The vest magic changes the earth

The stunningly beautiful lady known as Dubo laughed: "Call me Morgana, my dear detective."

She blinked playfully, but Alan's mind was full of the gray mist in the town of West Ridge that night, the gloomy night and the monsters in it.

Allen hugged the fat cat in his arms: "Ms. Dubo is more suitable."

Randolph laughed wildly when he heard this.Allen secretly observed Du Bo's expression and shuddered.

Du Bo looked normal, and just smiled and dismissed the topic.

"Then we're ready to go."

The cool Asian guy walked towards the car first without saying a word.

In the car, Allen frantically texted Randolph.

【explain!Who are these?What are we going to do!And last time you and Du Bo had a fight, weren't you hostile? 】

[There is no eternal enemy, dear Alan~ We are hostile only because we have different positions, but now, we all have a bigger enemy.In the same way, what we have to do now is to find more friends - the awakened famous general of ancient Carthage.I suspect his resurrection has something to do with the Carthaginian mysteries. 】

[As for the man in black, his name is Xintinghou, I introduced it to you.By the way, mind you, there are no humans in this car except the two of us. 】

[Stop texting like crazy, Du Bo is looking at you. 】

Allen raised his stiff neck, and saw Dubo looking at him with a smile: "Why are you so indifferent to me all of a sudden? My dear."

Allen said in his heart that it was because I didn't know at that time that you were a demon in human skin, the kind that could bite my throat with one bite.Just treat me as ignorant and fearless and let me go, sister, but if we talk about age, should I call you Grandma Grandma?

His tongue was tied and he was trembling. Before he could think of a reason, he could only hug the cat in his arms, when he heard Du Bo ask, "Then what do you call Carter? Do you just call him Randolph?"

Cold sweat ran down Allen's back, and then he felt a sudden pause, and the inertia made him lean forward sharply, interrupting everything he wanted to say.

"Here we are." Xintinghou said coldly, and got out of the car first.

As soon as they set foot on this land, they were pointed at the face by several spears, and the cold light flickered.

Those skeleton soldiers surrounded the car, ready to drive them back.Looking at their proficient movements and lack of desire to communicate, it is not difficult to guess how many daring people they have driven away trying to break into this place during this period of time.

Allen wanted to communicate, but the soldier didn't want to hear a word from him at all. He picked up the clothes behind him with a spear and wanted to throw them out.

Just when Allen was about to close his eyes, Xin Tinghou next to him grabbed the spear, which clearly looked like human hands, but made a metallic sound when they collided.

The soldiers stopped their movements and looked over with dark eyes.

Xinting Hou said succinctly: "We are here to visit General Hannibal, please tell him that this matter is about the sky."

As early as before AD, civilizations around the Mediterranean had already established a fairly advanced and complete knowledge system about celestial bodies and astrology.Carthage was the representative at that time, and Hannibal, as the top person in Carthage who mastered the power of the mysterious world, could not have been ignorant of the things above their heads.

They stalemate for a while, and finally, the soldiers made several gestures and chose one of them to turn back to report.

Not long after, a skeleton with the appearance of an officer appeared here: "The general has been waiting for you for a long time, my companions in the mysterious world. We are still guessing when you will come and greet us, the undead who have returned from ancient times."

"Forgot to introduce myself, you can call me Hasdrubal.

Allen felt that the name was a bit familiar, as if he had read it in a book.

"Are you Hannibal Bacca's brother?"

The skeleton general turned his head and glanced at him, and there seemed to be human souls flowing behind those black eyes.

"Very knowledgeable. Yes, General Hannibal is my elder brother. I died in a defeat against Rome. The fate is really unexpected. I can meet him again here."

The skeleton officer stretched out his hand, "Guests, please."

Hannibal was in there, and these ancient Carthaginians didn't rebuild any houses, or use any products of modern civilization's tents.It is just trying to repair this ancient city, which is not an easy task. More than 2000 years have made these magnificent columns and palaces riddled with holes, not to mention that it was looted by Rome.

These Carthaginians tried their best to build a place that could shelter from the wind, but it was still crooked and a mess.

But Hannibal seemed very happy here, as if it could remind them of their former hometown.

They walked in, and Alan was surprised to find that he had also lit a bright LED light inside.

