Mystic Holy See

Aldrich's heart only fluctuated for a while, and then there was no turbulence. The drowsiness of his mind made him uncomfortable, so he chose to close the door and sit on the sofa instead of his eyes.

As long as he knew in his heart that this was an illusion, Aldridge would not have any fear.

Of those horror movies you watched in your previous life, which one didn't watch it with this mentality?

"You look a little uglier than Sadako at best, and you're far worse than the Texas Chainsaw Murderer..."

Aldridge muttered to himself, and after a while, the woman's harsh voice disappeared and her spirit returned to normal.

He opened his eyes, and the dark office in the evening was completely empty. He looked at the palm of his hand, and the mysterious pattern was floating in a dim light.

"Judging from the current situation, the impact of this curse is the mental hallucination just now."

As for whether there are other effects, Aldridge is not optimistic.

Of course, Aldridge did not underestimate this extraordinary influence.

This is very similar to the feeling of a small dark room. When you stay in a small dark room with complete darkness and no light, you will not feel very awkward at first, and even sleep will feel sweet.

But over time, the absence of sound and the absence of light is enough to drive a person crazy.

The same is true for the mental hallucinations he suffers now. After getting used to it at first, it's nothing, but as the number of times increases... Aldridge suspects that his 'spirit' will seriously decline.

It's around 7pm now, not too late.

Aldridge thought for a while, then walked out of the office and went to the west of the school. Even if he couldn't see the tutor, he could inquire about the location of the office first.

Fortunately, after arriving in the west, there are many students here, and it is not difficult to inquire about the location.

Aldrich followed the guidance of the students and came to a two-story building. On the wall next to the gate, he saw the sign of the 'Department of History and Archaeology Complex'.

The Department of History and the Department of Archaeology are not very popular departments. It is normal for shared buildings and limited resources.

The reason is very simple, too dangerous!

Almost everyone knows that there are many items, events, relics, etc. in the world that will be related to the gods, and if one is not careful, the gods will be angered, and they will die in the blink of an eye.

What Aldrich finds interesting is that he heard that in the eyes of low-level historical archaeologists, some extraordinary objects that are ordinary in the eyes of Beyonders are also masterpieces of gods, so they are very awe-inspiring.

The reverence brought by vision is the saddest, but this is the state the Church of God wants the public to maintain.

In the past, there were Extraordinary people who hyped the existence of Extraordinary in public, and used their extraordinary abilities to show off. A month later, the grass on the graves grew.

His extraordinary powers were advertised by the church as 'magic to deceive the public'.

So everyone believed it, or in other words, ordinary people simply didn't have the energy to care about things that had nothing to do with them.

They are busy living.

Aldridge looked up at the windows of the building, none of them were lit.

Sighing helplessly, Aldridge turned and left.

……

On Sunday night, the top of Firefly Volcano.

Taivalon came here alone, with enough Kinnar on him.

After Andy gave him the note, after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't give up even the slightest hope.

As long as there is a chance for him to climb higher, he can give anything he can give.

Money? Conscience? character?

Ah.

In order to be able to come here without suspicion today, he had to waste a lot of effort.

He came to the observation deck on the top of the mountain. A not-so-tall figure was waiting for him. The other side was facing the direction of the city, as if he was admiring the beautiful night.

"Here?" He turned around, and Shuangyue showed him as 'Andy'.

Taiwalon forced his composure with no expression on his face, holding back his heartbeat and said calmly, "I hope you didn't lie to me."

Sunderland shrugged and said relaxedly, "As long as you bring Kinnar, you will definitely get what you want tonight."

In fact, he was also very nervous inside - when Mr. Mentor handed him the transaction, he was always nervous.

Taiwalon took out two stacks of golden banknotes from the pocket of his clothes, which Sunderland could see clearly.

Sunderland showed an obvious smile on the corner of his mouth, sat on the edge of the observation deck, and said:

"I have two options for you here."

"First, the cultivation potion of Kentoban sawwing eagle rank 3."

"Second, release the secret contract and re-declare a new 'mystery'."

Taiwalon listened silently, but the first choice made his mind go crazy——

The other party actually has a recipe for rank 3!

Who is this 'Andy'?

In a trance, he didn't even hear the content of the second choice, only the meaning of the last few words.

"Wait a minute," Tai Vallon didn't lose his calm, he wasn't drunk, and he didn't even reveal a trace of his inner emotions on the surface, he said, "What does the second one mean?"

"Literally." Sunderland sat on the edge and shook his feet. "Release the secret contract with the Kentoban Sawwing Eagle and replace it with a 'mystery'."

It took a lot of effort for Tywalon to hold back the change in his facial expression, but there were still details that revealed his inner turmoil. Fortunately, the dim environment protected him.

His throat seemed to be blocked, and he asked slightly hoarsely, "Are you kidding me?"

"However, no."

Sunderland was not surprised by his rhetorical question at all, and he wouldn't have believed it if Mr. Mentor hadn't told him at the time.

Taiwalon was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "I choose the first one."

From his point of view, the potion of rank 3 is a safe choice, what to replace 'mystery' sounds very... unreal.

And the aristocracy is precisely the group that cherishes life the most, and he is no exception.

Sunderland said indifferently, "Okay."

After speaking ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, he took out a black-and-gold card from his pocket, and gestured for Taivalon to come and take it himself.

Taiwalon didn't move. He was completely alienated from this "talking" friend as a stranger, and said coldly, "How do I know if this potion formula is true or not?"

Sunderland laughed happily and said happily: "Of course you don't know, but the choice is yours, you are willing to trade and pay 3000 goldnar, this recipe is yours, if you refuse to trade, I can also be you Didn't come today."

Taiwalon added: "3000 goldnar, for a rank 3 potion formula, it's too expensive."

"You can choose not to trade." Sunderland was not nervous at all, but found it very interesting.

Taiwalon was silent again for a while, then suddenly said, "Aren't you afraid that I will do it?"

"Hahaha, how could you do it?" Sunderland laughed, his eyes strange: "Unless, you don't want the cultivation potion of rank 4."

Taiwalon's eyes widened, and he blurted out, "Do you have the recipe for rank 4?"

Sunderland didn't answer, her eyes became cold, and she grinned: "What's more, do you have the strength to do it?"

Taiwalon was stunned for a moment, only to feel a chill behind him, and turned his head to see a figure with a white mask sitting on the top of a tall tree under the moon, watching him quietly.

When and where was this guy?

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