Chapter 209 Ignore(1/2)
Martin also thought about whether to leave with Modes and his son.
But after repeated thinking, Martin felt that if the family of three had gone together, there was a high probability that they would be caught by the Pale Temple.
Martin pulled Feili into the house.
The round-faced boy sat under the oil lamp, waiting for dinner.
Looking at his father's solemn expression, the little guy looked a little uneasy.
Martin looked directly at the spiritual master of the future and past.
This time, from this young child in his early ten years old, he clearly felt that power, the power belonging to the soul realm.
Sequence 9.
Martin didn't know when he advanced to become extraordinary, but that didn't matter anymore.
"Modes, get this thing!"
Martin said, tucking a gold coin and a dagger into his hand.
The dagger is certainly not a speechless thorn.
Even if Martin is willing to do so, Modes' low-order sequence does not allow him to use such powerful power too much.
This dagger was collected by him from the corpse of the fake one a few days ago.
At that time, the fake was subdued by Tiya and swallowed by the skeleton storm created by Maloney.
Both Martin and Tia thought he had no bones left, but Martin passed by the square and found clues.
Using the mirror, Martin once again collected a [invisible skeleton] and the dagger in the empty square.
【Mirror Blade】
【Extraordinary ability: unstable transfer】
[When using this ability, you must look at a plane that can mirror reflected light and convert the body into the mirrored world. And within ten minutes, you must select any other mirror plane within 300 meters nearby to escape.]
[Note: If there is no other mirror plane in the range or timeout, other channels will be randomly selected from the mirror world to escape.]
[Binding: When carrying this dagger, every time you look directly at the mirror, there is a probability that you can exchange positions with the mirror and enter the mirror world.]
Martin dared not try the ability of this dagger easily.
At the end of the Third Age, the Lord of Space, Daqutrie, stripped out some areas of the mirror world, forming a dream world that restricts the erosion fog.
What he knows is entering a mirror world or a dangerous dream world.
You know, both fantasy and dream makers are in the dream world!
If he dares to take the risk and try, he will probably fall into the trap.
However, it is now the middle or early stage of the Third Age, so there should be no such concerns.
Therefore, this dagger is completely useless for Martin.
In fact, it is not just a useless rib, but a time bomb.
Therefore, even if he gave it to Modes in the nightmare, he would not feel sorry for him at all.
Martin stroked his rough palms on Modes' head, and instructed in a gentle but solemn tone:
"Anyway, you must escape! If you escape far away, don't be caught by the temple people, do you understand?"
Modes looked at his father with a slight look and nodded in ignorance.
"Let's have dinner first!" Martin smiled at him, then turned his head to look at Feili.
This virtuous woman also understood her husband's subtext.
My son must not be caught by the temple people!
As night fell, under the oil lamp, the family of three who were eating were silent, and the atmosphere of the entire dining table was very quiet.
The two horses have been fed for a while.
When the night became darker, there were two more horses walking quietly on the small road in the corner of the village.
This time Martin sent the mother and son far away.
Under the moonlight, the figures of the two gradually disappeared into the woods...
Back in the village, Martin did not go home, but walked straight to the most conspicuous building in the village-
church.
Under the moonlight, the outline of the stone church appears particularly heavy.
The murals in the shadows seemed to have countless eyes staring at Martin in the dark.
...
In the Earl's manor, two handsome guests were welcomed late at night, one man and one woman.
Men are middle-aged and elderly people, while women are extremely young and beautiful.
And they all have brown hair and pupils.
Clin looked at the hair of the same color as hers, very curious.
However, the "lady" instinct was initiating. Although she was called out by her father as soon as she was about to go to bed, she felt a little resentful.
But at this moment she sat very politely on the sofa with an impeccable smile on her face.
"Cross, is this Rebecca's daughter? So cute!" The older man looked at Count Cross on the side and asked in admiration.
Before his father could answer, Clin smiled sweetly and thanked politely: "Thank you, Grandpa Ferrid."
Just now, my father introduced his origin to Clinton and Rocky, and this person turned out to be his mother's uncle.
As for the young lady, she was her mother's cousin, Lovier.
But the old man sighed slightly and continued:
"It's a pity that Rebecca...how did she die? Cross, I'm a witness to your wedding. I've handed over Rebecca to you! You must give me an explanation!"
The old man was heartbroken at the end and his tone became harsh.
Clint and Rocky's faces changed. Their mother, at the Bosen family, was a taboo topic.
Every time it is mentioned, the count will feel depressed for several days.
Cross looked silent, looked at the children, sighed, and after a while, he said quietly: "It's time for you to know what kind of person your mother is!"
Clint and Rocky were straightening their bodies and listening carefully.
In fact, they have always been curious about their mother's identity and past.
But due to their father's attitude, they did not dare to ask.
He is even reluctant to mention any topics about his mother in front of his father.
Earl Cross said in a slightly heavy tone: "More than ten years ago, the second year of Rocky's birth, the Immortal Cult was active in Fararin and plotted to carry out evil rituals."
"After the traces were discovered by the temple, they did not expect that they actually sent a bishop to try to forcibly sacrifice Faralin to the evil god."
"The two bishops of the temple have been restrained, and the conspiracy of the Immortal Cult is about to be realized. They have prepared for it and have a thorough plan..."
"The ceremony is about to succeed, and Faralin will soon turn into a sea of blood. At this critical moment of crisis, Rebecca stood up and delayed the ceremony with his own strength."
"She used her life to buy precious time for the people of Faralin! But she..."
Speaking of this, the Count shook his head bitterly, and his voice became a little choked.
"Anyway, she is a real knight!"
The count let out a long sigh, closed his eyes slightly, and the heroic figure appeared in his mind. He rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, with a little wet corner of his eyes...
"The Immortal Cult!" Ferrid said gritting his teeth.
Earl Cross narrowed his eyes slightly, and continued, "But her revenge has been avenged. Two months ago, Eternal Walker Baronde, the Immortal Bishop who was causing trouble in Faralin, had been killed by the two bishops!"
Ferrid sighed: "There are no ones, and revenge is just a comfort."
He then looked at Count Cross again: "Where is Rebecca's resting place? I want to see her."
The Count replied: "It's right in the kapok woods on the other side of the manor. It's too late now, so let's go there together tomorrow!"
Ferrid looked out the window and saw the moon was shining, and then he remembered that it was almost twelve o'clock.
"By the way, this amulet was brought to you by the patriarch, and there is another letter."
Ferrid took out a small parcel and a letter from his arms and put it in front of Earl Cross.
Then, he turned his head and looked at Clin and Rocky beside him, and asked Cross with some confusion: "They are two brothers, why do you only have a talisman?"
Cross paused and replied, "This amulet was not prepared for them. Their amulets were made by Rebecca and have never failed, so did mine."
Amulets can only be made after reaching Knight Sequence 5.
"Then who is this amulet for?" Ferrid was a little confused.
Cross frowned, and was about to explain, but glanced at Clinn and Rocky next to him.
To be continued...