The general smiled, turned his back to them, straightened his back like a solid monument: "The electric light is an amazing invention." life seems to be greatly extended."

"It's absurd." Randolph replied, "I believe you also know the reason for our visit."

"Of course, my answer is that I will protect this place, cooperate with you, and cooperate with the current people." He turned around, his eyes were bright under the lamp, as sharp as a falcon: "I never cared about those who plundered Carthage How about the descendants of people, we only defend this land."

"Of course, General, thank you for your generosity and selflessness." Randolph replied neither humble nor humble, with a calm tone.

"But I still have questions, lots of questions. I need an answer," Hannibal went on, as the light from the artificial lamp shone on him, coating his muscles with a sculptural metallic sheen.

The famous North African general stared at them. He was not so amazingly handsome, but he was so calm and thick, giving people a sense of oppression like a mountain.He slowly swept across Randolph, Succubus Dubo, and Xintinghou.

"The first question, may I ask why you have appeared before the recovery of the mystery? Don't tell me that you are lucky survivors hiding in the dark. Those can only fool People who are mysteriously isolated. We all know that when the sea water ebbs, then the big fish either choose to return to the ocean, or they can only die stranded on the beach."

Allen turned to look at them in shock.

"In fact, it is true." Randolph shrugged, not looking too flustered.

Lu Yi had already prepared this question, just like what Hannibal said, his reasons can fool laymen, but he must not deceive this powerful man from ancient times.The other party came from an extraordinary and abundant time, and he knew the laws of its operation too well.

What's more, what he is about to explain is not a lie.

"Of course you're right. We shouldn't be alive, or should not be alive and still be at our peak. So following the well-known principle, 'What you get, you have to give', we did give some Something. In ancient witchcraft in the far east, people can prolong their lifespan in some way. They rely on some kind of grand power of destiny, such as the fate of the country, or the irreversible trajectory of the stars, to A star is the anchor, and seven lamps are lit. If you succeed, you can change the fate of death. We are doing similar things. This is a fraud, General Hannibal."

"You gained your life, so what did you pay for it?" Hannibal asked.

"No comment at the moment, General." Randolph raised his eyebrows and smiled, spreading his hands frivolously at him. "But maybe we'll find out soon."

After a long silence, Hannibal asked, "So, are the gods still alive?"

His younger brother Hasdrubal exclaimed: "General!"

"Well, as far as we know, the last god to fall 300 years ago was the god of Western Rome. His angel, his vice-prince Metatron, died in a martyrdom shortly afterward."

"Profanity!" Hasdrubal almost rushed forward, "Profanity! You cheated fate! You are still blaspheming! God Baal lives forever!"

But to his shock, his brother didn't react to the offensive words, just stood silently.A boulder in a trance.

"...I see, thanks," Hannibal said finally.

"elder brother!"

Hannibal shot him a sharp look.

Hasdrubal fell silent.

The famous North African general seemed to have aged a lot. He finally said: "I will fulfill my promise, and Carthage will guard this land. I also hope that you will not forget the friendship of the alliance."

"Of course." Randolph bowed. "There will be professionals who will discuss this with you later, General."

"of course."

They were sent away from Hannibal's residence, and these Carthaginians warmly invited them to stay temporarily in the ancient city of Carthage as guests and visit the scenery of Carthage.

Soldiers in the distance raised a bonfire, dyeing most of the night sky red, saying that a huge hole was scalded in the night.Fire and firewood are an integral part of Carthaginian culture. The gods gave them fire, and they sacrificed to the gods with fire.

At that time, Queen Alyssa of Carthage threw herself into the flames, igniting the soul of the entire Carthage nation.Along with the flames of destruction, Rome's sharp blade completely burned the civilization of Carthage.

These undead of Carthage, they sang and danced around the flames, singing an unknown ancient ballad.The singing is far away, sad and as vast as the sea.

Randolph added a lot of Alan's purple face when he looked at the skeletons under the bonfire, laughed, and patted the back of Alan's head.

He turned to the invited soldiers and said, "No need, let's leave first. I'm not feeling well, and I'm more afraid of the undead."

The skeleton soldier who sent the invitation gave him a surprised look. "All right."

Here, Hasdrubal told Hannibal: "They left."

