Chapter 267 Zaratu, you frame me!

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Leonard painted the notebook in his hand in the corner of the lounge.

He had skillfully recorded the facial features of "Sherlock Moriarty". Just like Ince Zangwell, he could draw a rough portrait with his eyes closed, but he could never recall this sense of familiarity.

Source.

"When is it? Who is it?"

Leonard quickly outlined a Sherlock with sketching style, stared at the other person's beard for a while, and suddenly wiped the beard with the eraser at the end of the pencil.

But he wiped his beard black in a few strokes. Leonard was stunned, and suddenly realized something, and immediately drew another one next to him.

This one has no beard.

The first impression a senior detective gives people is often experienced. This sophistication is not only about qualifications and experience, but also subconsciously makes people count his age to thirty or even forty. But after losing his beard, Sherlock

Moriarty suddenly became very young.

Sherlock Moriarty's real age may not be that old!

Leonard's pupils shrank slightly, his pen tip paused in the air, and began to look for other covers. Soon, he scratched another Sherlock with his glasses removed next to the beardless Sherlock.

Leonard frowned and looked at the three small photos carefully, and his eyes suddenly widened.

He suddenly stood up, ran away, left the lounge, and rushed all the way to his small workroom in the church.

Leonard threw himself at the cork board he used to nail photos of suspicious people, took off the photo of Sherlock Moriarty, and placed it on the table. He also spread out his graffiti notebook and placed it next to the photo.

Finally, he bent down with some tremblingness, took out a book from the drawer, and took out a flat photo of the book without any wrinkles and scratches.

——This is a photo of Tingen Nightclub.

It was taken one month after the new divinationist Klein Moretti officially joined.

Leonard placed the photo solemnly on the table, closed his eyes, and turned on the light.

Under the light, the smiles of everyone on the photo were clearly visible, and the friend who had already died in the disaster looked at the camera shyly.

...However, she was with Sherlock Moriarty who had removed her beard and glasses.

Almost exactly the same.

...

Medic frowned and sat on the rock warmed by the bonfire. He retrieved the person next to him who was trying to move away and asked:

"Those kids decided to make a temporary truce?"

Trena, who was caught by the conquered man with his arms, nodded his head, and the new Red War members around him were secretly grilling skewers.

"That's it? The quality of the church under the hands of the God of Death is just this? There are no extra staff in the two counties? Their consuls are decorations?"

Ah. Consul.

Trainer took out a black and white photo from the wooden document holder in his hand. The document behind recorded the life profile of a man named Azke Eggs and pointed it to Medic:

"The consul of the Church of Death seems to be a little problem. His life has been traversed fifteen times, all of which were spent in the Northern Continent, six of which were wealthy businessmen, five of which were nobles, and the remaining were civilians of the middle class or wealthy class.

The nobles only climbed to the baron's throne - this was also caused by the suppression of mixed-race and southern continental people on the Northern Continent. In short, the Azkh consul now seems to know nothing about politics and management, and his state is wrong.

The ability improvement brought by the potion itself also takes a certain amount of time to be able to be reflected again."

"He is just handling some affairs with a name, and his real power is not as good as a high priest, and the highest rule of the Bailang Empire is still..."

Trainer thought about the title and said:

"Pale Emperor."

Medic is quite concerned about intelligence information. After listening to this report, he pinched Azke Eggs' resume with two fingers. After looking at it, the gloating on his face would not be hidden.

Lived:

"This kid is today."

"Do you know Him?" Trainer asked politely. He felt that this was completely nonsense. Medic became famous in the Third Age, saying that every angel later met Him.

believe.

"I'm not an acquaintance. I heard that He was glared at the end of the Quaternary period, and then there was no news." Medic looked through the introduction of Azke's fifteen life that could be found, and said happily, "

I just said how could He be alive but had no sound at all. It turned out that he had become dementia."

It turns out that in the eyes of the natural mythical creatures, forgetting part of the power of the potion itself is equivalent to becoming dementia. The sequence is "Death Consul" but it cannot handle the affairs of the church and the empire well for a while. If Medic meets it

It is definitely a joke - He was imprisoned in the basement for almost two thousand years, and has not forgotten his instinct to rule!

"By the way, He has a favored man, you have seen it."

Trainer, who touched a bunch of corn and started grilling, turned around: "Ah?"

"That little diviner who has become a woman."

Medic pinched his chin with interest: "He was carrying the Pale Legion's whistle, and this kind of thing could never be given to an ordinary servant. Maybe he was this little feathered snake. I don't know much.

