The red moon returns

Chapter 456: Mystic Tower
A horse-drawn carriage? Not available.

The Valente family's purely handmade luxury carriage is the basic configuration.

Looking at the carriage, Lynch thought of himself in the past. He had felt embarrassed many times for riding in the Valente family's carriage, and even felt ashamed of the formal suit given by the Countess. Even if I, Lynch Leviev, had nothing to wear and was poor to death, I couldn't eat gigolo meals and take advantage of women.

It's only been a short time, how come they feel so justified? It's really strange.

The driver was the white-haired and bearded butler, old Mr. Louis. He was over 80 years old but still looked so energetic. I didn't know if it was an illusion, but since Lynch was knighted, the old man's attitude towards him became even more terrifying, and he looked wary of thieves from time to time.

It was just vigilance before, but now it has turned into strict precautions. Why is it escalating?
Forget it, I won’t bother with the old man.

Going east along Eagle Avenue, through the land-scarce river valley and mill districts, you will see the Black Forest, another suburb of Rhine City.

This used to be a dense primeval forest, but it has been developed and cut down in the past few hundred years. The wood has been continuously transported to industrial areas to support production, which has greatly reduced the size of the forest. The periphery has been gradually encroached upon by the city, but fortunately the interior has retained its original appearance.

This place is sparsely populated all year round, with only loggers and transporters active on the outskirts of the forest. The Mystic Tower is located in this uninhabited suburb, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, where people can quietly study the forgotten mysteries.

The long journey of more than an hour made the three people drowsy, but when the carriage stopped, the three people had already slept for several hours. After waking up, Lynch inexplicably found that there was a faint smell of perfume on his shoulders and legs. The smell was different, and he didn't know how it appeared. Looking left and right at the two ladies who seemed nothing had happened, Lynch bravely swallowed the question.

Yes, sometimes giving up is also a kind of courage, especially when your life is threatened.

Anyway, the three of them jumped out of the car with red faces and looked at the tall tower in front of them in admiration.

A tower that is thirty or forty meters high is not considered very tall from the perspective of the previous life. It is even lower than the Tower of Justice in the Hall of Order. The problem is that this tower is straight up and down, and the top is like an inverted umbrella, very much like the water supply tower in the previous life. In the steam age, this was already an architectural miracle.

As soon as they arrived at the gate of the tower, they saw the president of the Mystic Research Society, the seventh-level Soul-Forsaken, and the great mystic mage Mr. Gulman standing at the door. Upon seeing the three of them, he immediately came forward to greet them in person.

Lin Qi felt a little proud in his heart. This kind of respect in daily behavior was the invisible reward for his usual actions, which made him feel that everything was worth it. But of course he would not show it, he just bowed calmly.

President Gurman was about sixty years old, with a long gray beard. He wore a purple robe and a pointed round hat. He was thin, had elegant manners, and a bookish face, looking like a weak scholar.

However, when he thought of his seventh-level identity, and recalled how Chairman Ole, who was also a high-level leader, could remotely kill a sixth-level warrior with just one sentence that night, Lynch immediately shook his head and crossed out the word weak in his mind.

"Welcome, welcome. You are very punctual." President Gurman did not put on airs at all. He stroked his beard and smiled. "We will have to wait a little longer before everyone can arrive. Follow me first."

Lin Qi knew that Gurman was not the only one here today, but when he saw Gurman's appearance, he suddenly had a bad feeling, "There won't be a bunch of mystics waiting for us."

"How is that possible? Sir, you are overthinking it." Gurman said, "There are also experts in ancient books, history, language, folklore, archaeology, and cultural relics..."

"I have something else to do at home, so I'll go back first."

Each of these professions sounded more dangerous than the other. Lin Qi felt that if these people got together, they wouldn't even have to do anything to attract the evil god. Maybe there would be more than one.

“Hahaha, everyone is well prepared, it’s okay.” Gurman was in a good mood, and grabbed Lin Qi who was about to run away, “Don’t worry even if the evil god comes, we all have ways to escape by ourselves.”

"Just abandon us, huh? I better go back."

While chatting and laughing, Gulman warmly welcomed the three people into the tower. A cool feeling came over them, and the July heat was instantly swept away.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see a sculpture of a man. According to Gurman, this man is named Nicholas, the founder of the Rand Mystic Research Society. He was the first person in the dawn of the Fourth Epoch to become a mystic without being a soul-forsaken person and fight against the mysterious pioneers. He discovered many ancient mystical methods throughout his life until he went crazy.

He described the final ending in an unusually calm manner, which made Lynch feel a little sad.

The atmosphere in the tower was a bit like a library in the past life, with the smell of paper and ink floating in the air, and the marble floor shining brightly. The empty hall was quiet and solemn, with only the sound of the three people's soles tapping on the ground echoing, making them involuntarily lighten their footsteps.

Occasionally someone passed by, each of them in a hurry, without looking around, as if they were in a hurry.

"Life is limited, but the exploration of the unknown is unlimited. Everyone's life is precious, and no one wants to waste time on irrelevant things." Gulman explained while calling a member passing by. After a few words, the member hurriedly left. President Gulman then turned around and said, "While everyone is here, I will take you to see... Um, I'm presumptuous to ask, are you familiar with a tribe called Yis?"

"Huh?" The three looked at each other and shook their heads, "Never heard of it."

"That's strange." President Gurman frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you know Hector?"

"Who is that?"

"The Archbishop of the Church of Wealth, an inhuman miser."

"I don't know him. Among the four churches, I only don't know the one from the Church of Wealth. Maybe I have no interest in things like wealth." Lynch sighed, "I... huh? Wait, Archbishop of Wealth? A tribe?"

Lynch suddenly remembered that just a few days ago, he was still thinking about how to use the situation to put pressure on the Archbishop of Wealth and let him reveal the information about his mysterious tribe to him. However, he later got information from the strange object that they would take the initiative to find him, so he did not put it into action.

So Yisi is the name of this tribe? They... came to us on their own initiative?
"I'm quite familiar with that miser. He said he needed to arrange a meeting between you and the tribal representative, but he didn't know you and it was inconvenient for him to come directly to your house. He heard that you would come here for academic exchanges today, so he brought the other party here directly." Gurman explained, "If you don't mind, I will arrange a meeting for you while there is still time."

What an unexpected gain, Lynch muttered, exchanged glances with the two ladies, nodded in agreement, and followed President Gulman into a small meeting room next to the hall. The member who had just arrived had already arrived with two people.

The moment he saw the two people, Lin Qi felt his scalp tingling, his hair standing on end, and a sharp pain in his eyebrows.

Behind one of the people, Lynch saw a strange shadow again.

(End of this chapter)