Ace Snake looked at the kind old man who led the "Mechanical Heart" team into the workshop, frowned and asked:

"Horamick, why are you here to join in the fun? Come to see our jokes about the "punisher"?"

Holramick Haydn is not only the head of the Backlund diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery, and a member of the Pre-God Council; he is also a very famous scientist throughout the northern continent and an honorary professor of physics at Backlund University.

From the tone of voice, you can hear that the "Song of God" is very familiar with the archbishop of the Steam Church, and has a good personal relationship.

Horamick listened to Ace's unkind tone and smiled peacefully: "Strictly speaking, this is the jurisdiction of the'Machine Heart'. It is also our duty to come and investigate..." At this point, he glanced at the other side. The handsome military man continued, "Don't worry, we are just here to provide some help, not to fight for '1-025'."

Ace Snake's face eased a bit when he heard the words, he thought for a while, and tentatively asked: "Has the'Machine Heart' got any new clues?"

"Not yet...but we have brought a sealed artifact that can provide clues." As he said, Holamick turned his body with his hands lowered naturally, and said to the man with a stiff face, " Ikanser, bring '2-111' here."

"Yes, the archbishop." The man named Ikanser replied respectfully, and walked forward with a silver mirror in his arms.

The eyes of the others immediately focused on the mirror.

There is an eye-like decoration on each side of the mirror. They are based on black gemstones, which look secluded and charming.

"It's just a Grade 2 Sealed Artifact?" Ace Snake was obviously disappointed when he saw this.

Holamick smiled without saying a word, and motioned to Ikanser to show its function.

Ikanser, who has a fluffy, messy, stubborn brunette hair, gritted his teeth and stroked the surface of the silver mirror with his right hand. After three times, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice:

"Dear Arrods, my question is, what happened in the basement of this workshop last night?"

As his voice fell, the surrounding space suddenly became turbulent, and water gleamed on the surface of the silver mirror.

Soon, a picture emerged in the silver mirror:

More than a dozen suspicious people in hoods were sitting around a long table and arguing fiercely. They didn't notice at all on the other side of the table. A young man with gold-framed eyes was watching them perform quietly.

At this time, a middle-aged man with apathetic eyes appeared at the door of the basement. He just opened the door, the young man who hadn’t noticed before stretched out his right hand, then opened his mouth to sing something, and then he threw out the ropes turned into hurricanes, and tied everyone in the entire basement. When he got up, he disappeared.

The water flashed and the picture changed. A man wearing a black coat, scarf and heavy hat walked into the basement. He looked around and walked straight to the front of a member of the "Secret Order". What he took out of his pocket.

Then, without seeing any movements of him, everyone in the basement became lifelike rag dolls.

The man waved his hand, and one by one the dolls flew up on their own, and plunged into an illusory bronze gate condensed in front of him.

Finally, the water in the mirror freezes on the picture of the man looking up slightly, revealing a face covered with dark spots.

The black spot was so terrible, even if it was just a scene "retrospected" by the silver mirror, it still made the people present feel shocked.

Ikanser let out a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to get away from the demigods, a few lines of ancient Fusac words appeared on the silver mirror:

"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions."

"If you answer incorrectly or lie, you will be punished."

The word "punishment" is as red as blood, as if still dripping with liquid!

The expression on Ikanser's face was distorted first, and then became extremely solemn.

Immediately afterwards, the water flashed on the silver mirror, and a new line of words appeared:

"Third Age, what is the real name of the queen of the Giant King's Court?"

Ikanser's throat squirmed, his forehead gradually sweating.

After a brief silence, he made up casually:

"Constans!"

"Error." The blood red words on the mirror changed again. "Task or punishment?"

Ikanser's expression was clearly struggling, and finally he breathed out:

"punishment."

As soon as his voice fell, a silver-white lightning struck his head out of thin air.

Hey hey hey, Ikanser's hair straightened up, his body fell down with a bang, and a little black smoke came out.

But the mirror did not follow him to the ground, instead it floated on its own and landed on the console of a machine next to it.

Stewart, the "Secret Skill Instructor" who had been watching this scene, saw this scene and immediately stepped forward, squatted down and pressed his right hand on Ikanser's back, simulating the ability to "heal".

Two seconds later, Ikanser stood up tremblingly, shaking and panting. It took a long while to greet Stuer with a hoarse voice, "Thank you, friend."

"You're welcome..." Stewart stood up, looked at the silver mirror lying quietly on the console, and asked thoughtfully: "It seems to have high-order abilities of'reader' and'sailor'. , Is it really just a '2' level sealed item?"

