Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 295: Special Relics and Assassination
"In his hand! In his hand!"

Prince Herama was also stunned by the sharp cries of the chickens. He did not answer in a hurry but lowered his head to think.

Liu Yonglu's lie was quite high. If he had just pointed in a random direction, such as "a mysterious cult in Moses Sad" or "a mystic scholar in a red robe", Prince Helama would definitely not let it go and would have asked him questions to the end.

By then, even Liu Yonglu would not be able to explain all the details on the spur of the moment.

The beauty of this lie lies in the fact that the story about the Emerald Dervish really happened. Prince Herama arrived in Mosesad two months ago. In order to understand the developments of the various situations in New New Lent, he read every newspaper every day.

He had not only read the rumors about the Emerald Dervish, but also paid special attention to them. Now there was a wall in one of the rooms in the mansion covered with clippings of all the news about the Emerald Dervish.

Originally, Herama still had doubts about the identity of the ascetic, but ever since the Mosesad Investigation Department suppressed the newspaper's subsequent reports, Prince Herama had concluded that the ascetic must be related to the occult.

As to whether it was a mystic scholar, a projection of a god, or even a higher being, he couldn't tell.

The key is time. Two months ago, the Emerald Dervish appeared in New Newrent, and Mr. Feng just said that they arrived at about the same time.

Everything matched. As for why he had been on the streets recently, Prince Helama did not ask for any more information about the ascetic through his own spies.

Needless to say, the ascetic felt the presence of the Inquisitor and was keeping a low profile.

It’s correct. All of them are correct.

"Mr. Feng, thank you very much for the information you provided. It is very helpful to me."

"The mercy of the Saint shines upon the earth. It doesn't matter whether you have intelligence or not, but please remember what I said, Prince Herama. The cocoon cannot continue to fall into the hands of the Emerald Dervish. If it falls into the hands of ordinary people, it will lead to a tragedy with serious consequences.

If the Saint hears the wailing and accusations of innocent souls outside the gate of heaven in the near future, I will never be able to face the Gate of No Source again in my life."

Liu Yonglu's words came from the bottom of his heart and were sincere and heartfelt. He held Prince Herama's hand and patted it.

"Mr. Feng, when I return to Kurt this time, I plan to build a magnificent church for the Saint. No, I also plan to build a statue for you and send it to the Holy See."

Liu Yonglu waved his hands, looking heartbroken and unwilling to say more.

Millie Tang was dumbfounded by the people standing nearby, thinking, Emerald Ascetic, this time counts as the second time he's been tricked by this guy. But it doesn't matter, the last time they met both sides used all their tricks and they had completely torn their relations apart, now that he's already offended badly, there's no need to be afraid of causing him more trouble.

Liu Yonglu and Prince Herama were toasting each other at the dinner table. If Liu Yonglu had not been concerned about the judge's identity, he would have sworn brotherhood with the bearded man on the spot.

"Mr. Feng, I won't disturb your prayers and sermons today. We have agreed on the price, and you are not allowed to sell the invention to anyone else."

"Honesty is one of the seven virtues of the Saint's world. How dare I blaspheme the Saint's will?"

Standing at the door, Liu Yonglu shook his head slightly in a serious manner. Prince Herama took off the crown with the sapphire removed and bowed slightly. Then the two waved goodbye.

"You've... gone too far."

Millie Tang, who was standing nearby, muttered quietly, remembering the danger of the Emerald Dervish.

"What's the point of going through so much trouble? He still has to thank us."

"Thank you! Mr. Feng, you don't have to see me off."

As expected, Prince Herama turned around and said.

Liu Yonglu and Milly Tang went back to the house to open their presents. Prince Helama sat in the carriage, opened the window and let the breeze blow to sober up. He felt that his tense nerves from the past few days instantly relaxed.

Hey, why did I choose to cooperate with a loser like Wordsworth when I first came to New Newrent? If I had met Mr. Feng earlier, I would have succeeded long ago. We are both sects from the Western Continent, so why is there such a big gap in ability?

"Your Highness, are you going back to Canary Wharf?" the coachman in front of the carriage turned around and asked.

"Ah."

After all, they are still comrades in the same trench. There is no problem with his attitude, but his ability is questionable. Wordsworth still has his strengths that can be used. Prince Herama closed his eyes and rested without saying a word.

Inside the cabin of the blue freighter, Wordsworth sat at the table and patiently listened to Heramar's retelling of the whole story. Of course, what he heard was an abridged version.

There are six ancient relics. If they are shared equally, each person would get three. Oh, this price really goes against Wordsworth's bottom line. If it were two, he would agree without hesitation. He would not agree to four, and he probably had some bad intentions.

But...three items...

I looked at the prince sitting opposite me. His face was red and his ears must have just finished drinking. Why was the jewel on his crown gone? He had a bald spot on his forehead, which was quite shabby.

