alliance of misthophoros

Chapter 77 2.72 The Tenth Waiter: Arrested
"You, how do you know how this door is opened?" Zipan asked Safir in surprise.

Not only Zipan was curious, but Wilson also found it extremely miraculous.

At this time, the mysterious operator quietly appeared behind them again.Wilson felt a little movement behind him and turned around, and was suddenly startled again, which made him wonder, what kind of ability is the operator in Paradise City?What's the background...
However, if the people of Paradise City wanted to attack them, then they might not live in harmony until now.

Wilson didn't know anything about the thoughts of those big shots, but Wilson knew that it would be easy for these big shots to control them.

Forget it, let the operator come and go.

I also saw this operator talking to Safir before, and I still have a little contact with them. At other times, the presence of the operator is really incomparably thin.

So far, at least from Wilson's point of view, the operator has neither given them mission hints, nor had he encountered any obstacles to the mission.

Before, Safire was able to talk to the operator, which made Wilson feel unbelievable.

Afterwards, I asked Safir what he and the operator had said, and Safir only said that he was going to ask the operator if it would be rainy together.

But Wilson obviously heard the voices other than Safire's voice - the operator obviously spoke.

However, Wilson didn't delve into it too much, and for the time being, he believed Safire's words by default.

"I just saw this and touched it, but I didn't expect it to open." Seeing Zipan looking at him adoringly, Safir smiled a little awkwardly.

On the contrary, he looked at Zipan curiously, because he had heard Zipan say that he was troubled by the difficulty of becoming a Buddha, so he chatted for a while, "Why do you want to become a Buddha?"

"Become a Buddha." Zipan put his hands behind his head, as if he was remembering something, "As the saying goes, a teacher for a day is a father for the rest of his life. My master has passed away, and he devoted his whole life to the Buddha. He must have become a Buddha, so I just wondered if I could meet him."

"That's it." Zipan lightly raised the Zen stick in his hand and took a step forward, "Let's go."

There is no intention to continue talking on this topic.

"Yeah." Safire imitated Buddhism and put his hands together, bowing slightly, "There is a saying in Buddhism called "the cycle of cause and effect, its own definite number, everything has a reincarnation, whatever cause you planted before, it will end later Whatever the fruit is, I haven't seen the result yet, maybe the time has not yet come. "

Zipan looked back and saw Safir's serene and broad blue eyes, as if he was looking at the endless sky.

And those eyes are like the pure blue sky above the head, watching everything that happens in this world all the time.

"Amitabha, the poor monk has been taught." Zipan also turned his head and bowed slightly.

The bow of the two people in the underground palace is like a world-class portrait, or the first encounter between the two is an indescribable fate.

Wilson saw the miraculous conversation between the two, and saw Zipan acting as if nothing had happened, suddenly became angry and went up and slapped that smooth bald head.

thump.

The beating didn't hurt Zipan very much, but he forced out a few tears and asked Wilson in aggrieved tone, "Why did you beat me?"

"What are you talking about becoming a Buddha? Let's live well, understand?" Wilson said viciously with a gentle face.

"Just kidding." Safir couldn't help adding.

Wilson stared at Zipan, "Did you hear that?"

"Yes, I heard." Zipan nodded obediently.

Wilson felt very refreshed in his heart.

In fact, it is normal for boys to fight and fight. Wilson's fists are always itchy, but in the face of Safire's character, it is impossible for him to laugh and fight with Safire. If they wanted to beat them to death as soon as they started, then these two people would definitely not play jokes.

How should I put it, the longer I get along with Safir, the more I feel that Safir feels so illusory, as if he is a person who does not exist in this world.

Probably because it is too sacred, so noble that it makes people feel that it does not seem like a person that would exist in this world.

While the three of them were chatting, Mandela took his first step into the unique secret room in front of him—it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a secret room, because it is not as different as the place he just saw. It's not that big, it's about the size of an ordinary thatched house.

The outside is not big, and the interior furnishings are not too luxurious. They are almost all bookshelves, and the bookshelves are full of a collection of books, but these books are full of dust, and it is obvious that no one has read them for a long time.

Safir was fascinated by these collections of books at first glance, and couldn't help but stretch out his hand and started to flip through them. Then he was choked, and the pages were covered with dust. He coughed and consciously put the book back to its original place.

Soon, Mandela stopped, and the people who followed him also stopped one after another.

Wilson frowned, holding the broken keel in his hand, and facing a wall, which looked like an ordinary wall in front of him, and there was a stone bed in front of the wall.

It looked like it was inhabited.

And compared with those dusty books, this small stone bed looks so clean.

