Chapter 128 He will die there (for monthly tickets)

Gulp!

The indescribable chill made Irelia swallow her saliva.

The inexplicable sound echoing in her ears caused a layer of small bumps on Irelia's skin. She tried to wave away the sound in her ears, but she couldn't.

The sound seemed to echo directly in her mind, constantly stimulating Irelia's consciousness.

Irelia's right hand had been raised at some point, and her trembling fingertips reached out for the button on the wall.

Snap! The fingers of her left hand suddenly grabbed her right wrist. Irelia tried her best to pull her right hand back.

Irelia is no longer the simple nun she used to be. The study of chants during this period has inevitably exposed her to knowledge in the field of mysticism.

In the field of mysticism, the only iron rule is not to try to explore sounds that should not be heard, and not to try to spy on existence that should not be seen.

Madness, distortion, death, this is the threat that runs through the occult.

A strong impulse even surged in Irelia's heart for a moment, as if behind this door, there was something extremely attractive to her, making her want to get closer.

Then, Irelia's body trembled violently and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

She bit the tip of her tongue and used the pain in her body to barely restore herself to normal, while taking advantage of this brief moment of clarity to quickly retreat.

After I created some distance between myself and the bookshelf and the wall, that strong feeling finally gradually weakened.

A cold wind blew outside the window.

Her hair stuck to her cheeks, and Irelia realized that in just a short period of time, her body had been drenched in cold sweat.

Morol Church does not seem as peaceful as it appears.

I always feel that behind that wall, there seems to be some extremely terrifying existence sealed.

Irelia didn't know what that was, but she had a hunch that if she really opened that door, her self might be gone.

That is not something you can touch by yourself. Even if you really want to open that door, you need to gather enough experts.

For example, call Ron, Archbishop Gerald, Bishop Virgil, and even the Great Saint Christian.

Now, there are already enough troubles in Larnaca City, and Irelia does not want any unexpected circumstances to interfere with their original arrangements.

When Irelia completely left the library, that feeling also completely disappeared.

However, in the midst of the vagueness, it seemed that one could hear a low roar coming from deep within the library:

"dusk……"

…

Huh! Ron let out a long breath.

The exhaled air condenses into a light mist like hoarfrost.

In the spacious room, the temperature is dropping continuously.

"You refined the vengeful spirit?" Lydia's voice came from beside him.

This witch slept soundly for a whole day and night, just like a pig.

As an undead witch, Lydia could clearly feel something different. A hazy shadow could be seen beside Ron, and the drop in temperature in the room was the breath emitted by the resentful souls.

As for the true identity of the vengeful spirit, it was Melville.

Lydia didn't have any special feelings for Melville. She didn't like him, but she couldn't say she hated him. At most, she was a little annoyed by Melville's narcissistic behavior of thinking he was romantic and free and easy at times.

But, no matter what, Melville was also a member of the Spang Theocracy, and they had carried out missions together. Seeing Melville's soul being transformed into a resentful spirit, Lydia felt a little depressed.

Lydia, who had read the Necronomicon, knew very well what the vengeful spirits represented. It was an ending even more miserable than death.

"Reuse the waste." Ron did not deny it, but simply answered.

"Has the soul-scattering process been successful?"

Lydia pursed her lips. Now she was no longer the third princess of the Spang Theocracy, but a slave girl who had signed a contract with Ron. She did not need to consider things beyond her status.

Although she was very sad, Lydia inexplicably felt that her life was easier than before.

She took six bottles of potions out of her storage ring and handed them to Ron.

There are six bottles of potion, three of which seem to be filled with pure water, and the other three are filled with something that seems to be filled with clouds and mist.

Ron immediately showed a smile on his face. It was exactly the same as what he remembered. Lydia was indeed her. Soul Dispersion was a very difficult potion, but she could make it so easily.

"You did a great job," Ron praised.

Lydia curled her lips, seemingly disdainful, but in her heart she actually felt a little happy because of her master's praise.

This damn high-level contract document continued to affect her.

After taking the potions, Ron walked out of the room. Charlene was standing guard at the door.

The sky was a little gloomy, perhaps because it had rained last night. A thin white mist was floating in the air. A gust of wind blew and the mist gradually dispersed.

The dawn light scattered from the horizon, shining on my face, reflecting golden red light.

Ron first went to visit Irelia. This girl seemed to have studied the hymns until very late last night and was still sleeping soundly.

Her face was peaceful.

Tranquil and natural.

It is hard to associate such a gentle and delicate face with the future White Saint whose eyes will be filled with blood.

It would be nice if Irelia could always be like this.

Then Ron went to Virgil again and gave Virgil three bottles of potions that looked like pure water.

Virgil didn't say a word, but just quietly put away the potions. He knew how to use them.

After arranging these things, Ron originally planned to leave directly, but suddenly stopped at the door. The expression on his face became a little strange, and he looked up and down at Virgil. To be honest, Ron really couldn't see anything about him that could attract Linde.

"What's wrong?" Ron looked at Virgil with a slightly strange look, which made him feel uneasy. "Is there something wrong with me?"

"Virgil, I have a question for you..."

"Go ahead."

