Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 282

Pritz Harbor, in a long-vacant house.

The dusty wall suddenly blurred and twisted, and a blurry figure with exaggerated arms walked out of it quickly. As the wall behind him returned to normal, this figure also became clear. It was Dorian Gray from the Abraham tribe.

With a medium stature, he no longer has the gentlemanly demeanor he had before. His neatly combed hair was wet with sweat, and he was lying on his head wetly. The half-height silk top hat had long since disappeared, and the black formal clothes on his body were also covered with sweat. Wrinkles and stains.

Dorian was short of breath. At the end of October, Pritz Harbor had a bit of coldness in late autumn, but he seemed to be in the heat of the heat, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead and his back already wet. After a while, he reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, ignoring the dust on the chair, and sat down.

Looking at the dusty room, Dorian's mouth showed a hint of bitterness. Since the former "traveler" Botis was seduced by the real creator and joined the Aurora Society, he has not experienced a battle for a long time since the disaster of the Abraham family. If it wasn't for his familiarity with Pritz Harbor and the ability to pass through walls, he would have been caught long ago.

Is that woman a Gnosis? Or witch sect?

From Dorian's point of view, this time he was completely innocent. The "witch" didn't have any strange reaction when he entered the restaurant. If it wasn't for the wrong timing for his own departure, he would not have been chased by the white-haired woman.

As soon as he relaxed, he felt that a whip composed of electric current appeared in his mind, causing his already tired body to go limp and completely lose his ability to resist.

Oops, it's the "Interrogator"!

"your name?"

A majestic voice sounded, causing him to dissipate even the consciousness of resistance, and his brain has already responded:

"Dorian Gray"

"Are you a member of the Abraham family?"

How could she know? As soon as Dorian had this thought, he nodded subconsciously, and then found that the long electric whip in his spirit disappeared, and the invisible sense of oppression also dissipated.

Two figures suddenly appeared in his somewhat blurred vision, one of them with long white hair was the "witch" who had just chased him down.

The two people in front of him gradually became clear. Dorian squinted his eyes so that he could see the other figure more clearly. She was also a woman, with black hair and gray eyes. Although she had a smile on her face, she was a little stiff.

"Have the descendants of the Abraham family changed their surnames?" Alysia remembered that the surname of Mrs. Anlisa who made Fors an "apprentice" was Nord, not Gray.

"Who are you?" Dorian wasted time, looking for an opportunity to escape. He didn't see how the two got in. As "apprentices", they were very good at escaping.

"Alicia Tamara."

"You're looking for me... Tamara?" Dorian's erratic eyes were dull for a moment, he stood up suddenly and looked at Alysia, "Are you from the Tamara family? Which one..."

His voice was a little excited at first, but when he saw the white-haired "witch" next to him, he realized that this Tamara tribe should be the Tamara tribe of the Gnosis Society, and his voice dropped.

No, Dorian clearly remembered that he had seen in the family records that after the Tamara family split at the beginning of the Fifth Epoch, those who joined the Gnosis Society were all "apprentices", and there was no "arbiter". Was that an extraordinary item just now?

The somewhat stiff smile on Alysia's face was even more "bright". She turned her head slightly to look at the "witch" beside her, and Griffith also raised her head in response, only to see two bursts of light in her gray eyes. Lightning flashed, and fell to the ground in front of him.

Dorian, who had planned to take this opportunity to escape, was stunned for a while. He didn't know what happened to the two people on the opposite side. Why did one suddenly fall down? But when he calmed down, Alysia had already shifted her gaze back to him.

"I can now confirm that you are a member of the Abraham family."

There are many people who can know that the Tamara family has split, but they are only concentrated in the three angel families of Tamara, Antigonus, and Abraham.

Dorian frowned and asked a little nervously:

"You are the Tamara tribe who lived in seclusion."

Alysia nodded. Although she did not find any members of the Gnostic Society, it was good to find her former allies and relatives, even though that was more than a thousand years ago.

