Law of the Devil

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Chapter 348 [Dewey's Nose]

Dang!

dāng! dāng! When...

The big hanging clock in the study rang twelve times, and it was already midnight. Dewey sat in the chair in the study, bored and beat the crap out of him. Shake the empty bottle in your hand and sigh gently.

“What a boring evening.” He smiled as if. Then he looked up and looked at the portrait of the Rollins' ancestors hanging on the wall.

Well, there won't be any more magical creatures coming out of some painting tonight, will there?

Dewey had this ridiculous thought in his heart, and then he moved in his heart. Anyway, he was bored. He simply jumped out of the chair and set up a magic junction at the door of the study, moved over the shelf, climbed over the bookshelf, opened the machine on the bookshelf...

Looking at the familiar tunnel entrance, Dewey smiled and walked in casually.

It's still so dark and gloomy, but for Dewey, there's nothing scary about it anymore, and he walks straight to the bottom, and then he cleverly knocks on that Beidou star on the ceiling and opens the secret room where he found Samel's relic.

I went back to this room and looked at this big stone table in front of me. It was here in the beginning that I opened the last words of Sameer, a magic array, but after reading them, they were abandoned.

In fact, there was really nothing left. Dewey had thoroughly checked this place, even a few iron cabinets in the room had been opened by him, and there was really nothing of value. But Dewey was just bored out tonight, sitting in the study, just checking in.

He simply sat on the big stone table and stroked back and forth with a magic pattern on the tablet. When I first came here, I was just a magical rookie, but now, with Dewey's magic, the pattern of this magic array is really delicate. Obviously, my great-great-grandmother, the magical power is very brilliant.

He remembered the Cymel who hadn't heard from him for many days... Alas, this woman was so mean, she ignored herself for a month, and she really didn't come out... why?

He lazily went to the tablet, his eyes looked casually at the ceiling of this secret room...

After a while, Dewey suddenly jumped up and looked lazy. At this moment, his eyes narrowed. He looked carefully at the ceiling and frowned...

Seems... a little strange.

On the ceiling of this secret room, there are several indented patterns, which Dewey saw long ago when he first came here, except that at that time, Dewey touched the indented areas a few times later and judged them, which were supposed to be inlaid with a few magic gems for lighting purposes.

But now, as Dewey's magic gets deeper and deeper, look at the ceiling again today and you'll see a slight difference!

He stood up and reached out his hand to try to touch the ceiling. Luckily, he was older now and much taller than when he first came here. He stood on the tablet again, so he didn't have as much effort as before. He reached out his hand to touch the ceiling for a while. Several recesses in the pattern were pushed by him more...

Then, at this moment, suddenly...

Boom!!

The two slabs of the ceiling above his head split suddenly, left and right, as if it were an open door, and then immediately grey and loud inside. A man who didn't know what was splitting his head over his face, with choking dust, suddenly fell down and hit Dewey's head with a heavy blow.

Dewey shouted, squatting with his hands in his head, grinning his teeth for a while, which is why he carefully looked down at this thing...

A quadrilateral plate, because I don't know how many years have passed, and a thick layer of ash on it has completely covered up what it is. Dewey blew hard, the grey soil immediately spread away, choking Dewey to cough directly. He dared not to blow again, so he rubbed it with his sleeve a few times...

Mm-hmm.

When the dust is wiped off, it reveals its original colour...

Dewey's eyes stared.

Golden?

He pinched it so hard that it was gold?!!

The golden plate was about four fingers thick and held in his hand. Dewey couldn't help but sit down with the ashes on his face and rubbed the dust on it with his sleeve quickly. Finally, the object finally revealed its original appearance.

“... is it a book? ”

Dewey took a breath, his mouth was full of dust, and he couldn't take it anymore. This is indeed a book, just pure gold, and the stitching is so tight that Dewey tries to swing it and finds it impossible to open it at all.

Is it too old to be stuck?

When Dewey thought about it, he immediately grabbed a dagger from the storage ring, held it in his hand, was about to insert it into the seam, and suddenly he heard a voice coming from behind him.

“If I were you, I wouldn't do it. ”

“Ah!” Dewey was shocked and turned her head quickly, but saw Sameer's strange face, standing quietly behind herself. However, her body was suspended...

Shit, in this shady secret room, it looks like she's a ghost.

Dewey sighed: “Hmm, how did you get out? Didn't you say you ignored me for a month? Besides, please say hello before you come out next time, or you'll scare the shit out of me. ”

After a pause, Dewey looked at the guy with confusion: "Hey! Are you, are you the magical creature or my great-great-great-grandmother? Who came out today...”

Before he could finish, the guy behind him suddenly jumped onto the stone stage and sat next to Dewey, wandering her raw calf as if intentionally.

