Necromancer and Super Cemetery

   Chapter 22 023 Windfall (2)

   Green coughed lightly and nodded slightly to the woman: "Hello, beautiful lady, I'm Green Wilson."

"My lord, my name is Isabella, you can just call me Issa. Miss Fronton asked me to come." The woman stood up and returned the salute, with a very decent manner, and picked up a delicate leather handbag from the inside. He took out a small wooden box and placed it on the coffee table in front of him: "This is what Miss Fronton asked me to bring to you, please check it."

  Green smiled and took the wooden box and opened the lid to his face. Inside was a velvet backing and a crystal pendant.

   Now Green is no longer a layman who doesn't understand anything. As soon as he sees this crystal pendant, he knows that it is a magic crystal, and there is a faint magic halo on it. He held the magic crystal in his hand, input magic power slightly, and immediately stimulated a reaction. The originally transparent and colorless magic crystal glowed with a faint blue light, forming a thick projection of an ancient book in front of Green. It can be opened!

   It is the content of that "Gelphic Meditation Third Edition" that is recorded in the book.

  Green withdrew his magic power, and the ancient book projection disappeared immediately. He looked at Isabella: "Is there any other order besides this Miss Fronton?"

  Isabella said: "Miss Fronton said that your soul is very interesting and has a color that has never been seen before. She hopes to see you again and wishes you good luck."

Green's heart sank suddenly, and he thought to himself, "What do you mean by this? Could it be that that woman can see through the soul of a person? She also found that my soul is different? Did he see that I am a transmigrator?" Green was startled into a cold sweat, but after a shiver, it made him calmer: "No! This world has no concept of crossing, even if she sees that my soul is different, she will not doubt it. And this woman Acting strangely, giving me the meditation method for nothing, it seems that there is no malicious intent..."

   But if there is nothing to be diligent about, either a traitor or a thief, Green would not naively think that the mysterious woman is a living **, and when he was shocked by his tiger body, he started to become a nympho, and came to give him warmth.

   He has a hunch that no matter what the woman named Elizabeth Fronton pays now, she will get back ten times the principal and interest in the future.

   This made Green subconsciously think of a legendary existence - the devil!

   But demons do exist in this world, they are greedy, greedy, sinister, and vicious!

   According to the legend, the devil exists in purgatory and is the incarnation of sin, tempting human beings to fall and commit unforgivable crimes, and the devil will eventually harvest those sinful souls. However, these descriptions of demons are not necessarily true. At least in Green's view, most of the incarnations of evil are deceitful. Demons should be some kind of chaotic and evil extraordinary race.

   Seeing that Greene frowned, Isabella smiled mysteriously, and without saying anything, she got up and said goodbye.

  Green didn't ask too much. He felt that this woman was not simple. Even if he asked, he would ask in vain. As for what plan that Miss Fronton has, Green doesn't care anymore. Whether it's a demon or not, Green is confident that there is a cemetery. As long as he develops, the powerful necromancer will not be afraid of any enemies.

  Green carried out some psychological construction on himself, and finally began to carefully read the content of this "Gelphic Meditation 3rd Edition"...

At about the same time, in the city hall of Langton, a large and luxurious reception room, the windows were covered by thick velvet curtains, and the huge crystal chandeliers shone brightly, reflecting on the white marble floor. Dazzling.

   The mayor, the speaker of the city council, the president of the Magic Association, the chief of the police station, the commander of the knights of the garrison, and the noble capitalists headed by Viscount Paul, a total of more than ten people, but the real ruling class of the entire city of Langton is concentrated.

The crowd sat around a huge solid wood round table, headed by the mayor and the chairman of the council. The seats were arranged on both sides, all the way to the door. The seat closest to the door was the chairman of the chamber of commerce and a relatively young baron. Indicates that they have the lowest status in this group.

As a noble leader and a big capitalist, Viscount Paul is only ranked by the chairman of the Magic Association and the commander of the Knights of the Garrison. At this time, he is wearing a well-cut black tuxedo, his gray hair is meticulously combed, his thin lips are pressed, and his expression very serious.

  The people around the round table did not speak, the atmosphere fell into a strange silence, only the repressed breathing.

   After more than ten minutes, the commander of the Knights Garrison finally spoke.

   This is a tall, bearded soldier. He is only a mid-level apprentice knight, but he was born in a noble family. With his family connections, he has been the highest commander of the Langton City garrison for more than ten years. The head of the knights, Nunuzui, shook his beard, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Mayor, I can't obey your request. The knights are the garrison of the kingdom. Without an order from the top, I can't be mobilized. The weirdness in Langton City is not something the boys of the Knights can deal with, those weirdness even have a formal-level existence, this is the work of the special bureau, and we should not undertake it."

  The mayor and the chairman of the council looked very bad, but they had no relationship with the garrison, and they could not control the bearded head, so they could only negotiate with each other.

   But the bearded leader was determined not to move the Knights, and he would not agree to whatever he said.

  Other people present also kept silent, each with their own insinuations, and refused to express their position.

Over time, the mayor's face became more ugly, and his tone became more severe: "Everyone, it was our mutual agreement to promote the arrival of the ghosts in Langton City, and we even did not hesitate to talk to the [Tower of the Ghosts] for this purpose. The cult organization secretly cooperated. If this matter is exposed, it will cause a sensation in the kingdom and become the biggest scandal. Can you all be safe by then? Now we have no way out, we must complete the descent of the ghost! With a large number of psychic infestations in the city of Dunn, a large number of magic items will be produced, and I don’t need to say the value of it. Choose where to go!”

   After the mayor finished speaking, the crowd remained silent, but the expressions of some people changed.

At this time, Viscount Paul finally spoke: "Everyone, Mr. Mayor is right, but the people in the Tower of Yin Spirits have completely lost control. They even tried to kidnap my daughter a few days ago. These cultists are crazy and cannot summon Yin spirits. It's all up to them, we have to do the other way around."

Everyone nodded when they heard the words, and then the mayor said: "In addition, the three missing elves must be found, we have no time to find other sacrifices, the **** of Ronanks, for a little perverted hobby, not only lost it himself It also brought us a lot of trouble."

"I may have a way to find the missing elves." The mayor's voice just fell, and a weak voice came from the door. The chairman of the Langton City Chamber of Commerce, who had a low sense of formal presence, was an old widower full of fat and lust. , when they heard him speak, everyone immediately looked over.

The chairman of the chamber of commerce quickly shook his fat and said with a smile: "I know that there is a very powerful detective in Faerun City, who specializes in criminal investigation and solves cases, and is very good at finding people, but the price of hiring is not low, and this person is arrogant. He rarely leaves the city of Faerun, and if he wants to invite him, he has to write a letter from the mayor himself."

   (end of this chapter)