Roland personally led three hundred gray temples to ride three flying eagles to the Thunderstorm Mountains. After seeing the tragic scene, even experienced veteran case officers vomited on the spot.

"Burnt all the corpses to be burned and buried, and brought back alive, directly detained in the secret cell, the matter of interrogation was handed over to the intelligence department, and reported directly to me, the rest did not have the authority to know." Roland said calmly, looking away from there Take back on the evil altar.

"Yes!"

The people agreed in unison, and the professionality was immediately manifested. A large pit was dug quickly, and all the corpses were thrown into the pit. The fire magician lost a few fireballs, and immediately turned into flying ash, and was buried in the sand. Quickly return to flat ground.

"Let's go back." After Roland himself confirmed that there were no omissions, he led the team away, and no one asked for more than half a word throughout the process.

Recently, the Grey Temple has taken over some weird events and arrested a strange group of people, but after the dispatch, it generally does not need to be shot, it only needs to end, just like a team of professional scrubbers.

However, the confidentiality level of these events is the highest level in the Grey Temple. Even members of the Grey Temple are prohibited from discussing. Once any wind is leaked, it is not as simple as disciplinary punishment.

"The lord, this is the confession of those guys caught during the day." Bolton walked into Roland's office, closed the door, and put a stack of confessions wrapped in kraft paper on the table, watching Roland hesitate. Will say: "What they say ..."

"Part of it is true." Roland took the kraft paper bag and opened it, looking at the confession.

Bolton's face changed slightly. Roland didn't say much, but it contained a lot of information.

Those guys caught back today are all gods and gods, worshipping a certain evil god, and praying that one day the evil **** will be able to reappear on earth and make Nolan the land of disaster, and they will become slaves of the evil gods and get powerful Strength and eternal life.

One or two of these people may be treated as coincidental mental disorders, but when such people gather together and have a deep belief in their beliefs, or even if they are willing to dedicate themselves to the release of evil gods, things will become a little scary. .

If such an evil **** really exists, it must be a great threat to Nolan, or it will be a disaster once it appears.

Bolton was not a timid person. As the chief of the Grey Temple Intelligence Department, he knew more about what Roland was so concerned about, and even listed it as the highest secret sequence.

"The guys you brought back to the night are all interrogated, not only their behavior and purpose, but also the dreams, and really useful information may be in their dreams." Roland singled out A confession was pushed in front of Bolton.

Bolton picked up the confession, the main content of which was an ridiculous dream. A huge unnamed object was trapped under the ground by countless chains. There were thousands of caves under the ground and countless dark ones. Passage, that voice is calling for him ...

He didn't know how much this ridiculous dream was worth, but he had already understood Roland's intentions. The evil **** behind these crazy guys' dream was the purpose of their investigation.

"Come on, we still have a lot of work, but we don't have much time." Roland continued to look down at the confessions and said flatly.

"Yes." Bolton turned and exited the office. He didn't know how to explain to the nervous subordinates who were tortured by those guys, but the next interrogation might be more painful.

...

Shaking red wine glasses, intoxicating red wine, and intoxicable beauties, after all, were not able to pour McGonagall.

Putting Irina in her arms gently on the bed and removing her coat, McGonagall returned to her room with a smile, locked the door, closed her eyes and opened the mutton soup experience bag.

"This idiot! I'm so angry!" Irina opened her eyes in the next room and shook her fist in annoyance.

Lamb soup is available in almost all parts of the country, and has its own characteristics due to different regions.

The mutton soup recipe provided by the system to McGonagall is said to be a masterpiece of the strengths of each family.

Meg actually likes to drink mutton soup, but this seemingly simple mutton soup is also a test of the skill of the chef. The mutton tastes heavy and can not be handled properly. Respectable.

"Those owners of the lamb shop I've talked about ... will not be among the cursed chefs, right?" McGonagall raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that things were suddenly a little bad.

He is not a mean person, he may be more demanding than the average person, and he is not familiar with the attitude of the so-called online celebrity shops and old shops, but he ca n’t cook his dishes with care. Now that we have spoken, it is better to say something truthful.

Of course, such words may not sound so pleasant.

Anyway, he always doesn't care if others think it sounds good, just like he can't control the mouths of those sprays, then he is not allowed to tell some big truth?

"Host, please don't comfort yourself. The completion of the dishes has been determined. Please enter the kitchen **** trial field as soon as possible!" The voice of the system sounded.

"So what ... system, can I apologize here, I think I used to talk a bit too much, or else you open a live broadcast, I am here to express my apologies to the chefs who have been hurt by me? "Meg smiled.

"The chefs said they couldn't forgive you," the system replied.

"Hehe." McGonagall rolled his eyes, unsurprisingly, raised his **** quietly, with a bit of scorn: "Isn't it just a perfect mutton soup? You guys don't think about it, even the things left by your ancestor If you ca n’t keep it, let me see what it means to be a real mutton soup! "

Then McGonagall kicked the door of the Kitchen God's Trial.

There ... It's also very happy.

...

"This array ..." Nuofan stood at the altar, staring at the array with a frown, while eliminating the whisper that kept ringing in his ears.

"Can it be solved?" Krassu asked slightly nervously.

"It's difficult. I don't know much about the ancient array method. There are too few data on the world, and a few relics have also been seriously damaged. I am afraid no one in this world has ever seen a complete array of ancient array methods, let alone Researched. "Nuo Fan shook his head, his face dignified.

"If it doesn't work for you, I'm afraid other people can't help it," Krasu sighed.

"There is no absolute thing, maybe some people have studied the ancient formation law quite a bit. We can gather some array masters to study this seal formation and see if we can find a breakthrough." Nuo Fan shook his head and took out a photo stone to take a picture A corner of the seal circle.

...

"System, what about my sheep ?! What about a big sheep !?"

Early the next morning, McGonagall opened the refrigerator and shouted, staring.