Mystery: Undead don't die from passing fire

Chapter 297 The Land Abandoned by God
When Mobet was watching Leonard, Leonard also spotted him.

The main reason is that this person's outfit is really strange, and it's hard not to notice it.

He was wearing a pointed and hard black hat, and his coat was unbuttoned in a messy, asymmetrical and uncoordinated manner.In addition, the pointed toes of his leather boots are raised high, like a clown in a circus.

Although this man has a pretty good face, with flaxen hair, dark brown eyes, a tall nose bridge and thin lips, even when he is sitting, he still gives off a haughty feeling.

This extremely uncoordinated dressing style reminded Leonard of the Fourth Epoch. Whether it was the Solomon Empire, the Tudor Dynasty, or the Trunsost Empire, they all advocated asymmetrical beauty in order to go against common sense. , Messy asymmetry, love black is characteristic.

Because of this, Leonard's first impression of him was: a fanatic of Quaternary history.

But at this time, in his mind, a slightly surprised old voice sounded:
"How could it be him? How could he be alive?"

"Who is he? An acquaintance of the old man?"

Leonard's expression moved slightly, and he was about to leave first, and then ask the old man what happened.

But at this moment, the voice in his mind sounded again:
"Ask his name."

Leonard Mitchell asked calmly:
"Sir, what's your name?"

Mobet Zarathustra has been watching the young man with black hair and green eyes, and when he heard him asking, he smiled slightly and said:

"Mobet Zarathustra."

Leonard's expression moved slightly, and just as he was about to continue asking, the old voice in his mind sounded again:
"Take him out of the church and find a quiet place. I want to have a good chat with him."

Leonard could hear the nostalgia and complex tone in that old voice, he hesitated for a moment and did not refuse, but only vaguely gestured to Mobet, turned around and walked out of the church.

Mobate thoughtfully looked at the direction Leonard was leaving, thought for a while and followed.

All the way out of St. Samuel's Church, Leonard walked through the square with a large number of white pigeons.As if he didn't notice that there was a person behind him at all, he stopped in the square and fed the pigeons for a few minutes.

After finishing all this, he turned and left, and walked into the private room of a nearby coffee shop.

And the man who had been by his side followed up unhurriedly. Not long after Leonard entered the private room, he slowly opened the door of the private room and walked in.

As soon as Mobet entered the private room, he smiled and greeted in a relaxed tone:
"Oh, old man, you are still alive."

While speaking, he sat down on the seat opposite Leonard, not treating himself as an outsider at all.

"Old man?"

Leonard's eyes flickered, why did he call the old man?

A slightly self-deprecating old voice sounded in the private room:
"I'm also an angel of Sequence 1 anyway, how can I die so easily?"

"It's you. I remember that when you disappeared, the Solomon Empire hadn't been destroyed yet. How did you survive until now?"

"Living to the present? Is he an 'ancient man' from the Solomon Empire to the present?"

There was a storm in Leonard's heart. To be able to live from the fourth era to the present, he must be a demigod!It has to be the kind of demigod with a relatively long life. Ordinary demigods can't live so long.

"It's a long story."

Mobet touched his chin, as if he was thinking about how to explain his situation.

"Then make a long story short."

"alright."

Facing the impatient urging of the old voice, Mobet shrugged:

"To put it simply, I got a book at that time, "Grossel's Travel Notes". I don't know who created it and what the purpose of creating it is. I only know that I was attracted by it after holding it for a long time. I entered it, and I have been living in that book ever since.”

"And there are a few friends who have the same experience as me, they are also from different eras, and they were sucked into that book. The purpose of our gathering is to defeat an enemy in the book, a frost dragon .”

"Not long ago, several friends entered this book. With their help, we successfully killed the frost dragon, and thus successfully escaped from the world in that book."

The old voice keenly caught the loopholes in his words, and said in a deep voice:
"Even if you broke away from that book, how did you survive?"

