It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

"No one else can bring you back now, right? There's nothing I can do about it. Who made me a hard worker."

Shadow glared at him, and slammed the document on the opponent's face.

"This plan was made by you in a sane state, right?"

"Yes, I have thought about it from the beginning... This has nothing to do with the influence of divinity, it comes from my own will."

Hyde took out several crystals surrounded by white smoke from the package, and neatly stacked them in a black wooden box.

He laughed at himself:

"Dead dark wizards, killers, chosen people, or apostles—use their dead souls as materials to mass-produce synthetic beasts."

"If this were the Middle Ages, I would have been regarded as a necromancer and burned at the stake for coming up with such an evil plan."

Shadow was a little dissatisfied with his flinching, and there was more sarcasm in his words.

"Based on my experience, the wizards who can really be burned to death on the stake are all half-baked. A wizard like you, who is qualified to convict you?"

"Besides, the church in the Middle Ages was no more merciful than you in this matter. For those people, the so-called "apostles" and "chosen people" are undoubtedly heretics. In terms of methods to deal with heresy, those lunatics are far more cruel. Not something wizards of your time could have imagined. "

Hyde never thought that the other party's reaction would be so intense, so he was taken aback before smiling wryly:

"I just wanted to complain."

"There will be more and more such things in the future. After all, there are still more radical apostles and wizards. If you have to consider the hidden truth behind each time you deal with them, I don't think there is any need to continue this war. gone."

"We have different positions. Regardless of likes and dislikes, one side must step aside, and no one can change this."

"Thinking in a good direction, if everything goes well, maybe we can get the first batch of synthetic beasts before the war officially begins."

This time, instead, Shadow's expression became astonished.

"Why is time so tight? You can completely let other wizards of the alchemy department complete different parts, and only give the most delicate main work to those three people? If you do this, you should be able to get fifty complete ones in a week at most. Synthetic beasts are right."

Hyde shook his head.

"We're on the same page, I've even set it up earlier, so we've got another five days and we're probably going to get something. But even then... the second batch It's running out of time, look at this."

He slid several newspapers along the tabletop toward Shadow.

This is not a wizarding newspaper, but a newspaper from the mortal world.

In the past, when he was free, Shadow would occasionally read this kind of reading that reported trivial matters as a means of killing time.

Generally speaking, most of these newspapers contain gossip about stage stars, some political propaganda and reports that make Miss Puppet not very interested, or the editor's ridicule and sarcasm at someone.

What is a little more exciting is that some wanted thief visited the mansion of a wealthy businessman and stole property or the hearts of ladies and ladies.

But among these several newspapers, no matter they used to be pragmatic or unreliable tabloids, they are now reporting the same incident.

Miss Doll's expression froze a little bit, and she read it out subconsciously.

"The Prussian ambassador was assassinated in Paris, and the war between the two countries may be inevitable...Is this also their handwriting?"

Hyde was expressionless.

"The murderer did have magical traces left by spiritual hints. On such occasions, the local executors even arranged for manual protection, but they were still succeeded."

"The situation between these two countries is already quite tense. In this way, I am afraid that the war will break out early."

Shadow looked at the newspaper in his hand,

"But what's the point of this? Why expand the war in the mysterious world to the mortal world? What influence can those ordinary people have?"

Hyde didn't answer her question directly, but asked it rhetorically.

"Remember what they did in the underground cemetery?"

Shadow remembered that it was an incident reported by Ayla through the alliance channel, and because it did not cause any bad effects, this incident did not leave a deep impression on Miss Puppet.And there didn't seem to be any connection between the two things. She didn't understand why the other party would suddenly mention a completely unrelated matter at such a time.

Hyde sighed.

"I may have a little clue about this matter. If it's as I guessed, then it won't be enough for these bastard dark wizards to die a thousand times."

Chapter 18 Angels

The train slowly entered Königsberg at night, and there were few pedestrians near the station. In such a situation, few people were willing to go out for a walk at night.

Demonstration petitions, suppression, or spies from other forces infiltrating the city and speculators who want to take advantage of this opportunity to make a lot of war money.

Although the country's top officials have not officially issued a curfew order, it is difficult to deal with the police in a few words during such a time period.

Regardless of whether it is just ordinary thieves or really good ordinary citizens who come and go at such a time, entering the police station is always quite troublesome.

The siren roared, and the steam rushed out along the black metal pipe.

When the train came to a complete stop, a few middle-aged gentlemen walked away from the car door and metal pedals, chatting and laughing in low voices. Behind them was a servant who silently dragged a heavy suitcase.

These people quickly attracted the attention of the police officers stationed at the station. A young man with obviously the highest police rank trotted forward a few steps.

"Hello, please show your ticket, pass and other identification."

One of the gentlemen seemed to know him, stepped forward and patted the policeman on the shoulder, and offered a cigarette.

