My cemetery is connected to the game world

The next day, Helot felt that there were subtle changes in the Mass Industrial Park. He used homemade instruments to detect throughout the park and found that there were strong fluctuations of sacred energy underground throughout the park. Based on experience, we can guess that underground experiments have entered a very critical stage.

He deliberately sneaked into the underground to investigate, but the guards around him were following closely, and the security strength of the park was several levels higher than usual, so the underground must also be heavily guarded.

There is no need to expose yourself to danger for an unknown divine creature.

I worked until four o'clock in the afternoon when the old sailor I met yesterday sent me a message.

He contacted the people from the Comosa Resistance Army and made an appointment to meet at the caravan in Sharp Stone Lane at six o'clock tonight.

The caravan belongs to a wandering troupe. Everywhere they go, they set up a huge tent and perform vaudeville, circus, and erotic plays in it. In places where entertainment is scarce, caravans are the favorite place for people at the bottom. Especially at night, it is a mixed bag of people and is suitable for doing shady things.

However, Helot didn't intend to go to the appointment in person. He didn't trust a cunning sailor.

In the evening, Helot sorted out the information collected during the day as usual.

A bat quietly flew out of the park.

Under the rays of the setting sun, Jianshi Alley is extremely lively. The caravan's performance not only attracted large crowds of spectators, but also various vendors. People shuttle here and enjoy the cheap drinks and food here with their day's work income. There are also many scantily clad girls there who are posing and pulling the men who have negotiated a good price into the temporary shack set up behind them.

Bresini, who was wearing a smock and a hood, walked among the crowd in a low-key manner.

I bought a ticket and got into the big tent.

A trapeze was being performed on the middle stage, and several seals were clapping cutely below. The clown performed his antics diligently, frequently arousing laughter from the audience.

Bresini observed the audience surrounding the stage and immediately saw the old sailor with the master's magic mark on his body.

He stood far away from the stage, holding a bottle of wine and drinking heavily.

Bresini did not rush over to join him. She stood still and continued to observe, sensing that there were many capable guys near the old sailor. Moreover, their attention was not on the performance on the stage, but they kept looking at the old seaman's position.

The master’s prediction was right!

A man who can betray his friends will certainly betray a stranger without hesitation.

As for how to complete the master's task, Bresini thought about it casually and came up with a solution.

She grabbed the hand of a very strong man next to her, slapped him on the face, and scolded him: "What are you touching? Dirty guy, go home and touch your ass."

After saying that, he kicked the man to the ground.

There was laughter all around.

The man got up, his face red with anger, and he rushed towards Bresceni with his fists waving.

Bresini dodged deftly, raised her toes, tripped the other person to the ground, and punched the third person in the waist. In the chaos, they didn't know who hit them, so they punched and kicked the people around them.

In a short period of time, the inside of the marquee became chaotic. Even the actors on the stage stopped performing and shouted for support.

The people Finch ambushed here were also distracted by the sudden chaos. When they remembered their mission and turned to look at the old crew member, they found that he was no longer there.

Damn it!

Lost another one.

At this moment, the old crew member was walking alone on a secluded road. He looked confused and confused, and it looked like he had been under a psychedelic spell.

Turning into a more hidden narrow alley, the old crewman shivered and gradually regained consciousness.

"I...where am I? I should be..."

The old crew member realized something and immediately turned around to escape, but the only way out behind him was blocked by a black shadow.

"Who are you?"

"I'm... not a human!" Bressini lifted her hood, her eyes were blood red, and her fangs protruded from the corners of her mouth.

"Suck, vampire..." The old crew member backed away in fear, but soon his back hit a damp wall: "No, don't suck my blood."

Bresini stepped forward: "You gave me your blood in vain, but I didn't even drink it. You asked my master to meet, but you set an ambush at the meeting place. Can you explain it?"

The old crew member had sweat pouring from his forehead, and he secretly cursed himself for being too greedy. Knowing that the other party was a necromancer, he should have been more cautious.

