Red Moon Returns

Hire a carriage? nonexistent.

The Valente family's handmade luxury carriage is the basic configuration.

Looking at the carriage, Lynch thought of how he felt embarrassed many times for riding in the Valente family's carriage, and even felt ashamed of the formal suit given by the countess. Even if I, Lynch Levy, die in poverty without clothes, I can't take advantage of women by eating soft food.

How long has it been since then? How can I feel confident now? It’s really strange.

The man driving the car was Mr. Louis, the butler with white hair and beard. The old man in his eighties was still so energetic. I wonder if it was an illusion. Since Lynch was knighted, the old man's attitude towards him has become even more terrifying. From time to time, he showed a look to guard against thieves.

In the past, I was just vigilant, but now I have become strictly defensive. Why have I increased the risk?

Forget it, I’m not as experienced as an old man.

Along the Eagle Avenue all the way east, passing through the valley area and the mill area where every inch of land is precious, you can see the Black Forest area, another suburb of the Rhine City.

This area used to be a dense virgin forest, but it has been being developed and cut down in the past few hundred years. The wood has been continuously transported to the industrial area to support production, which has reduced the scope of the forest a lot. The periphery has been gradually eroded by the city, but fortunately the interior is still intact. With its original appearance.

This place is inaccessible all year round, with only logging and transportation workers operating on the outskirts of the forest. The secret method tower is located in this inaccessible suburb, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and quietly studying the forgotten secret methods.

The long drive of more than an hour made the three of them drowsy, but when the carriage stopped, the three of them had already slept for several times. After waking up, Lynch inexplicably found that there were a lot of weight on his shoulders and legs. There was a faint smell of perfume, but the smell was different. I don’t know how it appeared. Looking around at the two ladies who were looking around as if nothing had happened, Lynch bravely swallowed the question.

Yes, sometimes giving up is also a kind of courage, especially when life safety is threatened.

Anyway, the three of them jumped out of the car with red faces and admired the tower in front of them.

The thirty or forty-meter-high tower was not too tall from the perspective of the previous life. It was not even as high as the Tower of Justice in the Hall of Order. The problem was that the tower went straight up and down, and the top looked like an inverted umbrella. The water supply tower in the previous life was already an architectural miracle in the steam age.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the tower, they saw Mr. Gurman, the president of the Mystery Research Society, the seventh-level soul changer, and the great mystic mage, standing at the door. He immediately greeted the three of them in person.

Lin Qi felt a little proud in his heart. This kind of respect in daily actions was the intangible reward for what he usually did, making him feel that everything was worth it. But of course he wouldn't show this, he just bowed indifferently.

President Gurman is about sixty years old. His long beard has turned gray. He is wearing a purple robe and a pointed round hat. He is thin and has an elegant manner and a bookish face. He looks like a frail scholar.

But when he thought about his seventh-level status, and then thought about how the senior Ole Chairman that night could kill a sixth-level strong man from a distance with just one sentence, Lynch immediately shook his head and crossed out the word "weak" in his mind. Lose.

"Welcome, you are very punctual." President Gurman showed no airs at all, stroking his beard with a smile on his face, "It will take a while for everyone to come, so come with me first."

Lynch knew that Gurman was not alone today, but when he saw Gurman's image, he suddenly had a bad feeling, "There won't be a bunch of occultists waiting for us."

"How is that possible? Sir, you are overthinking." Gurman said, "There are also ancient book experts, history experts, language experts, folklore experts, archeology experts, cultural relic experts..."

"I still have something to do at home, so I'll go back first."

Each of these professions sounds more dangerous than the last. Lynch feels that if these people get together, they can attract the evil god without even doing anything.

There may be more than one.

"Hahaha, everyone is well protected, it doesn't matter." Gurman was obviously in a good mood and grabbed Lynch who was about to run away, "Don't worry even if the evil god comes, we can all escape on our own. "

"Just leave us behind, right? I'd better go back."

While joking, Gurman enthusiastically welcomed the three of them into the tower. A cool feeling hit their faces, and the July heat was instantly swept away.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a sculpture of a man. According to Gurman's introduction, this man's name was Nicholas, the founder of the Rand Arcana Research Society. He was the first non-soul-shifter to become a mystic against the mysterious evil in the dawn of the Fourth Age. A pioneer, he discovered many secret techniques left over from ancient times throughout his life, until he finally went crazy.

The final ending, he said, was unusually peaceful, which made Lynch feel a little sad.

The atmosphere inside the tower is a bit like a library in a previous life, with the smell of paper and ink wafting in the air, and the marble floor being shiny. The empty hall was quiet and solemn, with only the sound of the soles of the three people tapping the ground echoing, making them involuntarily slow down their steps.

Occasionally, people would pass by, each of them walking in a hurry and looking intently, as if they were in a hurry.

"Life is limited, but the exploration of the unknown is infinite. Everyone's life is precious, and no one wants to waste time on irrelevant things." Gurman explained while calling a passing member , after explaining a few words, the members hurriedly left. President Gurman then turned around and said, "Just in time for everyone to arrive, I will take you to see... Well, I would like to ask you, Are you familiar with a tribe named Yis?"

"Huh?" The three looked at each other and shook their heads, "Never heard of it."

"That's strange." President Gurman frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you know Hector?"

"Who is that?"

"The Archbishop of the Church of Fortune, an unkind miser."

"I don't know him. Among the four churches, only the one in the Church of Fortune I don't know. Maybe I'm not interested in things like wealth." Lynch sighed, "I... um? Wait, Archbishop of Fortune? A tribe?"

Lynch suddenly remembered that just a few days ago, he was still thinking about how to use the situation to put pressure on the Archbishop of Fortune to let him reveal the information of his mysterious tribe to himself, but later he got the information from the strange object that they would take the initiative to find him, so he didn't take action.

So Yis is the name of this tribe? They... took the initiative to find him?

"I'm familiar with that miser. He said he needed to arrange a meeting between you and the tribal representative, but he didn't know you and it was inconvenient for him to come directly. He heard that you would come here for academic exchanges today, so he brought the other party here directly." Gurman explained, "If you don't mind, I'll arrange a meeting for you while there is still time."

An unexpected gain, Lynch muttered and exchanged glances with the two ladies, nodded and agreed, and followed President Gurman into a small reception room next to the hall. The member just now had already arrived with two people.

The moment he saw the two people, Lynch felt his scalp tingling, creepy, and his eyebrows were tingling.

Behind one of them, Lynch saw a strange shadow again.