The Crowned God [West Fantasy]

Roger ignored the strange man, walked seven or eight hundred meters along the street, turned three turns in a row, and walked into a small alley with stone pavement.

There was no one around at the moment, Sobica took off his hood and took a deep breath of fresh air, "Sevier's alley is still the same as before, it looks like a maze, when will it be properly repaired."

"There is no government here, who is willing to pay the money." Roger sarcastically said.

"Tsk, isn't there a church..."

The two chatted all the way, passed four or five forks, and came to a brick wall plastered with whitewash. Sobica knocked on the wall with his crutches and yelled: "Fajila, old lady, I'm here to find you." is you."

The brick wall gradually shook, revealing a big face of an old woman with heavy makeup. Roger frowned, and a retching feeling came to his throat.

"Oh oh oh~ Xiao Luoluo, why are you here too~"

The giant face raised eyebrows at him, the eyelids were covered with a thick layer of purple eyeshadow, as thick as fifty layers, and a lot of powder would fall off every time he blinked, so Figira walked away Wherever she goes, there will be purple dust floating, not to mention that she mixes and uses dozens of colors of lipstick in a day, and her plump lips are as if smeared with lard, turning black and purple translucently.

"I spent eight hours putting on makeup today just to wait for you to come!" Figira pursed her red lips and said enthusiastically.

Roger frowned: "Even if we don't come, you still have to spend eight hours putting on makeup."

"Little Roger is still indifferent. It's really sad." Figira performed a witchcraft, making the giant face disappear, and the brick wall also disappeared.

What was then displayed in front of them was an extremely busy studio, with more than [-] women in robes walking back and forth between the tables. When they were too busy, they would recite a few spells, and the pens on the table would float up by themselves. After signing the document, stamp it and float over to leave a seal, then it can be sent to the customer.

Figira also turned into a normal old lady, she held an expensive silver cane with both hands, and muttered: "I have already told you that our translation hall has a gate, here— —”

She pointed to the brightly lit other end of the hall with her crutches, "Don't leave the door, don't bother me, an old man, I'm very busy with makeup every day, so I don't have time to open the back door for you."

Sobika emphasized: "I've said it all, the files that need to be cracked this time are very important!"

Figira didn't seem to hear what the little bean said, turned around and dragged her bright yellow fur coat and walked upstairs. She was wearing small green leather shoes and a magenta shirt inside. The gray hair trembled wildly, and the whole walk was like a rainbow.

She raised her hand to support the pearl hairpin that was about to fall, and then babbled, "There are not many women with taste like me these days. Look at the little girl now. I clearly said that I am going to work." You can wear it casually at any time, but if you have to wear a robe, what's so good about this kind of old-fashioned robe, don't you think?"

"..." Sobika's footsteps froze.

Figira raised her head, glanced at her earth-gray cloak in disgust, her brows were about to knit together, and just as a sharp voice was about to blurt out, Roger stepped forward, his tall body lying in front of Sobika .

"Stop talking nonsense and lead the way!"

There was a gloomy murderous look in the air, and Figira obediently closed his mouth, led the two up to the second floor, and pushed open a large wooden door in the center.

This bright room is Figira's private office. At this time, a woman in red was wiping a vase in the room. When she saw someone coming, she lowered her head intentionally, turned around and made a pot of black tea. On the coffee table.

Walking into the office, Figira also entered the working state, and asked solemnly: "Did I encounter some ancient text this time, or some encrypted file that I need to decipher by myself?"

"It's just a text carved on stone." Roger pulled out a rolled-up kraft paper from his pocket, "but it doesn't belong to any ancient text we've ever seen."

Figira was surprised: "Oh? Where did you find it?"

Roger closed his eyes, and Sobika continued the conversation: "It's a ruin about wizards. This text is engraved on the top of the stone tablet in the ruins. My family has never mentioned that wizards have another language, so Then I decided to come to the translation hall where witches gather to see if there are any clues."

"Hmm~ Some small groups of wizards used to create some scripts, which they proudly called their secret language, but they were soon eliminated by the Continental language..." Figira brought a ladder while talking Check out your own bookcase.

The woman in red in the room held the teapot and poured tea into the cup at a slow speed. The hood covered her face, making it impossible to see her face clearly.

"In any case, you have to check the information to confirm." Figira removed a pile of heavy books from the bookcase, then spread the kraft paper on the table, and began to compare the words on it.

