Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 68 No Monocle! !
Under the desolate house number of No. 8 Williams Street, two thin figures gathered together.

One of them was Yagel, who had just left Grelint's banquet, and the other was Amon Green who was hurriedly called by the delivery courier.

His bright monocle reflected an eerie light in the moonlight.

"The Tudor ruins you mentioned are here?" Green looked around enthusiastically.

He looked a little tired, as if he had hurried over from the last scene.

I don't know which poor man suffered from Amon.

The manor is overgrown with weeds, and there are only traces of trampling around the trail in the middle. It seems that even the new owner has no intention of moving in for the time being.

This may be the reason why the new owner discovered an unknown basement in the mansion.

"Yes," Yagel took out a folded document from the inside of the windbreaker and glanced at it, "It's here."

"The former property of Viscount Pound, the new owner discovered a basement and called the police after the detective's initial observation."

Well, the detective is Mr. Sherlock Moriarty again, and it looks like he's managed to corner the business around Jorwood.

However, this adds credibility to the possibility that the underground is a relic.

Even Sherlock the Fool, who could foresee the source of danger, chose to call the police, and did not explore the basement at all. The assumption that there is a crisis inside is even more tenable.

"According to my investigation, the Pound family owns many Tudor dynasty relics from the Fourth Epoch, and some of them are even Extraordinary items. The cause of death of their heirs is still unknown, and they are probably Tudor blood descendants."

"But the ruins probably didn't treat them differently."

"That's why I called you, our nobleman of the Fourth Epoch." Yagel looked at Green with a half-smile, "Mr. Amon, do you have any idea about this?"

Green, who was confronted with tit for tat, smiled.

Obviously, some foreign gods who hadn't figured out the local historical situation before went to check the information recently.

But of course he wasn't going to say anything about the rest.

As much as the other party finds out, he will say as much, and this information can become his future trading chips.

"Actually, I have to remind you. I am Amon Green, not Amon himself. At most, I am a member of the family." Monocle replied.

During the conversation, the two had walked through the abandoned garden and entered the interior of the building full of spider webs and crawling traces of snakes.

A thick layer of dust had accumulated on the furniture.

Yagel turned on the lantern in his hand: "This incident is also counted in the reward of the angel who told you last time."

"You better have nothing to hide."

Green still maintained a smiling expression: "Of course not. If you ask, I will tell."

Yagel sneered.

This old six.

Green was never telling the truth, at least not the whole truth.

When signing the contract before, the displayed name was Amon (Green), but afterwards, he also vaguely felt that there was more than one person who was bound.

There must be more than one Amon.

Maybe there is only one person in the entire Amon family, and the others are just clones or images.

Obviously, he guessed right, but the truth may be even more outrageous than his guess.

As a result of the avatar, even small flying insects in the air can be Amon.

The seemingly incongruous exploring duo marched in the villa. From a distance, it seemed that there was a ghostly light moving in the gloomy mansion.

According to the testimony in the police records, the basement where it was discovered was probably just behind the stairs to the right.

Yagel, who was walking ahead, followed the footprints in the thick dust on the ground, and came to a closed gray-white stone door, which was almost integrated with the surrounding walls.

After gently pushing away, there was only one person's footprint left in front of it, and many long and winding traces.

At the end of the light, several entangled poisonous snakes can still be faintly seen, explaining the origin of these marks.

Yager silently buckled the lantern on the belt around his waist, turned his left and right hands, and took out the cold silver blade and the gorgeous crimson gun.

He stooped into the cramped basement.

"Speaking of which, how did you find this place?" Green jumped off after him, looking around curiously, "I remember that your deposit has not yet reached the point where you can buy this place."

This is purely which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

In fact, even with the part he earned from killing Rosago, Yager's remaining savings currently do not exceed [-] pounds, which is far from being able to buy a large manor.

Ha ha.

"This is a blond-haired, bearded, priest-like angel who brought me here. His ability seems to be able to control fate. As the Amon who has survived to this day, you must know who this is?"

of course.

That's Adam.

Green's monocle flashed, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"His extraordinary skills have caused all kinds of accidents for me. It's best to pray that he won't be caught by me." Yagel continued expressionlessly.

"Is there a possibility."

"?"

"I mean, it's just a possibility. It means that you were arrested and taken to the police station, the projection was sent to the palace, and so on... all because of your own unlucky luck?"

"After all, you should be able to perceive angel-level abilities, right?"

whoosh-

Shiny silver light flashed across the dark basement, followed by the sound of buildings breaking apart.
A certain tentacle monster became angry from embarrassment.

In the deepest part of the ground, the silent Medici woke up again.

Not quite right.

The evil spirit sitting on the seat clearly realized it.

Ten days ago, when he felt this weird chill for the first time, he thought it was an accident.

But now that the second time has appeared, it means that this is not the case. Perhaps, his spirituality is really warning.

Medici put down his right hand that was originally supporting his chin, and slowly sat upright, with a look of great interest on his face with rotten bones, and looked at the long road in front of him that had been empty for several epochs.

In this era, who else will find it?

Is it the two brats who claimed to be Tudor's blood?Or the detective who was dreamed by him and didn't have any effect?Or is it the church?

It doesn't matter, just get rid of the useless ones.

If Tudor's blood was killed, he could still vent his anger on himself who had been imprisoned for thousands of years.

In front of the translucent figure of the handsome young man was a long corridor with simple decoration, covered with all kinds of shiny and strange items, like precious rubies.

They are legacy Beyonder traits.

Courtesy of all sorts of dumb interlopers.

"Da da da"

In the darkness in the distance, there was a new voice.

Even the other two awakened souls in the body, Sauron and Einhorn, didn't bother them, quietly waiting for their possible opportunity to come.

"boom!"

The bloody door was kicked open with a bang.

The dim light came from far to near, and the new one appeared was a strange young man with an indifferent expression, obvious impatience on his face, and a short knife in his hand.

In such a dark and weird basement, the other party walked forward without stopping.

Strange, and it seems that the sequence is not low.

Medici grinned.

"Welcome, interesting visitor."

Spiritual warnings don't seem to be accurate...

Before even finishing this sentence in his mind, Medici's pupils shrank suddenly!

This corpse carrying three souls has reached an unprecedented agreement, showing a frightened expression without disagreement!

Behind the young man who walked in, a faint black figure appeared again, although his face was still blurred in the darkness——

But the other party was wearing a monocle!

At that moment, Soren Einhorn Medici thought a lot.

(End of this chapter)