Chapter 244 You, don’t you know me?

The city of Sina is the capital of the Kingdom of Sina.

A stone thrown down might hit a lord.

Therefore, the death of Earl Rolls was not a big deal.

Even if there is a black magician involved.

According to the director of the Special Affairs Bureau of the Kingdom of Xina, these black magicians are like stink bugs in the sewers. They can never be completely killed, and they pop up from time to time to disgust people.

There are quite a few black magicians in the city of Xina.

They hid in the dark and caused a lot of trouble to the Special Affairs Bureau.

The death of Earl Ross a few days ago was one of these troubles.

The point is this one.

The answer given by the court wizard was: the black magician who took action was not of high level and not very powerful, which led to the Special Affairs Bureau not taking the matter seriously.

After a simple investigation, the case was declared closed - the murderer was not caught, and no one cared about poor Viscount Shelton.

Xia Lin was actually too lazy to waste time on this trivial matter.

But there are really no clues, so we can only make Sheldon's matter the top priority.

Help him deal with this small problem, use it to make a name for himself in Xina City, go meet Celia, and also take a look at what that wish power is.

…

The difficulty in this matter lies in finding people.

Find the black magician whose name is unknown but whose appearance is known.

If the normal thinking is followed, Xia Lin needs to stay by Sheldon's side all the time and wait for the opportunity.

But if we do that, time becomes an issue.

Xia Lin didn't have that much time to wait for the black magician to come to him.

With this in mind, Xia Lin had to increase his speed.

Maybe God is also helping Xia Lin.

Just ten hours after Xia Lin entered the ashes area, as the sky darkened, a drizzle began to fall.

Pedestrians rushed home to avoid the rain and the streets were empty.

Xia Lin left Sheldon's house and walked onto the street alone.

Facing the evening drizzle, Xia Lin slowly closed his eyes.

Then, a continuous stream of tiny Dongfeng missiles appeared in the rain.

Dongfeng Lord allows Xia Lin to summon Dongfeng missiles of different specifications within a radius of ten thousand miles.

This area of ​​ten thousand miles is equivalent to Xia Lin’s territory!

The Dongfeng missiles, as thin as steel needles, fell along with the drizzle, and they became Xia Lin's eyes and Xia Lin's ears.

So at this moment, all movements in the entire Xina city, and even in the entire province, could not escape Xia Lin's observation.

The noisy sounds continued to fall into Xia Lin's ears.

"Huh? This rain is..."

A voice came from the palace in the city.

This person seemed to have discovered the Dongfeng missile hidden in the drizzle.

However, in theory, the East Wind Overlord has technological capabilities, but the mainstream of this world is magic.

Due to the different systems, these powerful mages who can detect the Dongfeng missiles are unable to trace the source of the missiles.

Xia Lin simply adjusted the landing point of the missile to avoid these high-risk entities and tried not to irritate their nerves.

After all, now is not the time to take action.

Just ten minutes later, Xia Lin suddenly opened his eyes and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

“Found it.”

According to intelligence from the Special Affairs Bureau, the black magician who killed Count Ross was not very powerful and did not seem to have the ability to change his appearance.

With her portrait and the East Wind as eyes, it was not difficult for Xia Lin to find this person in Xina City.

Although the impact caused is a little bit big.

There's nothing I can do.

After all, time is limited.

…

Sina City, slums.

The doors and windows of the small and simple room were tightly closed. Through the gaps in the doors and windows, one could faintly smell the aroma of essential oils and the smell of blood.

This house belongs to Nasha.

In the eyes of her neighbors, Nasha is a miserable but kind girl.

Two years ago, both parents who worked for Count Ross died in an accident, leaving behind Nasha who was only fifteen years old.

The stingy count embezzled the compensation money from Nasha's parents, but ended up bringing disaster upon himself.

No one knew that Nasha had become a black magician in the past two years.

No one knew that Count Ross's death was caused by Nasha.

Today, just as the drizzle was falling, Nasha was holding a ceremony in the room.

The combination of animal offal and essential oil incense fills the room with an indescribable smell.

Nasha, however, looked solemn and spoke slowly.

"The first apostle under the command of the evil master, the great Lord Oyegaro."

"I offer you a sacrifice and ask for your strength!"

Just these two sentences made Xia Lin, who had already appeared in front of Nasha's house, stop in his tracks with a strange look on his face.

The evil lord... Oyegalo...

Uh, what a familiar name.

…

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

A magician's power comes from many sources.

There are natural demon-sensors—mages who are born.

There are masters who have achieved success through studying and researching meditation.

There are also those who become wizards through some evil rituals and gifts from inexplicable beings.

The third party is undoubtedly the black magician who is not recognized by this world.

In the room.

The simple altar in front of Nasha slowly began to light up.

A chaotic and vague sound came out from it.

“The quality of the offerings was poor.”

Of course not.

Nasha's financial resources and strength cannot support her to provide high-quality sacrifices.

Nasha just lowered her head, and soon she heard a chaotic and vague great voice coming from inside.

"But the beginning is always the hardest, isn't it?"

Evil light emerged from the altar, and this power instantly raised Nasha's level from level 2 to level 3, and gave her 3 points of all attributes! "More sacrifices, better gifts."

Having said this, Oyegalo prepared to disconnect.

But suddenly I noticed footsteps coming from a dark corner of the room.

Xia Lin's figure slowly walked out of the darkness and came to the altar.

He looked at the halo of light in the altar with a smile in his eyes...

It wasn't until Oyegalo spoke that Xia Lin frowned suddenly.

"Who are you?!"

…

These four words confused Xia Lin.

"No, you don't recognize me?"

Xia Lin pointed to his face which was not disguised at all and asked in confusion.

Oyegalo's voice sounded again: "Should I know you?"

Xia Lin thought you should know...

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back into his stomach.

Just as Nasha opened her mouth and seemed to want to scream, she was knocked unconscious by Xia Lin's knife.

He squatted in front of the altar, looking into the eyes of "Oyegalo" as if they were separated by a long time and space.

"The son of the breeding god, Oyegaro?"

"It is me, sir!"

The voice was indeed Oyegaro’s voice.

The energy fluctuations are also the energy fluctuations of Oyegaro.

At the same time, Xia Lin was also very clear about Oyegalo's methods.

It can do many things at once and establish connections with many believers at the same time - therefore, there is no ritual connection, it is just Oyegalo's clone or automatic response program, so there is no reason for Oyegalo not to recognize Xia Lin's face.

After all, the person in front of it is its master.

The great being called the Evil Lord! Xia Lin was silent.

He watched as the light in the altar slowly went out, meaning that "Oyegalo" took the initiative to end the ceremony.

After a long silence, Xia Lin suddenly snorted.

“It’s fake.”

This altar does not communicate with Oyegaro itself.

(End of this chapter)