Chapter: 978
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Back in her own room, Lovia walked to the desk with an indifferent expression, and spread out a piece of paper made of leather.
She pinched the index finger of her right hand with her left palm and snapped it off, but the blood didn't drip at all, it seemed that it was all absorbed on the surface.
Holding the severed finger, Lovia drew a complex symbol on the paper, which was composed of half of the "eye without pupil" symbolizing concealment and half of the "twisted line" symbolizing change.
After examining it carefully, Lovia wrapped the severed finger with this piece of paper, stuffed it into her mouth, bit it loudly, and then swallowed it all.
On her right palm with only four fingers left, flesh and blood squirmed at the wound, and quickly grew into a new index finger, a slightly pale index finger.
Lovia lowered her head, looked at her palm, and whispered a word: "The Fool?"
Backlund, a basement that looks like a temple.
Wearing a black robe with a hood, Mr. A knelt quietly in front of the upside-down giant statue, without moving for a long time.
Suddenly, he tilted his ears, as if he was listening to something.
After a brief pause, Mr. A suddenly raised his hands, snapped his right index finger with his left palm.
He stuffed the bloody finger into his mouth and chewed it like a snack.
grunt!
Mr. A's throat squirmed, and he swallowed the crushed finger into his belly.
His body trembled suddenly, as if he was being held and shaken by an invisible person.
In this state, Mr. A stretched out his right hand and wrote words on the ground with the blood from the wound.
Those words are not the language of giants and dragons that can leverage the power of nature, nor the language of Hermes used for sacrifices, but the most common and common language of Loen.
The bright red color quickly condensed, and the words were pieced together into several paragraphs: "Find: "The fool who does not belong to this era;
"The mysterious ruler above the gray mist;
"The king of yellow and black who rules good luck.
"The favored ones and believers are in Backlund."
With the end of the content of "Divine Enlightenment", Mr. A stopped trembling, and a brand new finger grew out of the wound.
He lowered his head and carefully looked at the words he had just written, the corners of his mouth curled up in the shadows.
"I only obey your oracle!" Mr. A humbly prostrated himself on the ground, as if he had found the meaning of existence again.
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City of Silver, the upper part of the round tower.
Lovia walked to the window, looked down at the little candles in the darkness, her expression gradually softened.
After an unknown amount of time, she heard a knock on the door.
"Your Excellency 'Chief'?" Lovia turned around lightly and asked with a smile.
The door opens automatically without wind. JrNovels.com