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Red Rose Manor, sun-dried house.

Edsac Augustus stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his face was gloomy, and he chose to look at the opposite face of Terry, with a volcano that was about to erupt:

"Why are you going to escape?"

Terry's gaze crossed him and cast it out of the window, chuckling, not asking:

"Do you see the meteor shower just now? Do you feel the tremor of the earth?"

Behind her, the porcelain and other things placed in the museum had already fallen on the thick carpet, and the old butler Finkel stood by.

"This is not a very rare thing." Edsack responded with a deep voice.

Terry slightly raised her eyebrows:

"You are very slow.

"Then I will tell you frankly, I am a witch!"

The expression of Prince Edsac did not change at all. He turned to the old butler:

"You go to the door and keep no one coming in."

"Yes, His Royal Highness Prince." Finkel glanced at Talis in a cold, and turned back out of the sun-dried house.

When he heard the sound of the door closing, Edsack slowly vomited:

"Trischik, oh, you prefer to be called Terry.

"I know that you are a witch, and those who help you buy extraordinary materials have not succeeded. The ones you got are all provided by me!

"I don't mind if my Wang Hao is a 'witch' or a 'witch', I even saw your wanted order!"

Terrys was a glimpse, and she immediately showed a ridiculous smile:

"A lot of knowing...

"Then you know, I used to be a man, my real name is Tries."

"...what?" Edsac’s eyes were round and slightly biased, and he couldn’t believe what he had heard.

When Teres saw it, she suddenly lost her smile and laughed forward and leaned back. It was extremely fierce and looked like a madman:

"Haha, you didn't get it wrong, I used to be a man! I used to be like you, the following is longer than you, thicker than you! But the ‘Witches’ potion forced me to change my gender!

“Is it very disgusting? Is it already a layer of chicken skin?”

She vented the words that had been backlogged for a long time and went two steps forward.

Edsac instincted back and the throat squirmed up and down unconsciously.

"No, it's not like this... you are a real woman... there is no problem... I can confirm this!" He muttered to himself first, then screamed, "From the time I met you, you are real." Woman, what did you look like in the past, I don't want to know! I can do it like no other things happen! What I like is, love is, now you!"

Terry snorted and raised her hand to wipe away the tears she just laughed:

"You are such a poor person.

"You still don't understand? Our encounter is not a coincidence, even you like..."

She paused in a nausea and continued: "Even if you like me, in other people's arrangements, don't you think everything is too fast and too fast? I believe in love at first sight, but I don't believe it has such great magic. You act like a protagonist in a three-stream love story. Just because you meet one side, you fall in love with obscenity, fall in love with strangers, forget the goals you once liked, this is crazy!"

Prince Edsac’s eyes were straight and his mouth was open, but he did not speak.

His body suddenly swayed, just like finally waking up from a long dream.

"You, you are really the type I like... but my reaction, really, really, too exaggerated..."

Terry’s mouth was upturned and she smirked sideways:

"Poor people, even like this kind of thing has been arranged by others, like the puppet holding the line.

"Do you still understand? You belong to the object that can be sacrificed, and I am both a hostage for the cooperation of the royal family and the witch sect, and a disguise necessary for deception.

"I carry the important items of the witch sect under your strict supervision, will be destroyed at any time, will lose treasure, this is the sincerity we show, and once the matter is exposed, it is the other three churches or other factions of the military. Knowing that the development of that matter will be very simple, Prince Edsac is eager for beauty, stealing the witch, knowing that the sin is so serious that he swallows his gun and then all the problems will be covered up."

"No!" Edsack shouted.

Then, his face asked distortedly:

"What are they doing with the witch sect?"

“How could a hostage who might be abandoned at any time know?” Terry laughed. “This is all the reason I want to run away.”

She buried her head, smiled in a low voice, and smiled and shivered.

After a few seconds, she looked up again and outlined her mouth:

"How do you want to dispose of me? Stripped my clothes and threw me on the bed? No, you should have psychological barriers. In fact, I don't mind giving you some warmth now. The two poor people don't comfort each other. A shameful thing."

Prince Edsack had a round face and silently watched Talis for nearly a minute.

Suddenly, he closed his eyes and pointed to the other side:

"You are leaving.

"Leave from that door."

Terry stunned her eyebrows:

"You want to let me go?"

"Yeah." Edsack turned to look out the window and replied slowly. "I will stop Finkel. As for whether or not I can escape other pursuits, I will see your own strength and luck."