The policeman took the cigarette and struck a match, but the cool west wind around him suddenly put out the flames.The gentleman cursed in a low voice, turned his back and carefully rubbed one.

"Is this necessary? Julian, we have been friends for so many years."

The gray-haired, middle-aged gentleman reached into his coat pocket as he spoke.

"The order from above, there have been too many unidentified people sneaking into the city recently, let alone the poor ghosts who are parading... It is said that there are spies from other countries. Brother Frank, I am also under orders Do something."

The police officer named Julian took a puff of cigarettes, took the ticket and pass, glanced at it briefly, and handed it back.

"Didn't I hear that you went to Danzig to do business? Why did you suddenly come back to Königsberg?"

"Danzig is too chaotic and dangerous now. Several shipping routes in the port have been blocked. Even if we stay there, there is no business to do."

He lowered his voice, and handed out two more five-silver talers.

"Take it and have a drink or two with your friends. It's hard to be on duty in such a cold night."

"I heard that there may be a war along the coast. It is safer inland recently. I am also planning to stock up on some supplies for the winter when I come back this time. I will need your care in the future, Officer Julian."

Winter is still more than half a year away, but the winter mentioned by the merchants obviously does not refer to the climate.

After receiving the two heavy silver coins, Julian's speech became vague.

"And several other gentlemen..."

Frank's friendly smile turned serious at the ambiguity.In my impression, the police officers have never seen such an expression on the face of this middle-class small businessman.

"Officer, I know you are responsible, but it's better not to take things too seriously."

So saying, he pointed to three carriages coming along the street.

On the foggy street, a few dim oil lamps came from a distance, the sound of horseshoes was almost inaudible, only the copper bell at the rear of the car tinkled.The three black carriages were like phantoms floating in the mist.

Strange to say, in such a close night, Julian didn't notice the approach of the carriage at all before being reminded by the former.

He asked himself that although he had sharpened his skills and willpower through flattery and day-to-day laziness, as a police officer who had received professional training, his instincts and reactions had not deteriorated much.

When the three four-wheeled black carriages came to a stop, six horses of equal height with shiny coats did not make the slightest sound.

The metal coat of arms on the side of the carriage made the corners of Frank's eyes twitch slightly, and the police officer remembered that it should belong to a nobleman.

He immediately stopped several colleagues who were trying to ask questions, and retreated to the side of the road.

The gentleman and the servants got into the carriage one by one, and disappeared into the depths of the mist amidst the flickering oil lamps.And at a place where no one noticed, another passenger slowly left the train at this moment. He seemed to fall asleep during the journey and didn't wake up until the station was about to close.

The guest pressed the hat on his head, and the station was empty at this time, even the previous police officers had already left.

He looked around, then pulled the clothes on his body and left slowly.

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Guests enter an inconspicuous building, which looks like a grocery store on the surface, but the underground passage inside can extend all the way to the administrative district three blocks away.

When he left the underground again, he had already arrived at the mansion belonging to a certain official.

He was received by two servants and followed them into a room. The atmosphere of this room was obviously different from the glamorous mansion outside.

It is like a private church set up inside the mansion. People sit on the circular steps with solemn expressions, and in the deepest part of the room is a faceless god with a hood.

When the last guest arrived, the eldest person in the room crossed his hands, put his index finger on his shoulder and bowed his head to the statue.

"Praise my lord, praise your grace, and praise the paradise you promised. Our brothers and sisters have gathered here, and I hope you will send down the oracle to guide us on the path we should take."

After he repeated the sutra three times, a yellowish beam of light was projected above the faceless statue, and a beautiful figure gradually became clear in the beam.

It was a beautiful girl with long chestnut hair. She was as delicate as a doll, and every line was graceful and sacred, making it impossible to have evil thoughts in her heart.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she opened her eyes as bright as amethyst.This made her holy temperament a little more mysterious.

The other people in the room made pious prayer postures at the same time, crossing their hands and chanting in unison:

"Praise you, the Archangel of Paradise, the saint who spreads the Gospel, and honorable Lady Famini."

The beam of light finally condensed on the girl's body into a gauze-like white classical robe, and her whole body radiated light, making it difficult for people to look directly at it with the naked eye.

"The Lord has sent down an oracle. From today onwards - my will is God's will, and my decision is God's decision. You must obey me and complete the final trial."

This arrogant speech is considered blasphemy in any religion. It confuses the concept of acting, but elevates one's words and deeds to the height of God.

But no one among the people present would question this. The miraculous scene before made them no longer question the oracle.

"According to your will."

Weier, who was bathed in the holy light, raised the corners of her mouth,

"Blessed are you then."

Chapter 19 Meet

After welcoming the arrival of the saint, the people present reported the situation in the area they were in before.

"The assassination mission went very smoothly. The ambassador's bloodline can even be related to the royal family. In this way, at least the situation will not simply calm down."

A stooped man spoke first, but the other immediately refuted.