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Shen Yi nodded slightly, and continued: "Let her come to the coffee shop."

Chapter 238 Chapter 230 "Historical Drama" (4K)

Shen Yi made a decision to let "Historical Drama" meet him in the coffee shop.

Praying Chris nodded and said, "Okay, I'll let her go to the coffee shop."

In the secret room, after praying, Chrissy didn't leave immediately, but couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Shen, who are you...Why do I pray to the 'Darkest One' and communicate with you instead?"

In theory, if I pray to the Chaos Watcher and the Darkest One, there will only be two results.

The first is to have no effect, which is the most common case.

The second type is...the Chaos Watcher and the Darkest One replied to themselves and issued an oracle.

However, it was Mr. Shen who communicated with himself after praying.

Chris in the secret room took a breath.

"Ah......"

She's kind of hard to imagine, an incredible possibility, but again that's the only explanation.

"Impossible, it's impossible..."

Chris's hands trembled uncontrollably, she left the secret room in a daze, and returned to the office in the building.

She took out an envelope in the office and wrote Mr. Shen's reply on it with a pen.

This is a letter from the "Historical Drama" to Tumihua Office for communication.

"Go to the Morning Star Cafe."

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Bayland at night.

Silent.

There are always evil things in the dark, just around the corner.

In an attic in the south of Belland, a lazy woman in a purple robe sat on a wicker chair, gazing at the moonlight outside.

The attic was extremely dark except for the moonlight from one window.

"Chess player, the only thing I can rely on now is you."

The woman in the purple robe has a turbulent figure with a curly brown hair. Sexiness and mystery are synonymous with her.

She was wearing a big hat that covered almost half of her face.

In the dim attic, only the moonlight shone on the piles of books, and she also had a book in her hand, which recorded the history from the establishment of Bayland to the present.

"Absolute monarchy...hehe, it has long been misnamed."

She opened her mouth slowly, humming a silent song.

There are many core members of Dust of Light, but so far, most of them went to Bayland to give away their heads.

They were defeated by Shen Yi one by one.

The latest member of Lightless Dust to come to Berlander did not want to challenge the "chess player".

She is "historical play" and a traitor to the Dust of the Lightless.

"Time is up."

There is a smile on the face of "historical drama".

During the day she got word that she was going to meet the gentleman at the "Morning Star Cafe"...but she didn't start immediately, but waited until evening.

At this time, she slowly got up, ready to see the "chess player".

For her, it's safer at night.

"Historical Drama" got up from the wicker chair, and slid his fingers under the moonlight. Many books began to shake, and a buried goblet flew out of them.

The goblet was floating in mid-air, spinning slowly.

The finger of "Historical Drama" tapped lightly, and the red liquid automatically floated out of the goblet, and it overflowed in a blink of an eye.

She raised her head slowly, a strange light shone in her blood-red eyes.

The desire for blood has always been irresistible to her.

As the last blood race in the world, she has almost gone through 3000 years alone. Even today, she cannot control her instincts.

She took the goblet with her fingers, raised her head, and drank the bright red blood.

A red liquid trickled down her fair neck.

"Historical Drama" couldn't help but licked the corner of his mouth.

"Delicious...I don't know what the taste of a chess player would be like..."

At this moment, she looked in the direction of the attic window sill.

Standing in the moonlight was a thin figure in a black suit, with blond hair and a bright smiling face illuminated by the moonlight.

A-level investigator, the immortal Roland.

Roland looked at the girl who was taller than him, and said, "Actually, I really don't want to fight with women, but it's a different matter for aliens and monsters."

He went on: "Then, please hold your hands, Miss 'Historical Drama'."

"Historical Drama" smiled slightly, without panicking, just said: "You are the immortal Roland. I have always wondered why a child who has only lived for 1000 years is called 'immortal'?"

Roland smiled. He had always been gentle with women, and he would never show mercy to vicious criminals.