Wordsworth wanted to say, Prince Herama, would you like to go again tomorrow to see if there is any room for maneuver?
But he couldn't say this. It had been others who had been mediating, and now the price had finally been negotiated. If he continued to be picky, the alliance between the two sides would probably break down immediately.

But he really loves the three ancient relics. What should he do?

"Prince Herama, if we split the six pieces between us, that means each of us will have three pieces. I can offer you this price, but there are two conditions."

Seeing Wordsworth's stingy look, Herama looked down on him from the bottom of his heart. Look at what the inquisitor of the Holy See does. He told me the important information and he told me it for free, without asking for a penny. And look at you, you are so petty!

"Mr. Wordsworth, please go ahead." Heramar was quite shrewd, but he didn't show it on his face. "First, the transaction will be scheduled for a week later, because I will need these three ancient relics when I assassinate Dou Niwar in a few days."

Herama nodded. There was nothing wrong with this request. Anyway, you were the one who wanted to invent it more. If you are not in a hurry, why should I be in a hurry?

At the same time, he also believed in Mr. Feng's character and said that if he kept it for himself, he would definitely not be able to escape.

"No problem, just make sure you don't lose it during the assassination."

“Hmm…I thought of that, too.

Secondly, Nicholas' invention will be kept with me after the transaction. Prince Herama, you can come and see it anytime. You can borrow it after three months. It doesn't matter."

Wordsworth thought that in three months Alva should be able to make a replica based on the original and then give the replica to Heramar.

"No problem. I said it a few days ago. I'm not interested in inventing anything. As long as the Mosesad royal family doesn't get it, it's fine."

"Well, then I won't send you off."

Prince Herama got off the freighter, and Wordsworth stood on the deck alone for a while, looking at the scenery of the fjord, sighed, and then returned to the bottom of the cabin alone.

Use the huge bronze key hanging around his neck to open the door, which is where the ancient relics of the order are kept.

After thinking it over again he opened the first box and pulled out a large piece of dirty indigo cloth with a wide width and dark brown stains on it.

This cloth is called "The Shroud of Shadows".

Wordsworth draped the blue cloth over himself, and suddenly the cabin in his field of vision was covered with a layer of light blue halo. He knew that he was now in a state between the physical body and the spiritual body.

Ordinary people in the outside world can no longer observe themselves with the naked eye.

only……

"The turn'ghftor n'ghaor'nafh ah spreading"

Deep in the cabin, the original and pure whisper of God the Father sounded in his ears, and Wordsworth could not help but tremble all over and knelt down.

Even he, the Father's most devoted servant, could not bear the ancient knowledge contained in the whispers for long.

That was far beyond his endurance. Although he was addicted and intoxicated by the feeling, the previous painful lessons kept reminding him to take off the shroud, take off the shroud!

Wordsworth looked down at his hand. It was exactly the same as the scenery in his field of vision, covered with a layer of blue film. The outline of the hand and the bones under the skin were clearly visible.

He gasped and struggled to tear off the shroud with his hands bulging with veins, and everything returned to normal.

The shroud has a good effect, as it can transform the user into a spiritual state, but its disadvantages are also obvious. The world in the spiritual state does not belong to humans, and gods also have their own projections in that plane.

Barging in rashly is like lighting a tiny candle in a pitch-dark room, attracting those powerful and dangerous predators to approach quietly.

This ancient relic will be used in an assassination a few days later, and the assassin will use it to sneak into Dou Niwar's restaurant quietly.

After putting away the shroud, he turned his attention to the box next to it.

This black box is not big, but its material is very special, it is made entirely of lead.

After opening the box, there was a piece of letter paper folded into three pieces inside. It looked very ordinary, the paper was yellowed, and the words on it could be vaguely seen.

Wordsworth did not dare touch it with his hands, but carefully opened the letter with two black tweezers in the box.

The content of the letter was just an ordinary exchange of pleasantries between old friends, but as Wordsworth focused his attention, the content on the paper changed.

Obscure and difficult scriptures appeared on it. As the amount of writing on the paper increased, the area of ​​the letter paper also changed. This change was so subtle that even though Wordsworth had been staring at it, he didn't feel anything was wrong.

It is deceiving its own eyes.

"Paper that turns bones into ropes" is the name of this ancient relic. The reason why he dared not touch it with his hands is that all the bones and muscles of anyone who touches the paper will become as soft as ropes in a short period of time. Of course, there will also be pain and irreversible damage to the body.

Wordsworth once conducted a test on innocent people he caught: three seconds. Anyone who touched the paper within three seconds would die because the body lost bone support.

As for the content on the paper, it can be changed into any pattern the user wants according to his will.

If the shroud is the key for the killer to sneak into and escape from the restaurant, then the paper in front of him is the ultimate killer move to kill Dou Nivar.

There is a believer in the cult who is proficient in the forbidden spell of disguise. I will give the two ancient relics to him later and let him complete the assassination.

Hey, here comes today's joke, have a happy weekend everyone. It's November in a blink of an eye. I started writing this book in June, it goes by so fast.

Thank you all for your company, thank you.

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