"You should die of old age the moment you leave that book!"

Mobet smiled and said:
"Almost, we stayed in the book for too long, theoretically, we would be reduced to dust under the erosion of time the moment we left. But someone saved us, and the price was to believe in a certain existence."

The old voice fell silent, as if accepting the words.

A god, indeed, has the power to save them from the power of time.

Even if they are not gods, many angels can do this, such as himself.He could steal enough time to graft onto Mobet, allowing him to survive the erosion of time.

Unfortunately, he wasn't there at the time.

He didn't ask about the details at that time, nor did he ask who that existence was, and there was a hint of relief in his old voice:
"That's good, at least he's still alive."

"Yeah, at least he's still alive."

Mobet had a complicated expression, but he was noncommittal to this sentence.

Being alive is already the greatest luck, so why ask for more?
After waiting for a while, Mobet asked:
"What about the rest of the family?"

The old voice laughed at himself:
"I've become like this, what do you think?"

Mobet raised his eyebrows and said with a smile:

"In other words, there are only two of us left now?"

"Then it seems that the important task of continuing the family still falls on me!"

The old voice was noncommittal, and said:

"Amon has been looking for me, and his avatar has been looking for and devouring those Extraordinary people of the thief path. You are both the thief path and the only remaining blood of the Zoroaster family, so it is easy to be targeted by him , be careful yourself."

Mobet's expression was a little weird:
"I thought you would say that I don't have to worry, you will come to save me."

"save you?"

The old voice sneered:
"Why do you think I have fallen to this point? Even in my heyday, I was no match for him, and it is even more impossible now. If it is just you, you may still have a chance to escape. Once he finds me nearby, the two of us Everyone must die!"

Mobet was thoughtful, and then said:

"I need the potion formula for Sequence 4."

Whether it is to protect itself from Amon's pursuit, or to revitalize the family, it needs strong support.Just having Sequence 5 is far from enough, at least it must be Sequence 4.

The old voice was not unexpected, and he stuffed a piece of memory to Mobet, and said coldly:

"Unworthy children and grandchildren, they know that they want benefits when they meet, and they don't know how to care for the elderly at all, so get out."

Mobet sensed the extra memory in his mind, shrugged and said nothing, got up and left:

"Old man, take care of yourself."

"Go away, I'm upset just looking at you."

The old voice sneered again and again.

click!
Mobert opened the door of the private room, and quickly disappeared from Leonard's perception.

Leonard, who had been sitting quietly by the side before, asked cautiously:
"So, what the hell is going on here?"

The old voice seemed to carry a hint of relief:
"He is a direct descendant of mine. He disappeared after a large-scale war. I thought he was killed by Amon or Jacob, so I couldn't predict the murderer... Now it seems that things are not that simple. .”

"But it doesn't matter anymore, at least the person is still alive."

Leonard Mitchell was silent for a long time, and asked in a low voice:
"He called you old man too?"

The old voice sneered in his mind:
"Hehe, don't you think you're the only one?"

"Nothing."

Leonard left the private room expressionlessly, ignoring the mocking voice in his head.
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Backlund Bridge area, Brave Bar, billiard room.

Longzel read all the information collected by Ian. There were more than 100 detailed addresses and owner names of "Edward" recorded on it, but it was also difficult for Longzel to find out his family from the name alone, so He can only visit one by one.

Fortunately, he has plenty of time.

As long as Edward's family is still in Backlund, he will be able to find them sooner or later.

click!
At this moment, the door of the billiard room was pushed open, and a man wearing a pointed black hat and asymmetrical clothing walked in.

As soon as he entered the house, he asked:
"Have you got any results there?"

Longzel nodded lightly:
"There is a little clue, I am preparing to investigate further."

"That's good."

Mobet sat down opposite him and sighed:
"I found the old man."

Longzel keenly heard his implication, and asked:

"You want to go back to find Shatas?"

