Dawn of the Grey Tower

Unlike most evil gods, when Kraft or Jung entered the Frogwalker sect, he did not see the hideous animal bones, the green candles, and the paintings with unknown liquids. Large symbol.

The people in the sect did not wear long robes that covered all their skin. In fact, they politely hung those sacrificial robes on the hanger at the entrance of the room, revealing the ordinary clothes inside. Rather than saying that this is a cult base, from the warm decoration style, it seems to be closer to some relaxing resort facilities. This contrast made the well-informed Jung stunned.

"What's the matter, brother? Don't be so nervous, the masters will have to come later. We know that you have fasted a long time for today, so everyone is going to meditate and wait with you. We will prepare for you after you meet the Holy One. The banquet will also begin. Although it’s not as joyful as meeting the saints, I think I can look forward to it. Old Sean took out the fine wine from his collection." A cult who seemed to be familiar with Kraft took pictures. He patted him on the shoulder and squeezed his eyes toward the wine cabinet beside him. It doesn't look like a cult gathering at all, it looks like a few old friends are preparing for a cocktail party.

Fortunately, Jung, who has already acquired most of the memory and personality of the owner through blood sucking, did not reveal his inner surprise. He smiled and nodded. The Kraft in the memory has always treated Kraft in this more subtle way. People in the sect, since his wife and daughter were killed, he has consciously or unconsciously distanced himself from others. Only when facing the teachers in the mouth of the believers will they open their hearts.

The people who came to talk to him were not surprised by this reaction. Instead, they continued to talk about trivial matters between the believers and took Jung to the so-called retreat room. Compared with the cozy lobby, the retreat room is a different look. Specimens made of animal heads, exquisite handicrafts, and the smell of tobacco in the air. This is a quiet room opened in the conventional sense to distinguish the complexities of the world. On the contrary, it is simply the ideal state of desire.

Several loosely-dressed men were already waiting in the room. When they saw Jung they came in, they greeted everyone, and then sat on the ground, forming a circle on the floor in sequence.

"Although the masters said to fast, they did not say to quit smoking, so, come one?" A rolled black strip with the thickness of a finger was brought to Jung's hand. The speaker was staying indoors. The male believer of, he was holding a similar object in his mouth. The only difference was that as he breathed, one of the strips was emitting white smoke and a slight red light. It seems that most of the tobacco smell in the air comes from this. Jung knew of this kind of cigarettes, and knew that its production process was much more complicated than simple tobacco, and its taste was much richer. So he refused without hesitation.

"No, I remember you told me that the leaves in this cigarette were soaked in rum. I don't want to make any mistakes in the waiting ceremony." Reasonable answer. The person who handed the cigarette nodded and said nothing.

When the new arrivals took their seats in turn, this room finally smelled of retreat, even though it was more like a game of patience that a few men were playing. For this, Jung has already noticed that since he entered the church, he has seen all men.

But the information clearly stated that the Frogwalker Church is a comprehensive group of men and women, and the memory from Kraft clearly remembers that there are many people in the church who need to be called by her. So where did all those women go? In addition, the decoration of this retreat room is too, it seems a bit too much to match the hobby of men, which is not quite right.

But in other words, it makes people happy that everyone around me is so easy to pass on. After all, reading memory is not that simple. People will remember deeply. The memory that produces the picture is only a few times in a lifetime. Most of the memories are stored like conditioned reflexes, and only when they are exposed to specific information. Will jump out.

This is why Jung can naturally follow up when the people sitting together begin to sing the strange ballad silently. This ballad that helps the believers quickly enter a state of deep thought has formed a certain in his memory. Kind of stereotypes.

Time passed in the recitation. Although this ballad didn't sound distinctive, the syllables and melody happened to be tied to the breath rhythm, leading the state of people to peace and peace. If it is an ordinary person who comes to chant, it is still profitable.

It just doesn't make any sense to the blood race who has been alive for many years and no longer needs to breathe. Therefore, Jung was not surprised when footsteps heard outside the door. The door was opened gently, and one step stood at the door. He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to wake up the believers without harming them.

"Boom!" The clear metal sound stopped the chanting, and the people sitting in a circle opened their eyes. Jung's position happened to be able to see the door, so he saw the man who interrupted the retreat as soon as he opened his eyes. It was a man, a man with a strange appearance. His face is large, mainly because his cheeks and chin are obviously raised compared to normal people. In contrast, his frontal bones are very low, and his two eyes protruding from the eye sockets make people worry about whether they will fall out. His nasal bones are short and thick, allowing the nostrils to be seen from the front, and the two nostrils are not round, but instead open and close rhythmically like two mouths with breathing.

Is it a mixture of man and frog? This is the conclusion Jung thought of immediately after seeing it at first sight. He slowly got up and walked towards the weird-looking man in complex robes. The man showed a smile-like expression, his mouth did not open, but his voice came from his swollen and contracted throat, "Brother Kraft, it's your time. Come with me, and the messenger will soon be here. "

So in the envious eyes of others, the vampire followed behind the half-frogman and walked along the corridor to the depths of the building. The closer they are to the interior of the building, the heavier the moisture in the surrounding air. The moist environment has caused moss and mushrooms to grow on the wooden walls on both sides, and insects can be seen in some semi-rotted places.

The corridor gradually slopes downwards, and the narrow spaces on both sides are no longer illuminated by firelight~www.readwn.com~ replaced by some kind of luminous moss. Some coral-like things protruded from under the wooden corridor, covered with shellfish and snail shells, and gradually there was a layer of thin sand on the ground under the feet.

Jung hesitated in his steps, not because he was afraid of the changes around him, but because the water seeping from the sand under his feet made him uncomfortable. Vampires don't like running water. Although the water in the sand is not living water, they still retain a certain vitality. And this hesitation obviously didn't escape the half-frogman's attention.

"Don't worry, this is the corridor to the room where the messenger descends, and it is also the channel connecting the duny world and the holy world. The changes in this are all part of the transformation." The voice of the leader came from the front, but it was blurred than before. Some, it seems to be separated by something.

The two of them walked a short time later, after a thin layer of water was already in the corridor, they finally came to a stone room, and the cold air escaped along the door. The half-frogman priest stretched out his palm, his fingertips had small suction cups, and his fingers were connected by a layer of flesh. With the help of the fingertip suction cup, the stone door without a handle was slid to one side, exposing the space inside.

"Please, the messenger will come soon."

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