Light and Darkness - Pitt Michael (mobi reader .TXT) 📗

Ian woke up from a coma, and the back of her head was still in pain. After a while, I gradually saw the surrounding environment. There was no window in the whole room. It was cold and wet. The walls were directly piled up from the green rock field without any decoration. Pieces of moss were scattered and water droplets dripped continuously from the ceiling. There were large and small torture instruments in the house, and the blood stains on it had turned black. It looked quite old, but the screams of the tortured people seemed to be still around. There were two torches on the opposite wall, and the shaking light made his eyes hurt. Everything in the room was swaying in the light of the fire, and it looked very cruel. The old town mayor's hands and feet were hooped in large circles in the iron rings on the wall. He struggled to miss the spell, but was severely interrupted by a sudden whip.
　　 Roger walked around the room noisily, staring at Ian gloomily. The fat man waved his hands and let all the mercenaries in the room go out to Ian. Ian wisely gave up the attempt to cast spells. The application of magic requires the power of spells, the magic symbols drawn with various gestures, and the specific spiritual power fluctuations of the caster to succeed. If Ian cannot move with both hands, only a few low-level spells can be cast. But Roger didn't seem to let him finish the spell.

　　The fat man stared at Ian bitterly. To be honest, he still had a lingering fear about the decomposition technique during the day. The five-level magic decomposition technique is not too practical, the main reason is that the success rate is not high, the general probability is around 50%. However, even if the probability is low, for Rogge, it is equivalent to gambling. If he had applied the acceleration technique in advance, and had more agility than the warrior, the one who turned into fly ash might not be the yellow dog.

　　 "Where is this place?" Ian's old voice was exhausted.

　　 "This is Cellesburg, Mr. Ian."

　　 "Why didn't you kill me?"

　　 "Because I still have a lot to ask you, Mr. Ian."

　　 "Hehehehe" Ian laughed, "Your Excellency Rogge, do you think that I will meet your requirements after having a bad year?"

　　 Seeing Roger's chest look like a bamboo, Ian's laughter gradually disappeared. "Mr. Ian, as an adventurer, you are too old. As a magician, you are too orthodox. As a mayor, you have sons and daughters. So I think you may have a hard time understanding. Sometimes death is not the best. Difficult to accept and the worst result. Maybe you are not afraid of death, but the consequences of death may not be acceptable to you. Just as now, you can die, I will not stop you." Said, Rogge opened a small iron window on the wall, and the scream of the ancient pagoda was immediately heard.

　　 "You devil! It's time to go to hell! You...you...you haven't spared my son!" Ian struggled frantically, and the iron ring was hooted by him.

"Mr. Ian, if you really want me to let go of your son, you shouldn’t perform disintegration today. Moreover, the more you delay, the more suffering Mr. Guta will suffer. You see, I’m not A very cruel person, let’s get started soon. I’m curious to know, what is the real purpose of Snow Fox’s occupation of Sellersburg?"

　　 The screams of Guta knocked on Ian's heart, the old town mayor's face was twisted, and finally began to answer questions. This idea was contributed by Franco, so that Ian only heard the tortured sound of Guta, but did not let him see the tortured situation. "Imagination is the most tormenting will." Franco summed up the plan so much.

　　 "Snow Fox is here to unearth the remains of a Necromancer. What they are looking for is said to be an angel statue."

　　 "I know this!" Roger said impatiently: "What is the statue for?"

　　 "The statue is said to hide a secret about fallen angels, and there are legends related to a big scandal in the Holy See. I know so much, let them stop!"

　　Rog pondered for a moment. He already handed over the statue of Purgatory Angel to Ofirok. Since it is such a huge amount of money that Zhou Xuezhang wants to get, it must be good. But if I can't get into the details in the first place, even if I understand it in the second place, I can't guarantee it. Everyone is guilty and guilty. The statue was handed to Ofirok, and it was called Misfortune. At that time, everything has its own golden lion. Several nobles have neither the ambition to change the dynasty, nor want to become a strong man in the mainland. Although they love money, it is not necessary for the rich armored world, and the rich armored side has become. So how do you think this statue is a hot potato, good morning.

　　 "What do you mean by the law of space?" Roger suddenly shouted.

　　Ian was startled, and his expression changed greatly, struggling and said: "I don't know what the law of space, I, I don't know!"

　　 The fat man and the old man stared at each other angrily, and the scream of Guta has been echoing indoors.

After a long time, the fat man said: "What is the secret that makes you look more important than your son? It is better to be honest. Do you really think it will last? The statue or something, I did I’m not interested. The reason why I’m catching you is because you colluded with Snow Fox to try to frame Lao Tzu. And the Lao Tzu must have revenge. Since you can’t kill us, you have to die. There is another reason for this. The law of space. For the sake of the same master, I finally advise you once, but I said it well."

