Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Prince Grove walked out of the interrogation room, and Admiral Hein quickly followed.

"Do you think..."

"Well... I suspect that these people are not a cult at all. They may be spies of the Fenepot military."

"So that's the case, then we..."

Prince Grove glanced back at Admiral Hein and said inexplicably:

"What do you plan to do with the part that Qonas was originally responsible for?"

Admiral Hein hesitated for a while, then tentatively asked, "What are your arrangements?"

"Hein, you've been a demigod for many years, haven't you thought about going further?"

"I... I'm afraid I can't bear the power of the potion anymore." Admiral Hein, who was well-maintained, deliberately showed a bitter smile.

"The Castilla family seems to have gotten vague information from some source. They have used spies who have been hiding for many years to investigate this matter. As for the spies, you have to take responsibility and catch them all as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness, I will do my best."

After Prince Grove's figure completely disappeared, Admiral Hein returned to the interrogation room just now, sat down next to the table with coffee and newspapers, put his right hand on the table, and tapped the table with his index finger.

Promotion? Hehe, what does promotion do? What are the benefits of being promoted? Promoted to be king?

Let me do it myself, hum, Qonas died under your protection, what's the use of me?

Who should be arranged to replace Qonas? You need to find someone who is self-motivated, loyal to the royal family, and not inferior in ability, at least Sequence Five, alas, Qonas is better.

As for the sealed items, they have to be re-equipped, at least at the demigod level.

Alas, since Qonas died, I've been so worried about my hair loss recently.

After thinking for a long time, Admiral Hein came to Radmilo and asked with a smile:

"Where do you live in Backlund?"

"148 Burningham Road, Hillston."

"Okay, congratulations, you can go back."

"Go back?" Radmilo raised his head in surprise and stared at Admiral Hein.

"Yes, sign a contract and you will be our MI9 informant."

Admiral Hein showed an encouraging smile and added in a friendly tone, "Three years, you can't leave Backlund, and carry the positioning items with you."

"What about three years later?" Radmilo blurted out.

"Well... Then, let's renegotiate the terms." If, then, you can still stand in front of me and speak.

……

On the south bank of the Tussock River in the northwestern suburb of Backlund, in front of a towering mountain wall.

Bernadette, still wearing a long brown dress, black soft hat and fine tulle, stood in front of the mountain wall. Those who were driven here and disappeared through the door of light did not leave a trace of where they ended up.

Bernadette was surrounded by stars, she walked in the air and approached the mountain wall to investigate carefully. At her feet, there was a long bridge shining with stars, which looked extraordinarily illusory and unreal in the bright sunlight.

Wang Zichuan wandered around boredly and found a litter of wild rabbits. He chased them for a while, and even wanted to forbid them from eating grass.

Of course he knew what was behind the mountain wall or underground, but he didn't want to tell Bernadette directly.

There are many reasons for this. George III wants to become a god. This is not something Bernadette can stop alone. She also cannot stop the war sweeping the entire Northern Continent. She can try to stop the desperate nightingale spreading the plague, but Wang Zichuan feels that the connection between this incident and the information in the spiritual world is not clear and strong enough, and it may not be able to help Bernadette stabilize her will during the promotion process. .

The fate of this world seems to have a script already, and none of the angels and below can intervene. Only a few existences can decide the plot or modify the script.

This may sound hopeless, but this is the rule of the world.

Therefore, Wang Zichuan did not go to Tingen, nor did he go to save Dunn.

That is the driving force for Mr. Fool's growth. He has not experienced unforgettable catastrophe, and is not enough to support a gentle and kind person who strives to rise up and face the chaos, distortion and despair at the bottom of the world.

The most important thing is... who is so willing to provoke that woman Amanissis, disrupt her rhythm, and be watched mercilessly by her, tsk tsk, Tianzun is the first and the second.

Of course, don't talk so much, Bernadette doesn't deal with me, why should I tell her, if she knows everything, the house girl will just wait for the nightingale at home, where can I find a thug to have **** with me.

Life is always interesting only with a little suspense.

Bernadette returned to the open space before, her azure blue eyes became deep and distant, as if looking at an unknown place through the void.

Suddenly, a light and vague voice spit out from Bernadette's mouth:

"Bloody sacrifices, evil altars, spreading diseases, chaos that cannot be seen directly."

After a while, her eyes returned to focus.

She carefully tasted the prophecy she just made, and contacted the information she had already obtained. She was almost certain that this high-level disaster should be the arrival of some or even some evil gods.

According to the disease, it can be speculated that the greatest possibility is the primordial witch.

But what does the unseen chaos represent?

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Hillston District, 22 New Year's Road.

Arndt happily came to the small building where Lydosia was temporarily staying~www.NovelMTL.com~ He brought a gift for Lydosia today, a hand-made exquisite and gorgeous long dress.

He didn't let the valet follow him, he pushed the door and entered directly.

The scene in the living room came into view, the scattered items, the wreckage of various pieces of broken furniture, and the open door of the living room.

Arndt's pupils shrank suddenly, and panic, fear, and worry rose in his heart. He rushed to the second floor like a madman, shouting "Lidocia", and hurriedly opened the doors of all the rooms, looking for his lover one by one .

After a while, he walked down the stairs in despair, walked down the last flight of stairs, looked at the messy living room, and suddenly sat down on the steps regardless of etiquette.

His expression was miserable and his eyes were red. Although he tried his best to endure it, tears still flowed out.

He cried silently for a while, his face became more and more painful, and then remorse came, biting his heart, and the feeling of powerlessness caused him to rise up with anger and boundless hatred.

"Father!"

Arndt gritted his teeth and spit out a word with difficulty.

His face became more and more distorted, hatred was burning, malice poured out from the bottom of his heart, and the whole person was like a devil crawling out of the abyss.

He stood up and, according to his memory, rummaged through the various extraordinary items and materials that Lydocia had mentioned.

Lydosia's voice seemed to float in her ears, cheerful, gentle, and full of love.

"I studied a ritual magic and successfully got the Lord's response. I got a dagger with the Lord's power. It can trigger the degeneration of ordinary people's hearts, magnify dark thoughts, and finally mutate into bloodthirsty humanoid monsters."

"A container made of gold can temporarily block the penetration of the power of the Lord."

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