Chapter 181

"Is this the product of Yadan's blood fused with warlock's blood?"

Cohen took a tube of blood bottle and said suspiciously, "felina... This thing hasn't changed much?"

"... the product of the combination of two red liquids, do you still want them to turn green?" Said felina contemptuously.

"No, I mean, you have to shine some light to be like a product of alchemy."

"You are such an old crook..."

"Ha ha, I haven't seen you for nearly a week. Of course, I have to use jokes to adjust the atmosphere."

Felina disdains, but at the same time, she also feels that there are some differences in the direction of the magic in Cohen's body, just very weak, and it's really not clear.

Cohen smiles when he sees her. He looks at felina's broken arm with a little regret.

"Felina, your arm..."

Feilina didn't reveal any chagrin when she heard the speech, "the loss of an arm will not affect my work and life, not to mention... The biggest problem that kevier has faced in hundreds of years has finally been solved. It's worth the loss of an arm."

"It's all in return for your efforts," Cohen said

"No, it's all thanks to the predicted Edward Roger."

"Prophecy..." Cohen pondered, "it was that beautiful night. Did you mention the prophecy of Cowell a hundred years ago to me?"

Felina was stunned and immediately showed a disgusting expression. "Please don't mention that night, let alone the beauty. It's all a tragedy caused by alcohol."

Cohen grinned and frowned. "I'll lose when you say that."

Felina, looking at Cohen, chuckled and said, "in a word, it seems that prophecy is something we can't help believing."

Cohen sighed. "It's just that you're ok... I didn't expect that Mr. Charon was dead. Don't get me wrong. I'm not in the position of a vampire. I'm just sorry for losing a friend."

Felina's expression flashed a trace of worry, "maybe Charon is not dead."

"Oh?"

"Nottingham square found only the powdered remains of the shadow elder, not the figure of Charon."

"That is to say, he disappeared with Miss yuan warlock and Edward Roger?"

Facing Cohen's question, felina can only say shallowly: "everything happened too fast and too fuzzy. The last thing she saw was that the shadow elder rushed to Edward Roger, and then the next second my vision was blurred and my brain was dizzy. When I opened my eyes again, they all disappeared."

"It's too much for common sense." Cohen shrugged.

At this time, the clock on the rear building rings the noon bell.

"It's already noon. I should go." Cohen turned back and boarded the coach that stayed here.

"Thanks for your help, felina."

"Hum." Felina smiles and waves her hand to her long-time friend. "Pay attention to your health. I hope your wish can come true."

"My wish... May really come true. Although Charon has been your enemy, the tube of reagent he left behind is really effective. I'm talking about the syringe he gave me." Cohen said and gave felina a frivolous eyebrow. "That's it. Next time you're welcome to novigrie. Goodbye, my friend."

He closed the door, and the carriage went down the road.

Felina watched the carriage go away until it was out of her sight.

At this time, a warlock came quickly from the street behind and stopped her.

"Monsieur felina, the bishop has given orders to postpone the afternoon meeting until evening."

"Why?" Felina wondered.

"It's said that it's dealing with the legality of the folk vampire hunting team."

"Vampire hunting team..." felina thought and said, "is that the new organization led by two hunters?"

"Well, one is kakately, the other is Jerry."

"Well, after all, the people in the order and military affairs don't have those Hunter majors."

Felina sighed and stepped towards the clock tower behind.

"My Lord felina... Do you have something on your mind?"

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, I always feel that there is some uneasiness in your eyes... If I'm wrong, please forgive me."

Felina was silent and worried

If something is really on her mind, it should be that she has detected a strange magic in Cohen, which is different from the heretical magic that Cohen sent out when he came to kerville, more like

Some kind of curse mixed with the unknown.

……

"Pony! Hurry up

In the repair shop, Emily puts a large box of waste materials on the table.

"Sister... The mago people are gone. Why can't I get my real name back?" The pony lamented and looked at the object he was repairing. His brow was filled with sorrow.

Emily brushed her hand. Hearing the call from a customer outside the shop, she went over and said, "because Mr. Marge will be back sooner or later."

"Sooner or later will come back..." pony Leng, "my elder sister is lost heart crazy?"

"Well, maybe not."

The pony followed his voice and said, "Mr. punk, when are you going to eat and drink for free in our house?"

Punk laughed. "Kid, if you don't have me, your business will close sooner or later."

"Ha?"

"You can't support the store without Mr. marjie, so I've figured out a way."

Pony was stabbed in the heart, his skills really can not support the operation of the store, but the self-esteem left by the end of adolescence made him not want to admit it.

"What can I do?"

"I've found the crew who used to drive us here. After all, I've done individual business, which is more familiar than your brothers and sisters."

"... does my sister know?"

"She's in the middle of the good news that Mr. Marjorie is not dead. She won't tell her until she comes to her senses."