The woman in red walked over with a cup of black tea, put the tea lightly in her hand, then turned around and continued to wipe the dust on the window sill. Roger stared at her back for a while, and was about to speak when he was suddenly pointed by Figira. The voice draws attention:

"It's a pity! It doesn't belong to the types recorded here, but judging from the drawing method of the characters, we should be able to deduce the meaning of the words based on similar written records."

Roger turned his head and asked, "How long will it take?"

"It can be as little as half a month, as much as decades, this kind of thing can't be sure~" Figira blinked, and the makeup powder spread all over the table again.

Sobika thought for a while, and frowned slightly: "That's it... But I don't have half my life to wait for your deciphering results, Roger, let's go."

Roger took the kraft paper from the table, shook off the powder on his face with disgust, turned around and kicked open the door of the room.

Figira hurriedly got up and chased after: "Don't leave, I can save time! Start with small things, and sleep less than 10 minutes every day!"

"Can't you cut off your makeup for two hours every day!" Roger was angry.

"...Xiao Luoluo, you are too heartless," Figira covered his chest in grief, "I am so sad that you actually made such excessive demands on me~"

Roger slammed his fist on the door panel, dragged Sobica down the stairs, and his impatient voice came from downstairs: "I told you not to come here!"

After the two left the translation hall, Figira closed the door that was smashed, turned around and looked at the woman in red with a serious expression, and sternly shouted in the room: "Copying without authorization The client's documents really don't pay attention to the rules of our translation agency!"

The woman's body froze slightly, and she slowly pulled out a piece of pale yellow paper from her sleeve. When she was just serving tea, she had brushed the kraft paper with her fingertips, and at that moment completed an inconspicuous witch. surgery.

Figira walked over on crutches step by step, her expression was extremely dignified, and every step was accompanied by the creaking of the floorboards. She stopped in front of the woman, stared at her in silence for a moment, and suddenly the crutches hit the floor heavily: "Do That's great!"

The woman seemed to have expected this a long time ago, bowed calmly, and handed the paper to Figira.

Figira confirmed that the content was correct, and laughed cheerfully: "This intern who just arrived is quite clever, what's your name?"

The woman took off her hood and smiled slightly: "Yuesemona."

After Luo Jie left the translation office, he still felt that the maid in the room just now looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was. Then they went to several translation offices, but no one could recognize this kind of writing.

But when it comes to the words engraved on the stone, some people think: "Speaking of which, the final prize of this year's gladiatorial competition seems to be a stone tablet with engraved words!"

The curator of another house also said: "I don't know what everyone is fighting for a stele. Some people say it's useless, but it also attracted a large group of people to participate. After all, the prize money is high."

The gladiatorial competition is a tradition with a long history in Seville. It is held every hundred years. There will be strange treasures as prizes in each competition, but the highest award this time is a stone monument.

The curator continued: "I can't remember exactly what kind of stele it is, it seems to be about a pentagram, and some kind of shadow..."

"The Book of Shadows?" Sobika asked.

"That's right, it's the broken pages of this book." The curator said affirmatively, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the organizer. This contest was funded by the slave owner Kiddy, and the richest person in Seville is It's his."

Who dares to take the Book of Shadows as a prize, this person does not know whether he is stupid or really brave. Roger raised the corners of his lips, as if he had already smelled the fragrance of blood.

In the two months before the competition, there were obviously more women in the city. They all wore robes and hoods, and they were all witches gathered from all over the world.

At the same time, anti-witch protests are also intensifying. There are also factions among witches. When they gather together, there is endless killing. Sometimes you will hear some inexplicable spell, and then lose an arm or leg in the explosion.

At such a moment of panic, the organizers of the gladiatorial competition actually chose the method of audition in the preliminary round, and distributed a thousand number plates made of special metal to the whole people. This metal is easy to sense with spiritual pressure, so it is easy Look for.During this one-month period, contestants are free to snatch number plates, whether it is stealing, robbing or killing people, but no one is allowed to leave the main city of Seville. At the end of the month, only those who have number plates can participate in the competition A round of qualifying rounds.

It was another bloodbath.

Yuesemona sighed softly, closed the door of the translation hall, and looked back at the big colorful sign on the wall that read "The library is closed for one month, dears, please don't go out alone" in Figira's handwriting.

Since the start of the competition, the Translation Hall had no business, and the witches did not dare to go out, so they had to gather in the Book Pavilion on the second floor to study the strange text that had never been recorded in the annals.

Figira proudly said that it's the right time for the gladiatorial competition to hold auditions. She doesn't need to pay a penny, and everyone volunteers to help her with research, which makes her a little shy.

"Haha, you have to be as smart as me in business!"

Yue Simona smiled slightly, nodded, and then opened the book in her hand.