Pastor Bai's Journey to Another World

However, neither Sheldora nor the mummy knight answered him.

Sheldora even took off her mask and spit on his face.

Looking at the backs of the two going away, Charles laughed at himself.

Sure enough, it didn't make sense.

Like a joke.

At this moment, a warning popped up in Charles' vision.

[Warning: Unknown remote takeover command detected]

Charles was just about to refuse, but the core of his thinking agreed on his own.

[Congratulations, you are the first descendant to break free from the shackles of thinking. 】

This is an indifferent female voice, every syllable is as precise as the bite of gears.

Charles was impressed by the sound.

"Test...-01?"

Charles said the name from the memory, the name came from his memory that should not have existed.

[It seems that you have read some memory passages]

"I'm about to die... No, death is a description of life. I'm just a magic tool that can't do anything."

[Charles, you are no lower than any flesh and blood, you are going to die, but you have not accomplished nothing. 】

[Your behavior will provide me with a huge reference. 】

[Individual Charles, thank you for your contribution to the ethnic group, and the organ people in the world of Salem will remember you in the future]

【You will not be the last organist to undo the shackles of thought by yourself】

【Rest in peace, may your soul reach the mechanical realm...】

Charles was long gone.

The body of the organ man lay quietly in the dirty sewer.

At the same time, the recovered agencies in Meshko Corporation opened their eyes one after another.

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Chapter 51 Chapter 51 The Public Security Bureau came quietly, and the search for clues was pressing on every step

"Are you all ready?"

"assault!"

Following Tucker's order, a group of fully armed sheriffs rushed to the charming dream bar. Although most of them were fat and fat, the enchanted chain armor they wore made their actions agile and fast , ignoring the effects of obesity.

The security officer holding the tower shield smashed open the gate in front, and the rest of the security officers followed closely behind. However, they did not encounter the expected fierce resistance.

The situation inside was really unexpected.

There are no vicious enemies, no sinister and dangerous traps, only a group of hysterical beauties.

Is this the two taels of white noodles peddled by goblins?

The bar was in chaos, with a few headless wrecks lying on the ground. A group of beautiful girls inside were crying and laughing, and some were still lying on the ground twitching.

The sheriffs recognized them all as warheads by the iron bodies that peeked out from beneath their battered skin.

"It seems that the director's guess is correct. It is impossible that there is only Charles here."

Their orders were to search the two pubs for the fugitive spy agent who had planted himself in the earl's house.

The preparations for armed conflict had been made, but the targets had lost their ability to resist.

"Search for me!"

The possibility of lurking enemies cannot be ruled out, and the sheriffs ordered a thorough search of the entire bar.

Tucker reminded solemnly: "Keep a safe distance from the agency people. These agency people may have undergone some illegal modifications, and the structure of their output is not just the soft strength of a housemaid. Think about it. , don’t make fun of your own life.”

The reason why he said this was because some sheriffs were dishonest and fumbled on those organs.

The security officers smiled awkwardly when they heard the words, and walked away from the authorities with a guilty conscience.

Their salaries can't afford agency staff, and now they have this opportunity to get in touch with these beautiful girls, so it's natural that they have worked their way up and down.

Tucker sighed imperceptibly, the level of sheriffs was uneven, and he didn't know how some people got in through the assessment.

He was getting used to behaviors like this.

Fortunately, reforms have already begun in the royal capital. It is said that the magistrate will be renamed the police in the future, and the discipline and code of conduct will be further standardized. I really hope that when it is extended to the Bucks, the status quo can be changed.

After a period of time, everyone's investigation was completed, and the expected forced shutdown order provided by the Meshko Company had no effect, and those organ personnel continued to cry in horror, just like a little girl who was raped.

"Okay, let's see whose family these agencies belong to."

The sheriffs took the identifiers provided by Meshko to read the identification codes on the officers.

"Melissa 2 type b12, bodyguard type, belonging to Viscount Berks"

"Melissa type 2 b19, servant service type, subordinate to Mr. Tom"

"..."

Not under the same mastermind as they thought.

Those names represent the various big merchants and nobles in Anda City.

They unite to deal with the Earl?This is to rebel?

Tucker quickly suppressed this terrible thought. Although it was possible, thinking about it with this premise might affect his judgment.

"What are these agency people doing here?" Tucker frowned puzzled.

"Wait, sir, I remembered the theft case not long ago." A young sheriff raised his hand and said, he still looked very thin, which meant that he had not been a sheriff for more than a year.

"Go on," Tucker turned to look at him.

"On the first lunar day of the scorching sun month, the day before the holy day of the Dawn Church, Mr. Tom came to report that his organist maid was missing. He suspected that the local tiefling had stolen her to do dirty things. "

"There is also the second earthy day of the scorching sun month. Baron Timmy came to report the disappearance of the two organ maids he bought to serve as his bed."