Ikanser nodded:

"Yes, it's not very harmful."

Speaking of the back, his tone suddenly felt a little bit more gritted.

"In other words, all other aspects have reached the standard of '1'-level sealed artifacts?" Stewart said suddenly.

At this time, the three saints present also discussed the scenes they had seen before.

"Will the man who appeared in the basement be '1-025"? The methods are very similar, and they are dressed like that in the summer. I can't think of any normal person who would choose to dress like this." Ace Snake said. After thinking about it, he came up with his own conclusion.

"Although there is a bit of truth, that person obviously came here for the things that belonged to the member of the'Secret Order', and the rest of the people were just getting hurt... Moreover, that person gave me the same feeling as '1-025'. It's not the same... he seems to be even more terrifying." The handsome man in the military said this, looking at Holamick with golden eyes.

What he meant was obvious. Since there is such a useful sealed artifact, why should he speculate wildly?

"So, now we need to know the specific origin of that man, and what exactly was the thing he took?" Holamick nodded in approval, then glanced at the weak Ikanser, and turned to the rest of the "Mechanical Heart". "The team members said:

"Which one of you will use '2-111'?"

Who thinks that the deacons and team members of the "Mechanical Heart" have not responded yet, but Stewart next to Ikanser is a little eager to say: "Your Excellency Holamick, can I use '2-111'? For knowledge? , I have full confidence. I should be able to answer its questions."

Holamick took a serious look at him when he heard the words, and replied with a smile: "Yes, it's up to you to use it."

After getting permission, Stewart enthusiastically picked up the silver mirror on the console. When he turned around and was about to ask Ikanser about the precautions for use, he found the senior deacon of the Steam Church and the "behind him" The members of Mechanical Heart all looked at themselves with pity.

mercy? why? Do you think I will be punished? Are they so sure that I can't answer the "2-111" question?

With a trace of perplexity, Stelter stroked the surface of the mirror with his right hand three times, and then asked:

"Dear Arrods, my question is the origin of the man who used to turn everyone in the basement into dolls."

The workshop went dark again, as if a dark cloud happened to float nearby.

Water flowed on the surface of the silver mirror, quickly condensing a slightly blurred picture:

It was an underground mausoleum. A man covered with black spots used a red armor, a silver sword and a dark glove to combine the ritual to seal himself in a sarcophagus.

Then the picture turned, the decorations in the mausoleum were visibly corrupted and weathered, obviously a long time had passed.

At this time, a transparent figure passed directly through the ceremony, through the sarcophagus, and was attached to the man.

The picture stopped abruptly.

"Sure enough, it's ‘1-025’!" Ace Snake squinted at the handsome military man, and said with a little excitement.

The military man ignored him. Instead, he held his chin and muttered to himself as he thought: "What happened to that man? Why did he seal himself up?"

"In the screen that flashed by just now, the family badge of that person appeared, I think it should be possible to find it in the royal library." Holamick listened quietly and prompted with a smile.

"Leave this to me, and I will do it as soon as possible." The handsome military man nodded slightly ~lightnovelpub.net~At this time, the silver mirror called Arrods had disappeared from the screen and turned into words appearing. .

It asked Stewart to answer a question, and if he lied or was unwilling to answer, he would be severely punished.

Stelter was a little expectant, and a little nervous, just a little strange in the wording of the mirror.

Answering questions is just like taking an exam. Knowing means knowing, not knowing means not knowing. Why does it think that I will lie or be unwilling to answer?

With doubts in his heart, Stewart looked at the mirror and waited quietly for the question.

After a few seconds, he saw the blood-like words change, forming one by one:

"Which bishop or deacon's wife came to mind when you first solved an adult's physical problem by yourself?"

Stewart was stunned for a moment, only to feel that all the eyes of everyone around him were cast over, especially a senior deacon of Storm Church who was on duty in the periphery.

...

On Saturday afternoon, due to another change in the weather, half of the sky was covered by heavy dark clouds, so the camping expedition at the public school was interrupted.

Under the leadership of Teacher Black, a group of young men and women quickly returned to the small town of Cornwall.

But as soon as he returned to the hotel, Abner found that the atmosphere in the town was a little bit wrong, and it seemed that there were a lot of new faces.

He couldn't help but look at Emma not far away, who also nodded solemnly, obviously aware of this.

At this moment, a voice came from behind their group;

"Miss Emma Horatio? Why are you here?"

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