From Witcher to Lord of the Empire

After collecting the materials, everyone began to study the next step.

Geralt scanned the room with his witcher senses, and said to Lan: "My witcher senses tell me there is something wrong with this altar, but I don't know what it is. Maybe this is not the way to the laboratory, Shall we take a look around?"

Lan En has been patiently waiting for the two to squeeze out the remaining value of the gargoyle. At this time, he pointed to the altar and said, "Do you think the shape of the altar looks like the feet of this gargoyle?"

Geralt froze, this was a direction he had never thought of. After all, the gargoyle's feet are not magic materials, and he never thought that this thing could be useful.

Who would use the feet of a gargoyle as a mechanism for a normal person?

He squatted down and tried to break off the gargoyle's foot, but the gargoyle's foot, which had lost its magical connection, was easily removed.

Sure enough, there is a mechanism!

Geralt looked at Lann with a complicated expression, and suddenly said: "I suddenly have a feeling that you are very familiar with this ruin. Before you set off, you prepared the bomb in advance, and specially asked me to make moon dust and anti-mogium. Bombs, ordered the soldiers to be familiar with various weapons; after entering this ruins, they knew the organs of some key places well.

But you seem to be visiting this place for the first time again, and the strangeness and familiarity appear on you at the same time. This makes me feel very awkward. "

Should I sigh that he deserves to be a white wolf? What a keen insight.

Lan shrugged, he couldn't say that he visited this place in his previous life.

"I have my information channel, and it seems that the information I have obtained is of high quality. Wouldn't it be easier to explore the ruins?"

It's really nice to explore the ruins a little easier. Geralt nodded, without further questioning, turned around and put the gargoyle's foot on the altar.

There was a sound of machine springs and stone rubbing that I had heard many times today, and the altar slowly descended, and then the house began to blow violently.

Everyone looked around and saw nearly ten portals suddenly appeared in the front, back, left, and right, including the second floor of the hall.

Unlike the golden-yellow-framed portals temporarily opened by druids before, these portals exude a faint blue light, and the center is also pitch black.

If you only observe from this side, it is impossible to perceive the situation on the other side of the portal.

Geralt's face was embarrassing, and he was dizzy just looking at these portals, and he felt dizzy in his mind:

"Lan, did your information channel explain this situation?"

The druid didn't have any bad feelings about these portals. Instead, he was full of surprise: "How much magic power is needed to maintain these. Professor Thomas Molu is worthy of his reputation!"

Lan En is also very familiar with this scene, after all, this is the decryption level that made him embarrassed for a long time. It's a pity that he can't fully remember the complexity of this level. He only has a rough idea of ​​how to clear the level in his mind:

"The portal on the first floor is connected to the second floor, and only one of the portals on the second floor can connect to our destination—Professor Molu's laboratory. The other portals will send people back to the first floor."

Listening to Lan's narration, the witcher's brows frowned. How many portals does this take?

"However, there are too many of us, so we just have to try one by one - Geralt can rest for a while and you'll be fine - everyone will choose a different portal to go in later. Whoever arrives at the laboratory first will come back and take the others in immediately, understand? ?”

"yes!"

The crowd quickly dispersed, each choosing a portal to enter.

Lann took a deep breath, looked at the deep darkness with blue light in front of him, closed his eyes and slammed into it.

After a brief period of dizziness, Lann opened his eyes.

As far as the eye could see, there was a brightly lit room in front of him.

He was surprised because what he saw was completely different from what he had imagined.

The room was large, and there was a broken wooden table near Lane, on which were placed some experimental equipment that Lane could not understand. There was a human statue of a wizard standing against the wall, and there were several fragments of the statue on the ground. It seemed that their owners didn't care about them.

There is an upward staircase on the left and right sides of the room, and there is another downward staircase looking forward. Obviously, this room has more than one floor.

This is... Thomas Molu's laboratory, so easy to get in?

Lan En was surprised. Theoretically speaking, shouldn't a portal on the second floor connect here? Why did it come here directly?

And then, Lan was even more surprised, because he seemed to hear the neighing of the black wind.

…………

Toussaint, the capital, Beauclair, at night.

The lone moon hangs high, and the night wind is biting. From time to time, one or two crows flitted in the air, croaking and disturbing.

Tombstones stand tall in the cemetery, and there are weeds that can't be removed no matter how you take care of them. The bouquets that family members offer during the day have long been crushed into petals, and the tributes have long been crushed by small animals and birds. Birds share food.

There is a big tree in the center of the cemetery. I don't know if it is because of the geographical location that it looks extraordinarily strong and tangled.

House and Ace leaned against the tree to rest. They had just checked the tombstones in most of the cemetery, and they came here to take a rest. The four soldiers dispersed to screen the names on the remaining tombstones one by one.

Dikon Paul, Quinn Mason, Edson Jafari... But there is no one who is the target of this mission-Thomas Molu.

Ace muttered: "You said, is it possible... the Earl is wrong?"

House rolled his eyes and shot back: "I think you are wrong for having this idea. There are still some things that haven't been checked here. Let's get up after a while and continue."

Ace pointed to the busy soldiers under the moonlight: "Aren't there still them?"

House got up and said: "I don't worry about them. Only when I have seen them with my own eyes can I be sure that there are no omissions."

Ace couldn't stand his friend's stubbornness, so he pouted and followed.

After another half an hour of busy work, the moonlight became brighter and brighter with the passage of time, but the hearts of the two gradually sank.

All tombstones have been checked.

"This is the city cemetery. If it doesn't exist here, it might be in a mass grave outside the city." Ace sighed, "Isn't that Thomas Molu a warlock? He is almost as honorable as a Mossac advisor , can you just find a place to bury yourself?"

House shook his head: "I can't tell. Didn't the druids say that they don't even have tombs? They just 'return to nature'. It's normal that there are a few warlocks with weird tempers."

"It's so weird that you can't ruin your own corpse like this?" Ace said angrily, "If you go to investigate the mass grave, it won't be a day or two."