“Uh... don't bother asking, you're the magical creature.” Dewey sighed. What if that cold, weird guy who talks like a real Semel accessory came out and didn't shake his calf in front of me?

“Hmm.” This magical creature, Semmel, seemed a little dissatisfied, but then her eyes fell on what Dewey had in her hands: “If I were you, I wouldn't try to open it by force with this dagger. ”

“Why?” Dewey asked, turning her eyes immediately: "Do you know how to open it? ”

“I don't know.” Sameer shook his head: “I didn't know there was such a thing hidden in the ceiling of this room, which I would have told you if I had. However, I feel implicitly that this thing seems familiar... hmm, as if I should know..."

She held her head in anguish and looked like she was thinking bitterly.

And Dewey whispered, “If you don't know, why can't I try? ”

After that, he lifted his knife and fell, and the dagger slammed into the seam of the book of purity...

Without waiting for Semel to shout out, he heard a blast. Where this thing was daggered into his hand, a ray of pure gold burst out of nowhere. This ray of light carried a powerful power. Dewey didn't even come to shout and shout. The ray struck him firmly. He immediately flew out and hit the ceiling again, then hit the ground.

“Are you... are you okay?” Sameer startled.

Dewey struggled to sit up, but her hands covered her face, screaming bitterly: “Me, my nose... I almost broke my nose. ”

Sameer sighed: "Look, I said you better not do this. ”

Dewey had some anger in her heart, but she calmed down, dropped her dagger, and flipped the golden book in her hand.

Goddamn it, this is something. What kind of magic was that golden glow just now, obviously, but what kind of magic pattern is in this book?

Seeing Dewey's nose go red, Sameer whispers, “Do you hurt? Well... why don't you try something else? ”

Dewey had a bad temper: “What's the plan? ”

“Um... the last time you came here, you opened the relic left by Samel with your blood? The blood of the descendants of the Rollins may open. ”

Dewey thought about it, sighed, grabbed the dagger, stabbed her fingertips gently, stabbed her in the blood, and squeezed a drop, dripping onto the gold plate.

Indeed, as soon as this drop of blood dripped onto the gold plate, it melted in silently, and Dewey's eyes lit up: it worked.

Then, on top of this gold plate, slowly emerged a glimmer of gold again.

Dewey was just hit by a pain. When he saw this gold light coming out, he hurried and threw the gold plate aside, then fled far away.

Fortunately, however, this time Golden Light does not have any harmful force in it. With this golden half-light flowing, then silently, all the dust that was left on it suddenly disappeared...

The golden plate silently opened...

Dewey couldn't protect her nose, so she rushed up and turned to the first page.

This book of pure gold doesn't have many pages. After all, the pages made of gold are thick. After turning the first page, there is a picture... Dewey glanced at it and glanced at it!

This spoken image, the paintbrush is delicate, but wonderful and unique. The image is precisely: in a shady secret room, a teenager in Chinese clothes, sitting on a stone table with a gold plate in his hand, and a golden light on the gold plate...

Hell, isn't that who you were?

As soon as Dewey moved in his heart, he seemed to guess something, and he couldn't wait to turn to the second page.

That's okay, at first glance, Dewey almost didn't faint!!

See only the second page is also a sponge!

And the painting: the boy with the book was beaten out by the golden light on the book and hit the ceiling...

And this time, at the bottom of the page, there's an extra line of words.

“Dewey, your nose must be sore. Aragon”

“....................." Dewey's face instantly turned blue and pale, then suddenly yelled: “My day! You bastard Aragon! You don't have a * * son..."

Having just said this, he suddenly jumped in his heart and quickly covered his mouth.

No, right! I am Aragon, Aragon is me... I curse him for not having a son * *, aren't you cursing yourself? No, no!

“What happened to you? ”

Sameer next to her looked weird and looked at Dewey screaming and cursing: “What exactly is this book about? Looks like you're angry... um, do you recognize the text on this? ”

“Yay? This is clearly written... ah!!” Dewey suddenly reacted, and he was just under fire, but he ignored an important thing.

This line of “comments” below this page is not written in Roland Empire.

Yes, Chinese characters!

Then the question arises.

Obviously, this is something that Aragon left behind. Either it's a suicide note, or it's a guide clue.

But the question is... how did Aragon leave something in the Rollins' castle?!

With these questions in mind, Dewey turned to page three.

On the third page, there are no more pictures, and the dense and numb writing is full of text, and again, these words are also recorded in Chinese characters.

“I'm sure you'll ask now why I left something at the Rollins'. ”

That was the first sentence, and Dewey couldn't help sighing.

It's really weird to leave a message for yourself.

“… we must start from the beginning with this question, my dear Dewey. ”

(It's the last few days of the month, please smash your tickets ~ there will be updates later.

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