Chapter 53

Byron looked at the elf walking this way in astonishment, and said, "Master?"

He was very surprised.

From the history he knew, the four original witches seemed to be the only ones who could make the elves call them masters, right?

But it can't, just less than a road away in front of them, there must be an original witch who descended from a dream in the bookstore.

"The envoys favored by my lord are qualified to represent the will of my lord."

Doris turned her head to look at Byron, squinted her eyes and smiled and said, "The people of the Truth Society are really becoming more and more ignorant. Is it the kindness of our Lord that gives you the courage to be ignorant, or is your curiosity already overwhelmed?" Your mind was blown, and you dared to spy on the existence of my lord."

Byron was wearing the standard scholar robe of the Truth Society, which could be recognized at a glance.

He is no stranger to this kind of tone and tone. This is a typical firm believer, and everything is centered on his "lord".

Not only formal religions like the Dome Church, but when some fanatics in the Truth Society talk about the greatness of knowledge, they will also fall into this state.

And the huge ether on the opposite elf's body was as dazzling as a torch, exuding a dangerous aura unabashedly.

Byron's senses that had been inexplicably blinded instantly woke up, and the growing curiosity shrank back instantly. After a daze, cold sweat broke out on his back in an instant.

What happened to him just now?

Look at what he wanted to do just now. Regardless of Mr. Joseph's dissuasion, even arguing with the other party, he rashly went to an area listed as Level I by the Secret Ritual Tower. Even if he had ten lives, it was not enough for this curiosity to squander.

Byron was confused and scared, and he swore that he didn't intend to do this in the first place.

Although he is the person in charge sent by the Truth Society, he has no combat effectiveness and is purely responsible for recording.

For the battle between the two Destroyer Levels, the leader of the investigation should of course be Joseph, who also has the strength of the Destroyer Level and is a former glorious knight.

But for some reason, he just got hotheaded...

Byron glanced at the quiet bookstore in fear, and saluted with a smile: "No, no, I'm very sorry, please forgive me, I just want to do my duty, investigate the matter thoroughly and report it, that's all, Your Lord is so merciful that I believe he will not argue with an ignorant seeker."

He has already discovered that this elf is the true master of the battle just now.

That being the case, it is enough to figure out what happened.

As for the bookstore...it's too dangerous!

Doris smiled and said, "You should be lucky."

She walked up to the two of them and said: "For some reason, these black wizards suddenly appeared and were about to cast the destructive spell 'Extreme Sun Death Light' on the bookstore and its surroundings. I stopped them and killed them. That's all. That's all."

Joseph took a step to the side, stood in front of Byron, and asked, "What do you think they are doing?"

In his mind, he added a note to the information of the owner of the bookstore.

Judging from this incident, the black wizards of the Red Sect launched three attacks at the same time, all of which were aimed at the existence that caused huge obstacles to their actions, which can be regarded as a large-scale counterattack.

The battlefield here is just one of them.

In the past half a month, under the investigation of the Truth Society and the Secret Ritual Tower, the hidden strongholds of the Red Sect and the White Wolf were destroyed one by one, and the room for survival gradually shrank.

But the place where they hid the eggs of the magic mirror has never been revealed.

On the one hand, they are cautious in their actions. Once they succeed, they immediately open the portal and retreat, never staying for a while.

Even if someone is caught, they basically commit suicide immediately.

Although the Red Sect is not a sect, their behavior style seems to be all fanatics.

On the other hand, it is because the coffin of "Prayer" Murphy keeps creating resurrected people.

There are a large number of these resurrected puppets. Although their overall strength is relatively low, they still cause a lot of trouble for follow-up investigations.

This time the concentrated counterattack was aimed at the hunter organization "Spider" that the white wolf split off from.

Because "Mouse" Ryan's intelligence network was intercepted by them before, and they are very familiar with the composition of the White Wolf. kill.

And the last thing left is the daily counter-siege against the Secret Ritual Tower and the Truth Society.

Only this time it was more violent.

Just thinking about it, the hatching of the magic mirror egg should have reached the final stage, so the final carnival began.

But I didn't expect that it was not the bottom that had problems with this operation, but the top, and it was the top.

The supreme leader, "Prayer" Murphy, died directly in this sure-fire battle.

From this point of view, the owner of the bookstore must have done something excessive to them if they would be targeted by the Red Sect.

And now, he asked his subordinates to directly kill the leader of the Chijiao.

The owner of the bookstore, this is the choice to stand on their side!

Doris smiled beautifully and gently, and she could see that the knight in front of her wanted to protect the young man behind her.

She tilted her head, showing a distressed look: "How would I know this? Shouldn't I ask you? I just came to Nuojin on behalf of the Iris family, and saw my lord's envoy encounter these thugs inexplicably." Shouldn't the attack be counterattacked?"

"Besides, I helped you stop these thugs. Not only are you not grateful, but you are also aggressively planning to interrogate them. Is this how Nuo Jin treats guests?"

Joseph moved his prosthetic limbs and nodded: "I admit that we mishandled this matter. In fact, I am very grateful and respectful to the owner of this bookstore. He once lent me a book and solved the problems that bothered me. After a long time of trouble, if it is not inconvenient today, then I will definitely visit him now."

Byron hurriedly said: "Now that everything is clear, we can go back and report back. Thank you for your contribution to Nuo Jin. The truth will thank you."

Before he finished speaking, the communicator on his body suddenly rang.

Byron picked it up and looked at it. His pupils shrank, and he immediately injected ether connection. He took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Vice President."

"Yes. Byron, give the communicator to the great sage of the Iris family."

Byron immediately handed it over carefully and looked at Doris.

Doris squinted her eyes and received it. The voice on the other side of the communicator was old but powerful: "Taoris, I haven't seen you for three hundred years. Are you okay?"

"Andrew?"

...

Nuojin Central District, Truth Society Office.

The pure white marble building is elegant and gorgeous, and the smooth and shiny floor can even be clearly seen. The area from the center to the front desk is extremely wide, while sofas, chairs, coffee tables, and whiteboards are arranged on both sides, which are discussion areas one by one.

The complex thirteen-story building is like a combination of a huge teaching building and a library.

In the hollowed-out patio in the center, a specimen of an ancient dragon's corpse is sealed in glass as a landscape for people to visit.

At this moment, in a luxuriously decorated office on the top floor, the scene looks a bit like an activity center for the elderly.

Two old men were sitting opposite each other, with a game of chess on the coffee table in the middle.

"I didn't expect the Iris family to appear again."

One of the old men turned his head and muttered, looking at Andrew, the vice president of the Truth Society who was on the phone on the balcony: "The former crush suddenly appeared, but unfortunately, the former good young man has now become an old man."

"Be careful that your alchemy funding will be deducted."

Another old man lowered his head and teased in a low voice, then stretched out his hand to move a chess piece, and said, "Wilde's bounty has been accepted, and there will be a large expenditure. Your messy research project will be put on hold."