Lord of the Mysteries: Traveler

After Fren arrived, the footman bowed and left, leaving Fren alone to watch the ornately decorated gate.

Furen didn't rush to open the door, he just looked at the door carefully. The door was gorgeously decorated with occult colors. Furen felt that the jewels on the door were messy but with a certain pattern. However, after taking a closer look, Fren did not find that there was anything mysterious about the gate.

After gradually losing sight of other people's footsteps, Furen looked around twice, and opened the beautiful door with a solemn gesture.

Although the door was very ornately decorated, and looked like it was for a giant, there was no sound when Furen pushed it open.

After the door was gradually opened and Fren's eyes gradually adjusted to the light in the inner room, he saw a bloated old man in his fifties or sixties facing the door. While chatting with the people around him, he saw the door open. When opening, after making a few accusations, he got up and greeted him.

Although this old man is bloated, his standing up momentum is no worse than that of the young man, and his face does not have many wrinkles of the old man. Although his hair is almost completely white, he still looks majestic, but There is no lack of kindness, and at first glance it makes people feel not to be underestimated.

Yes, Furen can see the appearance of the villa owner clearly, because the villa owner is not wearing a mask, but wearing home-made clothes, his face is very calm, so Furen can't help but wonder if he is cheating. It was the wrong intention of this Abrahamic leader to call a family meeting.

At the same time as Leif stood up, his not aggressive, but majestic voice sounded: "It turned out to be a 'traveler', welcome, you can come here, it means that you have finally got rid of the predicament, I It's great to see your growth."

Although Furen didn't take the head of Leif Crow's Abraham family seriously in his heart, it was very strange to see such a majestic head. No one who is called an elder to take on the big picture sees the difference.

"Thank you for your concern, I've gotten out of my inner obstacle, so, is this meeting held now?" Furen replied without pausing for too long.

"Don't be too impatient, the impatient can't appreciate the most wonderful fragrance. It's almost time now, but you're not the last, and the family reunion isn't in such a hurry. Let's calm down first, my dear' Traveler, you sit first, and when the time comes, I will naturally hold a party."

While speaking, this Mr. Rever gestured gracefully, and let Fren know where he should be sitting with a command that seemed to have a rhythm.

Fren obediently followed the command of what seemed to be the best conductor of the party right now, and sat down at a table with a scattered one or two people.

This room looks as if it has a large living room and a large dance floor. There are dozens of tables in the whole room, which are carefully carved from the most precious fallen trees. If you look closely, you will see I found that the patterns on these tables were not imagined. There was still a huge space in the center of the house, but it was not as big as the big dance floor, but there were many tables around the original big dance floor.

In Trierchamp, the clansmen who still obey the family are not so many that they can fill the entire room. On the contrary, although there are quite a few Abrahams on the scattered tables, under Fren's rough look, there are only about twenty people.

The door was facing the end of the dance floor, and Furen didn't want to be the object of everyone's attention, so he just walked past the edge of the dance floor.

Abrahams were sitting scattered at the front end of the dance floor, some people were communicating in low voices, some people were closing their eyes, and some people were dazed aimlessly.

There was no food and drinks that were common in gathering places on the table with falling trees, but an empty tabletop that was reflective enough. After Fren sat down, he touched the tabletop of the wooden table with his hand. The tabletop was quite smooth, as if it had been thrown away. Light.

Fren leaned on the thick chair behind him, his shoulders slumped weakly on the wide chair back, looked up at the sky, closed his eyes slightly, and just meditated there.

As time passed, Rever did not start the party immediately after the time was up, but waited for a few more minutes. After he was sure that no one would come, he got up and stood in front of the Abrahams. Under the light of the candle, the voice coughed three times from light to heavy.

After the attention of those Abrahams who were either meditating or talking was drawn, the host of the meeting spoke: "Abrahams, I am glad to see you coming. Because some of the tribes saw my previous letter, So they feel a little scared, worried that the exposure of one clan will lead to the destruction of all clan members."

The party convener paused for a while, then continued: "Yes, their worries are correct, I deliberately panicked when I was writing the letter, of course, at that time, the I was really panicked, half deliberately half naturally letting all the recipients see the true thoughts in their hearts."

After sighing, "I didn't expect some people to be so sensitive that they didn't even come to the party I convened. I brought not only bad luck, but also good things - for those who hope to be promoted, or admire the extraordinary. capable people."

"Yes, I intend to help you with some resources for free, and give those children who do not have Sequence 8, our future, a free copy of all promotion materials. For those who are looking for Sequence 7 materials, I will also give them You some extraordinary material that I have collected over the years."

As soon as these words came out, the originally quiet Abrahams in the underground seemed to explode. Some Abrahams who were close to each other were discussing in a low voice, while others were silently pondering.

At this moment, a somewhat naive voice sounded with some curiosity and indignation: "So, Mr. Rever, what happened to this person who made us so passive?"

Leif didn't answer when he heard the words, but closed his eyes in pain. The audience seemed to have been pressed the pause button for two or three seconds. The atmosphere in the room suddenly became quiet, and the dead atmosphere made the questioner instantly Become honest and quiet.

Facing the awkward atmosphere, Rever opened his eyes, his voice was no longer the calm gesture that seemed to have nothing to do with him, but with a trace of pain and regret, and said, "Actually, the name I mentioned in the letter. Abraham did not escape, and the information we know now is that it is not the Church of the Orthodox God, but the Gnostic Society, and Tamara among them found our trail and killed and channeled our people."

"And that clan is my son, Vasek Abraham."