Whispering Verse

The fortune teller with short brown hair also glanced at the two people in the shadow, and was taken aback for a moment, but did not walk into the grass. Miss Louisa's dress is relatively simple, but Miss Anat's long dress cannot be caught by the grass:

"The champagne you want."

She smiled and said to Miss Louisa, and then looked at Xia De as if looking at some rare animal:

"Detective Hamilton? Good evening, you were mentioned in the doctor's letter. It turns out that the doctor has really found a new talent. Did he overdraw his luck with some rare [relic]?"

Several people's evaluations of Dr. Schneider were surprisingly unanimous.

After greeting each other, Xia De briefly explained what happened tonight again. The fortune teller Miss Anat was not as surprised as Miss Louisa:

"If that's the case, I actually have something to say."

She seemed a little too calm.

"What else is there?"

Miss Louisa asked hesitantly.

"Actually, I shouldn't have said it. This is the information of the Prophet Association. According to the regulations, it cannot be told to others, but everyone is here, and I can't put you in danger... That's it, don't you I don’t want to know, is the reason why Mrs. La Soya attended the banquet that the detective said? Could it be that she was really deeply affected by the relic ring, just to accompany his lover here?”

Miss Anat's index finger lightly tapped the glass goblet held between her thumb and slender middle finger.

"What is that for?"

Xia De already had a bad premonition, and under this inexplicable luck, if there were no major events of considerable importance, then he would be too sorry for this wonderful night.

"If you want to use the sage-level (level 2) relic [God's Gift Box] to synthesize the angel-level (level 1) relic [Mercury's Blood], you need stronger materials as a support. La Soya participated in the banquet just for it One of them. [Blood of Mercury] plans to call the evil **** [Lord of the Blood Feast] in the mansion of Lake View Manor, they need the power bestowed by the evil god."

"The Lord of the Blood Feast?"

Miss Louisa was surprised.

"Cthulhu? Arrival?"

Xia De didn't even know what expression to make.

On the night when the professors arrived at home, he heard about the name of this evil god, and knew about the cooperation between the cultists and [Blood of Mercury]. It's just that he didn't expect that the blood of mercury would really call him, and it was tonight.

Miss Luvia remained calm, she seemed to think that the status quo was still under control:

"I just found out that when I went to serve champagne, the association sent me information, telling me to leave here as soon as possible. But don't worry, the ceremony of calling the evil **** will not take effect until eleven o'clock, and the Orthodox Church may also get I got the news, there should be warlocks with ten rings and above arriving soon."

Xia De took out his pocket watch:

"It's ten-twenty tonight."

"Dorothy, I will enter the mansion with you and bring out Priest Augustus and the doctor. Detective, you stay here. You may attract suspicion if you leave rashly, but don't go near the mansion. According to intelligence, the cultists mainly go to The members of [Blood of Mercury] who entangled the Orthodox Church's ring warlock team and came to carry out the plan, besides the 'Silver Light' Lasold you mentioned, there is also a very high-ranking man called 'Heart Collector'. High ring magician, be careful."

The short-haired, brown-haired fortune-teller raised her slender, fair neck, drank the champagne in her hands with red lips, and then with a prick, tore the hem and petticoat of her dress, turning this expensive dress into a A regular skirt for easy movement. Miss Louisa also nodded, raised her hands to tie her well-manicured long blond hair behind her head, and then vigorously stepped off the heels of her high-heeled shoes.

Miss Louisa turned her head to look at Xia De:

"Detective, remember, do not under any circumstances come near the mansion tonight. If we are all dead, it is your responsibility to inform the Academy of the situation."

"Is there such a possibility?"

He was slightly worried.

"It's a common thing to always consider all possibilities, and we have to save the doctor and the priest. Detective Hamilton..."

The short-haired brown-haired fortune teller Luvia Anat stared at Shad, and Shad noticed that the lady's eyes were actually light purple. The beauty of that purple color is astonishing, and there is an illusion that people seem to be deeply immersed in it. Although purple eye color can occur naturally, it is extremely rare (Note):

"I am a fortune-teller. Fate is giving me revelations, and another me is also warning me. I have seen an abnormal trajectory of fate in you. Something big must happen tonight. Please be careful."

Just like that, Xia De watched the two ladies leave in a hurry. This kind of feeling like sending a woman to the battlefield, but I can't do anything, is really uncomfortable.

"I'm still too weak to do anything."

Looking at their beautiful backs, Xia De couldn't help but think in his heart. But before the female voice in his heart expressed his opinion, he remembered that he forgot to say that there was an element of [blasphemy] related to evil gods near the grape trellis.

"Could it be that there is a node of the ceremony?"

According to the records in the history textbooks, the ring magician system was formed in the middle and late stages of the Fifth Era. Unlike the thaumaturgy and spells that only exist in the contemporary ring magician system, "ritual" is a mystical content that has existed since ancient times, and can play a role in both past and modern power systems.

It's just that in the Sixth Epoch, due to the convenience of thaumaturgy and incantations, ritual science gradually declined, and only a small number of people were still studying it. But this does not mean that ceremonies are useless. Although ceremonies need to be prepared in advance, generally speaking, the consumables are huge and harsh conditions need to be met, but the role of large-scale ceremonies is usually irreplaceable.

For example, calling the evil gods to descend, any thaumaturgy and incantations cannot do it, which requires rituals. And since it is a large-scale ceremony, it will definitely not only exist on one table or in one room.

If the information from the Prophet Association is correct and [Blood of Mercury] is really so crazy, then the scale of the ceremony of calling the evil **** is entirely possible to cover a small area from the lake view manor house to the garden.

"Perhaps I can try to disrupt the ritual arrangement in the garden."

Xia De found the key point at once, and thought that he might be able to play some role, UU reading www.uukanshu. com and be happy without risking it. He has already seen a relatively friendly old **** in the past time and space, and he doesn't want to see the evil **** in the current time and space.

When he returned to the grape trellis, the young poet at the stone table had already left. Now there is only a middle-aged man in a fashionable wine red formal suit, sitting at the table and flipping through a small book in his hand.

Xia De walked over, trying to find some excuses to let the middle-aged man leave, so that he could find a way to destroy the ceremony. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man actually put down the book, looked at him with a smile, and spoke first:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

It's not Tobesk's accent, it's not native.

"Wait for me? Sorry, sir, do we know each other?"

Xia De said in surprise, he was still some distance away from the stone table under the grape arbor, but he had already stopped:

"Is it a Ring Warlock?"

Asked in my heart, the woman's voice also gave an answer:

[Yes, the level is quite high. 】

The heart seemed to stop beating for a moment, but there was no panic on Xia De's face:

"I think you must have mistaken the person."

As he said that, he wanted to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the man, with the same smiling expression on his face, but Xia De felt the danger of his scalp going numb, as if he was facing a shotgun that was about to be fired.

The other party's malice is no longer concealed:

"No, I'm not looking for the wrong person, it's you. Although I don't know your name, your identity, your occupation, or your address, I am indeed looking for you... .”

He pulled up the sleeve of his left hand, showing off his black, charred left arm:

"Have you run out of good luck I gave you? The gift of fate, now I have to collect the reward!"