It seemed that someone had indeed lived here, and it might have been one of the footsteps they had just heard.

Safir patted Mandela on the shoulder, as if he wanted to see if Mandela had returned to normal.

Mandela knew that Safire was touching him, but now his mind was full of secrets hidden in the stone wall in front of him.

The magic crystal seemed to be calling him.

Due to the influence of the 'phaseless' water, Zipan didn't notice any abnormalities.

"It's strange, my magic weapon seems to be out of order." Zipan still opened his treasure bag without giving up, but he didn't expect that the bag still looked ordinary, "Oh, this is really a strange place."

"Is there something in this wall?" Wilson said to himself, touching the seemingly ordinary wall with one hand, feeling the coarse texture of the wall with his fingertips.

Mandela was also looking at the wall carefully, and Safir also stood beside Mandela from behind Mandela, looking at the wall together.

Safir spoke in a voice that two people could hear, "Tell me, how can an arrogant and sinful demon realize his mistakes and take the initiative to atone for his sins?"

Well.Is this alluding to yourself?

Mandela couldn't help chuckling disdainfully after hearing this, how could the great Satan be wrong?Still want Lao Tzu to take the initiative to atone?

Ridiculous, nonsense.

But Mandela did not directly reveal his inner words, but instead said in a mocking tone, "That may require a priest wearing a Dalaris to keep talking beside it."

"Well, I thought so too." Safir looked at the wall and said.

Mandela felt something was wrong, and his tone was still bad, "Why are you asking this?" It was really strange to ask this question on this occasion.

Safir looked back at Mandela, "I was just thinking that there seems to be a demon in you. According to the myth, it seems that as long as the demon pays his sins devoutly, he can return to heaven and become an angel."

What a bullshit myth.

Can Lao Tzu be educated?

Mandela dismissed it, and did not want to hear Safire continue to discuss this topic.

Seemingly understanding Mandela's irritability, Safire didn't wait for Mandela to reply, but started to ask Wilson beside him, "Is there something in here?"

"Yeah." Wilson nodded affirmatively, looked at the keel in his five fingers, put his palms together, and looked at the wall in front of him, "That's right behind this wall."

"But I don't seem to feel that there are redundant compartments here when I draw the drawings, and the thickness of this wall is no different from other walls."

Listening to Wilson's words, Safire noticed a sunken point on the wall. This point looked a bit abrupt, but Safire couldn't understand what it was.

Mandela also knew that these people must not know how to open this thing.

Then he can only go out on his own.

So he stretched out his hand and simply drew a spell in the air, a hole was sunken in the wall, and a large crystal clear bead shone in that hole.

Just, just opened it like this? !

Wilson was stunned. If this was something felt in the keel...then the bead in front of him must be related to the keel!His mind suddenly fell into chaos, oh my god, ma'am, it's amazing!

In an instant, Safir seemed to think of something, but the information was very fragmented and difficult to connect.

Gaia looked at Mandela thoughtfully.

After a moment of silence, there was an extra person in the room unknowingly, and a clear and sharp shout suddenly came out, "Who are you! Why are you here!"

Then Mandela's outstretched hand couldn't even touch the bead, and the wall returned to its original shape.

In the blink of an eye for a few people, the surrounding scene changed instantly, and they were trapped in a prison with candles lit and iron doors locked.

Outside the cage was a priestess. She was wearing sandalwood paper and wrapped her ponytail tightly with water. She had cherry red lips and an exquisite nose. She looked playful and petite, but her complexion was a little heavy.

This voice... sounds so familiar!

Wilson looked at the woman in front of him, and instantly thought of the voice that Safir had used when he pretended to be a ghost at the beach, and the woman in front of him even had the same aura as he felt at the beach.

That's right, it's this guy!

Safire glanced at Wilson.

Wilson realized that he had to be thorough in acting, and that Safir couldn't speak now, because speaking would easily reveal his identity, so they could only talk to the witch.

But... I looked at the other people beside me, Zipan and Mandela, none of them could be useful at this time.

Well, then he can only speak reluctantly and perform it with superb technique.

Wilson coughed a few times, he didn't expect to say such a shameful line, his Adam's apple slid up and down a few times, Wilson moistened his voice, and it took him a long time to hold back his words, with a serious expression on his face,
"We are AFWP people."

"Uh cough cough... that's the Alliance for world peace. Well, world peace." Wilson maintained his superficial calmness, but he was still extremely flustered inside, so he couldn't speak fully.

Regardless of whether the witch in front of him believed it or not, Wilson himself did not believe it anyway.

When Torel heard this, she was startled.

There are actually such a few people!

(End of this chapter)