Lord of the Mysteries

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Verdu subconsciously swallowed saliva, producing a kind of fear to hard to describe.

He didn’t know what he was afraid of, and there was no real danger, but a drop of liquid from an unknown source dropped from the height, causing his spine to chill and tighten his pores.

Maybe the environment here is too gloomy and dead, or maybe the identity and source of the liquid are unknown … Verdu moved cautiously out 2 steps and patiently observed.

In the next few minutes, no more abnormalities occurred, and no more liquid fell from the height.

This made Verdu reasonably suspect that there was only a flying bird passing by, with a sea fish or freshwater fish in the island’s stream in his mouth, and a slightly viscous liquid fell on the surface of the fish.

He calmed down and checked the ruins of the Telegraph Bureau.

In the past ten minutes, Verdu initially confirmed that there are only blood stains and simple murals related to mysticism, which is worth studying.

Instead of recklessly picking up the bloody soil and developing bizarre murals, he took out a pure and dreamy crystal ball from his clothes pocket.

As an Astrology Divinator, of course, he must use the best means to confirm whether to take action.

With the left hand holding the crystal ball and the right hand touching the top, Verdue entered the state of “astrology divination”.

The next second, the crystal ball burst into bright rays of light.

boom!

It exploded directly, throwing the debris all around.

… Virdu’s eyes were frozen and he stood there, ignoring the pain caused by the debris being inserted into his body.

“It exploded … it exploded …” he murmured unacceptably.

The crystal ball fragments inserted into his body did not seem to break through the classical robe, and they all fell down at this time, without being stained with blood.

Of course, Verdu had a small amount of crystal ball debris left on his jaw and face, creating one small wound after another.

“Who?” Verdu suddenly woke up and turned to look at the other side.

In the ruins opposite, a silhouette came out, the girl in the pirate ship that was slightly exposed.

She was originally hidden very well, but was not discovered by Verdu, but the explosion of the crystal ball just scared her and caused her to react excessively and obviously, causing stealth to fail.

Verdu ’s injured face suddenly twisted:

“Why are you here?”

The girl raised her lips and made a gesture that she didn’t care about:

“This is Bansi Harbor, not your home. Why can’t I be here?

“I’m bored, get off the boat and take a walk, hoping to pick up some jewelry in the ruins, no problem?”

She asked 2 consecutive questions in a row, and did not mean to stay away from Verdu at all.

Verdu didn’t quarrel with her, took out the pre-prepared ointment and medical alcohol, dealt with the injuries of his face and jaw, and put all the crystal ball fragments pulled back into his clothing pocket.

He didn’t want to leave blood in such a weird place.

Then, Verdulla pulled a decoration on the classical robe.

It is a “gate” type pattern composed of 3 rubies, 3 emeralds and 3 diamonds.

Almost instantaneously, the robe tightened sharply, making Verdu’s flesh stand out in pieces.

As Verdur’s bones were about to break, his silhouette gradually faded and disappeared.

Then he teleportation to the seaside mountain peak outside Bansi Harbor.

The mountain has collapsed and it has become a ruin of stones pile.

As far as Verdu is aware, this was once the place where Bansi residents sacrificed “God of Weather”, and it was also the focus of the Church of the Storms.

——After the crystal ball used a self-explosion to remind him that the Bansi telegraph bureau had hidden an unknown danger, Verdur dared not continue to explore there, collecting mysticism materials, and could only forcibly transfer to the next scheduled location.

And this also made him get rid of the girl’s tracking.

As soon as Verde’s silhouette was highlighted, he bent down the back, where he gasped for breath, and finally felt like he was finally suffocating.

At the same time, Verdu only felt a tingle in the right rib position and seemed to have broken a bone.

After taking a few deep breaths in a row, he endured the pain and walked forward with a few steps with his forehead, reaching the altar marked on the map.

There is no doubt that the altar has been destroyed, leaving only a large glassy, ​​slightly blackened pothole, and scattered gravel of different shapes around it.

The gravel was more or less traces of fire and thunder.

Verdu. Abraham looked around and raised his right hand, raising his sleeve robe.

The sound of the humming sounded, and some of the small-sized gravel was “pushed” away from the spot, revealing the ground they blocked.

This is the “wind blowing technique” of the “Master of Magic Tricks”, and Verdu used it to replace his own manual labor, to maximize his own safety.

As the gravel “fly” away, Verdu saw the same dark ground, some of which had a small amount of legacy, very incomplete patterns, patterns and symbols.

Wū!

The wind grew fiercer and swelled in Verdu’s ears, making him look up at the sky with surprise.

His wind, which could only blow small gravel, somehow turned into a hurricane, and “pushed” him a little.