"I'm sorry, actually... I was also forced." The old crew member quickly made up a reason: "I helped your master make an appointment with the rebels. They wanted to arrest your master. If I don't cooperate, they will You will kill me. Please forgive me. I am so old and I won’t survive much longer without you taking action.”

Bresini looked at the old crew member with disdain: "No matter what you say is true or false, I will not kill you. Since the time has been agreed with the resistance, my master will definitely meet them.

The other party ambushed so many people, so the leader's level must be very high. "

The old crew member breathed a sigh of relief, and then replied: "I don't know what level he is, but the resistance here listens to him."

Bresini took out a black wooden box and handed it to the old crew member: "Give this to the other party's leader."

The old crew member took it and asked, "What is this?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't know."

A black mist rose under Bressini's feet, and after the mist dissipated, she disappeared.

The old crew member was at a loss as he held the wooden box. It belonged to the undead. Who knew what curse was inside.

But he didn't dare to throw it away. He knew that the vampire just now must be watching him somewhere, and if he didn't send it there, he would die.

Send it out quickly and leave Miracle Island overnight!

The old crew member ran back to the caravan and was caught by the rebels and escorted to Finch.

Finch asked with an ugly face: "Where have you been? Is it all your lies? You don't know any necromancer at all, so you ran away!"

The knife was held to the old crew member's neck.

The old crew member quickly explained: "I, I didn't escape, a vampire captured me!"

vampire!

"The necromancer didn't show up, and you said you were captured by a vampire..." Finch's murderous intent made his face look ferocious: "Then you appeared in front of me intact, how can I believe you."

The old crew member said loudly: "Your men were too stupid, and the necromancer discovered the ambush. He created chaos and let the vampire capture me. But the necromancer said that this appointment is still valid, and the vampire asked me to give this to you. "

The old crewman handed over the wooden box, and Finch instinctively backed away.

Although he has never seen a real necromancer, legends of the undead always appear together with diseases, curses, and bad luck, which makes him unavoidably afraid.

Finch was afraid to take the wooden box and ordered one of his men to bring it over.

The man had a grimace on his face, but he didn't dare to disobey the order, so he could only accept the wooden box in pain.

"Open!" Finch took a few steps back.

The men holding the wooden box looked at the others pleadingly, but no one dared to step forward and open the lid. Feeling Finch's murderous gaze, he could only hold the wooden box in his arms with one hand, slowly opened the lid with the other hand, and then closed his eyes in despair.

A puff of black smoke came out of the box, then coalesced into a half-length ghost.

"It seems that my prediction was accurate." Helot spoke through the ghost messenger: "The old drunkard sold me, I don't know how much he sold me for?"

Finch seemed to have no ill intentions when he saw the ghost, and his heart calmed down: "One hundred gold pounds coupon." "Less!"

Finch said: "I think it's missing too! Master, can you introduce yourself first and let me know who you are or who you represent?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. This meeting is just to seek answers to a few questions."

Finch: "Why should I answer your question."

"If you don't want to answer the questions, then this meeting will be meaningless... Goodbye!"

The ghost messenger dissipated into black smoke and got back into the box.

Finch was very speechless, why did he just leave... I still have many questions to ask you!

"Please wait a moment."

Black smoke came out and gathered into a ghost shape again: "It seems that I can ask questions."

"You ask! But in exchange, you must also answer my questions."

"Fair enough." Helot asked: "What is the relationship between your resistance forces and the torturers?"

Finch asked doubtfully: "Tortureholder, what is that?"

"Is this your problem?"

Finch hurriedly said: "No, it's not. I don't know what the relationship between the torturer and the resistance is. Maybe my level is not enough. Does this answer satisfy you?"

"Satisfied! You can ask questions now."

Finch asked: "Why did you rescue Liya?"

"Do you need a reason to save people?"

Finch didn't believe it: "There are so many people who need to be saved on Miracle Island, why her?"

