Orc Tyrant

The Iron Harrier gyroplane landed in a pool of bright lights, next to a gloomy behemoth-like building, which belonged to the western area of ​​Dunwich City Center.

"This is the library?"

Pegudor turned and looked at Renn beside him.

"Yes."

Renn smiled, but his emotions grew tighter.

"I said hello, and I hope they will see you."

"they?"

Ren led Pegged up the steps and towards the wide entrance between the tall pillars.

One by one ancient stone pillars rose from the ground, escaping into the deep darkness above their heads, and under their feet were floor tiles in black and white.

Peggedo noticed the artificially conditioned dry air.

He visited libraries throughout the Empire many times, all for learning and research.

But he has never been to any library at midnight. These places where knowledge is stored have another chilling atmosphere in the middle of the night.

Along the way, the emergency lights covered everything with a cold yellow light.

"The club has noticed you."

Ren said.

"To be honest, they have known you a long time ago. They mentioned you and thought you might be of great help... as a valuable ally."

"Do they pay you, Rennes?"

"Do not."

The Secret Officer answered immediately.

"It's not money, my remuneration is not in the form of funds."

"But you do get paid, what is it?"

"It's... all kinds of secrets."

"For example, **** someone with a word?"

"A Secret Officer shouldn't do that, but if the situation requires...Yes."

"Yes, you shouldn't do that."

Ren shook his head, as if Peggedo's words were not what he wanted. zh

"No, I mean, it's beyond my ability, far beyond my ability... That's a complete abuse of power. I don't have the corresponding self-control at all at present, besides, it shouldn't be a curse. Used to hurt people."

"Secret Curse... Do I remember this is black magic?"

Renn did not answer, and several attendants in ceremonial robes were waiting for them in silence.

Peguedor and Ren took off their boots and jackets, and asked the attendants to put on the visitor's clothes for them-soft creamy white robe with gloves and slippers.

The attendant then fastened the neckline and tucked their hair in a leather cap.

Ren took out two smoldering incense from his backpack and took the lead into the library. The attendant then opened a pair of tall screen doors for them.

The hall was empty.

There was no one beside the slender desks. Three hundred chandeliers were hung from the high ceiling through long brass-colored chains, and lined up in two rows extending from their front to the distance, illuminating the entire hall.

It's like walking into the belly of a giant whale.

The light of the chandelier hits the warm wooden tabletop, turning into soft and hazy highlights, and the shiny black cast iron bookshelves on the wall reflect crystal spots like water stains.

"Where are they?"

Peggedo asked curiously.

The reason why he came to this country across the sea is all because of the new agreement reached between the Citizen Temple and the Benedict Empire. In order to counter the large-scale invasion of Ouke, the Benedict Empire will send a large number of soldiers, officers and wizards with experience in confrontation. Come.

The price of the New California Republic is exponentially increased resources, and at the same time, it joins forces with the Benedict Empire to curb Occitan pirates in the barren sea.

Peggedo was the first group of wizard consultants to arrive, but before coming, he had communicated with the psionic agency of the Citizen’s Temple,

He was deeply surprised that the Civic Temple, the birthplace of the Kaimon Church, had conducted research on witchcraft a long time ago, and their research results were eye-catching, and it also made Peguedo to wizards, or It is psychic energy, and has a deeper understanding.

Because he was a veteran who participated in the fight against Ok in the Battle of Aswan, he was far more experienced than most wizards, so he was the first to be sent.

And Ren, is his guide.

But this man seemed a little mysterious. Peggedo felt a strong mental fluctuation from him. This was a powerful wizard, but he was not skilled, and his control of power was a little strange.

"They are everywhere."

Ren said with a natural expression.

"But I hope that several members who are active here can come here and meet us."

"So this is to recruit me?"

"No, but this may be the most special moment in your life, Mr. Peguto."

"I think... you are hiding something from me."

Peggedo glanced and found that several unhappy attendants were peeping through the decorative holes of the screen door, so he lowered his voice.

"I never remembered any secret associations in your organization? It sounds...like some kind of cult activity."

"No, we are the society. Those people you know, including the chief occultist, I think if I can bring you—"

Peggedo was shocked. He had seen the person named the Chief Mystery Master. He could only say that he didn't like the other party, and that person was very interested in his foresight ability.

"I don't like these at all, I don't like the way things are going."

"Just wait for me here, okay? Wait a minute and listen to what they have to say."

"If they don't report their names, I won't see anyone."

Ren handed him a roll of sheepskin, which looked very old.

"Sit down, look at this, I marked the relevant documents...I'll be back in a while."

Then he walked away quickly.

Pegged sighed and pulled out a chair from the desk.

He opened the sheepskin scroll and found a document called "Show Peggedo".

There was also a small mark pattern beside the document, which was the outline of a wooden crow. He knew that it was a magical instrument, so he held the mark and began to meditate.

In his mind, one image after another took shape.

At first they were fragmentary notes, apparently copied from some ancient classics in the Kingdom of Yellow Sands. Peggedo had seen similar things before, because he had reviewed and corrected a lot about the Yellow Sands over the years. Country’s textual information.

But this page of notes seems to come from several different sources.

"Ok?"

Suddenly, Peggedo opened his eyes and raised his head.

What did he hear.

Maybe a servant? But there is no one nearby.

He continued to read, trying to figure out the intention of the images in the artifacts. There seems to be no significant connection between the many phenomena and places listed in the ancient books.

Did he miss something? What did the Citizen Temple find?

Maybe it's just their own madness?

He raised his head again.

He could swear he heard footsteps, and a string of gentle footsteps approached him across the stone floor tiles of the library.

Maybe Renn is back.

But the reality is that there is no one.

Peguedor stood up, walked to the far end of the long table and walked back, then stopped and twisted his body abruptly.

He vaguely caught a figure flashing from behind the decorative hole of the screen door, a figure wearing a robe.