"Who hasn't seen anyone for a week... Where's the news?"

"A lady named Molly, I've known her."

"Well..." the pony thought deeply. After a moment, he raised his head and asked, "I always feel that you have other reasons to hang on..."

"Cough!" With a guilty cough, punk went to help Emily receive the guests.

"Pony face dew doubt," sure enough, not so simple

……

In Molly's house, Ke min sits in the living room and looks impatiently upstairs.

"These children are really noisy. I sympathize with you for having three children."

Molly chuckled, "at least it's lively."

Ke min held the glass in both hands and drank. After putting down the glass, he hesitated and asked, "so... That guy didn't show up again?"

Molly kowtowed. "Well, the last time I saw him was when you took him to Nottingham palace. He said in my ear that there was something left for me upstairs. It turned out to be a letter."

Speaking of this, Molly laughs.

Ke min was confused. "I don't understand why a letter can make you laugh?"

Molly shook her head comfortably, got up, walked slowly to the high cabinet, took out a piece of writing paper in the drawer and gave it to Ke min.

"Just look at it."

"Well... That guy's letter is too sloppy." Kaiming min Tucao was beginning to make complaints about the contents of the letter.

"Dear Miss Molly,

I don't know if the format of the letter is like this. Anyway, it's written like this.

I have something unexpected and abrupt to tell you. I may have to leave.

If I go to Nottingham, I will probably leave this place directly. Of course, there is no guarantee that I will come back in case of small probability, but I will leave in the end. It's not the same when I write letters.

Thank you for taking me in for a long time, and thank you for the alchemy materials you sent me.

There are a few things I have to tell you.

Your son Tom has a good technique. He can be regarded as my first teacher on the way to be a thief. If you don't think being a thief is a promising career, I suggest that before he comes of age, you can whip him on the buttocks with a wand called magic, and beat him once in the morning and at noon, so that he will not dare to steal.

Jack may have taken a fancy to MafA. I think this marriage is reliable. He has no father or mother to bully. He is a qualified husband.

But you have to watch closely, Jack. It's my trust. Remember to train him according to my training. Once the boy feels his wings are hard and wants to go back to his hometown to go to the grave, please stop him. When can he break the stones outside the house? When can he let him go.

Miss Emily, please tell her that if maljie is missing, it means that this guy is going to seek the Scriptures. After ninety-nine or eighty-one, he will come back. I just don't know whether it is five years or ten years. Anyway, there are many unmarried girls. If she is lonely, she can marry at any time.

In addition, let punk stop wandering around and stay at keville. This guy got a reward from the underground black market, and keville died. As for the reason, let him guess.

Finally, please help me and Ke min to say that you will really get sick if you wear so little. In our hometown, there is a saying that diseases come from the mouth, and the chest is also the mouth.

That's all. Hope you have a peaceful life. I'll bless you on behalf of the Lord of Trish.

————"Masked butcher"

Ke min's eyes have turned into dead fish's eyes

"How do you feel?" Asked Molly.

Ke min sighed, "ah... This guy is really poor."

"That's right."

Then Jack ran down the stairs and ran to the door.

"What are you going to do?" Molly stopped him.

Jack looked back, his face firm, "chop the stone."

……

Novigrie, 27 Xianghua street.

Ronald was making coffee in the room, with half a novel on his desk, when the door rang.

He went over and opened the door.

A man in a hat was standing at the door.

"What can I do for you, sir?" Ronald asked with a smile

He took off his hat and was a young yellow man with a ponytail. His face was as delicate as a woman's. If it were not for his figure and the knot on his throat, no one would treat him as a man.

"I want to talk to you." Men's eyes seem to be able to speak, conveying their goodwill.

Ronald is now in the mood. He can't see through what is in his mind, or there is a barrier to prevent his consciousness from invading his mind.

Another alien?

The man smiles. "Don't think hard. You can't see through my thoughts, master mirror."

Ronald's expression in the flash of a doubt, then get out of the way, "please come in to talk."

When the man came in, Ronald clapped his hand.

Time is still, the noisy street outside is quiet, the cockroaches flying on the wall in the room stop in the air, and the man also stands in the same place.

Ronald walked up to him and looked at this man with doubts. Unlike all the strangers he had ever met, this man brought him a strange feeling that he had never seen before. He had this strange feeling when he saw his eyes.

Ronald went into the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee, took it in his hand, drank it and looked at the man, and flicked the cockroach that was standing still in the air.

The man suddenly looked like, "you dare to touch cockroaches with your hands."

Ronald was surprised, staring at the man's disgusting appearance caused by cockroaches.

He glanced around and immediately walked out of the house, looking at the people standing like statues. He was sure that time was still standing.

"No need to watch... I just played with you." A man's voice came out of the room.

Ronald closed the door and went into the room. Although he still kept his calm face, his spirit was extremely tense. This man went beyond his own law and common sense.