"Because I can save whoever I want to save."

Finch opened his mouth, knowing that it would be useless to ask further: "Okay, this is the answer, it's your turn to ask!"

"What is the relationship between the Theocracy and your resistance forces?"

Finch thought for a moment: "I can't say, but it's the same thing as you think."

Helot paused: "Okay, continue."

Finch asked: "What is your relationship with the Claude family?"

"Hahaha... Exactly what you thought."

Finch couldn't help but laugh: "What I thought was...you are Helot Clallund."

"..."

The ghost's silence made the smile on Finch's face gradually disappear, and then turned ugly: "You, are you really Mr. Claude?"

"You're not following the rules. It's my turn to ask questions."

"Okay, okay..." Finch looked at the ghost in front of him, feeling cold all over his body.

Helot asked: "What is being researched underground in the Mass Industrial Park?"

"I don't know what it is specifically. I just know that they are developing a new creature with sacred attributes. For the purpose of experiment, they entrusted us to capture some magical beasts with sacred attributes."

Realizing who he was facing, Finch's attitude became much more correct than before.

With the information provided by Ian, Helot knew that Finch had not lied to him: "It's your turn."

Finch was very cautious in asking this question. He thought for a while and asked: "Does the Comosa Islands have a chance to become independent?"

"Independence? What qualifications does a rebel who betrays his compatriots and sells Warcraft have to talk about the independence of the Comos Islands? If the Comos people of Miracle Island knew that you captured the sacred beasts in their hearts and slaughtered them in the Mass Industrial Park, they would support it. Do you? You also know this, so you pretend to be villains, and can this self-deceptive disguise continue to blind everyone?

Now you are only Comosans in body, but your spirit has been polluted by foreign thoughts. "

Finch defended himself loudly: "But if we don't do this, where will we get the money to buy weapons? How can we fight against battleship cannons, mechanical modifications, genetic mutants..."

"You can only find the answer yourself. I have no obligation, let alone the position to help you."

Finch's anger suddenly dropped. He and Claude were talking about the independence of the Comos Islands. It was a joke. His ancestor's name was written on the imperial constitution.

"You're right, we are enemies!"

Helot: "My last question is, how do you enter the core laboratory underground in the Mass Industrial Park?"

Finch thought about it: "Actually, I'm telling you, you can't get in either. There is an independent security system there, and only priests or priests with certificates can enter. Simply not possessing sacred energy is enough to trigger the alarm. Of course, if You can summon the undead army of the Claude family to attack, and you can rush in.

However, this could trigger a diplomatic incident or even a war between the two countries. "

"Maybe I will really attack by force. Why don't you give me an internal map of the underground laboratory? I can find the core faster when I attack."

Finch was very surprised: "Do you really dare to storm the industrial park of the Theocracy of the Mass?"

"Whether you dare or not is my business. And if the empire and the Theocracy go to war, wouldn't you just take the opportunity to become independent?"

The independence of the Comosa Islands is a great temptation for Finch. If two powerful countries go to war, it will indeed be a rare and good opportunity.

"Okay, I'll draw a map for you." Finch added: "It's time for my last question. What is Mr. Claude's real purpose in coming to the Comos Islands?"

"Find the torturer."

"What is a torturer?"

"When you can get in touch with them, you will naturally know what they are. If there is news about the torturers and you want to exchange some bounties from me, just open this box and release the ghost messenger."

Being able to lure Claude from the Empire mainland to the Comos Islands, Finch was very curious about the "Torture Holder".

"Okay, if I have information about the torturer, I will definitely consider selling it to you. I will immediately draw you a map of the underground laboratory in the Mass Industrial Park. When you grab the sacred creature they are studying, please tell me where it is. What."

"no problem."

It didn't take long for the ghost messenger to deliver the map drawn by Finch to Helot.

Helot made a comparison based on the underground structures he knew and judged that the map Finch gave him should be correct. After all, he definitely wanted the empire and the Theocracy to go to war.