Mystery: Outlander Gods of Bloodborne

Chapter 93 The Workshop and the Coming Witch
The brick-and-stone garden towers above the boundless world. Looking out from the steps where the black-haired youth stood, all he could see was the endless gray and black stretching straight under the blood moon.

The highest point seems to be a building similar to a clock tower, its spire almost touching the scarlet disc in the sky.

But the fog made everything blurry.

Yagel looked sideways: "What is there?"

It does look familiar, yet eerie, as if the vague buildings were supposed to be elsewhere.

But the memory seems to have completely crashed, unable to provide any clues.

".Does the Healing Church belong there too?"

After a moment of silence, he couldn't help but add something.

The weapons and blood syringes at his fingertips are his main sources of knowledge about his past.Apparently, the name of this church is mentioned repeatedly in it, as the maker of many items.

Miss Doll's flawless and perfect jaw tensed slightly: "Yes, kind hunter."

"But I'm sorry, I can't tell you further news, and your existence may undergo unknown changes."

"I don't want to ruin your original plan."

"Would you like to go into the workshop and have a look? It has been kept the same. Perhaps, you would like to draw some new inspiration from yourself before the victory."

She politely declined the hunter's inquiry.

Miss Doll's dark golden eyelashes trembled slightly, setting off her blue eyes sparkling.If someone who was familiar with her in the past saw it, she would feel that this lady was unconsciously guilty.

However, it won't bother you.

After all, Miss Puppet is a puppet, so what selfishness can she have?

She folded her arms, as always, and watched her hunter.

"Okay." Yagel, who was ignorant of this, sighed and did not continue to ask.

Miss Doll bowed gracefully in front of him, and walked up the steps of the only building in the center of the garden.After returning a salute, the black-haired young man followed behind her.

The room that has not been visited for many years finally ushered in its owner again.

The decoration of the workshop is similar to that of the nobles in Backlund. From the entrance, the dark red carpet is rolled out all the way inward, extending to the smooth carved goddess statue at the end.

In front of the statue, there is a gorgeous wooden altar covered with the same crimson rune cloth as the ground.Countless pure white candles were burning on the table, surrounding a large area of ​​dried blood in the center, exuding a strange aura.

On the left and right walls, there are all kinds of weapons hanging, including silver bows and arrows, and wide and thick scabbards with complicated patterns.

Behind the dark black storage box at the entrance is a workbench full of exquisite tools, and there are even a few dark red gemstones on it, exuding a unique texture.

A pure black windbreaker stained with dark red blood was draped over the seat.

Everything reveals the breath of life.

It seems that the owner of the house started an ordinary day, but there is something urgent, and he put down the things in his hand, ready to pack up after going out.

Then, never came back.

Without exception, they brought Yagel strong emotions.

Is it sadness, or is it nostalgia?
This seems to be the hometown that failed to return on time.

The bright black eyes of the black-haired young man dimmed slowly, and a long-lasting emotion surged into his heart, making him unconsciously feel a sense of loss, thinking of his possible past.

Why did the hunter who ended the nightmare by hunting monsters become a new life form?
After the victory came an ending that even I didn't expect.

"Good hunter, all your original items are stored here. Past runes can be replaced at the altar, and weapons can also be modified on the workbench."

"Hopefully, this helps you find value in the waking world."

The puppet lady softly introduced the furnishings in the room, then stood quietly aside, waiting for the hunter's action.

Just like in the past.

On the outskirts of Backlund, the prince's mansion.

After the Great Smog in the East End, Prince Edsack fell victim to the action, just as the royal family had planned.But the difference is that because the royal family and the witch sect did not succeed, they were not killed in a hurry, but were put under house arrest and waited for the next use.

But Triss Cheek didn't want to end up like that.

In the resplendent bedroom of the manor, Triss paced anxiously around the room, waiting for her prepared rescue.

"Do you really think you can succeed?" Prince Edesak asked in a low voice while leaning on the bed, watching her.

"You've asked this question a dozen times! I told you, I've already planned it." Triss glared at him irritably, her beautiful eyes glowing with anger, "Otherwise, what else can we do? You The prince has no power, the royal family and the witch sect are ready to abandon us, and the next incident will be our death."

"Do you really want to comfort each other with me in the manor and wait to die?"

When Edessaac Augustus heard this, his expression was uncontrollably distorted and embarrassed.

After all, who would have thought?

Before the smog incident ended, the princess he fell in love with told him that she was a man! !
male? !
On the storm, he never thought he would be good at fencing!

Thinking of the disbelief and shock when he heard it at the time, Edsack still feels suffocated for a while.

The original "he chased him and fled" took on a bad color.

"Cough, I just think that the rescue you want to rely on is not reliable. After all, we can't predict the high-sequence thinking. Maybe in their eyes, we are just some useful consumables." Edsack coughed Cover up your embarrassment.

But this only made Triss chill: "Don't talk to me like that! I told you, I'm not a woman!"

"As for the rescue, you don't have to worry about it. I have my own Extraordinary items as a backup plan. Even if that high-sequencer isn't going to help me, I can at least escape Backlund."

"For the sake of you wanting to let me go, I will try to come back and help you."

At the end, her tone was a little awkward.

As Tris, the instigator and criminal, he never expected to form a friendship or cooperation with another person.

In this warm room where the two had rolled countless times, the two looked at each other silently, with complex emotions in their eyes.

The door was knocked at this time.

"Miss Chick, it's me, Talim." A low male voice came from outside the door.

Triss suddenly broke away from the stare, thinking about what she had done, her face was a little ugly.Avoiding Edsack's sight, he quickly dragged out his suitcase from under the coffee table.

"I'm going. Watch out for yourself."

She pressed the brim of her hat on her head, wore a plain linen overalls, quietly opened the door and walked out.

Edesak quietly stared at her leaving back.

(End of this chapter)