The purpose of the other party is to meet the ancestors of the family, and then go to Sonia Island to meet Shatas——

This is the promise he made to the elf singer before he left.

"I want it too."

Mobate sighed again:

"But I can't do this, the old man is very dangerous now, I can't just leave like this."

"Now I can only find a way to contact Edwina and clarify the matter."

Mobet had a bitter face, he could already predict what expression Shatas would have.Although he felt that Shatas could understand what he did, he didn't think that Shatas could easily forgive him.

And even if Siatas forgives him, it is doomed that the two will not be able to meet again in a short time.

Longzel nodded silently, expressing his understanding.

At the same time, he was a little fortunate that he was not married.

Just as they were thinking, an illusory blue light suddenly appeared in front of their eyes.

Just as he was on guard, a familiar figure emerged from the light.

"You came to see Grossel?"

Mobet relaxed his vigilance and asked with a smile.

Ember nodded lightly, looked at Longzel and said:
"Grossel, we should go."

"it is good."

The silver-white armor on Longzel answered with a buzzing sound.

The next moment, the set of armor that was tightly attached to Longzel's body instantly melted, turning into a pool of flowing silver metal liquid, and then turned back into a four-meter-high blue-skinned Cyclops.

Before the two could react, the figures of Ember and Grossel disappeared again.

Mobet gave a 'tsk' sound:
"It really comes in a hurry and goes in a hurry."

Longzel said:

"They have more important things to do."

"I know."

Mobet waved his hands, leaned back against the back of the chair with his hands on the back of his head, and lazily said:
"In this way, there are only two of us left. Tsk, I don't know how Snowman is doing now."
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The light is dim, but the space is extremely wide, like the basement of a temple, the dark saint kneels in the darkness, whispering piously to a 3-meter-high statue of the Hanged Man in front of him.

An illusory blue light suddenly emerged, completely illuminating the dark basement.

But the dark saint seemed to have never heard of it, and didn't even look at it.

Ember glanced at the dark saint who was praying devoutly, without disturbing him, and went straight to the opposite stone door deep in the basement.

And the dark sage was praying devoutly with his eyes closed from beginning to end, and he didn't even have the thought of getting up to say hello.

In the eyes of both parties, they have become accustomed to each other's presence.

Even if their beliefs are not the same, even before that they were hostile to each other.

But under the oracle of the Lord, both the Dark Saint and Mr. A have long forgotten that insignificant conflict.For them, today's embers are the Lord's most loyal ally, even more reliable than saints like them.

Snapped!
Every step of the four-meter-high giant made the closed basement sound like an earthquake. He glanced at the upside-down statue with a little curiosity, wondering why it was the image of a giant.

After all, neither in Snowman's dictation nor in the classics he understands, there is no record about the ancient sun god having the blood of a giant.

Although he was curious, he didn't ask, but followed the embers all the way to the depths of the basement.

The double door that was only opened with a slight gap was obviously not enough for Grossel to pass through, but after thinking about it for a while, he still didn't choose to open the door for more space.

Instead, the whole person melted into a pool of flowing silver liquid, quickly passed through the gap, and transformed into a four-meter-high Cyclops again at the other end of the door.

"Touch that painting, don't resist."

Hearing the sound of embers, Grossel stepped forward and touched the painting without hesitation.

While the white light flickered, the tall giant was pulled by an inexplicable suction force and disappeared into the painting.

When he appeared again, he was already in a village halfway up the mountain.

Just as he was puzzled, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

It was an elderly priest in a black clergyman's robe. His height was close to two meters three, his back was slightly arched, his hair was all white, there were wrinkles around his eyes, and scars around his mouth. His dark brown eyes were calmly staring at the giant in front of him. .

The giant raised his vigilance silently, and his intuition told him that the man in front of him was not a good person.

Just as he was thinking, Ember's voice came from beside his ears:

"Steve, lead the way."

The old priest glanced at the embers beside the giant, and silently nodded:

"plz follow me."

(End of this chapter)