The Earl of Leipzig finally arrived at the Ziggurat reluctantly.
No one came to receive him, but when he arrived, the closed door of the ziggurat slowly opened with a creak.
The lights inside the ziggurat are dim, and the old wooden floors make a creaking sound just by walking on them.
"...cough...cough..."
The Earl of Leipzig couldn't stop coughing just after he stepped into the ziggurat.
He frowned and covered his nose with his hand.
Everywhere here is filled with an old-fashioned atmosphere.
It's like the smell you get after opening the creaking door of a dilapidated old house with peeling walls and hanging spider webs. It is also similar to an old library that no one has entered for many years... Just walking to the bookshelf, you can smell a "smell of time".
If you take out a dusty book at this time and open it, you will be choked by the suddenly thick smell of the book and cough uncontrollably.
"This shabby place..."
The Earl of Leipzig couldn't stop cursing.
Just by walking in here, he felt chills on the top of his head. All the random thoughts in my heart were left with a touch of nervousness and caution, and all kinds of distracting thoughts were swept away.
It is as if you are suddenly entering a completely soundproof environment amidst the noise of life that you are accustomed to. It was uncomfortably quiet.
When the Count of Leipzig passed the first light in the corridor, their whistle suddenly became extremely high-pitched. The originally orange-yellow torch suddenly turned into a faint blue, with a ferocious skull emerging from it.
"Hee hee hee hee hee..."
The sharp laughter echoed from all sides of the Earl of Leipzig. In an instant, all the torches in the corridor spurted out and turned into blue will-o'-the-wisps.
The bone-chilling chill seeped out, making the Earl of Leipzig's complexion turn as white as a corpse - a thin layer of frost emerged from his skin, and his neatly backward posture There are also traces of frosty white appearing on the combed golden hair.
At this moment, the Earl of Leipzig suddenly heard a ticking sound.
He turned around and found a faucet spinning on its own. Blood-like liquid slowly flowed out from it, and the "blood" on the ground flowed, gradually forming messy handwritten fonts one after another:
——Get out!
——Kill you!
——Look back!
——Don’t leave!
——You are not welcome!
......
"—Hmph."
The Earl of Leipzig snorted coldly, and a deep red flashed slightly in the depths of his pupils. The son of the moon's blood surged, causing his complexion to instantly turn rosy, and those frost marks also melted.
“ITo see the dark side. "
He said this to the depths of the dark corridor: "I come on behalf of Pomponazzi's will. ”
As if to fight against him, the Ziggurat went crazy in an instant - those sharp laughter became much louder in an instant, turning into layers of sharp, headache-inducing and nauseating sounds. Screaming. The torches on both sides of the corridor were constantly lit and extinguished, and the door at the end of the corridor was opened and violently closed.
A translucent spirit suddenly got through the wall. Come out - it was a little boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old. He floated over with a fierce expression. When he approached the Earl of Leipzig, he suddenly turned into a translucent skeleton and opened his mouth to yell at him. A cold breath.
At this moment, the Earl of Leipzig suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the undead's face.
His right hand exerted force, even though it was a virtual body. There was a creaking sound. In an instant, several undead souls rushed directly from the wall. The Earl of Leipzig still clenched his right hand and waved his left hand in the air, trying to disperse them.
Finally, a pair of hands came from the floor——
His pupils once again ignited a crimson halo, and the palm of his right hand holding the ghost's head suddenly burst into a ball of blood-red flames, directed towards him Spreading all over his body!
Seeing that the flames were about to ignite the ghosts surrounding him... But at this moment, the flames in his hands suddenly started to color from the end to the beginning, as if time went back. , turned into a cold blue will-o'-the-wisp.
When the will-o'-the-wisp was about to spread to his skin, the Earl of Leipzig suddenly removed the flame.
At this moment. , the Earl of Leipzig noticed... At some point in front of the closed corridor door, an old man wearing a black robe appeared.
His hair was bald, only around his ears and the back of his head. He has some pure white hair, but he has the same pure white beard, which is always connected to his hair.
He wears small round glasses with thin rims and has a straight face. He looked happy. He was as thin as a shadow, reminiscent of a dead tree covered with snow in winter.
The old man pointed the bone staff in his hand towards the Count of Leipzig - obviously. , the blood fire summoned by the Earl of Leipzig was suppressed and dyed by him.
Of course the Earl of Leipzig knows him. This is the actual manager of the Ziggurat, and his status is not lower than his own. .
For this reason, the Earl of Leipzig nodded slightly and touched his chest with his right hand as a salute.
"His Excellency Adolf von Menzel. "
The Earl of Leipzig raised his head gracefully and showed a friendly smile: "I bring with me the blood of my master, my respected father, my blood, Mr. Franz Pomponazzi's Goodwill and greetings come. ”
“If you have anything to say, say it quickly. ”
Adolf said coldly.