Tris was lost for a few seconds and rushed to the secret door.

Before leaving, she couldn't help but look back:

"What about you?"

Edsack didn't have a side, still staring out of the window, as if looking for the shadow of the past.

He smiled and said:

"I? Let me live in this wonderful story and greet its final end, good or bad."

Terry took a breath, stopped staying and entered the dark door.

............

St. Sayre Church, in a quiet room.

One of the thirteen archbishops of the Church of the Night God, the head of the Beckland Parish, Saint Anthony Stevenson, received an emergency telegram from the Earl of Hall.

The face is unscrupulous, and the old man with deep eyes is extremely clean. Even wearing a black and red archbishop robes does not give a dull feeling.

However, anyone who faces him will tremble from the heart, as if he has ruled spirituality by fear, or faces the unknown existence of himself in the depths of darkness.

Trischik... The original witch... St. Anthony patted the paper and stood up.

The light around it suddenly disappeared, as if it was swallowed up by the darkness in the room.

Throughout the church, all the believers who prayed felt the coming of the night.

Everything quickly returned to normal, and St. Anthony appeared in front of the Chaneys at the bottom of the church.

Today, led the team responsible for the "dead wizard" Dai Li Simone.

Before she asked, the Archbishop of St. Anthony screamed:

“Be prepared, enter the process, I want to wake up a seal.”

He wants to use "0-17".

He will use the horrible seal to confirm and deal with the things related to Trichic.

And this is the only “0” seal that is kept outside the sanctuary. Only two high-level officials in the entire church know it is in the Beckland parish.

"Yes, Lord Archbishop." Dai Li took a second and immediately responded.

While waiting, St. Anthony closed her eyes and naturally found some information about the seal "0-17" in her mind:

"No.: 17."

"Name: XXXXX"

"Hazard level: ‘0’, very dangerous, highest importance, highest confidentiality level, can not be inquired, can not be rumored, can not be described, can not be snooped.”

“Privacy level: Pope, Group A researcher, and Archbishop in charge of the Beckland Parish (Note: When the Archbishop moves away from the Beckland Parish, it is necessary to use the seal '1-29’ to clear the relevant memory)”

“Seal method: complete the seal through the cooperation of ‘1-29’ and ‘1-80’.”

"Description: This is not an item.

"This is a living angel.

“He looks beautiful, his hair and eyes are black, and he is suspected of being a young woman. The actual age cannot be estimated.

"...He does not have the wings recorded in the books. From the outside, he lacks sufficient distinction from ordinary people.

"...He has no ability to think, and has lost all his intellect.

"...All people and things that are close to Him will disappear completely... Through divination and other means, you can confirm that they are still alive, but they still exist, but they can't always find them. At present, 1825 methods have been tried, all failing.

"...the scope of influence of '0-17' will expand and contract irregularly, and more than 70 researchers have disappeared."

......

"Warning, He can't be used!"

"Appendix 1: This seal first appeared in the Quaternary pale age, the specific year, missing, specific date, missing, specific location, missing."

"Appendix 2: The information shows that He has been awakened five times."

............

By passing the message and searching for the counterfeit Inns Zangweier, Klein, with the help of divination, defeated the interference of the "master key" and went all the way to the exit position in the revelation.

He knows very well that under the carpet search, the bodies in the unmanned rooms will soon be discovered, so they must race against time and get to the exit as soon as possible.

The ability of "No Face Man" can be matched with the magical items that can destroy the corpse.... Klein, who practiced the truth, didn't take long to cross a checkpoint. One patrol team came to the exit of Divination.

But what surprised him was that there was no guard here, only a heavy open stone door stood there alone.

What's happening here? Why are nobody guarding the exit? My divination was misled, or the guard was outside? Between the thoughts, Klein found a corner, took off his armor, and restored a light and agile state.

Then he came to the opposite stone door and fumbled to the corner of the left wall.

After careful confirmation with the gold coins, Klein pulled out the quaint brass-colored key and placed it against the wall, twisting it gently.

The water wave appeared, slightly sloshing, Klein silently passed through the wall, did not go to the main entrance!

The first thing that caught his eye was the natural light that fell from the dome, which meant that the place was indeed an exit.

Klein cautiously did not move, quickly adapted to the light here, seeing a neat but mottled gray slate under his feet, with a large pillar in front.

This is a hall where the central position is surrounded by four hooded figures around the suspected altar.

Followed by, the soft but slow female voice was introduced to Klein's ear:

"Mr. A, are you ready?"