Chapter 254 Delayed Response

The iron-black coffin full of strange patterns was quietly placed in the center, as if there were subtle fluctuations colliding in the air silently.

Emlyn White stood in the corner, and according to the normal ritual flow, lit the candles, dripped and burned essential oils and corresponding herbal powders.

The erratic atmosphere was rippling, Emlyn recalled the request of "artificial sleepwalking", lowered his head, began to meditate, and repeatedly chanted the honorable name of "The Fool".

"The fool who is not of this age;

"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck."

...

In the monotonous and rhythmic voice, Emlyn gradually entered a wonderful state. His body was relaxed and introverted, as if he was in deep sleep, but his spirit was lively and light, constantly spreading outward.

At this time, he had the feeling that he was constantly drifting upwards.

In the ancient palace above the gray fog, Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table, tapped his fingers and looked at the light curtains swaying in circles beside him, admiring the begging figure expressionlessly.

Although it was blurry, Klein still recognized the other party as the vampire Emlyn White at a glance.

It's very courageous to take out the action to buy a doll... Klein sighed with emotion, but didn't respond.

He tried to divination the purpose of the blood race before, but he couldn't get effective revelation. The only thing he can be sure of is that it has nothing to do with the Aurora Society.

This made Klein quite curious, but he would not take the risk of responding to Emlyn White while a high-ranking blood was hiding next to him.

He didn't know if the other party could catch the traces, like "blasphemer" Amon who was dangerous to the mysterious space above the gray fog, and he didn't want to confirm it. After all, Amon was just a clone at the time, and the high-ranking blood race now has a high probability is the ontology.

There is no need to take risks on insignificant things, even if you want to understand the true purpose of the blood race... And there is no other way... Klein looked at Emlyn White in the "artificial sleepwalking" state and smiled. Said to himself:

"I can delay the response..."

He planned to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, until Emlyn White left the protection, and wait until the blood race gave up on this matter, and then respond suddenly!

However, there is a prerequisite for this, first use divination to confirm the degree of risk.

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"Tail Swallower... just like that river?" Derrick Berg suddenly had an association.

"Demon Hunter" Colin nodded solemnly:

"Yes.

"This means we may have stepped into a river we can't leave, end to end.

"Fortunately, this should just be some power left by that Angel of Destiny, and he didn't hide here."

No, it's not possible, but certain, and long ago... Derrick responded in his heart.

At this time, Colin took out a small dark red metal tube, unscrewed the cap, and gulped it down.

His light blue eyes quickly faded and turned silvery, and in the end, they even straightened up, reflecting the figure of the little boy Jack.

A spark-like silver light sparked in his eyes, sometimes hovering, sometimes colliding,

Very violent.

Zheng!

"Demon Hunter" Colin first inserted the long sword in his hand into the ground, then pulled out another straight sword with his backhand, and smeared it with golden grease like sunlight.

Upon discovering this movement, the expression of the little boy Jack changed, as if a thick shadow had enveloped him.

Before he opened his mouth, "Demon Hunter" Colin moved. He drew out the long sword on the ground, leaving a vague figure on the spot.

The golden and silver shone brightly, illuminating the entire underground hall, and the light in front of the little boy Jack was the strongest.

After a shrill scream, darkness shrouded the altar again.

The little boy Jack stood on the spot without moving half a step, but the face between the chest and abdomen was gone, leaving only the hollow where the squirming internal organs could be seen.

A few meters away from Jack, "Demon Hunter" Colin crouched on the ground with his swords hanging down.

In front of him, the face was torn apart and reduced to scattered eyes, nose and mouth.

These organs were twitching and bouncing like electric shocks, and soon came to a standstill, decaying at a very high speed, just like it should have been in the first place.

In an instant, Derrick felt an invisible, water-wall-like barrier protruding from his surroundings, and it shattered silently.

Almost at the same time, he seemed to have left the rushing river and returned to the shore.

Looking at the gloomy underground hall, at the statue hanging upside down, at the little boy Jack whose expression was distorted by pain, and passed out, Derrick was overjoyed and heaved a sigh of relief.

He knew that he and others were finally free from the repetitive life.

Derrick knew very well that although the final processing did not seem complicated, if he didn't understand the problem in advance and didn't get any hints, he might have to repeat it dozens of times or hundreds of times before he could discover the clues and find the solution.

In this process, if there is a little carelessness, people will die, and Derrick has no way of knowing whether the lost life will come back, or will still be "resurrected" in the bonfire, but die after completely getting out of trouble.

