Chapter 229

The portal to the temple of London is easy to find. Although the building collapsed, the three gates still stood in place, like monuments in ruins.

The mages are busy rescuing the wounded and repairing the buildings. When they see them, they often just give them a quick glance.

Standing in front of a row of transmission doors, Su Ming made a little observation. On the other side of the gate, there should be the Hong Kong Temple with Chinese characteristics. Incense burners and Guqin all illustrate the problem. And the New York temple, which he had been to before, is full of blood.

So the view across the door was completely strange, and it was the temple of London.

Two people through the golden ring of fire, under the ruins of the moment into a solid wood floor.

Elegant, this is the first image of London temple.

The high dome is all made of marble. The magnificent crystal chandelier makes the temple bright as day. The room is full of calm but profound decorations, which reflect the strength of the old empire.

A wizard with a long white beard was waiting for them. He looked like Gandalf of the Lord of the rings. He was very old, with wrinkles and age spots on his face and hands. He was wearing a brown robe.

He was supposed to be a great mage, but in order to guard the London temple, he did not take part in the battle of camara Taj just now.

The three temples need to be guarded at all times to prevent people like Domaine from entering.

His attitude is very friendly, as if he is a long-time friend: "welcome to the holy place of London. Unfortunately, the weather is not so good recently, which is not suitable for sightseeing, but I can lend you an umbrella."

"Thank you." People are very polite, but Su Ming has no time: "sightseeing is not necessary, we have business here."

As if the war in England had nothing to do with him, the old mage just nodded quietly and led them to the gate. When he waved, he did not know where two black umbrellas came from. He gave them to them with a smile.

"I've got a message from the Supreme Master and I know what you're coming from. But I can't leave the sanctuary. I'm sorry, you can only find it yourself."

"Never mind. Can you give me an address?"

"That's where the magician lives, so you can't see the address." The old mage touched his beard with a smile, and the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed into a group: "but there is a better way than the address. You go out and walk to the left along the street, smell the smell, then close your eyes and turn left, and hit the wall."

Stink...

Su Ming's expression is very strange. If any magic user can equate with stink, it's shaman or witch doctor. They avoid the world more than magicians. Can you really explain them?

But he didn't say much. He just said thanks to the old mage with a smile, and then opened the door.

"Hua..."

"hum..."

"bang!"

He closed the door again.

It was typhoon weather outside. As soon as he opened the door, he was drenched by the heavy rain. He also saw a tree flying across the door at high speed and smashed the wall next door.

Is that what you said the weather was bad?

Su Ming looks at the old mage with dead fish eyes. He always feels that this guy is laughing in his heart. It's like playing a prank with a blackboard eraser on the door.

It's no wonder that the old guard of London didn't let him stay in the temple.

"Cough." The old mage strained the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing: "just remember to take an umbrella. There is a magic array on the umbrella, which can protect you from the interference of wind and rain."

"I won't return the umbrella. Goodbye."

Su Ming put on his helmet, opened his umbrella, and pulled Holloway into the terrible wind and rain.

I could hear the old master's farewell: "often come to visit!"

It's impossible. The temple of London is totally unreliable. It's impossible to come back before the change of the garrison mage.

Two people walking in the rain, the effect of the umbrella is good, I do not know how to steal who's power, in short, in the rain has become a horizontal flying street, they did not feel any wind and rain.

But such a big wind, can you really smell it?

The answer is - yes.

After walking hundreds of meters along the street, Su Ming could smell a stench, which was not affected even by the strong wind outside the umbrella.

The stench was as real as it was, like a sticky swamp, enveloping two people on the street.

The specially modified helmet of the death knell can isolate the gas, but it must retain the ability to detect the smell. This is for the sake of combat, which is dozens of times more expensive than ordinary gas masks. There is not enough technology to repair or upgrade at this time point in marvel. But now, Su Ming begins to consider whether it is possible to add a switch to this function?

"Isn't it too smelly? The people around are miserable. "

Living in a stinky neighborhood, you can't find a place to stink... Compared with the place where Holloway works, the nursing home full of urine smell is a fairyland on earth.The doctor also covered his nose and replied stiffly, "it's like... The smell of a zoo."

"Well, this is it anyway." Su Ming sighed and looked at the blue wall through the dense rain line: "close your eyes and follow me."

The same feeling as when they entered the temple of New York, they passed through a layer of magic shield.

A three story building is like an independent wooden house sandwiched in the middle of the surrounding brick and tile buildings. There is no wind and rain in front of its door, but correspondingly, the smell is stronger.

Before Su Ming knocked on the door, the door opened automatically. Suddenly, it seemed that a black smoke came out, and the smell made Holloway cry.

"Well! Who's the master inside? Will you come out and speak? " Su Ming doesn't dare to enter the house. It's the most effective anti-theft means. There's no dungpit under the carpet at the door?

Master, you'd better stop your magic power and come out to speak...

just after the voice dropped, a figure appeared from the room.

He was about thirty years old, dressed neatly in a three piece gentleman's suit, white vest, white shirt, black suit, and a black top hat on his head.

He had a black wood cane in his hand, a fine moustache, a smile on his handsome face, and a light in his black eyes.

"Welcome, welcome to my humble home." He spoke enthusiastically and tied his white bow tie with magic.

His whole body was very clean and refreshing, and it didn't agree with the smell of the house.

Well, at least in this way, shaking hands doesn't have to worry about infectious diseases...

"come on, come in and have a drink. It's a bad day, isn't it?" The master shook hands with the two men, made way for the door, and motioned them to enter the room to speak.

"Er... Is there any magic that can block the smell?" Su Ming decided to speak up, or the house would not get in.

There was no sense of embarrassment on the mage's face. Instead, he said with a smile: "you reminded me that I always maintain the breath holding magic. I learned it from the Orient... A little magic, very simple."

He held up his cane, let it float in the air, and then began to recite the mantra, perhaps to show that there was no malice, that the spell was pronounced.

However, neither Su Ming nor the doctor understood magic. The only thing they could understand was the magic cloak. However, in the belief of Gu Yi, Su Ming took off his helmet to make magic work on him.

Almost the next second, Sumin and Holloway lost their sense of smell.

I can't smell anything. The whole person is relaxed.

Entering the room, I found that the room was actually very clean and tidy. Although we could see that it was the place where the bachelor lived, it was the same as that of ordinary people, and there was no trace of magic.

Therefore, some doctors suspected that the mage had hidden hundreds of corpses under the floor, which was the source of the odor...

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