Little Tyrant Doesn’t Want to Meet with a Bad End

Chapter 65: Every Devil Night (4k)

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In the dark castle, in the room where the entrance could not be found, the blond cold-faced man looked up at the portrait floating in the air, and gradually frowned.

After nearly a month, the predicted oil painting has been completely different from the last time Brian saw it. If the last oil painting was a casual work of a poor painter, then this time it is a masterpiece by a famous artist, and the overall rise More than one level.

The teenage girls who were still illegible in the previous paintings are now lifelike, and the surrounding environment and buildings have become clear. Normally this is a good thing. The clearer the paintings are predicted, the closer they are to the realization of the predictions. It became more difficult to change. The oil painting in front of me was almost completed, which represented that the young Akat family and the Hizkrit girl were about to suffer.

But for this, Brian has another opinion, after all, he has already suffered a loss in prophecy.

"This painting is not a scene of their death. From this point of view, the ending is uncertain."

Brian said this coldly, obviously not very optimistic about Roushzi's prediction, and on the opposite side of the long table, [the collector] also heard a chuckle.

"Yes, but if the portrait is completed to this level, they may not be able to escape bad luck."

"Who did it?"

"The Mythril Priory, of course, there may also be other black hands behind the scenes. They want to cooperate with us, but I refused."

"Refused?"

For the first time, Brian’s voice was a little bit puzzled. He looked at the figure in the dark and searched for his meaning with his eyes. [Collector] See this: Remember m. .

"I am not optimistic about them. This time, it is not only the Acate family, but also the members of the Hitzkrit family. The handed down family represents variables. One thing is fine, and two variables at a time may be too great."

"However, in order to express our position, I still sent a precious assistant to fill up the shortcomings of their plan. It can increase their success rate somewhat."

"What about this painting?"

"I have shown it to them, but they don’t think this is a sign of failure. Some people don’t trust our predictions, but some people think it’s an opportunity. Now every street in the Sanctuary that seems to be the location of this painting should have theirs. Let people be in it."

[Collector]’s tone was cheerful, and seemed to be a little ridiculous. Brian listened to the cooperation and disputes within these cult organizations, but the expression on his face did not change. He just stared at the painting, as if there was something there. Keep attracting his attention.

The abnormal performance of the blond man naturally attracted the attention of the figure, the laughter stopped, and the [collector] tone brought curiosity.

"You have been staring at this painting since the beginning. What's the matter? I don't see much of what interests you. Is it this boy?"

"...No, although there are reasons for him, I always have an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this place."

Brian stared at the scenery that did not account for much in the oil painting, his brows could not be stretched.

It should be an old neighborhood. It does not belong to the noble area from the perspective of house type. The decoration is relatively retro. If it is in other cities, it may be easier to find some, but it is everywhere in Santo Lorraine.

This city has almost always maintained peace in its long history. There are not too many ancient buildings hundreds of years ago. Retro is not a feature, but a common phenomenon.

Thinking of this place, Brian dispelled his doubts a little. As long as he passed the old streets of the Holy Capital several times, it seemed not strange to have a sense of the scene.

Shaking his head, Brian decided to withdraw his attention. He stared at the teacup in front of him and thought for a while, raising his head and asking:

"What should Shia church do? It's impossible to do whatever you want in St. Lorraine. That person can't get around."

Brian didn't call his name directly, but the [collector] understood it.

Holy See, that is the patron of the land of St. Lorraine. The entire Shia cult is rampant and may be infuriated between man and god, but only in the religious country and in the holy capital, all cult forces can go if they can go, and do their best if they can’t go. Lower your body.

If the dragon is holding it, the tiger is lying. In short, he will spare no effort to eliminate his sense of existence, even if everyone knows what he sees.

No one can escape his eyes, so everyone only hopes to be low-key, so low-key that he doesn't bother to pay attention.

"I don't know the idea of the Mithril Priory, but I think they want to exchange benefits with that person. The Mithril Priory has been established for a long time. Although it has been low-key, it has obvious advantages in intelligence. What I can take out should be very important, so I decided to help them a little this time."

The man in the dark faintly said his plan this time and informed the goal of the Brian tasting meeting.

Don't focus on participation, but avoid being sold as transaction materials by peers. It can be said that it is a wise choice to protect oneself.

"The Mithril Priory has been away from the religious country for too long. Let's not mention places like Rose. San Mestre is not a low-difficulty area. The light of Shia does exist here, but our friends seem to I don't understand this."

Brian nodded when he heard the words, some understanding [collector] had been gloating for misfortune.

The Church of St. Meister, in this country originally controlled by the Church of the Goddess, the cult has always been at the lowest level in all countries. It is difficult to make big news for ten years. This may seem to be weakness in the eyes of the outsiders. Can be deceived, but in fact the opposite is true.

Under strong pressure and blows, those small gatherings that were not influential have gone to extinction, making more and more people have to huddle together to keep warm. Some of these people’s organizations chose to leave the religious country, and most of them became famous afterwards. There are also some behemoths who chose to dive under the water.

The tasting meeting is an organization that exists in the shadow of the most radiant place.

"Let them go, they are quite qualified as pathfinders."

The figure in the dark said so, and slowly put down his teacup.

Tonight, it will probably be a long time.

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In Shia, the division of strength is actually very complicated.

As we all know, the source level that affects a person's strength the most is the source level. The source level is like fuel and a reserve battery. The output is largely determined by the source level.

As the so-called vigorous miracle, the higher the source level, the more magic elements will erupt, and the quantitative change will produce a qualitative change. The same spell may exert completely different effects.