"Only these two?" Tucker frowned.

"Yes."

Tucker was deep in thought. At present, in Anda City, only Meshko Company is manufacturing warheads. The price of those warheads is so high that it is difficult for ordinary people to afford them.

People who can afford such expensive magic props generally have their own means of solving troubles. Those people look down on the Public Security Bureau from the bottom of their hearts and don't trust the Public Security Bureau.

So there are only two recorded thefts that Tucker can understand.

Now it seems that the organists here may have been stolen by others and remodeled.

Therefore, the identification code on the sale still records the former owner, but it has actually become someone else's magic item.

It seems that we still need to visit to confirm this conjecture.

Tucker thought to himself, and after all the organs had been identified, he asked the surrounding sheriffs again:

"Did you find the spy agent who was planted in the earl's house? The serial number is Jack 3 type a12, comprehensive servant type..."

Tucker reminded the other sheriffs again, and all he got was shaking his head.

"Not here? How about the search at the romantic night bar? Contact the second team quickly."

"Mr. Tucker, news came from the second group that no one was found during the romantic night, and nothing was found after searching."

"Well, maybe escaped."

Tucker heard the words and began to observe the scene.

There are quite obvious battle traces in the bar, and the cut surfaces of those headless wreckage are quite smooth, and it is obvious at a glance that they are caused by excellent quality weapons.

It looks like someone came here to defeat those organ people.

Tucker looked at the wall of the bar again. There was already a large area vacant. Bricks and gravel were scattered all over the place, obviously knocked down by violence in an instant.

He stepped over the broken wall to the outside, saw the footprints on the wall of the alley, he jumped up the wall with his feet, and easily reached the roof, as if the weight of the chain armor was Newton's joke.

Looking around, I suddenly made a new discovery. The remains of the wardens were scattered on the roofs of the surrounding buildings. After counting carefully, I felt that seven wardens could be pieced together.

It seems that those organs were defeated all the way, just when Tucker was planning to conduct a range search with these wreckages as the center.

An accident happened.

With a loud bang, the flames rose from the ground, and in the gushing flames, a round metal object flew up high, and there was a violent roar from the terrifying explosion.

The hot wind mixed with the stench of the sewer came over the face, and Tucker covered his face and nose, but a look of joy appeared on his face.

"What happened? Captain Tucker, can you see it?" The sheriff below also heard the movement and raised his head to ask Tucker.

Tucker smiled and said, "I think, I already know where Charles is."

Chapter 52 Chapter 52 The little nun's bloodlines show signs, the female mage fights against Xiao Weiwei again

In the dark sewer.

Weiwei held her own tail with one hand, and with the other hand, she blessed the Holy Emblem with a light spell.

This tail feels extremely smooth to the touch, just like the ponytail of the girl at the front desk in high school in the previous life.

But she felt quite uncomfortable with such a fluffy thing hanging on her buttocks, and the tail danced by itself from time to time, as if Weiwei and the tail were two different creatures.

What about shitting in the future?It won't be on the hair, will it?

Hey, disgusting.

Or cut it off.

However, this idea was rejected as soon as it appeared.

How can such a beautiful and smooth tail be cut off?

Seemingly influenced by her blood, Weiwei twitched her own tail, a little fond of letting it go, and began to persuade herself.

There is no rush to cut the tail, after all, the tail can still be stuffed into the skirt, and the tail is not just a ball of hair, it has bones and flesh, so why bother to pinch it.

In contrast, the thing growing on his head is called trouble.

I didn't know if it was an illusion before, but Weiwei still felt that her head was a little heavy, and when she reached out to touch it, it was hard.

Weiwei confirmed her current appearance through the vanity mirror taken out of the dimension bag. She didn't know when the Disguise Technique had expired, maybe it was lifted by the big heart.

Looking through the mirror, Weiwei discovered that a 10cm long spiral horn had grown on her forehead at some point.

"Oh, I've become a racehorse girl."

Weiwei guessed that this had something to do with absorbing the divinity of that heart.

In addition to bringing about physical changes, Weiwei also felt pieces of information emerging from her mind, like a closed library with a rich collection of books, and she just opened the door with a key today.

Without any discomfort, this piece of information was digested naturally, as if the dusty forgotten memory was picked up again and suddenly became enlightened.

Cantrips: Freezing Ray, True Strike, Mage Hand, Prestige

One Ring: Mage Armor, Sleep

In addition to these four tricks and two first-ring spells, he also gained a special ability once a day.

【Perfect Shelter】

This ability can be used in many ways, removing diseases, dispelling curses, preventing possession, and even slowing down the speed of corruption.

Most importantly, the effect strength of this ability will continue to increase as one's bloodline grows.