There's definitely something wrong with this script.

Chapter 421 Archaeologist: I think there is a joke! (Add more book reviews to "Adverb")
"I feel like we guys should have cooperated from the beginning."

The two walked side by side on the corridor shrouded in red light, and the archaeologist said with a solemn face.

She thought a lot last night. If the big boss of this script is the night witch Qi Lisi, I am afraid that only the players can work together to pass the level.

Her task was to get [Green's Handbook], but the target of the task was in the knight's crossed epee. This problem came up again. She couldn't pick up this sword, only the traveling poet could pick it up.

There are no confrontation tasks in this script, which means that players need to cooperate with each other.

But it's a pity that there is basically no script at the beginning, and players who don't know each other or even can't tell who is an NPC and who is a player will cooperate spontaneously.

The information that could not keep up with the time led to the progress of the plot to this point.

The archaeologist lowered his eyes slightly, hiding the look in his eyes.

The traveling poet looked calm and didn't pick up her words. Instead, he said, "You met the owner of the castle in the basement last night, right? Who is that person?"

"...I can't say." The archaeologist shook his head.

"So what deal did you strike?"

"This is even more impossible to say."

"Then why do you think I should cooperate with you?" The traveling poet stopped and looked at her coldly with those amber eyes.

In the empty castle corridor, there were only the two of them looking around, the whole world was silent and lifeless.

The archaeologist pushed back the short hair that fell to his forehead and said, "The reason why I can't tell you is because this castle is watching us, and it can hear every word we say."

The traveling poet suddenly sneered: "Is it this castle, or the people hiding behind it?"

He seemed a little agitated.

From the slightly raised voice and the mocking tone, it can be seen that the facial paralysis also looks calmer on the surface.

"You have to calm down, we can't waste any more time anyway." The archaeologist looked up at him, and handed out the cross sword he was holding in his hand: "I took this sword out of the basement last night , do you know what it does?"

"..." The traveling poet was too lazy to speak, but just looked at her quietly.

"This is something that can kill a witch."

The archaeologist continued: "In the real legend, the witch was hunted down by the Holy See Knights, but the Holy See army was completely annihilated, but the witch still exists, because those ordinary things cannot completely kill the witch."

Hearing this, the traveling poet's eyes moved slightly, and finally set his sights on the sharp and unsheathed cross epee.

There is a sunken mark on the triangular metal part of the cross guard of the sword hilt, and it looks like something was inlaid there.

And this size just matched the "angel badge" in his hand.

The archaeologist is persuasive: "You must also want to leave this strange castle, because I want to leave too, and the only way to destroy this castle is in that high tower."

She walked to the edge of the beam and looked out through the flower window.

Under the scarlet moonlight, the tall tower in the center of the castle still stands in front of you, surrounded by countless flying buttresses, like stars holding the moon.

"I found the power source that maintains the castle in the basement last night, but I couldn't destroy it because the real switch hub was in that tower.

"It is impossible to fight against this castle with individual strength. If we want to leave, we can only cooperate.

"After all, it's just the two of us now.

"We must hurry up!"

The archaeologist sighed as he spoke, his expression was full of anxiety and helplessness, and the jagged short hair showed what happened to her last night.

The traveling poet stared at the tower, slightly moved.

But he was still full of doubts in his heart, and couldn't help but think of that mysterious girl, and every detail of the relationship between the two after they met.

leave……

leave……

leave……

Suddenly, the traveling poet was slightly taken aback.

It seems that, no matter what time it is, the girl said to him the most is - "Get out of here".

……

The two eventually struck up a less-than-solid partnership.

The archaeologist was immediately refreshed, so he expressed his sincerity and told him the truth about what he saw in the underground space last night.

Of course, except for her conversation with Qi Lisi.

Unlike yesterday's bustle, in today's Prague Castle, not to mention the nobles who stayed overnight, there are not even workers and servants who will work outside during the day.

Huge, empty, and lonely, Prague Castle is like an isolated abyss.

The two left the long corridor and walked back, intending to go to the tower from the flying buttress on the other side.

"Speaking of which, do you know how to use this sword?"

At this time, the archaeologist suddenly handed him the crossed epee: "I originally wanted to study and use it last night, but I found that there seems to be a gap here, so it has no other function except for ordinary chopping. It is difficult for me to use it." Imagine how it would have to kill that witch."

The traveling poet took a look and reached out to take the crossed epee. The moment he took it, his fingers trembled inexplicably.

Again... that indescribable sense of confusion in my mind reappeared.

The traveling poet looked at the sword in his hand, and gently stroked the depression of the cross guard with his fingertips.

Suddenly, the archaeologist who was walking in front stopped.

She looked dignified, keenly looked at the vibrating door panel in front of the corridor, and felt an extremely evil dark breath!

what happened?

The archaeologist frowned slightly - Qi Lisi didn't say that they had to go through the process to fight monsters on the way to the tower.

Was it an accident, or did the guy come up with something new?

She walked forward cautiously, her eyes fixed on the slightly vibrating door panel.

This door seems to be a side door of a room, not a huge double door like the main door, it is even only about one meter wide.

When she was on guard, the traveling poet with a crossed epee stepped forward, and the blade of the sword slammed into the crack of the door, and then gently slashed down.

"Zheng!"

The sound of metal being cut was heard, and after that, a figure slammed open the door panel and rushed out, running forward for several steps before stopping the inertia.

The girl was in a state of distress, with disheveled hair and tattered clothes, and the blood and black stains all over her body almost made her look like a normal person.

After running out, she gasped for breath several times.

Afterwards, she slowly turned her head to look at the two people standing in the corridor. The terrifying ferocity and killing intent in those eyes made the two of them quickly adopt a fighting posture!
Bloodshot eyes glanced at the two of them, and An Lin turned her head to look at the room she ran out of just now.

Where is there any horror and darkness in the room, where are there any monsters, it is calm and unremarkable, as if the previous tragic battle did not exist.

She even took a look at her body, but found that those bites and claw marks had disappeared, and the bloody flesh and blood wounds had disappeared.

What remained were the welts of her own weapon instead.

As for the previous battle, it seemed that everything was just her bewilderment.

"Hahaha……"

An Lin suddenly laughed mockingly twice, the laughter was desolate and gloomy.

Is that behind-the-scenes thing playing tricks on her? !

Locked her inside and tortured for a whole night, and finally told her that those things were nothing but hallucinations!

Damn guy!
After taking a look at the girl's situation, the traveling poet and the archaeologist had quietly stepped back a few steps, and the two looked at each other, the meaning was self-evident.

The flakes were all ready, the archaeologist pulled glass beads from his pocket, and the explosion was ready.

At this time, An Lin reacted.

She calmly wiped the blood off her face, looked at the two of them and said coldly, "Don't worry, I'm a human being, my mind is normal now, and I haven't been corroded by the abyss."

The archaeologist raised his eyebrows: "It's hard to say."

You look very stimulated right now.

Seeing this, An Lin stopped talking, but raised her hand, and a shining white light appeared from her fingertips and lingered all over her body, making her look extraordinarily holy even though she was covered in blood and embarrassment.

"Believe it now." An Lin said.

The archaeologist's eyes moved slightly. This is... the purified breath from the sacred side?
Although it feels very weak, and seems to be different from the purification method in the script space, it is indeed the power of the sacred side.

Wait, is this one in Qi Lisi's script?

As a witch, she probably wouldn't allow this kind of power that can destroy evil things to exist here, right?

So this was really... an accident? !

The eyes of the archaeologist who was constrained by someone suddenly lit up!
……

(End of this chapter)