"Kegoli... Gu?" Richard muttered to himself, paused and said again, "Du... Ermeng..."
Shaking his head, Richard was a little confused and didn't know what this was.
A spell
Place name
Or could it be that, from beginning to end, his guess was wrong and this was not the decryption method at all
Because there are still three books missing, he cannot draw absolute conclusions in advance.
"Kegoli... Gu, Du... Ermeng..." Richard repeated it several times, his eyes flashed slightly, and he had a strange feeling in his heart. He felt as if he had seen and heard these words before, but where exactly did he see them? I've heard it before, but I can't remember it.
This felt a bit strange and annoying, and Richard frowned deeply.
After thinking for a long time, Richard couldn't figure it out and said: "Okay, okay, this... still needs some time to study..."
…
Continue late into the night.
Baishi City, north of the city, slums.
In front of a wooden building, Alex, who had gone out of the city to worship his ancestors, came back. He looked up and saw that there were no lights in the house, and felt relieved. Stepping on the stairs erected outside the wooden building, I walked up with hands and feet.
Walking to the door of the house, Alex pressed against the wooden door and listened carefully for a long time. After making sure that there was no sound, he opened the door little by little.
Pushing the door open and walking in, Alex glanced around and felt a chill in his heart. Immediately afterwards, his legs became weak and his waist became sore.
Then I saw an oil lamp lit on the dining table in the living room, emitting a huge light, and vaguely illuminating the figure of a woman. The woman was lying on the dining table. She might have accidentally fallen asleep because she had been waiting for too long, but she would wake up at any moment.
"Gudong!"
Alex swallowed his saliva and regretted coming back too early. He should have stayed in the cemetery until dawn. Just as he was about to turn around and close the door and leave, the woman lying on the dining table noticed something. She raised her head, revealing a face that still had the charm of a mature woman. She glanced at Alex and said in a lazy and complaining voice: "Little Alex, why did you come back? I've been waiting for you all night!"
"Um, um... Mrs. Amanda, it's like this..." Alex's eyes rolled rapidly in his sockets, "Business was so good today, so... I came back a little late."
"Um, is that so?" The woman stood up, walked towards Alex, and said with a bit of coquettishness, "Business is so good, you have to pay attention to your health. What should you do if you are exhausted? After all, , the body is not only yours, but also mine..."
"Well, that..."
"By the way, little Alex, have you eaten anything..."
"I have already eaten… "
"Well, that's it. Do you have the strength to do some of the things you like to do..." The woman walked up to Alex's back, pressed against Alex's body, and said with a bit of charm.
"Well, that..."
"Ha, I know you want it. Okay, little Alex, I will definitely satisfy you and let you have a wonderful night... "
"That Mrs. Amanda, actually... ah, Mrs. Amanda, you... I... woo woo... "
"What's wrong, why are you crying?" the woman suddenly shouted.
"I, I, I... I just suddenly miss my ancestor. I have embarrassed him. My ancestor was such a great captain, and now I am just a fat businessman who can't do anything well... "
“…”
…
The night continues.
An underground secret room.
On the long table, there was a silver candlestick, with three thick candles lit on it. Because the burning time was too long, the candle wicks were too protruding, and the fire light became unstable.
The great scholar Surades was wearing a black robe and sitting at one end of the long table. The flickering flames shone on his face, making him look uncertain.
There were many people sitting on the high-backed leather chairs on both sides of the long table. They were all afraid to breathe and looked down at the table. The atmosphere was very depressing.
After a long, long time, the great scholar Surades spoke up and asked: "Vic, Harry and Henry, haven't they come back yet?"
The people sitting on high-backed leather chairs on both sides of the long table looked at each other, and one person answered bravely: "Master, they haven't come back yet."
"Huh—" Suradi took a long breath, tilted his head slightly, and shouted, "Yes!"
"brush!"
A cold figure appeared next to Surades: "Teacher, are you looking for me?"
"Yes." Suradi nodded, "Didn't you just say that you took people to check and found something? Tell me."
"Yes." The young man named Ken nodded and spoke quickly, "Vic, Harry and Henry, according to the instructions of the parliament, took advantage of the darkness to go to the suspicious target residence we targeted to investigate. Try to find out In the target's case, if conditions permit, they will get the book in the target's hand.
