Chapter 604

This is a footprint, a common footprint, but it should never appear in this ancient relic.

Loren, with wide eyes, half knelt on the muddy ground, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead. His expression had never been so shocked as at this moment.

With the blessing of the "spiritual horizon", the original clues were as intuitive as a report in front of him.

The trace is still very clear, indicating that the time when the other party appeared here is the latest; The heavy but uniform footprints are a sign of stability in the footwall. This person may have received a certain degree of training... Then the most critical one. The footprints prove that it should be a heavy winter boot.

Why do you have a pair of heavy winter boots in Bain, which is like spring all the year round and approaching the midsummer?!

Obviously, governor Byrne didn't leave it. Loren found his footprints as soon as he came in... And a mutant monster was put here. Gaspar couldn't let such a thing be known even if he was stupid.

That is to say, before myself, even recently, has anyone else ever been here?

Boots and beggars should not lie, let alone necessary, so this man entered this underground relic from other places

Who could it be?!

Why did he come here... Looking for the charge of governor Gaspar, or just a coincidence, or with the same purpose as himself?

The dark haired wizard was full of questions.

"Pa!" was another snap of fingers, and the transparent ripple expanded further.

Loren trembled slightly and suddenly looked gloomy... More traces were exposed in front of him one after another.

The scratches on the corner pillars are not ordinary weapons, but army halberds;

Footprints and blood left by touch are obviously short-term obstacles before stepping into the ruins;

Although the same footprints are messy and concentrated, there are not only one, but at least two or three people;

There was no trace of passivity in the ruins, and the cage was still intact, which proved that the other party obviously didn't find what he wanted, so he left in a hurry

The contemplative Lorraine's face was as heavy as water, only his pupils trembled constantly, and his nervous thinking made him have no time to care about him at all.

No matter how absurd the result is, no matter how bizarre the reality is, when all the impossible situations are eliminated, that is the only truth.

I don't know why, when I think of this sentence, I always feel inexplicable irony

Two... Or three... Foreigners from the north are doing things similar to themselves, searching everywhere for the traces of the blood cult and the relics of the evil god Brunhild, and found here first.

That's the only answer.

For ordinary people in this era, evil gods have long been a myth in legends. Only the church and the top of the nine pointed star wizard tower really understand these... Even if ordinary people find this relic, the possibility of making money is much higher than looking for the so-called "truth" in legends.

An enemy who absolutely doesn't want to face now is emerging from Loren's mind bit by bit.

The rebellious bishop, the apostle of the "black cross" serliol... Francis.

Could it be him?

If it's true, who's with him... What's the relationship between him and governor Gaspar?!

The chill of fear chilled Lauren, and he suddenly realized that this was not the most troublesome.

Red blood castle... It is even possible that the whole night watchmen of Bain have collectively defected and joined the blood church. In other words, the Empire probably knows nothing about the real situation of Bain, and neither the Turin family nor the governor Gaspar is stupid enough to report the truth to the Empire, which is tantamount to suicide.

In addition to the proper planning of master corona, it was better to say that the extinction of the night watchman of eboden caused the vigilance of the heavenly palace; Brandon de sallion and the imperial Legion who arrived in time resolved all potential problems in time.

What about this time?

The rebellious night watchman, the ignorant Empire, the devious governor Gaspar, the secretly planned blood cult, 13 Knight lords... And the "foreigners" lurking in the dark and also pursuing the trace of evil gods.

The expressionless black haired wizard suddenly remembered the man in red who met at the Plantagenet manor, pretending to be the night watchman of the tavern owner... His last struggle before his death made him feel familiar.

Strange recovery ability, strong void reaction, almost convulsive mutation... Especially the last almost undead, crazy attitude

Holy Blood potion... A by-product of Isaac Grantham's research, almost destroyed the entire eboden alchemy.

After Alto Bellini was killed by himself, few people really knew this thing... Of course, Loren himself was not stupid enough to give it to others, and the formula was burned clean.

The only person who may master the Holy Blood potion is Francis... In other words, if it is really the Holy Blood potion, it is almost equivalent to confirming that he is in the red blood castle at the moment!

If he is going to do the same here as last time, how can he be stopped?!

"Brenhild..."

"Huh?" Asriel tilted his head and looked at the whispering black haired wizard.

"What is the existence of this evil god called 'brenhild'?" Loren narrowed his eyes and stared at Asriel's every move: "I remember you said that you evil gods are very familiar with each other."

"Well, indeed." the boy nodded, sighed and made a very emotional expression: "brenhild... In fact, Asriel prefers to call her 'Chino' or 'Aileen'. Having so many titles is one of her characteristics."

"How to describe it? This guy is actually a little like mazka."

"Mazka?" Lauren frowned.

"Er... It's not what Lauren thought, it means the intelligence of this guy." Asriel reluctantly spread his hand: "rigid, stubborn, straight hearted and inflexible... Although there are wonderful flowers among evil gods, this guy with simple thinking is really a rare breed."

"Act rashly and foolishly. They have no resistance to new things and all sweet things. They are very stubborn while jumping off their ideas. The only thing they are good at is to screw up everything..."

"But... In terms of strength, she really deserves the title of 'goddess of war', brenhild in full state... Seriously, you'd better pray not to fight her."

The boy suddenly paused, his scarlet eyes flashed, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "Dear Loren, I know what you want to do; but as your best friend... Asriel advised you to give up this plan."

"Oh?" Lauren pretended to be silly. "I haven't said anything yet. How do you know?"

"Because Asriel is Loren's best friend..." the boy proudly raised his small nose, but soon his face became dignified again: "indeed... If we can reach an alliance with brenhild, it should be very helpful to Loren, but it's impossible!"

"No matter how rash, stupid and simple minded... She is also a real evil god. Can Loren really believe that an evil god can keep his promise and will never betray Loren... Eh?!"

The voice stopped suddenly. Asriel, with a stiff expression, opened his mouth and looked at the increasingly subtle expression of the black haired wizard.

"Go on, I'm still listening." Lauren smiled cunningly and deliberately dragged his voice for a long time: "can I really believe that an evil god can keep his promise and will never betray me?"

This is the end of being trapped in a cocoon

Looking at the boy who looked left and right, sweating and eager to speak, he cried quickly and scratched his head desperately. Although he knew that at least half of him was pretending, Loren couldn't help being happy.

Shrugging his shoulders, the proud dark haired wizard turned and left.

"Lauren, where are you going?"

"Do you need to ask?"

Stopping, the dark haired wizard glanced at Asriel behind him:

"Holy Blood potion, brenhild, Francis... Pick up the persimmon and pinch it soft first, Gaspar Wayne. It's time to let him end the curtain!"