novelraw Chapter 145
Chapter 145
For a moment, the air seemed to stagnate suddenly, and the thick black demonic energy rolled up and down. The confrontation between the two non-human beings made this small space almost stop in time.There was a slight clicking sound, and the two demons in the confrontation froze, and at the same time withdrew their hands, the chaos dissipated, and the afternoon sun poured down, as if nothing had happened.
The indifferent brown-haired young man put on a gentle smile again: "Sorry, I was distracted just now, can I leave now?"
The black-haired butler on the opposite side slightly stroked his chest and bowed, and smiled gracefully: "I should say I'm sorry, I'm really rude, please come with me, the driver will send you back safely."
The moment they looked at each other again, fear flashed in the eyes of both of them, but the smiling monsters are all good at acting and concealing their emotions.After a brief eye contact, they each converged, looking as if nothing had happened.
On the other side, Fran felt that the secret barrier she had set up in the manor was slightly touched. She put down her book and walked to the window, looking at the direction where the barrier touched and fell into deep thought.
After a while, Fran, who didn't notice anything unusual, returned to her desk, picked up the materials on Marlon Archibald that she had read before, and turned to the pages introducing his work experience.Fran scanned the documents line by line, and finally slid her fingers over the words "British Museum", and had some thoughts in her mind.
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At night, Fran put on a black cloak and a mask, and disappeared into Riddle Manor.
Sebastian, who was lying flat on the bed, instantly opened his blood-red eyes. The sudden disappearance of the scent of the prey in the hunting ground made him, a demon who called himself a hunter, restless.The black-haired devil quickly jumped up from the bed, thought for a while and lay back on the bed, folded his hands on his chest, and closed his eyes peacefully.The next moment, a crow emerged from the shadow of the sleeping man like a shadow. It was pitch black, as if every feather was as dark as an abyss, and could not reflect the slightest light. There was only a pair of bird pupils red as blood all over its body.The ominous bird gracefully stretched its wings and flew out of the manor through the half-open window.
After nightfall in the British Museum, the closed buildings are silent, and in the cold winter night, it looks more and more lonely and deserted.Occasionally, a few patrolling security guards walked by with lanterns, guarding the safety of the museum.
The dark cloak allowed Fran to hide in the dark night without moonlight. She cast spells to hide her breath and body shape, and she walked around the museum several times but couldn't find anything that violated it.But the vague magical reaction reminded Fran that the situation here was not simple.
Thinking of Marlon Archibald, a magician who once worked in the British Museum, Fran's first thought was that the anomaly here might be related to the magician.While Flan was thinking secretly, she unexpectedly detected that not far away, several people were approaching secretly.
'Is a wizard?Why does it attract wizards here? Fran hid in the dark, quietly watching the wizards who also sneaked in.Although these people used the Ignore Charm to sneak in secretly, they didn't seem to deliberately hide their identities. The leader was a tall man, wearing a military-style double-breasted coat, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and black leather long sleeves. The combat boots almost came up to the knees.He has slightly curly shoulder-length blond hair, and a silver-white mask covers the upper half of his face. Just judging by his figure and hair color, he is very similar to Fran's image after transforming into a man.The rest of the people who followed the blond man were also dressed similarly, and their hair colors were all shades of blond. Judging from the bridges of their noses and mandibles, they should all be of relatively pure Germanic blood.
'Is it German? Fran completely concealed her figure, and secretly fell behind several people.
【This way. 】Fran heard the leading man speak in German.
【My lord, the British Museum is the site of the Clock Tower, why are the defenses so lax?Is the news about the mysterious man reliable? ] One of them asked quickly in German in a low voice.
[The Clock Tower is now just a teaching institution for training young magicians in Western Europe, a group of scholars engaged in scientific research, it cannot be taken lightly or overly careful. 】The leader said in a reserved and arrogant tone.
[Go from here, Alahoo Cave opens!There is a short way from here to the archives of Jiangling Division. 】
'The clock tower...is the headquarters of the clock tower in the British Museum?That's it, no wonder I feel a bit inconsistent, no wonder Archibald used to work here, he was... not an administrator, but a teacher of the Clock Tower.If that's the case, his statement is a bit untenable. Why did he resign from the position of the clock tower teacher? '
Fran followed a few people not far away, and arrived at a wooden gate in the basement of the museum. Although the door was made of wood, the door and the entire room behind it were guarded by a powerful barrier, forming a barrier. The structure of the spirit sub-structure is constantly changing every minute, unless you know the special formula for opening the barrier, and then calculate it on the spot according to the actual situation, otherwise it will be difficult to open the barrier without triggering the barrier alarm.
Fran saw that one of the German men stepped forward and took out a magic prop used by wizards to assist calculations. The leading blond man took the prop and calculated a series of complicated formulas with magic power.