And this time they left, they didn't come back even an hour past the scheduled time. After another hour, I personally took people to check and found that there were traces of a fierce wizard-level battle in the yard of the target's residence, and there were some blood stains on the ground.
Although it is impossible to determine whether the three Vickers were poisoned, this possibility should be the highest. "
"So, the target discovered Vic and the others and killed them?" Surades asked.
"I'm afraid the situation is a little more complicated." Ken said, "Many traces of spells cannot be released by Vic and the others. Also, the target is missing. The room in the courtyard has been rummaged. The books we want to get No shadow at all.”
"What do you think?" Surades asked.
"I..." Ken hesitated for a moment and said, "Teacher, I think that besides our people, there may be other people who are interested in books, and they killed the target, including Vic and the others. , and took away the books.”
"..." Suradi was silent, as if thinking about something.
After a while, Suradi looked at the people sitting on the high-backed leather chairs on both sides of the long table, and said loudly: "I asked you to investigate before, about someone deliberately leaking the existence of our organization. How is the investigation going? "
"This..." Everyone looked at each other again, and the last unlucky guy who was stared at by Suratis replied helplessly, "Master, we have made no progress yet."
"Bang!" Suradi slapped the table angrily, shocking everyone.
Suradi spoke up: "Today's incident with Vic, as well as the previous leaks of our organization and the use of our organization's logo, must be strictly investigated and investigated! I am very suspicious now that these two things are very likely to It was done by a group of people.”
"This!" Everyone was shocked. Ken, the young man standing next to Surades, also had his eyes flashed. They didn't know why Surades had such an idea. Just pure speculation? Or is it some kind of premonition
"Did you hear everything clearly?" Suradi asked in a deep voice.
"Yes." Everyone responded in unison as their bodies shook.
"That's good, I hope you won't disappoint me again." Suradi said, stood up and walked towards the secret room, with the young man following closely.
When the people who stayed in the secret room saw Surades leaving, they first breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at each other with confused expressions on their faces.
"Could these two things be done by a group of people?"
"who knows?"
"The master said so."
"But the question is how to investigate?"
"this… "
…
Just before dawn, when the night is darkest.
Suo Men and Mu Keni slowly walked out of a courtyard in Baishi City and walked towards Yuan Fang.
Behind them, there was a faint fire burning in the crack of the courtyard door.
…
At dawn, the light shines from the horizon.
Macbeth, with white boots, white trousers, white clothes, and white hat, looked at the courtyard that was burned to ashes in front of him. He shook his head slightly, then whistled and sighed: "Tsk, tsk, okay, come out again." Such bad luck!"
Standing next to Macbeth was a short wizard who was less than one and a half meters tall. He glanced at the ruins with a solemn expression: "It's nothing wrong with it. Accidents have happened from time to time before. But... something happened at this critical moment. But there is a problem!
Now we are holding the East Coast Joint Exchange Conference. It has only been our turn for more than ten years. Things keep happening. It is a shame for our White Rock Tower. The plague spell incident at the academy was bad enough, and now there's another one. Fortunately, I can hide it this time, but what about next time? "
"By the way, Armstrong, have you ever felt that these unfortunate events may have been caused by the wizard organization participating in the exchange meeting, and they wanted to deliberately cause trouble." Macbeth said.
"Huh?" The wizard named Armstrong was stunned for a moment after hearing Macbeth's words, then shook his head, "Unlikely."
"Why?"
"If nothing else, let's talk about the college plague spell incident. In the incident, each wizard organization lost a lot of students, and they all felt uncomfortable. If it was really one of the wizard organizations, the price would be too high. Right? Moreover, once exposed, it will offend all the wizard organizations participating in the exchange meeting. Are you not afraid of being united and eliminated? "
"Well, that makes sense. But... what is the situation in front of me?" Macbeth asked, taking a few steps forward and pointing to the strange pattern on a broken wall, "And what's going on with this pattern? This should be Is this the second time it appears?"
"I guess..." Armstrong narrowed his eyes, "Maybe it is a certain wizard organization that has been hiding in our White Rock City and is dissatisfied with us. It wants to seize the opportunity to attack us. This symbol may be a representative of their organization. . This is provocation."
"In this case... do I have to tell the people above?"
"I'm afraid they won't even pay attention."
"Just do your best."
"That's fine."
Macbeth and Armstrong walked toward the distance. Behind them, on the horizon, the sun had fully risen.
Its daybreak…