What's more serious is that people will always repeat the same choice, that is to say, they can't find the problem for the first time. Without corresponding memory and experience, they may not be able to detect the abnormality for the hundredth or thousandth time. Totally lost in the circulating river until the normal time of the outside world passes to the end of their lives.

As soon as he thought of similar possibilities, Derrick sincerely thanked Mister Fool for restoring his memory and giving him a hint.

Looking sideways, he saw Joshua and other members of the exploration team checking the surrounding area without any abnormal reaction, as if the previous six explorations did not exist.

Maybe when they return to the City of Silver, they can realize that they have lost a part of their life from the wrong date... Derrick thought silently.

At this time, "Demon Hunter" Colin stood up, walked back to the little boy Jack, took out another metal vial, and poured the black viscous liquid inside the other's hollow chest and abdomen.

The liquid quickly condensed into a translucent film, which stuck to the wound and stopped the blood flow.

"Heim, Joshua, you are responsible for bringing him." Colin suppressed the throbbing in his heart, and ordered in a deep voice.

In his eyes, this is the hope for the City of Silver to get rid of the curse and overcome the doomsday prophecy!

Huh... Derrick wanted to thank Mr. Fool secretly, but found that there was no corresponding prayer gesture.

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Queens, in the luxury villa of Earl Hall's family.

The sumptuous dinner shone attractively under the light of many candles.

Unlike what newspapers and magazines imagined, the dinner of a noble family is not serious and there is no need to keep silent.

This is a rare time for family members to gather together, and they chat casually about various light topics while eating, so as to exchange feelings and strengthen bonds.

Audrey cut a piece from her ranch

Steak, observing Earl Hall's expression, asked curiously without concealing:

"Dad, what happened to Prince Edsac recently?"

Her intention was, if not, to pretend that she had heard some unrealistic and irresponsible rumors, which was not uncommon in noble circles.

Earl Hall's knife and fork stopped, raised his eyebrows and said:

"What have you heard?"

Sure enough there is! Audrey, who read out the information she wanted from her father's reaction, responded with a smile:

"Some rumors that seem to be true?"

Earl Hall rubbed his forehead and said:

"It's nothing too serious.

"Audrey, I know what you're thinking, so I don't need to hide it from you. This involves a relatively common royal family scandal. Simply put, Prince Edsac fell in love with a commoner woman.

"This led to the death of a noble descendant. The royal family blocked the spread of the matter, not wanting to cause too much impact."

The countess took a sip of champagne and said:

"It seems that he is not mature enough."

Mom's criticism is very tactful... It really sounds suspicious... Prince Edsaac is really involved in a dangerous incident, and will bring bad changes to Backlund? Audrey made a sudden look, smiled and said:

"It made me wonder why a story of freedom and love would involve the death of a descendant of a nobleman?"

Hibbert Hall immersed himself in cutting the tender steak, guessing with great interest:

"This reminds me of those complicated love stories. Among the disciples of the Lord of Storms, it is a very common thing to fight for the honor of the lady."

"This is a tradition that has been put into the museum." Earl Hall denied the eldest son's statement.

Audrey seized the opportunity and said after deliberation:

"My impression of Prince Edesak is not such a person, and rumors have already spread... Maybe what they really want to cover up is not this matter."

"Maybe not..." Earl Hall chewed on this sentence, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

Audrey stopped talking, and naturally led the topic to another direction.

Next, she plans to "inquire" with other aristocratic friends. As a girl who was once pursued by Prince Edesak, it is absolutely normal to want to know the details of the matter. Whether she is curious or unwilling, it can drive people to act Such an attempt.

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The state of "artificial sleepwalking" could not last for too long. Emlyn White returned to reality a little tiredly, opened his eyes, looked at the iron-black coffin, and said half relieved and half disappointed:

"Lord Nibais, there is no response."

Nibais was silent for a while, and then said hoarsely:

"OK.

"You stay here tonight to prevent accidents from happening."

"Okay!" Emlyn didn't try to be brave at all.

This night, he spent in worry and apprehension, but the night was so peaceful and undisturbed, it didn't recede until the winter sunshine, which was rare in Backlund, fell on the window.

"What a bad weather." Emlyn left Audra's villa, lowered his top hat, and muttered as he stepped into a rental carriage.

His destination was the Harvest Church on the south side of the bridge.

After the carriage drove steadily for a while, Emlyn's eyes suddenly blurred, and he saw the boundless gray-white mist.

Immediately afterwards, he was shocked to find himself in a mysterious and majestic giant palace, sitting beside a mottled ancient bronze long table.

And at the top of the long table, there was a figure shrouded in thick gray mist, watching him condescendingly.