Virdu immediately saw a thick cloud accumulate in the sky, and it seemed that a rainstorm would come.

Although he had heard that Bansi was a “weather museum”, he never thought that the change would come so suddenly.

For a moment, Verdu wondered whether his “wind blowing” had caused rainstorm, or that the clean-up of the altar ruins had just inspired a change.

Such speculation made his forehead quickly sweat.

As the storm raged, Verdu saw a pile of rubble flying obliquely ahead, revealing a boulder buried beneath them.

The surface of the boulder was staggered with deep cracks, giving a feeling of cracking with just one touch.

At this time, the strong wind subsided a lot, and heavy rain was still brewing.

Verdu thought that he had come to Bansi Harbor. He could not be scared away, so he gathered courage and approached the boulder covered with charred cracks.

He then took out a magnifying glass with a strange pattern engraved on the handle, and carefully checked the condition of the boulder.

Minutes after July 7, Verdu put away the magnifying glass belonging to the magical item, sighed with regret and frustration.

He has initially confirmed that this boulder has no problems and does not involve mysticism.

Virdu just returned his gaze and was about to leave. Suddenly he saw a bright red at the place where the bottom of the boulder meets the soil.

The bright red gradually expanded, like blood gurgling.

However, it did not infest too much and was confined to a small area.

In the mind of Verdu, there were two traces of bloody silhouettes in the ruins of the Telegraph Bureau, and the scalp was irritated.

His lips dries quickly, intuitively thinking that this is not a good thing.

Swallowing saliva again, Verdu lifted his right hand and created a gust of wind again, which caused a lot of tiny rubble to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder and covering up the bright red.

He didn’t stay here anymore, forced to start teleportation again, and went to the last destination in the reservation.

At this time, one of his ribs was broken, so painful that he was about to faint.

Coupled with the suffocation caused by the compression of space, Verdu had a feeling of wandering on the edge of death.

It took him tens of seconds to slow down and turned his gaze forward.

It was also a ruin here, and the collapsed houses covered the overgrown ground.

According to a pirate who has explored the ruins of Bansi, here is an item worth studying:

It is a very ordinary wooden door, but it is the only thing in Bansi that is still intact.

The pirate did not find anything special from the wooden door, so he let his hand go down and lifted it, trying to move back to the ship.

However, they only took 2 steps, and suddenly fell down, dragging their spine with their heads, leaving the body, and rolled to the side.

This terrified the pirate. He dared not stay any longer and led the rest of the crew in a hurry.

Verdu didn’t completely believe the story told by the other party. Although he didn’t have much activity at sea, he also knew that Sailors loved boasting and always exaggerated only 2 to 30% of things to eleven-twelve points.

However, even if it was boasting, Verdue thought that the wooden door was worth studying.

After some searching, he found the goal:

The seemingly ordinary wooden door leaned against a collapsed wall with brass-colored keyholes and handles.

There are no dead bodies or bloodstains around it, which is consistent with most of the ruins.

Sure enough it was boasting, oh, maybe the pirate heard the story from other places. He and his men simply did not dare to try to move … Verdu looked around and suddenly opened the mouth and said:

“Who?

“Why do you want to monitor me?”

In fact, he did not find anyone around him, but based on previous experience and lessons, he used words and responses to defraud possible monitors.

The next second, in a shadow, came out a middle-aged man with a bulging belly.

He didn’t speak and silently moved away from this place.

Virdu secretly relaxed while rejoicing, hurrying and approached the wooden door.

According to the information he got, no matter which side the wooden door is pushed, it will not bring unusual changes, and there will be no danger of touching without trying to move it.

After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu retracted his hands into his sleeve robe, used the classical robe as a “glove”, and pulled down the wooden door.

The wooden door stood up, and the surrounding was quiet.

Verdue immediately pushed the wooden door like normal door opening, but still could not see the slightest change.

He tried many other methods, but none of them made the wooden door appear abnormal. It seemed that it was really just too good luck to save it under the Church of the Storms.

took a deep breath, Verdu tried to calm himself.

He thought about it and tried to open the door again.

However, unlike before, he took the handle and twisted it gently.

Hearing the crack of the metal colliding slightly, Verdue pushed forward, allowing the wooden door to slant backwards, leaning back against the broken and broken wall.

At this time, Verdue suddenly appeared a gray mist.

There is a faintly discernible street and a row of houses in the fog.

Outside one of the houses, wooden tokens are embedded, and it seems that there are several words in Ruen language written on it:

“Bansi Harbor Telegraph Bureau.”

As Verdu ’s pupils dilated, a soft voice came from the telegraph office shrouded in faint mist:

“Are you here to shoot, telegram?

“Please come in.”

PS: In the evening, there is the first change of the monthly pass in February ~