Ultraman in the world of grams

Chapter 228 Conversation with Carter
In the shadow of the study house suddenly appeared a man so weird that he didn't look like a human being, and normal people would feel panic and fear.

But this ordinary-looking blond man didn't show much strange expression, as if he had seen too many strange things.

He smiled, took the antiquities research notebook casually, and looked at Jugula in front of him: "Mr. Shecang, it's so late, why did you find me?"

"I'm avoiding pursuit." Jugula chuckled lightly, not hiding his current embarrassment.

"Chase?"

The man called Mr. Carter asked suspiciously, expressing his doubts in his tone.

In this world, there are not many that can threaten the existence of this mysterious Mr. Shecang, right?

"Hound of Tindalos," sighed Gargu.

"Oh."

At this moment, Carter showed a dazed expression.

"They sent out almost the whole family to chase and kill me." Jugula joked, "Those who didn't know thought those hounds were attracted by my charm."

"Were you caught by them while traveling through time?"

Carter asked.

"No." Jugula replied with a sigh, "In a sense, I was tricked by myself."

"Really?" Carter showed a curious look, "Why do you say that?"

This mystic scholar has always been chasing the mystery and exploring the splendor of this world.The waking world is so boring, so he pursues the dream world.

Jugula met this scholar in the dreamland.

His name was Randolph Carter.

One thing that Jugula particularly admired about the other party was his magnificent imagination. After seeing the beautiful sunset city, no one did not admire it.

It was better than the unimaginative white room of that embryo.

Randolph Carter was a curious man.But when he was driving, the mysterious Mr. Shecang in front of him was full of mysteries, which he couldn't help but explore.

Jugula raised the corner of his mouth, but did not answer the other party's topic.

"Okay." Carter sighed helplessly, "Your character is really bad."

The other party clearly knew that his curiosity was very strong, but deliberately aroused his interest.It's like a cat teasing stick deliberately placed in front of the cat, which can be seen but not caught.

"Do you want to know how to avoid the Hound of Tindalos?" Carter gave a suggestion, "In an empty room, fill in all other angles, leaving only one angle that is convenient for observation, Then draw the expulsion rune, and after a round of attacks, there should be no problem."

This is the method he saw in the "Book of the Dead", and the feasibility should be very high.

"It's useless." Juggler sighed helplessly, "It's no problem against a hound, but I'm facing a group. As I said just now, maybe a group is chasing me."

"...What the hell did you do?"

Randolph Carter didn't know what to say for a moment, and he was also shocked by Jugula's strange ability to attract monsters. At the same time, he was really curious about how the other party did it.

If possible, he actually wanted to see that strange creature living in perspective.

Of course, this requires the best preparation in advance, otherwise it will only become the prey of the hounds.

"I didn't do anything, or 'I' killed a hound."

Juggler's words were very contradictory, which made Carter even more curious.

But this bad guy seemed to be doing it on purpose, whether he was willing to answer or not depended on his mood.

Randolph Carter rubbed his temples with some headaches: "In this case, I really have no good solution. If you are just an ordinary person, you can write your suicide note now and prepare for your funeral."

"It hasn't reached that level yet. Those hounds can't threaten my life for the time being." Jugula said in an indifferent tone, "but it does make me very distressed."

"I'm temporarily getting rid of them somehow, but it's not a long-term solution."

"I believe that as an excellent occultist, you should have some better ways."

Randolph Carter sighed deeply, his expression became a little helpless, but he still stood up from the desk, walked to the bookshelf next to him, and rummaged through the quaint books: "I'm not sure I can It cannot be found, for most of those who met the Hound of Tindalos did not survive."

"And those who survived left even fewer records, and many times they were buried in the long history."

"You should know about the previous witch hunts. Many people possessed related occult books, but because they were afraid of being targeted by the Holy See, they burned them as witches, so they took the initiative to destroy those precious materials. gone."

Randolph Carter glanced across the ancient book with the traces of flames on the bookshelf, revealing a distressed expression.

His family was once a victim of witch hunting. His ancestors studied magic during the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, but in order to escape the witch trial, Sir Carter and his son Edmund Carter emigrated to the United States and later settled in Arkham. .

Jugula looked away from the tapestry embroidered with strange patterns hanging in that room, and he agreed with Carter's words: "After all, human beings always make stupid mistakes time and time again."

Randolph Carter has always been curious about who this Mr. Shekang is.

Hearing these words, he was almost certain that this Mr. Shecang did not belong to human beings.But what kind of existence it is has always been a mystery.

If he took the initiative to ask, the other party would just go around in a nasty way without giving a proven answer.

This made Carter, who was very curious, very helpless.

On one side of the room a strange coffin-shaped pendulum ticked in a deep alcove.The face of the clock bore some puzzling hieroglyphics, and the four hands on it moved in a manner unlike any system of timekeeping known in the world.

Jugula just stared at the clock, watching the movement of the hands, and the time passed slowly.

After about half an hour, Randolph Carter finally lifted his messy head from a pile of books and documents, holding a book in his hand that was quaint and seemed to be stained with a little dark red blood.

"I found some magic circles and spells to divert hatred, which should have some effect on the Hound of Tindalos."

"Transfer hatred?"

The first thing that popped up in Jugula's mind was the face of that silly football star.

(End of this chapter)