The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

The expansion of the cult!

Alok shook his head secretly and lamented that people are always so easy to deceive.

There is also the cult’s ability to manipulate people’s minds.

The blame cannot be passed on to ordinary people. Those extraordinary beings with ulterior motives are the culprits.

The meeting ended quickly, but people seemed to want to continue.

But since the priest who presided over the meeting was no longer on the stage, everyone began to gradually leave the venue.

This was the scene that Alok saw.

People from Eton began to expand and draw everyone into the Congregationalist cult.

However, Elok always felt strange why the priest seemed to look at the protagonist of this memory at the end.

wrong!

It was more like taking a look at myself.

He was full of doubts, frowning slightly, and a little anxious.

Then, he originally found a corner to sit and looked up at the big man, then stood up again, ready to take a look at the so-called venue.

I wonder if I can still find some clues.

Familiarly, he turned on his astral vision and walked along the path in the big man's memory.

It was a huge shack in a slum, not underground, just a simple shack.

It's not that far from this bar, maybe twenty minutes.

Elok used the transformation technique to disguise himself, with his head lowered, like a porter returning home from work.

However, when he reached the location in the big man's memory, he was suddenly stunned.

What is in front of you is a huge garbage dump. The mountains of garbage are several meters high. Even on a cold winter night, you can still smell the stench.

Countless broken tiles, stones, food remnants, and wine bottles were piled up in the huge space.

There are still many small shacks around the garbage dump, which are the homes of people living near the garbage dump.

Beyond that, there’s simply no space for that.

Alok covered his mouth and nose slightly and looked disgusted, but in his heart he kept thinking about what went wrong.

In addition to the problem with that person's memory, it's also the problem with this garbage dump.

Or maybe it’s my own problem and I’ve been misled.

The failure of the exploration did not make him upset, it just made him have some doubts. And was amazed at what this cult was capable of.

Could it be a place similar to a secret room? ?

It's possible that cults like to do this.

logically.

If you can find the location through the memories of the people who attended the meeting, then the temple or the former black-skinned historian can also do it.

A cult must be on guard in this regard.

It's normal if you can't find it yourself.

But looking around, I see that this garbage dump does not have any problems in the extraordinary realm.

Although the sea of ​​spiritual power is slightly different from the surrounding ones, it is within the normal range. Because there are few human residents inside, the feedback from the spiritual sea is naturally different.

Other than that, there is no difference at all.

The clue is broken.

He frowned slightly, stroking his chin.

It seems that I have to get the news from the big man.

Just when he turned his head and planned to start over and look for useful clues again, his nerves suddenly became tense.

Suddenly, the originally dark night became even darker, and the blinding night sky was as dark as ink. The stars that were still twinkling also went into hiding.

His heartstrings suddenly tightened, and he turned on bullet time at the critical moment.

Looking back, what surprised him was that the hidden arrow in his mind did not exist.

Only the endless black space was with him.

With his astral vision turned on, he has no fear of this, and besides, he's just a clone. At worst, it can be simply interrupted by directly interrupting the mental power output that reappeared yesterday.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he carefully observed the current situation.

The sea of ​​mental power became calmer, as if something soothed its emotions.

Alok didn't panic in his heart. After waiting for a while, nothing happened, and no shadow of a star spirit body appeared on the sea of ​​spiritual power.

His heart sank slightly.

Is this a trap? ?

He carefully put on a long-range deflection shield for energy transfer to guard against possible hidden arrows from hunters.

The presence of traps means there are hunters.

It seems that the garbage dump itself should be a trap set by the "Congregational Church".

The real place is indeed not here.

However, since there are traps, why are there no hunters waiting?

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There was no need to carry him any further, he dissipated the phantom.

But Alok in Rose of Darkness still has the same problems in his mind.

But the most interesting thing is about the idol.

That statue made him want to explore that hidden past.

He looked at his pocket watch. It wasn't too late.

Hopefully Richie wasn't asleep yet.

He did not choose to take out the small bottle, but directly planned to use the new method after reaching level five to summon Richie.

He raised his hand and released a reappearance of yesterday.

Snapping his fingers, something surprised him again.

Rich's historical image does not appear opposite himself.

He looked helplessly at his right hand and curled his lips.

As a last resort, he could only take out the small drift bottle from El's pocket again and throw the small piece of his memory into it.

He asked Nolandes for something to fill his stomach, and a glass of clear moonlight. He held a newspaper of today in his hand, crossed his legs and waited for Richie to come.

About ten minutes later. Just when Alok was still wondering why Richie's reaction was so slow today. A middle-aged man wearing a long windbreaker and a bowler hat entered the Dark Night Rose.

Richie.

He first walked to the bar and asked for a glass of Dark Moon Night beer, and then slowly walked to Alok's side.

"The night must be matched with fine wine."

This was Richie's first sentence.

He smiled, put the bowler hat on the table, and sat opposite Alok.

"By the way, we haven't seen each other for a while. Where's Il?" Richie looked a little relaxed and asked casually.

"She should be tinkering with something in her laboratory. Father, are you looking for her?" Alok shrugged and replied.

Richie thought for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said:

"Forget it, I read that memory, it is indeed interesting. What do you want to talk to me about today?"

Alok smiled and continued:

"It is indeed very interesting. I want to explore history. The history of Prometheus."

"Hey? Didn't your history teacher teach you when you were in high school?" Richie asked in surprise.

Alok sighed, curled his lips, and replied disdainfully:

"Please, the probability that those histories are true is almost the same as the probability that a rooster lays an egg. That is the history written by the victors. What I want to explore is the real history."

"Human history describes Prometheus as a hero who led mankind to glory. In the end, he died in battle to protect mankind. He is a hero among heroes. The history of the elves, on the other hand, describes Prometheus as a traitor who led to the decline of the elves."

"Both sides are biased. What I want to know is the real history."

"Hahaha~~ It seems that you understand the truth of history. History is written by the victors. In other words, the history you know is written by the people who write history." Richie said with a kind smile.

"Even my understanding of that distant era is only superficial. If you want to know the truth, maybe you have to find the person involved at that time."

"Who? It can't be the queen." Alok asked in surprise.

"That's right." Richie made a helpless expression.

"Then I really think my life is too long." Alok turned his head and said angrily.

"Okay, okay. Alok. I will tell you what I know." Richie felt funny. He said with a smile.

Immediately, Alok raised his ears, put his hands on the wine table, and was serious like a student.

And Richie did not disappoint and began to tell:

"From the perspective of the two races, there is nothing wrong with their history books. For the human race, Prometheus is the greatest hero, greater than Azra. And from the perspective of the elves, Prometheus is indeed the root of the decline of the elves."

"The strength of a race must have another race under its feet. The strength of a country must also have a loser. This is the law!"