"How did you come out? And with the 'witch' of the Gnostic Society... Are you here to find the tribe that joined the Gnostic Society?"

Alysia looked down at Griffith, who was unconscious on the ground, but did not answer his question:

"We need to talk. Although I know the situation of part of the Abraham family, it's better for you to say it again."

"no problem."

Although the marriage between the Abraham family and the Tamara family happened 1,400 years ago, after all, there is a feeling, and a strong man who can easily make a "witch" stunned is not strong in his fighting ability. The "astrologer" is even less likely to do anything.

on the Isle of Stie.

The big boy, Jamil Lovelace, had already put his fears behind him, holding a pen and paper and asking Rawls how he felt after being promoted.

"Every time I drink the potion, I will have a different feeling, especially after reaching Sequence 6, according to the research in the church, this has a lot to do with the ability after promotion, you just 'distorted' my sense of direction, then you Do you feel the same way when you drink the potion?"

Rawls is also very interested in the research of the Church of Knowledge. Knowledge is power in this world is not just empty words. The ancient gods have a deep understanding of how strong the researcher's combat effectiveness is.

"It's not just the distortion of the sense of direction, every part of the body, everything in front of you is distorted."

Jamil immediately lowered his head to record and muttered to himself:

"The core ability of Baron 'Corruption' is 'Twist'. This ability is derived from the main potion material 'Crystallized Twisted Blood Vines'. You can try to use powder to make the material for spells. What are the auxiliary materials that can be balanced? ?Pure water? No, it's to balance the eyes of ghosts and foxes, does rosemary have this effect?"

"What can you do with these researches? Can you make spells? I remember that Sequence 6 'lore scholars' can analyze and imitate extraordinary abilities?" Although Rawls was very interested, he didn't know much about this aspect, after all, he taught him this aspect. The "Viscount Fear" of knowledge is a two-knife.

Jamil glanced at Rawls in surprise. All Sequence Six Beyonders can serve as bishops within the church. After reaching this level, few people understand their Beyonder abilities. He shook his head slightly and scribbled on the paper:

"The spell is only one aspect, knowing the corresponding knowledge is what the 'erudite' needs to do, especially for some powerful Beyonder abilities, it is necessary to use the corresponding spell to simulate greater power.

In addition to the corresponding symbols, the materials for making spells are also a big problem. We often choose some powders of the main material of potions, or something with similar abilities but weakened to replace them.

For example, the powder of 'crystallized twisted blood vines' or ordinary twisted blood vines, the eyes of ghost foxes are replaced with blood. "

Jamil said as he wrote that it was the easiest for him to do two things with one mind, and his thinking jumped very fast, and he also talked about other relevant knowledge from time to time, so that "scumbags" like Rawls could also listen to them. Have relish.

"Just asking about your feelings can only make me understand a little bit, or I can study it better after I take the potion."

Rawls raised his eyebrows and asked curiously:

"I remember you said that you are a natural 'reader', and you should have digested the potion long ago. Why haven't you taken the potion of the 'reasoning student'?"

"I wonder now, how did you become a 'Corrupted Baron'?" Jamil rolled his eyes at him and continued to lower his head to record, "A born Extraordinary will not be affected by the mental imprint of the Extraordinary characteristics, and it can be digested without acting. A large part. In more than ten years, even a natural Sequence 7 is enough to digest. I am only a Sequence 9 'reader', and I have digested the potion when I was three or four years old.

The next potion is not something that can be taken after being digested. A child of three or four years old will only lose control if he takes a potion. Although I am almost fifteen years old, I have enough knowledge and sufficient spirituality to take the next potion, but it will affect my physical development, and the consequences will be very serious! "

You don't look like you're about to be fourteen now, and you're almost forty... Rawls secretly complained, does the Church of Knowledge really specialize in cultivating researchers?

"More importantly, my mother doesn't want me to be promoted to Sequence 8 too early, otherwise I should be a Sequence 7 or even a Sequence 6 from birth. She was worried that my IQ was not enough, so she only made me a 'reader', but I Where do I need these, my test scores are higher than those of the Sequence 8 'reasoning students' or even the Sequence 7 'Knower'."

