Chapter 1843

The three people under the moon were not just posing. While the ghoul noticed them and set up a fighting posture, the figure holding the sword disappeared under the moon. The ghoul instinctively dodged to the left, but the holy silver sword still easily cut off its arm.

Last time they met, the "Moonlight Greatsword" was not very destructive to these peculiar ghoul liches. But the ground of the battlefield had already been set up with enough rituals by Priest August, and the ghoul's specialty was disappearing.

One sword fell, three identical greatswords appeared in the void, and then were deflected by the space slash thrown by the ghoul's left hand.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

A white skeleton grew out of the rotten flesh on the left hand, and the swinging arm constantly resisted the attack of the Moonlight Greatsword, but the cracks in the skeleton increased bit by bit. As for the fracture on the right shoulder, pink crystals appeared from the wound, and it retreated violently to appear ten meters behind, lowering its head wanting to tear off the flesh attached to the crystals, but a black hand like a giant tree flowing with pus appeared above its head, pressing it toward the ground.

The ghoul moved backward under the moon, barely dodging the doctor's attack under the effect of space power, but then deviated from the original intended location due to the restriction of the "Space Stability Aura," actually appearing directly in front of Priest August:

"Sleep peacefully~"

The old priest's right hand stretched out and punched the head of the ghoul that appeared. With a loud "bang," it flew backward like a cannonball, and was then firmly tied in the air by the white chains that rushed out from the side, landing after another muffled sound, unable to move anymore.

"Really simple, I just don't understand."

The doctor patted his hands and picked up the hat he had thrown on the ground:

After the preparations were completed, he made a gesture to Gus and the doctor, so the two entered the wheat field on the side. The month of praying for rain had reached the middle, and in the warm and rainy Green Lake area, the wheat in the farmland was growing very well. Kong Ming and the doctor had only left for a few hundred meters, and looking back, they couldn't see clearly what Priest Aoxiade was doing.

The doctor asked, laughing and asking the young man standing under the moon:

"You go and ask the writer in our group; she should also remember the feeling when she first met the fortune teller. But later she changed a lot and became approachable. It is said that during the period when she just awakened, her own mental state was too much affected by the elements. To be honest, at the very beginning, even I and the writer were a bit afraid of her."

"Come to think of it, what was the fortune teller like after joining the group?"

"In my opinion, the priest has always been the kind of person who is strict with himself and strict with others."

There were many kinds of insects in the farmland at night, but none dared to approach the two men standing and chatting. The crawling long snake swam silently toward Gus's position, but the moment it was exposed to the moonlight, it was ignited by the pitch-black flames.

Next is the priest's own business. Kong Ming and the doctor were not convenient to intervene too much, so they waited there, which was also convenient for them to extend a helping hand in time if an unexpected situation occurred.

Gus was a bit surprised:

Gus even remembered that when he was eavesdropping in Dorothy's apartment using "Echoes of the Past," he heard Luweiya ask Dorothy how much she padded when wearing a formal long dress... That was a memory from last summer.

Gus always felt that the doctor was satirizing himself, so he coughed and looked at the priest's direction again:

Gus asked again, and the doctor was very confused:

"Yes, the academy contacted me directly and told me that someone was coming to visit. The you from before and the you now are very different. No, I don't mean appearance, I mean temperament. When I first met you, you were the kind of... traditional fortune teller temperament. That is, you know at a glance that no matter what you say, it will be mysterious, and most likely you will split a sentence into two."

"Because the detective said that the three of them can use some kind of combined power. If we trap all three at once, they might explode directly. For those ghoul liches that are almost immortal, self-destruction is the most suitable way to escape."

Gus imagined the scene of the doctor and Dorothy huddled on the sofa, watching the purple-eyed girl speaking with a cold face during the group meeting, and couldn't help but show a smile.

Gus thought for a while:

"It seems I really haven't said it."

The doctor looked at the burning snake, talked about things in the past, and he also had many thoughts:

"I can feel the extreme coldness close to death on the priest. The priest can probably guess now that you are related to those miserable guys in the Third Era. If it weren't for you, we would definitely suspect each other, and we would suspect each other more and more as the other party kept getting stronger. In the process of doubting ourselves and doubting the other party, do you think we could still maintain our current relationship?"