"Ah."

Hasdrubal waited for a long time, and found that Hannibal did not respond, he was still looking at the night light quietly, and asked himself: "Do you believe what they say? Oriental secrets, who knows if it is true or not?" Fake."

"Hasdruba, you will always be like this, not talented enough, not top-notch effort either.

If you had observed them carefully, you would have found that all but one of them had no soul of their own.I guess this is the so-called cost of cheating fate, and when some people pay these prices to achieve their goals, it doesn't matter whether he cheats you or not.They won't live long, you remember, the magic of fate is always a taboo field, let alone cheating fate? "

"We just have to work with them."

Hasdrubal was so reprimanded by his brother that he didn't dare to look up: "I know, I won't break the taboo, brother."

"No, Hasdrubal," Hannibal said.

Hasdrubal looked up and saw the sadness in the eyes of its talented and powerful brother that he couldn't understand.

"If I had learned this spell, I would have used it at all costs, my brother. I sent my father away on the field of battle, and I sent you away, struggling to the end and killing myself like a burlesque. Wake again When I came, I found that I had sent away the country for which I had given everything."

"I give everything and get nothing. So I don't care about giving more. Hasdrubal, that's why I would like to work directly with them, I understand them. And, my brother, I really Miss you so much, you won't know how sad I was when I got the news of your death in the barracks."

"...Yes, brother, I miss you too. You are much older than when I left."

The two brothers looked at each other under the light, the skeleton and the man, and death drew a millennium-long line between the Carthaginians, separating siblings and saying goodbye to loved ones.They have been buried in the ground at different times, until now, they met in an unrecognizable posture.

In the distance, the singing of the skeleton soldiers was still coming intermittently, and the light of the bonfire lit by Carthage was still not extinguished, reflecting the ancient city.Not far away, in Hannibal's camp, a white light flickered.The lights are like beans, like eyes, and like tears.

Allen returned to the hotel where they were staying, couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, turned over and knocked on Randolph's door.

Randolph opened the door at the other end, and after seeing that it was Allen, he looked at him warily: "What are you doing? I don't provide any night services, I'm straight."

"Me too, thank you." Allen was a little speechless, and some serious and heavy feelings that had just accumulated were swept away by this sentence.

"But you are English."

"...There are also straight men in the UK. You are a stereotype. I have a question to ask you." Allen replied.

"Well, okay." Randolph leaned against the door, "What is it?"

Allen entered the room first and sat down, looking directly at Randolph: "The spell you told Hannibal, the so-called spell that deceives fate and pays a price, what did you pay for it?"

Lu Yi stared at this unlucky but always brave young man through the eyes of the Randolph card, a little helpless for the other party's inquisition and persistence.

He recalled Lunes in Metatron's memory, and wondered if it was some kind of dominant genetic gene in their family, one or two, but he couldn't satisfy Alan's curiosity now, otherwise he would The next thing to do Allen will absolutely try to get in his way.

So in the end he replied with a smile: "Temporary confidentiality, Mr. Simmons. If you can't sleep at night, would you like a cup of coffee?"

Allen sighed: "I'm serious, Randolph. What have you paid? As a friend, I am qualified to care about you."

Randolph stood up and poured him coffee, still in a foolish manner: "Then you ask Miss Morgana Dubo, she really likes you, maybe she will tell you."

Allen said in his heart that if I dared to ask them, I wouldn't be chatting with you here.Randolph probably knew it too, so he was deliberately perfunctory.

"I'm very serious. Please tell me, what did you pay for?" Allen looked directly at those green eyes, and Lu Ensi's figure loomed on his body. They were really similar.

Allen still didn't wait for an answer. Randolph poured coffee for him with his back turned to him, with no expression on his face.

"This is my business, Alan, it has nothing to do with you. Go back and do your own business."

This sentence is actually quite hurtful, especially when Randolph is usually kind and casual, and the deep gap is even more prominent at this time.

"Would you like some coffee? You can leave without drinking."

Allen looked at his back in disbelief for a while, ignored the coffee cup, turned around and pushed the door out.

After being fooled, Randolph was relieved, and then his expression froze on his face again.

After Allen left, he didn't return to his room, but knocked on Succubus Dubo's door without stopping.