Chapter: 164
"How do you feel?" A mysterious figure in a black hooded robe walked out from the shadows in the corner, and his voice had obvious feminine characteristics.
Tris showed a kind and satisfied smile and said: "It's very comfortable, that's exactly the scene I dream and pursue."
"I think I've done my job and I'm ready to move up."
The woman in the black robe nodded slightly and said: "Very good, according to the promise, I will give you the formula of Sequence 7 and the three main materials, and you need to collect the rest yourself."
"No problem." Triss replied as if prepared.
The mysterious woman raised her hand and handed Tris something like a book.
The "book" has an ancient and mottled bronze case, and a strange star-shaped lock is hung beside it.
Triss knew that the "book" contained formulas and materials, and he was suddenly excited.
He suppressed his emotions and looked curiously at the name of the potion written on the bronze casing.
"Witch!"
Tris uttered in astonishment, unable to believe that the word written in ancient Hermes was this.
"Witch"? I will be promoted to "witch"? What a joke!
The mysterious woman covered her mouth, let out a low laugh, and answered after a long time: "Aren't you always weird? It's strange why our senior management are all women..."
"That's the answer."
The crimson moon in the sky hangs quietly in the darkness, shining on the "University City" Tingen City, which is gradually falling silent.
Klein stood in front of the desk, looking down at the cold and deserted Narcissus Street through the oriel window, and heard a carriage passing by in the distance at high speed but without noise.
He picked up the silver-white pocket watch with arabesques, snapped it open, took a look, and then stretched out his hand to close the curtains, allowing more of the yellowish light from the gas lamp to be reflected in the bedroom.
Klein turned around unhurriedly, locked the door behind him, and closed the gate valve.
The whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, only a little reddish moonlight through the curtains brought color, bringing the late-night scene that gave birth to many folk stories.
In such an environment, Klein took out a silver knife he had applied for, sketched a ball of light in his mind, and entered a semi-meditative state in advance.
He accumulated energy, according to the previous practice, let the spirituality spurt out through the tip of the knife, and let them move with him, miraculously combined with the environment, sealing the room.
He was on guard against possible abnormal fluctuations, and was afraid that Benson and Melissa would be awakened by it.
Then, Klein put down the knife and took four steps counterclockwise, each step was accompanied by a spell from the earth.
The same screaming and whispering came, and the same madness and pain added to him. He tried his best to control himself, and survived the most difficult and dangerous stage in a state of almost half-consciousness.
The gray mist is boundless, the crimson "stars" are far or near, and the majestic temple stands like a dead giant. Everything before Klein's eyes has not changed in any way compared to before. The silence and antiquity accumulated over thousands of years Come on.
No, there are still changes! Klein muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on a crimson "star" nearby.
That is the star that symbolizes "justice"!
The deep red of this "star" shrinks and expands one after another, the range is not large, but it persists.
Klein carefully unfolded his spirituality and spread towards the crimson.
As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed, he saw a blurred and distorted picture, and heard illusory and overlapping prayers: "A fool who does not belong to this era;" JrNovels.com
Tris showed a kind and satisfied smile and said: "It's very comfortable, that's exactly the scene I dream and pursue."
"I think I've done my job and I'm ready to move up."
The woman in the black robe nodded slightly and said: "Very good, according to the promise, I will give you the formula of Sequence 7 and the three main materials, and you need to collect the rest yourself."
"No problem." Triss replied as if prepared.
The mysterious woman raised her hand and handed Tris something like a book.
The "book" has an ancient and mottled bronze case, and a strange star-shaped lock is hung beside it.
Triss knew that the "book" contained formulas and materials, and he was suddenly excited.
He suppressed his emotions and looked curiously at the name of the potion written on the bronze casing.
"Witch!"
Tris uttered in astonishment, unable to believe that the word written in ancient Hermes was this.
"Witch"? I will be promoted to "witch"? What a joke!
The mysterious woman covered her mouth, let out a low laugh, and answered after a long time: "Aren't you always weird? It's strange why our senior management are all women..."
"That's the answer."
The crimson moon in the sky hangs quietly in the darkness, shining on the "University City" Tingen City, which is gradually falling silent.
Klein stood in front of the desk, looking down at the cold and deserted Narcissus Street through the oriel window, and heard a carriage passing by in the distance at high speed but without noise.
He picked up the silver-white pocket watch with arabesques, snapped it open, took a look, and then stretched out his hand to close the curtains, allowing more of the yellowish light from the gas lamp to be reflected in the bedroom.
Klein turned around unhurriedly, locked the door behind him, and closed the gate valve.
The whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, only a little reddish moonlight through the curtains brought color, bringing the late-night scene that gave birth to many folk stories.
In such an environment, Klein took out a silver knife he had applied for, sketched a ball of light in his mind, and entered a semi-meditative state in advance.
He accumulated energy, according to the previous practice, let the spirituality spurt out through the tip of the knife, and let them move with him, miraculously combined with the environment, sealing the room.
He was on guard against possible abnormal fluctuations, and was afraid that Benson and Melissa would be awakened by it.
Then, Klein put down the knife and took four steps counterclockwise, each step was accompanied by a spell from the earth.
The same screaming and whispering came, and the same madness and pain added to him. He tried his best to control himself, and survived the most difficult and dangerous stage in a state of almost half-consciousness.
The gray mist is boundless, the crimson "stars" are far or near, and the majestic temple stands like a dead giant. Everything before Klein's eyes has not changed in any way compared to before. The silence and antiquity accumulated over thousands of years Come on.
No, there are still changes! Klein muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on a crimson "star" nearby.
That is the star that symbolizes "justice"!
The deep red of this "star" shrinks and expands one after another, the range is not large, but it persists.
Klein carefully unfolded his spirituality and spread towards the crimson.
As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed, he saw a blurred and distorted picture, and heard illusory and overlapping prayers: "A fool who does not belong to this era;" JrNovels.com
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