　　 Ian's mouth twitched, her teeth clenched her lips tightly, and blood ran down. His eyes closed, and two murky tears shed silently, and he refused to speak anymore, even if he died.

　　Roger gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, how long can you bear it? Lens! Did you come back?"

Lens's yin and yang sound came in from the window: "Of course, this little thing, my old man has shot, and he hasn't got it yet? Hahaha! Come, chick, let me old man try, feel good! Big, really big!!!" Then a cry from the young woman came again.

"Fila!!" Ian opened her eyes fiercely, snarling like a beast, "You beasts! God will punish you! You will go to hell, and you will be burned by karma forever. !!!"

Rogge looked as usual and said: "You know, I will know the secret of the law of space sooner or later. Maybe this is a secret for you, but maybe it will become a common sense in the future. Do you refuse to say it? Well, although you are still dying, at least your son and daughter can keep it."

　　 The sound of tearing cloth came from next door, accompanied by Fira's cry and Lens's laugh.

　　Roger looked at Ian quietly.

　　 The firelight shakes more and more, and everything in the house looks more miserable and strange.

Lens's voice came again: "Roger, the old guy still refuses to say yes? Not to say the best, her daughter is really skinny, hehe, if you don't go, it will be cheaper for me! "

　　Fila's sharp cry almost broke through Roger's eardrum, then Lens gasped like a cow.

　　 The door opened, and Franco came in. He frowned and said, "This Lens, is always so unsatisfactory. I can't understand you. Is there any need for such a big deal for the law of space?"

　　Roger said lightly: "I am determined to win."

Franco shook his head and sighed: "No matter what, I will help you, but you don't make things out of control." He turned his head, stared at Ian for a while, and said in a low voice : "Old guy, it's better to say it now, don't let us use the last trick."

　　 Time goes by, only pain becomes the eternal theme.

　　As Lens roared with complacency, the surroundings fell silent, and the screams of Guta did not know when it stopped.

　　The three people in the prison room froze for a while.

　　Roger sighed and suddenly shouted: "Old guy! Do you have to watch your children commit a major crime and burn in eternal fire in hell after death?!"

　　Ian was struck by lightning, his gray hair fell off, and the old voice seemed extremely empty and powerless: "Lord, forgive your servants for having to trade with the devil."

　　 He raised his head, his eyes were clouded, there was no expression, but he was already blind: "I tell you everything I know about the laws of space..."

　　 The next door was also quiet, only Fila's low sobbing echoed.

　　Lens and Kate came in, and the scums stood still.

　　 Ian's old voice echoed in the empty prison room, as if the flame could not restrain the pleasure of listening to privacy, frantically, struggling, seemed to jump from the torch to the center of the room.

　　 "200 years of the sacred calendar, when Pope Paddick received the oracle of the god and rushed to the top of the Bies Mountains, I saw the meteor falling from the sky, and there seemed to be a figure in the fire..."

　　Meteor fell to the ground, flames rose up to the sky, where the flame passed, the ice and snow that had not been melted for a long time at the top of the peak were instantly evaporated to cleanness. Everything within ten miles of the radius is reduced to nothing, leaving only a deep black giant pit. The rocks around the ground have been melted, leaving a glassy crystal.

　　Although tens of miles away from the place where the meteor fell, the shock wave of space energy still caused Padick to stand indefinitely. He was horrified under his heart. With himself as the pope, his bright mana reached the 16th level of strength, and it was so far apart that he could not stand still only by the aftermath of energy. How huge is the energy of this meteor.

　　Padik waited for the energy shock wave to pass, before propping up his staff and struggling towards the crater. The old pope came alone all the way. It has been more than half a month in the mountains. Although he has deep mana and can fly flying for a while, he is exhausted to this day.

　　 blinked from afternoon to dusk, and the old pope climbed to the bottom of the crater. Although the Holy Church 500 years ago is not as powerful as it is today, there are also millions of believers, and the pope already has his own pope kingdom. Even if the life of the old pope on weekdays is not luxury, it will not be worse than the king of a small country. Why have you suffered such hard work? The old pope's red robe was ragged, the crown was crooked to the side, and his face was all bruised. At the end, the footsteps were vain, and a heel rolled over before reaching the destination.

At the bottom of the pit, an extremely delicate and gorgeous disc floated in the air, and a subtle golden band of light fluttered around the disc. The center of the disc was engraved with text with insignificant meaning, and it was surrounded by a circle of purple gold and thin Looking closely, it is painted with extremely fine patterns, which seems to be a magic