Gus felt confused about that sentence:

Those things happened before the outsider came to this world, and it was also very interesting to hear them now.

Doctor Schneider also looked at the area shrouded in gray mist:

Kong Ming sighed. The story of Dorothy joining the group was very clear to Gus; it was the struggle of a male writer living independently. Although she didn't have any intersection with Lei Lei Qianya at that time, her diary at that time was also very interesting.

"Come to think of it, it's thanks to you joining our group, otherwise it's impossible for the relationship between us to be so harmonious."

"Was the priest that kind of person before?"

"I was the second one to join the group besides the writer, right?"

Bill Schneider, as a psychologist, was indeed very good at analyzing the psychology of the people around him:

"It's indeed quite good. We are very good friends, after all, we are peers. But it's limited to being very good friends. If we were to get along like family members as we do now, that's completely impossible."

"What do you mean? Doctor, when you joined the group, wasn't your relationship always very harmonious?"

Saying this, the priest signaled the doctor to also get the two ghouls buried in the soil and trapped in the coffin. Of course, before releasing them, the priest fed them some potions to make their bodies and souls fall into a temporary sleep state. "Quitting smoking after joining the group is because life has new hope and new goals. However, it's impossible to quit the habit of smoking completely, so no matter where the priest goes, he will take his pipe."

"He is indeed that kind of person, but you also have to understand the priest. Having served in the parish for so many years, it's just because of things when he was young that he hasn't been able to become an official priest at such an old age. Even if the priest himself says he doesn't care, how could he not care at all?"

The doctor shook his head with a smile:

"Today's action is really smooth, the priest is always so reliable. However, I can always see the priest holding his pipe, but I rarely see him smoke."

"Then what about you and the priest? Wasn't your relationship very good at the beginning? I remember, before I joined the group, you often went to the tavern to drink together."

"Yes, but what if we both discover the abnormality on the other party?"

The height and position of the corpse were controlled by Priest Aokong Ming.

"So I said you are young. I'll give you an example; look at the two ladies in the group, how was their relationship at the beginning?"

As the leader of the group, although he was also a suspect, he knew some of the inside story:

At a crossroads on a country dirt road about a few hundred meters away from Big Flin Village, the three stopped. This was the venue the priest had found, and the oak tree on one side of the crossroads was rumored to have been planted by the ancestors of the village.

Gus nodded heavily:

The doctor whispered:

"Haven't I told you? Your relationship is already so... intimate."

"When I first met him, he smoked much more frequently than now. Later, he devoted himself to his studies and gradually ended his smoking habit."

"Yes, but I am a student trained jointly, and my situation is different from yours. I went through the inauguration ritual at the Fortune Teller Association, and then joined your group through the association's introduction. That is to say, when I joined the group, I was already a ring warlock."

However, Gus thought that Luweiya's initial performance was probably because the "Long-Haired Luweiya" that revived unconsciously affected her personality when she just awakened. It wasn't until the short-haired Luweiya was able to control her power later that she returned to normal.

From Tobesk to the local area, the three people didn't have much awe for such rumors. The doctor took out the three-strand rope prepared in advance and hung it on the sturdy branches of this huge oak tree, then the three ghouls were hung up by the three people, and the other end of the rope was tied to the tree trunk.

"Everyone has their own stories before joining the group." "We know that the church's decision is definitely not correct; the things that happened back then were indeed miserable. But in our eyes, it was just a matter of price, but it became the priest's life. He smokes, probably also to relieve the depression in his heart. I know that in the eyes of you young people, the priest is the kind of person who is very open-minded and never has worries, but who doesn't have worries?"

Afterwards, the three of them carried a ghoul each, hurriedly climbed over the fence and left the cemetery under the moonlight, leaving all the way to the north.

It was boring to stand in the wheat field at night. Gus watched the hazy gray mist rising in the distance covering the situation under the tree, and said casually:

The doctor fiddled with the wheat ears in front of him:

"The writer, fortune teller, or other ladies are present, he won't smoke. We are performing a mission tonight, smoking will leave traces, so he doesn't smoke either. But everyone knows that the priest was a complete chain smoker when he was young."

"Since we can trap two with traps, why trap all three at once, and still have us act to deal with the third one?"

"Very good."

"So, you are a very magical person."

What the doctor said was the stereotypical impression of fortune tellers among ring warlocks.