Part 6 The Light-Exporter Chapter 31 The Ancient City of Nos
Hearing the Archbishop’s command, Leonard was first stunned for a moment, and then he let out a sigh of relief in his heart:
”Mr. ‘Fool”s prophecy is really accurate ah ……
”No, it’s not a prophecy, k already has insight into all of this.”
Leonard quickly collected his thoughts and followed the process of having the Archbishop of St. Anthony give himself an official document before returning to the ground, taking two of his team members with him, and entering the Charnis Gate.
Waiting for the documents to be examined by the inner watchman, he made his way to the room where Emlyn White was being held, illuminated by a single silver candle carved with a floral pattern, and unlocked the heavy stone door with a brass-colored key.
A blue light invaded the cell, and “stung” Emlyn White so that he instinctively closed his eyes.
His face was much paler than before, and his body was much thinner, giving the impression that he would float in the wind.
Remembering Mr. “Fool’s” reply, Emlyn suddenly gained a sense of confidence in his current situation, and without bothering to open his eyes, he slowly stood up and laughed:
”I knew you guys would take the initiative to send me out.”
Would you be disappointed if I said it was just a routine check? Leonard ventriloquized, responding with little expression:
”I’ll give you thirty seconds, and if you haven’t walked out of the Charnis Gate after that time, I’ll assume you’re staying voluntarily.”
As a more senior “night watchman”, who had been the leader of the “Red Gloves” squad for several months, Leonard had a wealth of experience in dealing with prisoners.
Emlyn opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately remained silent and walked past Leonard and his two teammates all the way out of the Charnis Gate.
Once outside, he suddenly shivered a few times, as if to get rid of the chill in his body.
”When you get back, just get a few more days of sun, oh, the sun isn’t that common in the winter in Berkland, and you vampires don’t like the sun …… Aren’t you a pharmacist? You can mix your own potions for the ‘sun’ field.” Leonard saw this and casually reminded two sentences.
Emlyn’s state was not right, on the one hand it was because he hadn’t drank human blood rich in spirituality for many days, and could only rely on animal blood instead, on the other hand it was because he had stayed behind the Channis Gate for too long, and had been eroded by the dark power that supported the sealing for some time, and he needed a potion of the ‘sun’ domain to dispel the residual effects.
As a “Professor of Potions”, Emlyn had a certain grasp of his own physical and mental condition, and did not refute or nod, but only emphasized the phrase “Blood”, and then turned to ask:
”Where is Father Utravski?”
”He’s going to be around for a while longer, let’s hope this damn war ends sooner rather than later, don’t worry, we’ll have him out and about twice a week for the next two days in the sun, which days will have to be decided by the weather in Berklend.” Leonard responded briefly, and then sent Emlyn White all the way to the ground, to the street.
Emlyn hesitated and asked again:
”Where is the nearest hospital?”
”What do you want?” Leonard asked professionally in return.
”A blood transfusion.” Emlyn lifted his chin slightly, trying to keep his expression from changing.
Blood transfusion …… is drinking blood, right …… Leonard didn’t bother to reveal it, pointing in a direction and stating the address.
After witnessing the departure of this Blood Viscount, he returned to the ground and began to study the latest case to pursue with his team.
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After several days of trekking, Klein finally arrived at the neighborhood of the northern relic, the city-state of Nos.
It was the same barren and dead plain, with dry riverbeds leaving their mark on the earth.
Glancing at the dark, shadowed, soundless and foggy city, Kraven did not hurry to close in, but first found a secluded place and whispered the name of Mr. “Fool”.
Then he took four steps backward, chanted an incantation, and entered the gray fog – in order to return to the Fortress of Origin with a single thought, the prayers of all the members of the Tarot Society had to be stacked together to form a strong and sturdy anchor that would generate enough summoning power for the Fool. “The prayers of the members of the Tarot Club must be stacked together to form a strong and sturdy anchor, generating enough summoning power for the Fool.
With the help of the prayer light, Klein used his “true vision” to check the situation of the ruins of Nos from afar, and found that the thin mist there was slowly but inexorably dissipating, and the surface of the city, at a glance, there was not a single “spiritual thread”, and people wearing linen-like robes or animal skin clothing were not wearing any “spiritual threads”. People wearing linen-like robes or animal-skin clothes were collapsing in different places on the streets, completely unlike the vivid and busy ones that the Silver City exploration team saw when they arrived here.
”The angels or seals that previously occupied this city chose to migrate after realizing that their whereabouts were exposed?” While speculating based on the situation in front of him, Klein retracted his gaze and looked towards the gray mist holding the “Source Castle”.
He was preventing the “Miracle Worker”, or the “Secret Servant”, or the corresponding seal, from hiding in the hole of history, ambushing the extraordinary person exploring the Ancient City of Nos. He didn’t want to “leap” into the mists of history himself. He did not want to be chased by slippery and terrifying tentacles when he “leaped” into the mist of history to lurk, but he would directly encounter a huge vortex formed by a mass of transparent worms twisted and embraced.
