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Chapter 355 My good puppet is here!

Kogan felt like he was standing in a valley.

I am surrounded by low, long, continuous mountains, in front of me is a peaceful and quiet lake, and under my feet the wild grass and flowers are swaying in the wind. When did I get here?
The warm and gentle sun shone on his face, and Kougan felt particularly tired. It was different from sleepiness. He just felt that he was too tired from work recently. His mind was full of messy things. It had been a long time since he had given himself a vacation.

Thinking of this, he lay down limply on the grass.

With his eyes half open and half closed, he enjoyed this moment of tranquility, surrounded by the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. Although there was no extreme enjoyment such as fine wine and delicious food, he felt the long-lost relaxation and leisure.

Suddenly, a dark cloud covered the sun and the temperature dropped.

Kogan stood up. A thin mist rose from the lake in front of him. In the damp smell, Kogan smelled a hint of danger.

The huge figure appeared and disappeared in the mist. Perhaps he was too relaxed just now. Under the huge contrast, even Kougan felt a sense of despair and struggle in his heart for no reason.

He barely managed to control his sore legs and prevent himself from kneeling on the ground, but he had also lost the courage to escape or fight.

The huge shadow in the mist was getting closer and closer to him, and the "rustling" sound was like the notes of death urging him to die.

The outline of the huge shape was constantly changing; claws, fangs, tentacles, those oppressive organs seemed to be constantly changing positions on the giant's body.

Kougan could clearly feel that the other party had locked onto him. Even though he did not see the giant's eyes, the real feeling of oppression made it almost impossible for him to breathe.

"Woo..."

A dull roar came from behind the mist. Kougan swallowed his saliva. What should he do? His death was approaching!

But just as the giant's body was about to emerge from the mist, a blond man in a classical white robe walked up to him, holding a picnic basket in his hand.

The blond young man followed Kogan's gaze towards the lake and just waved his hand. The mist disappeared instantly, along with the terrifying monster hiding in it.

It disappeared, rather than being blown away by the wind, as if two pictures suddenly switched, and Kogan could hardly believe his eyes.

He turned his head blankly and looked at the young man.

The young man just smiled at him without saying a word. After the fog dissipated, the sky returned to its previous brightness.

The young man sat on the ground, took out wine, cheese and fruit from the picnic basket, patted the grass beside him, and invited Kogan to share.

He hadn't said a word during the entire process, but Kogan had already figured out the whole story.

The young man in front of him must be a kind god, and the giant creature in the lake is the demon he is responsible for guarding. He accidentally stepped into this territory and witnessed everything that happened just now.

In the warm sunshine, sweet fruits and mellow wine, Kogan relaxed again.

He was even happier and more comfortable than before. It was an extreme relaxation after surviving a disaster.

The young man's friends also walked out from the depths of the woods and enjoyed the peace and tranquility with them. These people, both men and women, were dressed in similar classical white robes like the young man. They had handsome faces, like figures in classical statues.

Everyone sat on the grass and took out their musical instruments to play beautiful and soothing tunes. Many people also sang timeless poems with their nightingale-like voices.

Kougan enjoyed it. There was neither worldly intrigue nor vulgar wild enjoyment here. There was only the comfort and leisure that made people relax infinitely.

He has devoted his whole body and soul to nature, connecting with the earth and becoming one with it.

"Do you recognize this spell?"

In the meeting room, Francis was sitting behind the counter, pointing at a line of words on an ancient book and asking Kogan who was standing in front of him, while Kogan was identifying the symbols on Francis' finger with a dull look.

After sending Wordsworth away, Francis thought of another thing. He remembered the little genius brother and sister!

Although I am good at calculating, I must not be careless. Since the man and woman from the Holy Maiden Sect can resist my control, there may be someone in the Investigation Department who has this kind of ancient relics.

Later he will need to select a few puppets to help him arrange the mass ceremony. What if there are two investigators who pretend to be controlled by him but still retain their self-awareness and tamper with the ceremony? That would be bad news!

So he planned to give it another try before taking action, just as a double insurance.

If there are people trying to take advantage of the situation, I have to prepare for the worst. So I have to screen them first. I don't want anyone who knows the spell! It's best to choose someone who is illiterate and can't even recognize the characters. That way I can use them with confidence! "That eternal... existence will not die, but in the weird eternity... even death will die."

Korgon mechanically translated the spell from the ancient book.

Kogan's sister knew forbidden spells. Although he was not talented enough to specialize in this field, he had been determined to become an investigator since he was a child, so he knew Gulashuwen.

"cough……"

Francis waved his hand, and Kogan turned around and went back to the back of the team. This guy knew the spell, so he couldn't take him.

As soon as Kogan left, DeLorean came up to the first one.

"Here, please translate it."

"An illusion is only one reality...matter is a great deception...

The writing on the book is not ordinary Lashu, but a more ancient and obscure language. A similar stone tablet was found in Devonshire, which recorded the movement of a distant planet in this language. "

"cough……"

Francis waved his hands again and said, "Wow, you not only know my spell, you even know its source. You are well-versed in history and can quote from many sources. What else can I want from you?"
Francis was testing and "capturing" new investigators to join.

Liu Yonglu also mixed in with the newly captured crowd, but pretending to be a controlled puppet was quite tiring. Fortunately, he had experience as a wax figure in a wax museum before. Liu Yonglu tried to blink as little as possible and the smile on his face was rarely strained.

At this time he was wearing von Stroevsky's mask, a mask he had only used when receiving Prince Herama at home. The probability of being recognized by outsiders was almost zero.

He was also wondering in his heart, is there something wrong with this Father God of Wordsworth? You don't want those who can read, so you want to pick a few illiterate people?
It didn't take long for him to reach Liu Yonglu.

"Do you recognize this spell?"

"do not know."

Liu Yonglu pretended to speak in that monotonous voice and answered honestly. He was not lying and he really didn't know him.

"Oh."

Francis felt happy and looked up at Liu Yonglu. It seemed like a good idea. This guy looked funny. Although he had no expression on his face, he looked so kind.

"Take a closer look. Do you recognize it?"

"do not know."

Liu Yonglu felt that this performance was not difficult for him, because he had never been familiar with ghost paintings.

Francis was still not convinced, so he turned another page. This page not only had the spell, but also an illustration underneath it. It showed two people standing under a star, mixing materials for the mass on the table.

"what about this?"

"do not know."

"If you don't know me, guess what I am."

Liu Yonglu bent down and took a closer look. His main purpose was to count how many words there were in the spell so that he wouldn't be too outrageous when he made up something later.

"The pagan is my son, and my son buys me nuts. Isn't that funny?"

"what!"

Francis waved his hand in another direction, and Liu Yonglu stood there obediently.

Francis stood up and closed the book, looking at Liu Yonglu happily. OK, I found it, my good puppet is here!

(End of this chapter)