And beyond the source level is the source quality, which is like the central processing unit, the center of regulating all extraordinary powers.

Ordinary transcendents will end here, but for a group of chosen people, they have another assassin—bloodline.

Everyone of the bloodline has its own abilities. There may be one or multiple abilities, but without exception, most of these bloodline abilities are very powerful. Although there are many costs and very heavy, bloodline skills often give birth to some beyond the rules. Outside the product.

For example, [Human Skin Painter] Peter Carter, his silver lower bloodline is an extremely rare type, the activation conditions are harsh, and the cost is too large for one person to bear, but it is extremely easy to use in some situations.

Peter’s bloodline ability [personal studio] must be activated indoors, and each activation must be three years apart, and 100 people must be killed as a sacrifice, but there is only one effect, and that is to combine him with the room People are completely isolated from the outside world for one day.

Of course, such a huge price is of course not in vain. In the [personal studio], except for Peter’s possessions, any protective treasures and information transmission curses cannot be activated. It is a private space that does not allow outsiders to disturb. The talent of any combat power bonus may not be strong, but it is tailor-made for the nobles with low assassination strength.

Because of this, only source-level 4 Peter can have a good position in the Mithril Priory, and even enjoy offerings. Today, as a representative of the Mithril Priory, he will play a role with his partners. Carrying out an assassination that is almost the most expensive round of all Shia... Although the target of the assassination is almost worthless to him.

Roya Akat, a ten-year-old kid who did not even inherit the title, has a huge difference in status compared with the big lords he killed in the past, and even the kings of small countries. To be honest, Peter does not understand why he should be precious. His bloodline abilities were used for this kind of stuff, but he didn't dare to defy the commission of the president of the Priory.

"I will put you in the room where they are, but the time is uncertain. Maybe Roya Akat is alone in front of you, maybe he and the princess of the country, but there will never be more than three! Live, you can only kill one person, and after the killing you will return to where you are now."

"So, why must it be launched these two days? Usually there is no princess, and there are fewer guards."

Peter, with black hair and pale face, looked in front of him and was ready to stop the bleeding. He raised his arm and held an axe. The visibly nervous, strong man asked the question in his heart. The other party glanced at him without making a sound. Peter immediately understood. Can only curl his lips.

The price and restrictions of bloodlines are something that almost everyone with bloodlines can't escape. The guy in front of him can break through so many barriers to achieve accurate delivery, and he must have more restrictions and requirements.

Is it the new year? Or astrology

Peter thought about these and didn't speak any more, but the strong man had already started to move. He rolled up his sleeves to reveal his scarred arms, and then lifted his axe to chop off.

"what-!"

In the suppressed bitter cry, Peter saw the man’s forearm fall to the ground, but surprisingly, instead of blood flowing out of the wound, but the crimson curse tide, the weird curse completely enveloped Peter, Then he disappeared with him.

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"Where did this letter come from?"

At the headquarters of the Holy See, Holy See, John, who had just received the king of the small country who had come to worship from afar, looked at the bishop in front. At this time, a letter with three white feathers was lying between the hands of the respectful clergy.

The letter of the white Sanyu, this is the way of surrender given by the ancient Austin Empire during the conquering of the kingdoms in the second era. As long as the messenger comes to the front with the letter of the white Sanyu, it cannot be hurt. This tradition follows Austin The footsteps of conquering spread throughout all human countries, and this method of surrender has been spreading for thousands of years to the present.

Generally speaking, this kind of correspondence is between the two countries at war, but it is different for the religious state. As we all know, the religious state does not have a foreign war, so there is only one such correspondence.

A letter of surrender from a cult or a group classified as a hostile organization by the Holy See.

When the cult organizations chased by the religious state cannot withstand the pressure, some of them will submit this kind of surrender. At the cost of some intelligence and withdrawing from the religious state, they can choose a remote area for exile, or simply ask for orders to the empire. The kind of country that does not deal with the religious state is making troubles.

To this kind of surrender, the church country has always adopted a relatively moderate attitude. The governance of the country requires flexibility. After all, the elimination of all evils is only an ideal, and Holy See John also understands this.

"This is what the little guys found in the prayer mailbox on the big square today, do you think, sir?"

"Well, let me see, you guys step back first."

"Yes."

John took the letter and rejected the crowd, and injected his own spell power into it. The three feathers on the white Sanyu letter immediately flew, creating a triangular image in the air.

This is the way to use this kind of letter, which is a bit similar to a time-limited video chat. It is safe, fast and intuitive, except that it consumes a lot of curse power and must be opened by the recipient himself.

"Good evening, under the crown of the honorable Great Holy See, I am Lakas, the vice president of the Mythril Priory. I would like to extend my sincere greetings to you."

In the video, a man like an aristocratic gentleman stroked his chest to salute John, and the two began to communicate, while in the labyrinth hall on the other side, Noelle and Roja doubted the world they were in.

It was just clear that the two of them were still reading in the study, but after a strange wave of curse power, the scenes near Noelle and Roja changed drastically. The antique wall bookshelves turned into dark rooms, one by one twisted. Terrible portraits hung on all sides of the wall.

At this moment, Noelle felt that the power of blood in his body began to oscillate sharply as if he had encountered an opponent, and Roja began to burn his brain again.

what happened? What is the sight around here... and my head hurts too much!

Luo Ya, who suffered a sudden change, struggled to endure the pain and looked up to the front. He was seeing the end of the room. A black-haired man was observing them from nowhere. A striking pink spread rapidly on the top of his head, and the air seemed to Suddenly there was a sweet and greasy blood.

[Human Skin Painter] Peter Carter.