One Punch Abbie

Joan of Arc was very calm. She looked into Abdullah's eyes and asked calmly:

"Now He should be bound by something, otherwise, he shouldn't use the oblique method of sending an invitation letter through a dream."

Abdullah closed his eyes, and it took him a while to open them.

"His power comes from the dream, so he cannot wake up from the dream."

"He can indirectly affect reality, but if he tries to directly affect reality, everything that belongs to him will dissipate like a dream."

After listening to Abdullah's words, Joan gently rubbed her forehead.

"Related to the description of 'Ritual Wooden Coffin', His current state should be caused by using the ritual wooden coffin to make a wish."

"Then, why did He let us leave here and look for the 'treasure' in the courtyard pointed to by the invitation letter?"

She asked the crux of the problem at hand.

"Can I see that invitation letter?"

Abdullah made such a request to Joan of Arc.

Joan of Arc hesitated for a moment, took out the invitation letter from her storage props, and handed it to Abdullah.

Abdullah opened the envelope, and there was only one sentence written on the elegant letter paper.

"The feast never ends, and the scarlet garden welcomes you all."

There is no signature on the letter paper of the invitation letter, but such words are written in elegant handwriting.

Abdullah looked at the invitation letter, and two lines of scarlet blood flowed out of his gray eyes.

"This invitation letter was issued by a half-superior person, and the place pointed to by this invitation letter is not under the influence of the owner of this land."

"your eyes……"

Abby asked with some concern.

"Nothing, I won't die until I complete my mission."

After saying this, she wiped away the scarlet blood from the corners of her eyes.

Joan of Arc on the side nodded, showing a dazed look.

"Is that so?"

While she was talking to herself, the system's prompt sounded.

"The side mission 'Dream Interpretation' has been completed, and you have obtained the detective selection lottery ticket*1."

"The side mission 'The End of the Banquet' has been triggered, please check the corresponding entry in the system panel."

Opening the task panel, after checking the requirements of the task, Abby frowned slightly, and found that this task was more and more tricky.

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I didn't have a pigeon when you all thought I could, and that's a kind of pigeon too.

It became a little more male, and evolved from a three-watched beast to a four-watched beast.

Tomorrow I will become a five-legged beast!

Chapter 24 The Black Goat Nun

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【End of the Feast】

Type: side quest

description:

The carriage is ready, surrounded by layers of guests, the host of the banquet is waiting for your arrival.

There are only two choices before you.

Break the curse and purify the last drop of sinful blood.

Or be swallowed by the curse and join this carnival with an eternity as the deadline.

Mission objective: Purify the curse (0/1)

Mission reward: 5 points, Scarlet Curse lottery ticket*1.

Remarks:

Can you find the true source of the curse?

There, there is a surprise I prepared for you.

I wish you a good time.

—Crawling Chaos

When she saw the writer of this note, Joan showed a tangled expression.

When she saw the signature "Crawling Chaos", she knew in her heart that no matter whether she attended the appointment or not, there would be quite troublesome things waiting for her.

"Hey, why isn't the writer of this note the main god?"

After reading the description of the mission, Abby curiously asked such a question.

In the past, all her quest notes were written by the "Official Account of Lord God Space" or "??".

This was the first time she saw a signature other than "??" and "Official Account of Lord God Space".

"Some powerful superiors can change the notes of the task. This situation is very rare, and only a few specific existences will do such a thing."

"According to my experience, since the remark is changed to 'Crawling Chaos', the difficulty of this mission will be increased by at least two weights, and the degree of physical and mental damage will be greatly increased."

Joan did her best to answer Abby's questions.

"Then, do you want to do this branch?"

Because of his lack of understanding of the crawling chaos, Abby fell into hesitation.

If they stay in the small town for more than three days, they will be embarrassed by their ancestors.

And if they choose to go to the banquet, they will face the malice from the "crawling chaos".

Extending the head is a knife, and shrinking the head is also a knife.

"My personal opinion is that we'd better use these three days of the world to find a relic from the deep sea era and end this mission directly."

Joan gave her opinion.

Abby thought for a while, and found that this was the safest way.

While they were discussing the next course of action, Abdullah stood where he was, without the slightest intention to intervene.

"Abdullah, is there any place in this town that sells antiques?"

Arbi asked.

She was wondering if she could be like the protagonist in an urban novel, bringing her companions and wantonly picking up leaks in the antique market.

"Yes, but if you want to find relics from the previous era, there should be no items that meet your requirements."

After saying this, she thought for a while and added: "I just went there a few hours ago, and I bought the tribute for you there."

Her meaning is very clear, she has already picked up all the leaks that can be picked up, and going there is just a waste of time.

Abby showed a disappointed look. After thinking for a while, she asked again: "Besides the place pointed to by this invitation letter, where else can I find the relics of the deep sea era?"

Abdullah was silent for a while.

"The ruins, if the time is only three days, there will be the most suitable choice."

After answering Abby's question, she lowered her eyelids and entered a state of closing her eyes and meditating.

Abby found that Abdullah's temperament and style were very unique, like a tool for responding to requests.

Maybe this is the so-called "tool man"?

After teasing the other party a little bit in his heart, Abby looked at the gradually darkening sky and said, "Should we rest for the night first, or go to the ruins overnight to try our luck?"

Abdullah didn't answer, but just stood behind Abi, showing the momentum of "Abigail's attitude is my attitude".

Joan hesitated for a moment before giving her own answer.

"Let's rest for one night first. Staying up late will affect the speed of sanity recovery and increase the probability of falling into madness in certain unexpected situations."

"I remember that there is a church in front, and we can choose to stay there for one night."

Abby felt that what Joan of Arc said was very reasonable, so the group of them came to the door of the church in the afterglow of the setting sun, and knocked on the door of the church.

"Squeak."

There was a rather hoarse sound when the luxurious but dilapidated door was opened.

The one who opened the door was a blond nun with a plump figure and a very obvious lust in her charming features.

Abby frowned slightly, she smelled a weird smell from this woman.

This smell is slightly similar to Isis's smell... Is it true that I entered a church instead of a brothel?

After listening to the request of Abi and others to stay overnight, she looked at Abi and his party from beginning to end with a disgusting gaze like the tongue of an idiot.

"According to my lord's instruction...wait a minute, miss, can you show me your belly?"

While looking at Abby and his group, she spoke in a tone full of desire until the moment she saw Abby.

From Abby's body, she felt a unique temptation, which was extremely sacred and extremely depraved, with a magic power that pointed directly to the essence.

When she said such words to her, Abby basically knew what kind of god was enshrined in this church.

Reluctantly, she lifted up her blouse a little, revealing a corner of the imprint on her lower abdomen.

This inevitably exposed a corner of the orthography on her leg.

The nun sitting behind the stage gasped. She didn't expect that the God's Choice described in the scriptures actually existed.

"Dear God's Chosen One, I'll arrange a room for you right away... Would you like to bless me later?"