The ambush of Charatru still scares Klein, and he has nightmares about it from time to time, so he wants to see Ms. Justice for another session of psychological shadow therapy.
It was even more of a shock to him than seeing the secret puppet Njoni wearing a monocle in front of him while he was completely immobilized, because the Dogs of Fugen had been dragged into it.
After confirming that the historical aperture was safe, Klein returned to the real world and reached forward, grabbing his hand and dragging out his previous self, also wearing a half-height silk bowler hat, a black knee-length trench coat, and a simple glass marquee.
In the next second he “leaped” into the grayish mist, and ran furiously along the illuminated apertures of history to the place where the “corpses” of the civilized city had been piled up before the First Age.
It was a very clever “safe house” for him, because no “antiquarian” except him could trace back this fragment of prehistory, which had been completely cut off and lost.
Of course, for Klein, traveling all the way here had taken a lot of psychic energy, and he would stay for another quarter of an hour at the most, and that is if his historical pore-image didn’t make any more burdensome attempts.
Once the main body was well hidden, the real-world Krynn projection moved forward and quickly arrived outside the ruins of Nos.
Instead of closing in and entering blindly, he circled around to a small knoll across the dry riverbed, raised his right hand, and summoned his original secret puppet, the cold, hard, dark-blue-eyed “Fallen Count” Chunas Korg.
The body of Jonas squirmed and instantly turned into Germaine Sparrow, and then he also probed his hand and took out a horse lamp from the hole of history.
This Historical Pore Image summoned by the Historical Pore Image, in the illumination of the dim glow of the Horse Lamp, confused the distance, and in a few steps came to the outside of the city of Nos, alone.
He then carried the horse lamp, and step by step, he passed through the decayed and collapsed buildings and entered the ruins through the pale mist.
Realistic contact allowed Kraven to discover more details than he could with his “true vision” above the gray fog:
Most of the humans and monsters collapsed in various places showed signs of decay and seemed to have been abandoned for a long time;
Some of them were sitting on chairs under the eaves, some collapsed by the fireplace, some were carrying moldy bread, some were holding hands, and some were sitting on the ground against the wall, with their lips pressed to bone flutes ……
It made Kline imagine what it was like in the city-state when they were still “alive”:
Some were lazing around, some were baking, some were shopping along the streets, some were concentrating on music, some were laughing and coming and going, and some were fighting with monsters in the gladiator arena. ……
This is such a vivid and vibrant picture, but in reality, everyone is long dead and no longer has a soul of their own, just repeating the same behaviors in a predetermined way.
And one day at some point, this eerie scene solidified and ended in an instant, with everyone collapsing without warning.
”A city-state made up of secret puppets, the truest theater …… There was a similar situation in Misty Town back in the day …… Though I’m also a ‘soothsayer’, I I still have to say that our pathway definitely ranks in the top three when it comes to creepy, scary, and weird …… Am I going to be doing the same play from now on? Of the ‘Creepy Waiter’?” Carrying a horse lamp, Klein walked through the streets where a number of corpses had fallen, following his psychic intuition, towards the center of the ancient city of Nos.
The situation here made him believe that the one who once ruled over the ruins of Nos definitely had enough spiritual intelligence, and after the Silver City exploration team broke the “peace” and “tranquility” of this place, instead of choosing to kill people and annihilate the clues, he didn’t hesitate to throw everything away and migrate to other places. The reason why we don’t silence them is that we don’t want to kill them.
”The reason why I didn’t kill them, perhaps because at that time, the Silver City team was followed by an Amon, well, it could also be for the face of the ‘real Creator’ ……” Klein randomly scattered thoughts, and soon reached a place where he could see the ‘real Creator’, but he didn’t know why. with his thoughts and soon arrived at a church that was still intact.
Inside this church stood a statue of a demonic wolf with eight legs covered in short dark fur.
The top of the statue’s head had a rub of grayish fur, and pitch-black pupils occupied at least three-quarters of the eyes.
”Isn’t it that ebony demon wolf that occasionally appeared during the third era of Frigidaire ……, the God of Wishes?k has been in the God Forsaken Land for thousands of years and finally found that Sequence 1 Extraordinary Characteristic?” Klein had just flashed such a thought when the sound of “da”, “da”, “da” footsteps suddenly rang in his ears.
He, who was already standing sideways, immediately cast his gaze outside the church, only to see a silhouette slowly traveling in the light mist, quickly outlining a clear outline.
He was close to two meters thirty in height, with a slightly arched back, all white hair, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, scars around his mouth, and covered in dark black clergy robes, making him a rather elderly priest or bishop.
His dark brown eyes were dark and calm, not crazy and bloodthirsty and spiritless like the monsters of the dark depths.
However, in the long darkness of the night, where the lightning flashes were very infrequent, this clergyman neither carried a lantern of animal skin nor lit a flame, but walked quietly within the pale mist.