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The expansion of the cult!

Elok shook his head secretly, and sighed that people are always so deceptive.

There is also a cult's superb ability to manipulate people's hearts.

Can't throw the pot to ordinary people, those extraordinary people with ulterior motives are the culprit.

The meeting ended soon, but people seemed to be still unfulfilled, and they wanted to continue.

But since the priest who presided over the meeting was no longer on stage, everyone began to leave the meeting room gradually.

This was the scene that Elok saw.

The people from Eaton began to expand, wooing everyone into the cult of the Congregational Church.

However, Elok always wondered why the priest seemed to have glanced at the protagonist of this memory in the end.

wrong!

It's more like taking a look at yourself.

He was full of doubts, frowned slightly, a little anxious.

Afterwards, he had originally found a corner to sit in and looked up at the big man, then stood up again, ready to take a look at the so-called venue.

I don't know if I can find some clues.

Familiarly turn on the astral vision, and walk along the path in the memory of the big man.

It was a huge shack in a slum, not underground, it was just a simple shack.

It’s not too far away from this bar, but it takes about twenty minutes.

Elok disguised himself with Transfiguration, lowered his head, like a porter returning home from get off work.

However, when he reached the position in the memory of that big man, he was suddenly taken aback.

In front of you is a huge garbage dump, and the piled up garbage hill is several meters high. Although it is a cold winter night, you can still smell the smelly smell.

Countless broken tiles, stones, food residues, and wine bottles are piled on the huge space.

There are still many small shacks around the garbage dump, which are the homes of people living near the garbage dump.

Other than that, there is no room at all.

Elok slightly covered his mouth and nose, making a disgusting look, but from the bottom of his heart he kept thinking about which part of the problem went wrong.

In addition to the problem of that person's memory, it is also the problem of this garbage dump.

Or maybe it's my own problem, which has been misled.

The failure of exploration did not annoy him, but made him somewhat suspicious. And surprised at the ability of this cult.

Could it be a place similar to a secret room? ?

It is possible that the cult likes to engage in this set.

logically.

If you can find the location through the memory of the participants, so can the temple or the former black-skinned historian.

An evil cult must take precautions in this regard.

It's normal to find it by yourself.

But looking around, this garbage dump does not have any problems in the transcendent realm.

Although the sea of ​​mental power is slightly different from the surrounding ones, it is in the normal range. Because there are few human inhabitants, the feedback from the sea of ​​mental power is naturally different.

Other than that, there is no difference at all.

The clue is broken.

He frowned slightly, groping his chin.

It seems that we have to get news from that big man.

Just as he turned his head and planned to start all over again, looking for useful clues again, his nerves were suddenly tense.

Suddenly, the originally dim night became even darker, and the invisible night sky was as black as ink. The stars that were still shining also hid.

His heartstrings tightened suddenly, opening bullet time at a critical juncture.

Looking back, he was surprised that the dark arrow originally in his mind did not exist.

Only the endless space of pitch black is with him.

He who turned on the astral vision was not afraid of these, and he was just a clone. The big deal is to directly interrupt the mental power output that reappeared yesterday, and it can be simply lifted.

Slightly squinted his eyes and carefully observed the current situation.

The sea of ​​mental power became calm, as if there was something calming its emotions.

Elok didn't panic in his heart. After waiting for a while, nothing happened, and there was no shadow of any astral body on the sea of ​​mental power.

His heart sank slightly.

Is this a trap? ?

He cautiously put on a long-range deflection shield for energy transfer to guard against possible hunters' dark arrows.

There are traps, it means there are hunters.

It seems that this garbage dump itself should be a trap set up by the "Congregational Council".

The real place is indeed not here.

However, since there are traps, why are there no hunters on guard?

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There is no need to continue to take it, he dissipated the phantom.

But Elok in the Dark Night Rose still had the same questions in his heart.

But the most interesting thing is about the idol.

The idol raised his heart to explore the secret past.

He looked at his pocket watch, it was not too late.

Hope Rich is not asleep yet.

He didn't choose to take out the small bottle, but directly planned to use the new method after reaching the fifth level to summon Rich.

He raised his hand and released a recurrence of yesterday.

He snapped his fingers, and the unexpected thing happened again.

Richie's historical images did not appear on the opposite side of him.

He looked at his right hand helplessly and curled his lips.

As a last resort, he could only take out the small drift bottle from Il's pocket again, and threw the small memory of himself into it.

He asked Nolandes for something to fill his stomach, and a cup of clear moonlight, holding a copy of today's newspaper in his hand, while slapped Erlang's legs while waiting for Rich to arrive.

About ten minutes passed. While Elok was still wondering how Rich's reaction was so slow today. A middle-aged man wearing a long trench coat and a bowler hat entered the Dark Night Rose.

Rich.

He first walked to the bar and ordered a dark moon night beer before slowly walking to Elok's side.

"There must be fine wine to match it at night."

This is Rich's first sentence.

He smiled and put the top hat on the table, seated on the opposite side of Elok.

"By the way, we haven't seen each other for a while. Where's Il?" Rich looked relaxed and asked casually.

"Should be tinkering with something in her laboratory. Father, do you want her?" Elok replied with a shrug.

Rich thought about it, then shook his head slightly and said:

"Forget it, I saw that memory, it is really interesting. What are you looking for for me today?"

Elok smiled and continued:

"It's really interesting. I want to explore history. About the history of Prometheus."

"Hey? Didn't the history teacher teach you when you were in high school?" Rich asked in surprise.

Elok sighed, curled his lips, and replied disdainfully:

"Please, the probability that those histories are true is almost equal to that of a rooster laying eggs. That is the history written by the victors. And what I want to explore is the true history."

"The history of mankind speaks of Prometheus as a hero, leading mankind to glory. In the end he died in order to protect mankind. It is a hero among heroes. The history of the elves speaks of Prometheus as a betrayer, leading to the elves. The decline."

"Both sides are biased. What I want to know is the real history."

"Hahaha~~ It seems that you understand the truth of history. History is written by victors. In other words, the history you know is written by those who wrote history." Rich said with a kind smile.

"About that distant age, even my understanding is only superficial. If you want to know the truth, maybe you have to find the person at that time."

"Who? It won't be the queen." Elok asked in surprise.

"Yes." Rich made a helpless expression. UU reading www.uukANAnshu.com

"Then I really hate my own life." Elok turned to his breath.

"Okay, okay. Elok. I'll tell you what I know." Rich had a funny feeling. Said dumbfoundingly.

Immediately, Elok raised his ears and lay his hands on the wine table, seriously like a student in school.

And Rich, not disappointed, began to tell:

"From the perspective of the two races, there is no problem in their history books. For the human race, Prometheus is the greatest hero, even greater than Azeroth. From the perspective of the elves, Prometheus is indeed the source of the decline of the elves."

"The prosperity of a race must have another race under its feet. The prosperity of a country must also have a loser. This is the law!"

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