Is your mother taking you as an experiment? Rawls suddenly felt that having a high-sequence mother didn't seem like a good thing, especially this kind of research madman! And in this world, what happened to the sons doesn't seem to be very good...

Jamil didn't know Rawls's complaints, he turned his neck and let the neck that had been bowing his head a little sore move. After reviewing the content on the paper again and making sure there was nothing missing, he stood up and waved to the stone golem Romit beside him:

"Romit, let's go catch a ghost fox, I want to try to make a 'Corrupt Mind' spell."

To his surprise, Romit rejected him very rarely:

"Jamil, I want to remind you that we don't have the materials to make spells, you can't do it with the blood of the ghost fox alone, and with your current ability, you can't develop a spell, or a spell involving the mind. "

"It doesn't matter, I believe you can help me. As for the materials..." Jamil waved his hand and thought for a while, "How about the ghost fox's leg bone? Metal is not suitable for this spell, the ghost fox leg bone is at least Give it a try and find the right material later.”

Although Romit's stone face had only three holes, Rawls could actually feel hesitant emotions from it, which made him somewhat lament the power of Jamille's "prophet" mother.

"Rolls, can you help Jamil?"

"No problem, but I don't know how to make spells, and I don't have any knowledge in this area."

Jamil on the side did not "discriminate" against Rawls, he patted his chest and said confidently:

"I'll teach you. It's very simple to make a spell. I learned it in half an hour. I believe you can learn it before you leave here."

No, I don't believe in myself... Rawls complained in his heart and nodded in agreement. He also wanted to know how the spells Jamil made were different from his own abilities.

"...Since then, there have been only those of us who barely escaped in the family, or clansmen who didn't want to become Beyonders, and they didn't even want to contact us."

Dorian Gray sighed. More than a thousand years ago, when the ancestor Bethel was still there, his family could still protect the Tamara family, but now he can only survive. Not to mention restoring the glory of the ancestors and the family, it is a little dangerous to be able to pass on the family.

Alysia nodded, this was similar to what Rawls told her, only in more detail. In Dorian, the Abrahamic population, it added a touch of sadness. She lowered her head and added a "mental piercing" to Griffith, the "witch" who was about to wake up, and asked:

"Laubero Nord and Anlyssa Nord, do you know each other?"

"Have you met them? I remember they moved to Backlund many years ago, but they never contacted me."

Dorian was a little surprised at first, but also a little disappointed, but when he heard that they were all dead, he closed his eyes with a sad face, sighed and said softly:

"That's fine... Where is their cemetery? I want to go and see them. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is reluctant to contact them when they are alive, and they have to see each other when they die, don't they?"

"Green Cemetery in the West End." Alysia's tone was also a little low, she thought of her own family.

After a few minutes, Dorian broke free from his depression. He was used to it, and his chapped lips trembled slightly:

"Since you chose to come out, are you planning to face the seven major churches and the four kingdoms of the Northern Continent? Although they haven't moved for a long time, as long as you come out, you will definitely be hunted down."

Alysia was silent for a while, then nodded:

"I... We want to bring the divided clans back, and join you again..."

Dorian interrupted her and firmly refused:

"The Abraham family has no bargaining chips. The Beyonder with the highest family sequence is a Sequence Seven like me. I can't help you."

"The Tamara family has no plans to start a war. Although we are only trying, the probability of success is very high."

Dorian frowned, the meaning was too vague, but it didn't matter. After all, the Abrahams won't look forward to anything anymore, and they can't afford to lose.

Alysia didn't give a specific explanation. Instead, she told Fors's story and hoped that Dorian could teach her. Although Fors was useless, her friend Hugh was a part of Rawls's plan, and it would not be too dangerous to increase her strength a little.

Dorian agreed, even if Alysia didn't tell him, after he knew what Fors had done, there was a high possibility of making such a decision.

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