'He knows the password to open the door, and there is a ghost in the clock tower! Fran watched the man quickly calculate a series of numbers, and intervened magic power at a special position in the barrier. After a while, the powerful barrier cracked a gap enough for one person to pass through.The intruders filed in, followed by Fran, and entered the so-called archive room the moment the barrier closed.
The archive room of the Spirit Department is not like the place where Fran imagined to keep the materials, but a sealed space that is as big as a football field. The special magic in the space allows people to breathe and air strike cycle as much as they want when they enter.And those items stored in the special cabinets are all kept in a vacuum environment without contact with ordinary environments and creatures.
On one side of the shelf that is not against the wall, some items that are protected by magic are placed here and there, while the other wall contains various books and materials that have not been sorted out.The various items in the archives are clearly classified and sorted by attribute and origin, so despite the huge space here, it is not too difficult to find things.
[Let’s start looking, Solomon, the wise king of Israel in the Age of Gods, just follow this clue. 】
[Yes, my lord. 】
'Solomon, the king of magic from the age of the gods...what are these German wizards looking for?Could it be Solomon's ring? Is it still there? Fran hid in the shadows, looking at the busy people, her doubts grew even stronger.
[My lord, take a look, is this it? ] A somewhat excited voice sounded, and Fran also turned her head to look over, and saw that the wizard was holding a very old-looking parchment book in his hand.
'what is that? Fran felt the dark aura faintly emanating from the book. This ominous power was firmly trapped in the book. On the ancient and old dark brown cover, a dark red pentagram circle glowed with blood. shine.
It's like a living book, a living magic book.
[This is it, lemegeton, the real copy of "The Key of Solomon".Very good!With it, you can...] The leader caressed the old leather book cover, and there was an unconcealable excitement in his voice.
'It turned out to be "The Key of Solomon"!" Fran was shocked. "The Key of Solomon" is a book that records all the spells of the king of magic, King Solomon, including the oldest black magic and the summoning spells of demon elves. This magic book can be called the bible of black wizards .
But the most famous legend about the "Key of Solomon" is that it is said that the secret of King Solomon's summoning of the 72 pillars of demon gods is hidden in this book.
'What are these German wizards trying to do by stealing this black magic book?No, they can't let them take this thing away! Fran made a decisive decision, waved her hand and used magic to set off a gust of wind in the closed room.
【who? ! 】 Several people were terrified, and the sudden gust of wind caught them off guard.In between breaths, a phantom flashed by, and the ancient sheepskin book in the leader's hand had disappeared.
Several wizards reacted quickly, and instantly pulled out their wands, pointing at Fran who was standing not far ahead.
I saw a tall figure standing on the empty floor in front of him. It was a young man in a black overcoat. The upper half of his face was covered by a French silk mask, revealing only his graceful chin and bright red soft lips.His shoulder-length blond curly hair hangs naturally on his white cheeks, his lips slightly curled up in a half-smile, and he casually holds the old parchment book in his leather-gloved hand, with a very leisurely and unrestrained posture. Half of the tension on the verge of battle.
Several wizards looked at each other, and couldn't help but glanced at their leader. Apart from the fact that the leader didn't like to smile very much, they subtly felt that the characters had bumped into each other.
"Let me tell you, what's the situation with you guys coming to England to steal books? Scholars who steal books are also stealing..." With a beautiful London accent, Fran tilted her head slightly, showing a mocking smile.
The leading blond wizard tightened the strangely shaped wand in his hand, and asked in a somewhat strange English tone: "Who are you?"
Fran flicked her fingers lightly, and said nonsense with a serious face: "I am probably a righteous night hero. In order to prevent the world from being destroyed, I will punish you on behalf of the moon..."
"The moon? Are you a werewolf?!" The blond man asked coldly.
"Werewolf, no, no. I'm probably... the same person as you." The slender wand instantly appeared between Fran's fingers. Pointing in the direction, a red light shot out quickly.
In the next moment, Fran's figure had disappeared, leaving only a joking voice in the empty place:
"I sounded the alarm for you, thank you!"
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Outside, the clouds covering the moon had dispersed at some point.
Fran, who was transferred outside the British Museum, walked in the cold moonlight under the dim streetlights in the alleys of London.As for the black magic book in her hand, she was not even interested in reading it. When she raised her hand, a seal was pressed on the legendary ancient magic book, and she casually threw it into her own space.
There is a big bare tree on the side of the road, a crow stands on a dry and bony branch, its blood-red eyes are staring at the lonely figure walking in the night...
The author has something to say: I'm sorry, I was too busy today, so I posted it late~ Tomorrow's chapter will probably be late, and it will return to normal the morning after tomorrow.sorry~