"Who is Mr. Smith, please?"

The man sat down impolitely, cocked up his legs and pointed to the ceiling, "what's up there?"

"Is that a question and answer?"

"Yes, but no reward."

Ronald experienced passivity for the first time, but he raised his mouth and said, "is there someone like you in the world? Or are you the so-called damned God? "

The man bent over and said with a smile, "guess ~"

Ronald's eyes began to turn black, which was a sign of his demonic nature. He said slowly, "Sir, I suggest you don't waste my patience."

The man picked up the manuscript on the desk and read it casually: "the biography of the demon hunter - the last fairy tale..."

He turned over the manuscript, let Ronald see the text above, said: "my purpose is to understand the story of the protagonist of this novel, and a woman who has a relationship with the protagonist. On the other side of the sea, she is called the source warlock, but what I want is what happened."

Ronald said: "it's easy, but I'm..."

"I will make an agreement with you and give you something satisfactory." The man interrupted, showing his teeth and laughing, "please take a hundred hearts. I'm very reasonable and won't cheat."

"What do you trade for?" Ronald didn't ask for it on his own this time, because he knew that the person sitting in front of him was at least equal to himself.

"My identity."

The man said, "a king is in charge of hundreds of cities and villages. The king can't know the little things that happen in every area, such as whether Uncle Wang's cat is dead in the suburb, and widow Li's door is unlocked tonight."

"You seem to enjoy telling stories." Ronald laughs.

"Please don't interrupt the passion of a creator." Dissatisfied, the man continued: "the king can't notice these trivial things, but once something strange or shocking happens in the country, for example, a funny clown or talent appears in a village located on the border of the country, which can please the king, these anecdotes will naturally spread to the king's ears."

"I think it's because the country is not big enough." Ronald commented with interest.

The man nodded and said, "indeed, even if all the milk teas in this country are concentrated, it's enough to go around the world."

Ronald shook his head and laughed at the joke. "I'm sorry to interrupt you again. Please continue."

"The king knows interesting people. What should he do next?" The man bent down, held his cheek in one hand, and chuckled, "if it's the emperor of nefergad, I think it's better to ask the soldiers to invite the man over, or ask someone to observe the interesting guy first, but unfortunately

The king is a loner. He has no army, no courtiers, and no enemies. He can only stay in the castle alone for hundreds of years. All the news is detected and experienced by his own senses. The people don't even know the real life of the king, and no one has ever seen the king himself, even the lonely castle, No one can see that he has turned himself into a rumor. He can't read people's memory, and can only rely on his own legs to verify the authenticity of interesting stories. "

After a moment's silence, Ronald said, "it's a strange story, your majesty."

"No salute ~"

"Ha ~" Ronald laughed and then asked, "if Mr. Li Nuo is your national, what am I?"

The man thought and said, "the tallest and most vigorous Millennium tree in the village, or the most ferocious beast on the border."

"A wonderful metaphor." Ronald sighed, "aren't you going to tell me who you are in a more direct way?"

The man said with a wry smile, "because I have set some annoying rules, some words can't be said clearly... But you should also know my identity. In short, let's go back to the topic, because there are two special people in the village, so I come to you, who have the eyes of heaven, to ask what those two people have experienced."

Ronald nodded. "Well, since you've told me everything, I'll tell you about them, too."

Not long, not short, more than ten minutes later, Ronald finished everything, the man pinched his chin and hit his mouth.

"Thank you for your elaboration, master mirror."

The man got up and put on his hat.

Ronald said: "your presence has upset the agreement between Mr. Li Nuo and me."

"It's true..." the man looked at Ronald and said, "but I won't let accidents happen. Everything should follow its proper path."

"What are you going to do? Erase my memory? " Ronald laughs and looks at a man like a joke. He is the supreme being in this world, and even people from other worlds can't control his thinking.

This is the common thought of high-ranking people.

"Remember when I pointed to the top to make you guess?" The man said here, pause, word by word: "the answer is, I'm far above you, Mr. tree in the village."

Pop

The man snapped his fingers.

Ronald is in the dark.

When he opened his eyes again, the black color in his eyes had faded. He wondered why he would stay in the living room. He turned to scan and found that the manuscript on the desk had moved. He also found that the coffee he had been cooking had been poured into the cup.

Scanning around, and noticed the ground broken into pieces of cockroaches.

A trace of the strange climb on the heart.

He always felt that something had just happened.

My memory was confused in a short moment.

Looking for his uneasiness, Ronald immediately walked out of the room, looked at the crowd outside the room and the peaceful sky as usual. He calmed down, went back to the room, picked up the cup and sipped the warm coffee.

"Well... Not bad."

“……？”

He always felt that something was wrong. He looked back at the door and pinched his eyebrows.

"No, I think too much. That can't happen."

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