of the territory of kevier, there is no grass, trees withered, except for the layers of rocks, only barren, no one will choose to settle here.

But it's also a famous mining Mecca in Kerviel. It's the Feilong mountains.

All of a sudden, countless bats appeared from afar, covering the moon and the night sky. They flew to a cave at the foot of the mountain and circled at the entrance of the cave for a long time.

There was light in the cave. The torch on the cliff was shining in the cave. At the end, there was a "man" lying on the ground.

It looks very strange. Its face is bloodless, and its skin is thin and almost transparent. It can even clearly see the blue blood vessels under the skin. It has no hair, no body hair, and its body is thin but strong. It is like sleeping with its eyes closed.

Suddenly it opened its eyes, slowly opened its mouth and made a hoarse voice.

"I want to know why I broke the agreement."

"All the people, find out the truth."

At this time, the bats, who were perched at the entrance of the cave, scattered and flew away into the distance.

It's the shadow elder, the scariest vampire.

Cowell's mornings were always unusually early, with cold air and few pedestrians on the streets.

From time to time, a bat flew across the sky. Some of them landed on the roof of a house, some penetrated through the windows of the house, and some gathered in the trees.

One of the bats crossed a narrow alley and flew to a luxury building when no one saw it.

A man was standing at the door. He was wearing a brown striped suit, a hat with a wide brim, green eyes and a finely decorated beard.

He held out his hand to let the flying bat land on his finger.

Just a moment later, the bat flew away.

The man frowned slightly, took out a cigarette to light it, took a deep breath and spit out a little smoke.

"Damn..."

At this time, a carriage ran over the early morning road and came slowly towards here.

The car stops in front of the building where the man lives. The driver comes down and opens the door. Cohen, one of the church agents, and Joey, who is with him, step out of the car.

Cohen didn't wear the robe of healing church, just a simple black coat and suit. When he saw the man standing at the door, he looked surprised and joyful. He immediately stepped over and extended his hand to the man in front of him.

"Long time no see, Mr. Charon. I didn't expect you to come here to meet us."

"It's been a long time." Charon took his hand and said, "I'm just here."

With a smile, Cohen looked at the building in front of him and said, "well, you're a little early. Surely the magicians of Cowell haven't arrived yet?"

"Let's talk inside." Charon took back his hand, threw the cigarette to the ground and stamped it out.

Cohen curled his lips. "Mr. Charon, you're still so casual."

This building is an embassy building for the red order and the upper level of the government to receive foreign dignitaries. The decoration inside the building is very gorgeous. It seems that kevier, who pays attention to simple design, has not applied the concept of simplicity to this building. Fine murals are carved on the walls on both sides of the hall. Golden sunlight is scattered through the transparent windows, and the marble floor tiles reflect dazzling light, Everything is telling visitors that the nobility and quality here are unusual.

"The chairs here are really uncomfortable..." Cohen sat on the chair in the reception hall, his body crowded the chair to the brim, leaving no space.

Joey looked at him and said, "Mr. Cohen, it's time you lost weight."

"Er..."

"Are you sure you're not going to have a rest?" Charon lit another cigarette, puffed out smoke and said, "although the waiter has been allowed to pass through the order, it will take some time to get there."

Cohen raised an eyebrow: "I want to see the source warlock quickly. After all, the source warlock has not appeared again for decades, which is also very important for the church. We are studying the ability of a secret method recently. With it, even ordinary people may be able to use magic. More importantly, it may bring new convenience to the society, such as energy, But there are still some problems in the study of this kind of thing. Maybe the mysterious power of the Warlock can help us find another breakthrough. "

"Mr. Cohen, you don't want to stay in coveldo because of the price problem." JOYA's untimely sharp language embarrassed Cohen.

"Miss JOYA... Don't tear down my desk..."

Charon smiles, takes the ashtray from the waiter, lights the ash, looks at the clock in the room, and says, "I think they may have to wait for a while. Do you want to have breakfast? The food here is good, and... It's free."

After hearing this, Cohen stood up slowly, holding the armrest of his chair, and said with a smile, "what are you waiting for? We can talk about Mr. Charon's travel story while eating, and I think Miss JOYA must be hungry, too."

"Don't use me as a pretext for free food..."

There were three knocks at the door.

A waiter came into the room, bowed his head humbly and said, "gentlemen, you are waiting..."

"No notice, long time no see, Mr. Charon, Mr. Cohen."

With a sudden voice outside the door, a woman in a white robe came in.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

She was followed by several soldiers and a woman in the same white robe but with a hood.

"You go out." Said the woman to all the waiters and soldiers.

When the door was closed, Cohen stood in the same place and said with a smile, "felina, why are you here so soon?"

"Because we're just a block away," said the woman named felina, who stood in front of us

"And this one?" Cohen looks at the woman with the hood behind her.

Felina smiles and looks behind her. "You can introduce yourself, Miss yuan Warlock."

The woman kowtowed slightly, took off her hood and showed her delicate face. Her gray blue eyes were watching everyone present.

"Chabai, that's my name."

……

At this time, outside the embassy building, the sun faded the cold of the early morning, and the crowd on the street gradually increased.

A little girl stood under a leafy tree, her face anxious, looking up at the branches and leaves of the tree.

At this time, a well-dressed, slightly old man walked by her.

The girl stopped him and said timidly, "sir... Can you do me a favor?"

The man looked at her with good intentions in his eyes, "of course."

"My ball was thrown into the tree by someone else... Can you help me take it down, I can't go up..."

"Well, I can help you." The man pauses for a while, smiles, "however, I helped you, you also want to help me, or say, we have to make an agreement."

"Agreement?"

"Yes, like a friend's agreement."

The girl nodded, "if it's a friend, of course. My name is carline. How about you, sir?"

The man's eyes narrowed.

"Ronald omdez."