Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

At midnight, the Unmarked Cemetery outside Bayam City.

Alger walked into this secluded cemetery calmly, not worried about being discovered by the grave guards.

There is only one cemetery keeper here, who is never awake after dark and even dozes off most of the day. If it weren't for the business of having meals and hospitality delivered to your door, the only difference between him and the others here was whether he was lying on or under the dirt.

The hill not far away in Alger's memory disappeared at some point, replaced by chaotic piles of stones.

He arrived just a little ahead of time, and this situation made him full of inspiration. The length and depth of the storyline that he had imagined were enough for a certain salted fish author to explode for a week.

The second hand jumped over the last frame of today, and Gehrman's figure was quickly and clearly outlined under the crimson moonlight.

Alger felt that according to Mr. World's style, he should snap open his pocket watch and say coldly: "You're early!" Then he pulled out the pistol with a snap.

Pulling back the divergent thoughts, Alger restrained his mind, raised the lantern, and walked forward with complicated emotions.

Before he could test it out, the colleague who was putting him under great pressure spoke first in a low voice.

"A demigod friend of mine..."

Alger's spirit tensed up, and his vigilance and vigilance rose sharply, worrying that there would be accidents before tonight's exploration operation started.

"...Ask for a companion."

Gehrman's smile was gentle and his tone was gentle, but Alger could clearly see the madness and perversion in capital letters from that polite smile, and heard the implication that he could not refuse from the polite words.

Alger's thinking was running fast. He first thought that he was also a Sequence Five, not bad for Gehrman, and he had to admit that Sequence Five and Sequence Five were also different in a flash and frustration. Then he thought of Gehrman's first exploration It turns out that Gehrman is not the only one with him. Will Gehrman have another conspiracy? Then he laughed at how much he thinks highly of himself. Demigod wanting to kill himself is as simple as eating and drinking. He specially asked Gehrman to inform the already Friendly and restrained enough... Before he fell into the mood of self-denial, Alger's mind came up with that majestic palace and that great existence with an aura as strong as a mountain.

Alger collected himself, pretended to be calm and said slowly: "This is not in line with our previous agreement."

The meaning of his words is that this is an exchange of equal value under the watchful eye of Mr. Fool, and you cannot change it without authorization.

Klein looked at Alger seriously with dark brown eyes without any emotion, and calmly replied: "He will provide a paid help."

After a pause for a second, Klein emphasized his tone, seeming to emphasize: "Available in advance, at any level, help."

Can defer payment of help! Any power level!

Alger's heart beat violently twice suddenly, and his spirit suddenly became hyperactive. His mind was like boiling water, and countless thoughts that looked like "help" popped up.

Alger forcibly choked the corner of his mouth that was about to turn up and split, stabilized his expression and voice, and then said again: "Okay, when will this Your Excellency come over?"

Gehrman, who seemed to be a still picture in the dark, suddenly moved, and he suddenly stretched out his ungloved right hand to Alger.

Alger's heart thumped again, and his first reaction was that Gehrman was going to attack him, so he subconsciously took half a step back, and the thought of "I'm going to be extremely happy turns sad" popped up in his mind, but his footsteps instinctively The moment he lifted it up, he remembered that the other party was wearing a demigod, and confirmed that he had no ability to resist in the silent taunt of the collapsed mountain peak in his peripheral vision.

When Gehrman grabbed his shoulder, and all the colors in his vision suddenly became thick and layered, Alger heard a deep and gradually drifting away voice.

"He's always there."

No one knew how many times Alger's mind circled Bayam during the short three teleportations.

When the forest and mountain peaks in his memory appeared before his eyes again, Alger seemed to have thought about that sentence for a long time.

After standing still, he looked around and said, "This is it."

Alger looked at Gehrman, hoping that he would explain the demigod's trace, but after waiting for a full five seconds, he found that Gehrman was just silently observing the surrounding environment, so he had no choice but to ask directly, but his voice was unconscious Just lowered it a little.

"Where is that Your Excellency?"

In Klein's perception, as soon as they landed, the Genie happily rushed into the darkness, like a poor ape fleeing a forest, so he didn't know where the Genie was at the moment.

Klein thought for a while, then suddenly turned his head to stare into Alger's eyes, and responded calmly:

"He's everywhere."

Argel was stunned, and opened his mouth silently, silently revealing his uncontrollable shock and astonishment in front of the gloomy fog and the dark shadows of the haunted area.

Gehrman Sparrow is crazy.

So, his demigod friend...does it exist?

But Alger, who is good at ideological struggle, quickly adjusted his emotions, and decided to treat it as non-existent if he didn't see it, and wait until the Tarot meeting has a great being watching him before confirming it.

He cleared his throat, introduced the experience he had acquired according to the words he had thought up before coming here, and proposed the exploration route and the loot distribution plan in the other party's tacit consent.

In Gehrman's answers that challenged the logic of normal people's thinking again and again, Alger opened up the mind of an ocean singer, ignored the opponent's entanglement in politeness, and started the double challenge.

The lamp god headed directly towards the ruins of the church. None of the extraordinary creatures along the way dared to make a sound. He saw those spiers and broken walls, sinking into the ground of the ruins of the church without stopping.

Pass through the tomb hall with the sarcophagus, ignore the famous paintings of the three Jin families, and continue down until you come to an underground prayer hall separated by classical stone pillars, but with a sense of spatial beauty.

This part buried deep in the ground has not been destroyed by man, only the dust of time flowing silently covers the surface of all objects.

The altar at the front of the prayer hall has completely lost its color, but the huge cross above it seems to stand forever, and the gray statue carrying it has also stood from ancient times to the present.

Rows of wooden seats that should have existed have long since rotted away. A mottled stone chair was placed on the side of the altar, and a figure in a gray-white robe stood up when the lamp god appeared.

There was a puzzled expression on his face, and he asked slowly in the ancient Fusac language: "You are... what?"

The sound echoed in the slightly empty prayer hall, splashing the dust of the years.

"That's not important, Hermes, I'm here to give you a message for free. If you must ask my name, then you can call me...Red Scarf."

The words of the lamp god speak clearly and at a gentle speed, every pause is pressed on the elegant syllables, with a noble and natural accent.

Hermes intuited that he could not use the ability of insight to spy on the loopholes in the other party's mind. Whether it was invisible or better not to see, it all showed the specialness of the other party's existence.

As an angel of the audience channel, understanding is just a basic thing. Hermes never asked the other party's identity, and only responded: "What news?"

The lamp god showed a slight smile at the right time, and said word by word: "Adam is not necessarily Adam."