Why do you want to call me

Soon a red mist was seen.

Alisa was slightly taken aback, because she seemed to feel a familiar atmosphere from inside.

This is……

Extreme devil girl!

In an instant, the aura around Alisa suddenly became endlessly cold.

Even though the woman and the little girl were wearing thick clothes, they couldn't help shivering.

The corner of Alisa's mouth curled up a bit, unexpectedly, she found a trace of her here.

Unexpected joy.

She cooperated with the potion and finally let the man get rid of the mind control to a certain extent.

The man was sweating profusely, and sat weakly on the ground.

"Now can you tell me, why are you spying on me?"

Listening to the indifferent voice, he looked at Alisa with awe and gratitude.

"My lord, thank you for freeing me from this nightmare."

"It's not about monitoring one person, it's about monitoring all the people who are sensitive."

As he spoke, he wanted to take something out of his pocket.

But when he touched it, his expression changed.

"Is it this one?"

Alisa took the thing out of her pocket and threw it in front of him.

"Yes, my lord."

"As long as it lights up and vibrates...like it does now."

"We would take a note of where these people were active and report to a person."

"And those two women..."

"It's the person whom the priest of the Twilight Sect is looking for by name."

Chapter 280 Prologue

"Name your name..."

"Yes, my lord, although I don't know why, but the priest asked us to find them..."

The man lowered his head, said cautiously with his back on his back, and pointed at the mother and daughter at the same time.

"The priest used some method to imprint their appearance in my mind..."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

Alisa squinted and looked at each other calmly.

The man felt that the pressure on his back was getting heavier and heavier, as if there was a heavy weight on it.

"When did that priest ask you to find them?"

"Okay, it seems... a few days ago."

a few days ago...

That was the time when he and the witch devoured each other.

A faint guess appeared in Alisa's heart.

She looked at the overwhelmed mother and daughter, not knowing what was going on in her eyes.

……

In a dim room, there are several figures.

One of them seemed to feel something, and his gaze was cast towards his arms.

The middle-aged man felt the trembling Gospel book in his arms, and his eyes froze.

Because the Gospel actually warned himself that the mental control he exerted on the believers under his hands has been cracked! ?

He suddenly found something, it seems that this Gospel is not very reliable...

The middle-aged man frowned tightly, and then explained to the people in front of him.

"Next, go and get in touch with some warlocks who are willing to use us. It doesn't matter what level they are."

"We have also detected traces of some warlocks these days, you asked them to spread some of these news..."

"Understand..."

After he finished speaking, he walked to the other side.

And over there, a man was bowing down and waiting for the middle-aged man.

From the looks of it, it was the subordinate who he had asked to buy a steam rifle.

"Master Sacrifice, you are here."

The middle-aged man looked at the somewhat empty place beside him, with only a few boxes on the ground.

He asked in a low voice to his subordinates.

"What about things? Is that all there is?"

The subordinate suddenly felt as if he was under extremely strong pressure, and his body could not help but tremble slightly.

"This... my lord."

"Due to the extremely complicated manufacturing process of this steam rifle, the businessman said that at least in the Ottoman Empire, there was no such condition for manufacturing it."

"That's why they also want to sell us a large amount, but the only thing that can sell us now is some leftover goods..."

He said expectantly, his eyes wandering here and there, not daring to face the increasingly powerful priest in front of him.

"So how many are there?"

The middle-aged man pressed his gaze on this subordinate, and asked in a deep voice.

"73!"

"My lord priest, it's 73!"

"Because these merchants didn't bring many, we can only buy 73 now..."

Under the constant pressure of the middle-aged man, his subordinates seemed to have seen the image of his own blood spilling from his throat, and he quickly knelt down and begged for mercy.

"73..."

The middle-aged man's complexion was a little uncomfortable. He felt that the number was much different from what he had imagined. ....

In this way, some of my own arrangements will lose their effect.

Not a big deal though.

73, if they are all of that power, then it should be enough.

So far, it has only been solved by gathering those warlocks together.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, calmed down his aura, and then explained to his subordinates.

"You now go and inspect those steam rifles for damage, and pick some witty

people are familiar with it. "

"I will be useful after training at that time."

"I understand, I understand..."

The subordinate hurriedly nodded in response, and then got up to do things according to the priest's request.

Seeing his figure running away in a hurry, the eyes of the middle-aged man became deeper and deeper.

He walked around the room slowly thinking, feeling faintly uneasy about the person who lifted the mind control.

Are you going to find him yourself?

After thinking about it for a while, the middle-aged man gave up this plan.

As long as the mind control is not released on a large scale, it is not a big deal if only one person is released.

Those believers only know what they are doing, they don't know the whole plan at all.

It doesn't matter if you say it.

The most important thing now is to find the family.

However, the prerequisite for finding the family is to mend the Gospel.

The middle-aged man locked himself in a dark room, and he could no longer bear the feeling of suffering.

pain, unbearable...

"Bang bang bang!!"

In an instant, countless sounds resounded in the room.

A little blood was splashed on the face of the middle-aged man, but his eyes were full of madness.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

After a series of beatings, his hands were finally bloody.

He took a deep breath and slumped on the ground weakly.

At this moment, his thoughts were a little scattered, and for a moment he thought of what happened after he found his family.

What should I do after I find my family...

If I follow what I have done before, the empire will not let me go anyway.

The middle-aged man suddenly became alert.

Should he consider the way out...

But my family members have not been found yet, and if I want to find them, I must restore the Gospel...

The middle-aged man's mind seems to have fallen into a strange zone.

In his arms, the Gospel was trembling slightly.

……

"Boom boom boom..."

In the dead of night, there was an urgent knock on the door.

Then an old voice asked from the room.

"who is it?"

"it's me."

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open by a bony hand, and an old face appeared behind the door.

"Huh? How come you have time?"

He first looked at the person in front of him in surprise, and then looked behind him.

There was clearly nothing behind him.

"Come in now."

"Good."

He flashed into the room, and then closed the door softly.

"What did you come to see me for?"

The old voice continued to ask, with a sense of vigilance at the same time.