What about grandsons of my generation? But it has been so long that the Big Feather Snake has not brought the Pale Legion back. Could it be that he has let it be taken to the little divination family?"

"It's so stupid. A group of people who play with dead zombies actually feel that they don't have enough staff - they just take the Pale Legion back, and there are so many people."

"You are right, but it's a pity that the Pale Legion has nothing to do with you."

Trainer teased casually, and suddenly felt the arms that were on his neck tightening suddenly, (No, I'm surrounded by hunters recently, and my mouth is faster than my brain if I accidentally do it!) He immediately started to clear up his mind, and double commerce

Recovered, he spoke with enlightenment: "Why do you have to follow the orders of the Church of Death? You have directly crippled other places. Even if the Church of Death runs, it will follow and can still attract the army of the North Mainland.

”

With his arms loose, Trainer took the opportunity to turn the roasted corn into the paste:

"The pace within this month is too fast, and pushing Ruhn too hard will make Intis feel nervous. Now Ruhn's garrison in East Bayron has been forced to Berens City, Ruhn

They were not allowed to retreat, so they were ready to stand on the sea until reinforcements arrived."

"Who is the reinforcements?"

"Are you interested? I heard that he is a noble person, perhaps a saint from the royal family or the duke's house."

Trainer was more pessimistic about Ruon's resistance. The Southern Continent camp's sequence symbolized the war in the first place, staring at his own roasted corn. What's the use of sending a demigod from the Northern Continent?

Unless the angels participate in the war... Based on his current occult knowledge, it can be seen that in the case of a true god, the angels can only reach the highest level of sequence two. If Medic is killed, it is estimated that multiple angels will fight, or the gods will descend.

God descends...

Can't imagine it.

"Maybe he is just a cover, and there will be strong people hiding behind him..." Trainer muttered. Due to Medic's tactical intimidation, he had to break the freshly baked corn into two sections.

Give Medic a section. Although he felt that the Northern Continent would definitely not want to detonate the war so quickly, he still chose to remind him, "If Augustus had angels, it would be their founding monarch. I think this is the case

It is impossible for people to enter the battlefield so quickly, but you have to be careful of the help of the church. Maybe the royal demigod will follow a church angel."

But generally speaking, angels will not easily join the war.

The same is true for the "Angel of War". In addition to the occasional command, Medic kept forcibly suppressing the impulse to trigger a war and overlooking the battlefield. The battle between the saints is also a small fight, and it does not really threaten God and the anchor.

Angels are the same as the Pope, with a noble status. They are mythical figures that have been sung for a hundred years, and they are also very rare.

Once it appears, it means that the battle has risen to the point where the gods look down and watch. It is no longer a battle between humans, but a battle between gods!

God's will determine the direction of war and the final winner.

People cannot compete with God, so in order to gain as much as possible before God's will arrive, people will always find ways to pull more, delay the time when the angels arrive, or simply let things be saints

The level ends.

"The Northern Continent can't do it. I guess it's a small fight for a long time. The old snake is waiting for the Northern Continent to send angels first. His own two sequences are one plus one unique. Isn't it also an angel?

?”

Medic and his subordinates were gnawing corn together, chatting about the customs and customs of the Southern Continent, teasing each other about who saw the beautiful girl again, who was nervously firing bullets in the raid, and who also shared it from time to time

The new favorite of the Aurora Club’s canteen is "Consecrated Beef and Mashed Potatoes".

This beef-flavored potato, which can be added to the sacramental fish and cakes, is exactly the same as Bishop Rose's understanding of flesh and blood magic. Mr. Frank, who is far away on the sea, has become the most popular among the Aurora congregation.

Admiring farmer.

Since Aurora has been exposed to this product, the originally deserted canteen has become lively with the naked eye.

Many new believers in the Aurora Society were attracted by "spicy barbecue and white bread". The people at the bottom were simple and simple, and they could only eat something in one bite if they believed in the evil gods.

Potatoes have always been a very high-yield crop, and this has been even more so after Mr. Frank's improvement. A few times of grain can be planted on a mu of land. Although I haven't eaten "sicky grilled meat and white bread" a few times,

It is also acceptable to eat honey noodles, beef-flavored mashed potatoes, fried potato cakes, potato noodles, potato flour, potato dumplings, and fries that have become mysterious...

Being able to do things is already the first thing that makes people happy and satisfied besides praying.

They have now become regular customers of the canteen, and the factory canteen is lively every day.

Therefore, Mr. Frank Lee jumped into the most popular person in the Aurora Society besides the Lord.

Whoever helps people eat, people remember who they remember.
To be continued...