Stop, I'm about to become a boss!

Chapter 29: Linton the Focused

Chapter 29 Keyed Linton
"woo"

Iris rubbed her eyes and stretched slowly.

When she realized that she was leaning on Linton unknowingly, she glanced at the necromancer guiltily, and immediately touched his clothes. She was relieved when she realized that she didn't feel wet.

After looking around, Iris found that in front of the statue, the pure white book still maintained its light, the priest in blue clothes had left, and the only one who fell asleep was himself who woke up early, while the others remained Sleeping in various poses.

Or the eyebrows and eyes are curved, or the corners of the lips are smiling, it seems that they are dreaming a dream that cannot happen in reality.

—with the exception of Linton.

The face hidden under the hood was frowning and pale, as if seeing a very bad picture.

Iris was a little worried, but she didn't dare to wake him up rashly, so she poked his face carefully with her fingertips, trying to wake him up in the safest way.

However, just as his fingertips were about to touch Lin Dun, he suddenly saw that the necromancer's deep eyes were open, and her shadow was reflected in them.

Iris blinked and blinked: "This guy, doesn't he close his eyes when he sleeps? Is it because he doesn't feel safe, or..."

". Is there such a possibility that I am actually awake?"

"what?"

"Then what. I saw that your face was gray."

The girl withdrew her hand like an electric shock, and shouted embarrassingly, but Linton didn't look at her at all, but looked forward.

At the moment when his gaze was cast over, the mysterious light suddenly shattered, and all the abnormal changes in the church immediately returned to their original state, and everyone seemed to wake up from a nightmare.

"What's going on? Where's my money? Where's my gold coins piled up all over the room?"

"Where's my wife?"

"My Demonic Eyes of the Evil King!!"

"."

Iris leaned closer to Linton, her beautiful brows slightly frowned.

Even though she had never participated in such a ceremony, she realized that something was wrong.

"Didn't you say that they will forget the things in the dream? Why does it feel like they remember everything? Or... They don't think they have returned to reality at all?"

"What about you? Have you been affected?" Linton didn't answer immediately, but turned his head to look at the girl: "Do you still remember what dream you had?"

"Me? I don't remember"

Iris just wanted to say that she had no influence on the dream, but in the next second, all kinds of broken pictures were almost forced into her mind.

"woo"

The puppet girl covered her head, and managed to stabilize her mind from being shattered by the sudden information shock, but when she saw a fragment of the picture that was clearer than others, her face suddenly turned cold.

"When did you meet Wei'er?"

"Ver?" Linton asked blankly, "Who is it?"

"that is."

Iris blushed, but she didn't know how to describe it to Linton who seemed to know nothing, and finally could only spit out "nothing."

But Linton looked at her expression and guessed: "Is it something you saw in your dream?"

"Yes!" Iris moved her seat away from him, her tone was very blunt.

"Let me ask you, you said before that if you still remember the scene in your dream after waking up, it will reappear in reality. Is this definitely going to happen?"

"If this happened before the present situation, I would give you an affirmative answer, because this is a recorded fact without exception." Linton looked at the other congregants who were mentally broken as if they had fallen into madness, and said calmly, "But now, that might change."

"It's best to be like this." Iris chose to believe in the necromancer, and temporarily breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Then, she asked Linton worriedly: "We are so normal now, don't we seem a little out of place among them?"

Fortunately, her worries did not turn into reality.

The priest in blue came out from the darkness at some point.

"quiet!"

His voice was unsteady, a very strange tone, like some kind of mysterious magic.

At the moment when the words fell, everyone's complexions regained their brilliance, but their eyes were all a little dazed.

"The service is over, everyone, please go back."

The priest in blue spoke again, but this time the tone was obviously back to normal.

"Praise be to Allah!"

The congregation clasped their hands together and offered their praises. They didn't seem to realize that something unusual happened to them just now, and they left the church slowly.

Linton and Iris also took advantage of this opportunity, lowered their heads and lowered their sense of existence, and got out.

However, due to the large gap between strengths, Linton, whose intelligence was as high as 21, did not notice that the eyes of the blue warlock had been wandering around himself and Iris.

After everyone left the church, the blue warlock took out a piece of parchment and a quill, and began to write.

"Iris Lizel?" After thinking for a while, he erased the name already written on the paper and replaced it with another one.

"Lynton Crewihill."

The glow flickered, and the parchment burned instantly, but it did not disappear, but was passed on to people thousands of miles away.

After doing these things, he did not leave, but closed his eyes, waiting for a response.

His waiting didn't last too long, after about half an hour, the parchment returned to him.

The message it conveys is simple.

"Pay attention."

Beart Marvin clasped his hands together, bowed slightly, and then his figure was submerged in the surging darkness from behind.

Thousands of miles away, in a room somewhere in Farasong.

Under the dim light, the shadow of the person on the seat was stretched extremely long, the light was blurred, and it was not even possible to clearly describe every line of the book in his hand.

But he didn't care. Instead, he was still seriously flipping through the thick book, as if he was looking for some very important information.

In fact, if an outsider sees what is recorded in this book, he will be shocked.

It records the lives of many people, in every detail, and even can clearly remember what color pants they wore on a certain day in a certain year.

If you have any doubts about whose behavior, just read this book, then you will be able to find the answer.

But even so, it was difficult to untie the frown of the person on the chair.

The shadow flipped through the book, studying everything about the necromancer named "Linton Crevihill" word by word, but when he continued to turn the pages to try to find more secret information, he saw everything page blank.

He looked at the scene that shouldn't have appeared this time in astonishment, and wanted to turn back, but the text he had just seen was erased by an invisible hand at this time, as if it had never existed.

"interesting."

Throwing the "Book of True Names" aside, Shadow stretched himself, chewing the name of the necromancer in his mouth.

"Lynton Crewihill"

(End of this chapter)