Struggle in the Steam Age

As an old gangster, the old lame naturally knew a lot. For example, he knew that the methods he did to abduct people for the leaders could never be accepted by the members of the Orthodox Church in front of him. But on the other hand, because he was selected as a peripheral procurement personnel, he was naturally given some kind of spell by the leader to prevent him from leaking words, which can counter the divine spell of the Orthodox Church, and after the leader died, the control initiative of this spell returned. in his hands.

So he began to bargain with the members of the church at this critical time, trying to use the key information he knew to get the members of the church to let him go. Because he felt that after all, he did not kill directly, but from a certain point of view, he was just an accomplice. Therefore, it is still possible for the church to let itself go.

During this process, he tentatively revealed to the priest who came to negotiate with him that he wanted more, but the priest on the opposite side flatly refused and issued a death threat. But this didn't make the old lame feel that there was anything inappropriate. On the contrary, the actions of the priests confirmed that they really planned to abide by the agreement after reaching the agreement.

A few minutes later, he got the promise he wanted. Although the faces of these church members are ugly. But they still swear to him in the name of their gods, as long as the information he tells is detailed and true, then he will be let go. Allow him to leave with enough supplies and camels to get out of the desert, and not go after him specifically.

Although this was far from what the old lame hoped for, he also knew that this was the limit that the clergy could agree to. If you don't agree, the other party can really do it and pay a higher price, and ask him after killing him. So he nodded to agree to this condition, and then said the most critical information about his leader.

This information is divided into two aspects, one of which is about the thing the leader was holding just now. Although the other party put away the thing directly after hearing the sound of the old lame coming in and scolded the old lame loudly, the eyesight that the old lame had practiced at the gaming table still saw that the thing he put away was a Palm-sized amber, and there seems to be a bug sealed in the amber.

"The most important thing is that the cloth he used to wrap the worms is very distinctive. It looks like a piece of human skin, just like the one I saw in the wild in the camp of the gnolls when I was young." Old Lame Said. "There is a tattoo on that piece of skin. I only saw the upper half. It is the upper half of a skeleton. There is also a scorpion tail protruding from the eye socket."

After hearing this sentence, everyone present showed a clear look. Because the evil emblem of the Insect Prince is a scorpion shaking its tail needle hidden under a human skull, and the scorpion's tail passes through the eye socket of the skull. It's pretty much the same pattern that old lame saw on that leather.

And another piece of information that Lawrence and the others didn't know in advance was that the old lame had accidentally knocked over a box when carrying supplies, and as a result, a lot of instruments fell out of the box. Although the markings on many of the instruments have been artificially worn off, there are still some remaining markings.

According to the description of the old lame, the logo on the instrument is a circular logo with a circle of letters around it, and a shield with a ribbon with a motto underneath it. And there is a book drawn on top of the shield. It's just that because these things have been ground before, he didn't see the words on them clearly.

"The style of this badge sounds familiar." Lawrence frowned and thought about something in his memory, then he quickly took out the paper and pen and asked Nora to draw on a piece of paper. A pattern was placed in front of the old lame. "Look, does the pattern you saw on those instruments look like this?"

"Yes, this is it." After looking at the sketch drawn by Nora, the old lame nodded repeatedly to express his approval. Then he looked up at Lawrence and asked. "I swear, I literally told all I know. Now, now you should let me go."

"Ah, yes, that's right, it's time to send you on your way." After watching the priests behind him nodding to indicate that they didn't have anything to ask, Lawrence took out a revolver from his waist and held it against the crowd. The guy said with a smile on his forehead. "Make a confession, although I know you will definitely go to purgatory."

Lawrence didn't like this kind of guy who was an accomplice to the cultists to abduct innocent people and turn them into sacrifices to evil gods. Not to mention that just now this guy actually tried to evade those just punishments and bargain with everyone for those key things.

"No, you can't do this, obviously in the name of God—" Before the guy finished speaking, the gun in Lawrence's hand went off. The old lame fell to the ground immediately, and there was a thumb-sized blood hole on his forehead. His eyes were wide open, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Yes, they did swear in the name of God." After kicking the corpse on the ground to confirm his death, Lawrence put away his gun and shook his head slightly. "But I haven't made any vows, and I'm not a member of the church. So it's very reasonable to kill you now."

This is what Lawrence told the priest next to him before. After all, it is naturally uncomfortable for everyone to let go of such a villainous guy, but at this time, in order to get more useful things from him as soon as possible Information they have to do something, and the Lawrence plan is just right to meet everyone's needs.

"What is the badge you showed this guy just now?" After watching Lawrence kill this guy, the priest of the Earth Goddess Church came over and asked, "Listen to what you just said, it seems that you know those What does the badge on the instrument mean?"

"I do know." Lawrence nodded and said, "Speaking of which, this badge still has a fate with me, because the event that stimulated my blood and made me a warlock was actually created by the force behind this badge." It was caused by a certain member. The reason why I became an extraordinary person is also closely related to them."

Because this badge is the school badge of Miska University. As the university with the closest connection between the White Eagle Federation and the extraordinary world, many teachers, students and famous alumni of this university are mixed in the extraordinary world. Driven by such an atmosphere, a large number of people in the school tried to connect to the extraordinary world.

For example, before Lawrence became an extraordinary person, when he went to the ruins beside Eagle Fort, there was a professor and several students from this university in the team. Fortunately, the man behind the scene acted on his own after knocking everyone out, so the professor and his students escaped from the incident smoothly.

But for these ordinary people involved in extraordinary power, not every time is as lucky as that professor. According to some accounts, the death rate of students and faculty members at Miska University is already higher than the death rate of miners in private mines in the White Eagle Federal Mountain Range.

But even so, the members of Miska University are still advancing. After all, for the vast majority of them, it is better to come here to gamble than to do nothing for a lifetime or to obtain some kind of extraordinary inheritance. Find the powerful inheritance that may exist by sorting out ancient documents and chasing various clues about the extraordinary in life.

Also because of this spirit of daring to explore, Miska University has become one of the strongest supernatural forces in the White Eagle Federation and even the entire New World after more than a hundred years, and it has also become the most solid supernatural power in the White Eagle Federation. one of the pillars.