The Earl of Leipzig is friendlyAnd said enthusiastically: "I would like to ask, where is Miss Aleister Crowley? She may also be named Miss Bayard... In fact, she is a friend of His Excellency the Red Prime Minister for many years. My master hopes to let I asked her to go back and talk..."
"I haven't heard anything about Miss Aleister."
Adolf's tone was still cold: "Please go back."
p>The Earl of Leipzig just smiled: "You are joking... My people have seen Miss Aleister enter the ziggurat. I am not hostile to her, it is better to say that I am pregnant. Come with the utmost respect. Regardless of whether she is willing to agree to my master's invitation, she must let me meet her first... With her personal response, it will be easier for me to go back."
"Oh? ," Dean Adolf nodded, "There is such a person."
"That..."
"But she has left."
Adolf said sincerely: "She is not in the ziggurat now. Please come back."
The Earl of Leipzig began to feel a little nervous - Adolf's reaction told him that the information he had obtained was not That's right, Miss Aleister is indeed in the ziggurat, and the ziggurat doesn't want him to see her.
Did Miss Aleister mean it herself? Or is this the Ziggurat's target? Or... is this a personal conflict between the first generation of black phase and the first generation of red phase?
The Earl of Leipzig frowned and thought for a moment.
He decided to be a little tougher.
"——Your Excellency, Vice-Chancellor, this matter is very important, and I am not joking. For her, Mr. Pomponazzi rushed directly from Lionheart to Leipzig at this critical moment, and arrived at I have been looking for her here for three days. I have known that gentleman for nearly a hundred years, but I have never seen him so serious." The Earl of Leipzig first emphasized the importance of the matter, and then said seriously: " Miss Aleister should be my master's former lover. This is a private matter, and neither you nor I have the right to interfere."
"...Huh?"
Adolf frowned. wrinkle.
He thought of the figure of Miss Aleister, and his eyes towards the Earl of Leipzig began to turn unkind.
The old man said leisurely: "So, you must meet Miss Aleister?"
"This is an extremely important mission given to me by my master."
The Earl of Leipzig stressed: "I don't want things to get too stiff - my master should be on his way too. If I can't complete my mission, then I won't be able to leave the ziggurat without shame. Here we are. At that time, none of us looked good. Now my master is the guardian of the new king. This is no longer a request made by me as the Lord of Leipzig, but a request made in the name of Valentine VIII——"
The implication is that he is unable to leave, right?
Adolf smiled, not afraid at all.
"In that case," the old man said leisurely, "then don't leave...anywayYou couldn't leave originally. ”
He stroked his staff and sang a low and ancient chant.
The Earl of Leipzig’s body gradually became stiff, along with the speed of his thoughts.
He lowered his head in panic and saw that his body was gradually condensing.
Because he never expected that Adolf would dare to take action against him when he informed Pomponazzi that he was about to arrive. !
"You...this-"
His voice became stuck because his thinking time was stretched, which caused his body movements to freeze. One card - the manipulation of the human body is a continuous process. If the continuity is interrupted, it will not turn the person's movement into a mechanical dance... but will make it difficult for the person to move and twitch in place. < /p>
“…[stop…stop], [cast…method]! [Silence...Silence]..."
The Earl of Leipzig tried to speak out, but the fragmented words could not evoke the slightest bit of authoritative power.
"I can Not threatening you. "
Old Adolf said leisurely: "You just can't leave...it's snowing so heavily outside. "
Blind...said...
Outside...where is the snow...
The Earl of Leipzig opened his eyes and his mouth moved silently. His The surface of the body became cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blood in the body was suppressed by this cold air to the extent that it could not be mobilized at all... He was obviously a high-ranking son of the moon, but at this moment he looked like an incompetent mortal.
Old Adolf rarely laughed.
“If you don’t believe it, just look outside. You should still be able to turn your neck. "
As he spoke, he pointed his staff at the wall beside the Earl of Leipzig.
The walls made of bricks automatically surged open to both sides, making way for a window.
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In an instant, endless paleness poured in from the window, completely submerging the motionless Earl of Leipzig and turning him into an icy snow sculpture.
"Have you ever been there? I've considered it..."
As the Earl of Leipzig's thinking gradually began to stagnate and his body gradually froze, he heard the old man's cold voice: "You have Yan Tiansi behind you, and ours There is also Fuyuji behind him.
"Compared to Dongsi's closeness to us...you might as well guess how much Yantiansi is willing to pay for you?"
The next moment, Leipzig's eyes widened. The count finally turned into an ice sculpture in the vast snow. The transcoding has been serious recently, which makes us more motivated and updates faster. Please use your little hands to exit the reading mode. Thank you