"If someone has a crush on you, how would you feel?"

Virgil's eyes suddenly lit up: "That's pretty cool."

Ron is a prophet. He must have seen that in the future there is a beautiful woman who secretly likes him... Virgil was quite happy thinking about this. It seems that he still has a lot of masculine charm.

Seeing Virgil's appearance, Ron's lips twitched slightly. He felt that it would be better not to break Virgil's fantasy. This was really too cruel.

Ron turned and prepared to leave.

"Oh, by the way, tomorrow, the city guards and church clergy will prepare for a joint operation to wipe out the black beast and the young god. Don't forget." Virgil's voice came from behind.

Young God, Black Beast.

Ron's expression suddenly became serious.

How effective all their resistance will be and whether their fate will change will depend on tomorrow.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

In any case, he has done his best within his ability.

Nodding heavily, Ron returned to his room.

His fingers stroked the ring of the Soul Ferry, his consciousness sank, and he had to make one final arrangement before tomorrow.

…

Granville Royal City.

Agnes stretched her arms lazily. After leaving the palace, every day of her life made her feel particularly happy.

This is probably what it feels like to be a bird breaking free from its cage.

The delicate tip of her feet lightly tapped on a leaf, and her body just stayed in mid-air. She held a cup of milk tea in her right hand, and a sizzling sound came from her mouth.

His sight was fixed on the Cathedral of the Goddess of Dawn a few hundred meters away.

No one knows what A. Lawn Montgomery is planning recently. He seems very excited and may be thinking of some dirty and terrible plan.

Come to think of it, the Captain hasn't summoned her for several days, and she feels a bit lonely.

Just as Agnes was thinking this, dense silk threads suddenly appeared in the air in front of her.

Agnes did not react at all and let the threads entangle her body.

…

The other side.

A female warrior with a silver mask on her face was carrying Dolores through the air, with mountains below them.

Although she is a warrior, her speed is even more exaggerated than that of a thief.

The sharp wind whistled in her ears, Dolores's soft golden hair fluttered freely behind her, and she even could hardly open her eyes.

Suddenly, the female warrior stopped.

The eyes under the mask looked blankly into the empty arms... Where is my eldest princess? ...

The situation in front of Dolores gradually became clear. The princess, who had experienced this mysterious summons once, was no longer as nervous as she was the first time.

Of course, this time it might be Sister Anna's turn to panic. I hope Sister Anna doesn't go crazy, otherwise, that mountain range might be destroyed.

Miss Fox's familiar voice came from the side. She still admired the mysterious Captain as before. Her voice was very cheerful. It can be seen that Miss Fox had been having a very happy time during this period. An idea flashed through Dolores' mind, and she quickly put her mind in order and saluted solemnly to the so-called Captain: "Dear Captain, good afternoon."

Looking at Dolores's appearance and remembering that not long ago, the two of them were enjoying themselves together, Ron couldn't help but feel a strange feeling in his heart.

He was even a little curious. If he dispersed the thick fog on the surface of his soul and let Dolores see his appearance, what kind of expression would the princess have? That expression would definitely be very interesting.

But Ron was not stupid enough to do so. The angry Princess might rush over regardless of the consequences and bite him hard.

Moreover, if Dolores knew the captain's true identity, it would cause unnecessary trouble to many of Ron's subsequent arrangements.

The repairman's eyes weren't just on him.

An important character like Dolores is also the focus of the repairman.

Several thoughts flashed through his mind as Ron continued to maintain his image as captain.

Miss Fox Agnes' cheeks seemed a little red, and she seemed a little embarrassed: "Dear Captain, I am very sorry that I have not been able to collect Archibald's notes during this period."

He felt a little disappointed. After all, Ron really wanted to know what happened to Archibald after he broke with the Andre family.

"That's okay..." Ron spoke slowly, his voice as melodious as usual: "Archibald's notes are not so easy to collect."

Hearing that the Captain was not angry about this matter, Agnes patted her chest gently with her hands and felt relieved. The Captain was indeed kind and merciful. He would not punish his subordinates for their occasional mistakes and incompetence.

After adjusting her mood, Agnes spoke again: "Regarding the Vice Pope of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Apu Lawn Montgomery, he seems to have encountered some good things recently and seems to be in a very good mood, but he basically has not left the church and has not made any abnormal behavior. Captain, do I need to continue to keep an eye on him?"

Agnes began to ask for instructions on the next step.

Ron shook his head slightly: "No need to keep watching him, I will give you a new task now."

"Go to Dragon Valley."

Dragon Valley! As soon as these three words appeared, Agnes and Dolores' faces changed. Although the dragon clan has perished, its reputation still exists.

Agnes quickly calmed down, her eyelids drooped: "Dear Captain, please forgive me for being so presumptuous, I want to know the reason..."

"The Golden City is still hanging in the sky. The dragon race has been destroyed, but the raging impact has not dissipated. Recently, many strong people have tried to enter the Dragon Valley and the Golden City, but none of them could get close."

Ron's eyes dropped, but he did not blame Agnes for her presumption: "Apu will appear in Dragon Valley."

"He's going to die there."

Here is the fourth chapter, there will be another update later.

(End of this chapter)