There is no question that members of the Unlighted Dust need no sympathy.

Besides, this woman is a vampire.

Roland opened his hands and said, "Beautiful lady, maybe I'm still a child in your eyes, but don't forget that my power can restrain you, and I'm not the only one who came to arrest you."

"Historical Drama" was silent for a moment, his expression gradually became serious, and he said, "We don't need to fight, because I have already betrayed Dust of Light and the 'writer'."

Hearing these words, Roland was silent for a while.

He shook his head and said, "The higher-ups have issued special instructions saying that you have the power to deceive people. You must not listen to your sophistry. It is best to kill you on the spot."

The next moment, a golden light radiated from his hand.

The sun shines brighter than the moon!

This is the power of radiance.

It is the greatest nemesis of the blood race.

Roland used to be the Grand Knight of the Corona Church. Thousands of years ago, the god of the original fire was implanted in his body.

The blood of the sun flows through this body.

Therefore, he will not grow old, nor will he die. At the same time, he can emit radiant power, and he is extremely restrained against evil and darkness.

Under the radiance, the "historical drama" barely resisted, screaming, and the graceful and exquisite body burned in the wailing, and soon turned into ashes.

The battle ended so easily, but Roland was stunned.

"That's it? No!"

Roland always felt that something was wrong. As an A-level investigator with rich experience, he understood that the problem was by no means that simple.

Suddenly, a black cloud of smoke gushed out from behind him, fled quickly, and flew into the distance in the night.

Roland didn't have a strong ability to attack from a distance, so he immediately shouted: "Leo, stop her!"

Another A-level investigator who came to arrest the "Historical Drama" was Leo the "White Death".

Leo was carrying a white box and was standing on the roof not far away. He held a "disaster relic" in his hand, which could be used for long-range combat.

But he didn't do anything, calmly watching the black clouds fly away.

Roland witnessed this scene and couldn't understand it. He frowned and looked over, and said, "Leo...why did you let her go?"

He suddenly had an idea.

Could it be that Leo... is the ghost?

The black cloud of smoke fell into the alley and regrouped into the body of the purple-robed woman.

At this moment, a male voice suddenly appeared behind her.

"Sure enough, you will be here, just as he predicted."

"Historical drama" is a little tense.

In the darkness, there seemed to be many people hidden on both sides of the alley, and they all had golden eyes.

A pair of golden-green eyes looked a little different.

The man with golden green eyes stepped forward and said, "He has already foreseen your purpose, so, you must not be allowed to see the 'chess player'... sorry."

"Historical drama" was silent for a while, then smiled charmingly, and said, "This month seems to be calm, but Bayland has actually undergone tremendous changes."

The man with golden green eyes nodded and said: "Well, as you said, it has changed... In fact, we have reached an agreement with the 'writer' earlier."

"Actually, since the failure of the battle in the dreamland, the 'writer' wanted to be more secretive in his actions in Bayland, and he didn't want to anger the 'chess player' anymore...but the mental state of the 'comedy' clown is too Unstable, something went wrong."

He continued: "During the past month, we have successfully covered up the situation and acted secretly... We must not let you destroy it."

"Historical Drama" sighed.

"I have been watching this world for thousands of years, watching the history of humans and alien species. I don't want the world to be destroyed, and I don't want everything to die..."

The man was silent for a while, and said: "Since this is the case, you should join us. Saving the world is our common goal. No matter how difficult the process will be, all deaths and injuries are necessary sacrifices."

"The fact is, no matter how strong and righteous the 'chess player' is, he cannot save the world, and the result of choosing to follow him is doomed to tragedy."

"But the 'writer' can come up with a solution, even if it may not be effective, and it will cost most of humanity, but it is better than everyone drowning."

"Be rational, and help the 'writer' together is more in our personal interest, as well as the interests of all mankind... In a few days, we will find a way to convince the higher-ups of the Anti-Magic Bureau."