Hearing the old man's words, Hathaway slowly calmed down. After a moment, she suddenly thought of the black prison that she saw outside the wall. She told the patriarch and the elders on the scene about the situation and observed their faces.
After hearing this, the patriarch and the elders looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.
"Really?" Asked the patriarch.
"Of course." Hathaway replied coldly, with a trace of doubt in her heart. It seems that her father and the elders do not know, which shows that her news channel has not been blocked by the family, but how to explain the huge black prison? What secret does the Institute of magic hide?
"If it's true, it's a little scary!" An elder inhaled the cold air and said solemnly.
The other elders blinked their eyelids and remained silent.
"Terrible?" Hathaway, with a slight eyebrow, immediately asked, "is the Institute of magic going to use this black prison against us?"
"It's not that there is no such possibility..." An elder sighed.
The patriarch coughed and interrupted him. He said to Hathaway, "you're recovering from your great injury. Take a good rest. We'll talk about this later. Let's go out first."
And the elders said no more, but turned and left with him.
Hathaway's eyes narrowed and she fell into thinking.
Half a day later, in the Western District of an intact Earl's city, here is a huge building. The land on the surface is vast and boundless, and the underground is also full of mysteries. There are many underground bases as many as tens of meters deep, such as bamboo shoots.
This is the headquarters of the Institute of magic.
"What! You said the dragon people saw the black prison outside the wall? What's more, it's more than ten meters in size? " In the office of one of the underground bases, a tall, middle-aged man in a white coat is full of surprise. He looks like a butcher. He is about 2.45 meters tall. He looks like a butcher. But he is dressed in a gentle white coat. He looks strange and strange. At the moment, he stares at a thin old man who comes to report.
Standing in front of him like a chicken, the skinny old man shivered and heard his roar and said, "this news comes from within the dragon clan. It's from the injured highness Hathaway when he wakes up."
"No way!" The burly middle-aged man roared: "the black prisons in our branches are still under experimental cultivation. How can there be black prisons with a size of more than ten meters appear? This is the complete black prison, which is enough to trap the pioneers of the inner wilderness. How can we cultivate them at this stage?"
The thin old man bowed his head and did not dare to reply.
However, a cold and gorgeous woman with a melon seed face beside the office said: "director, is it possible that a branch has secretly cultivated it, but has not reported it to the police, but secretly sent it to the wall for stocking?"
"No way!" The burly middle-aged man didn't want to say: "the cultivation of the black prison requires the mixed feeding of the corpses of eight specific demons with hunting level above level 50. Although these eight kinds of demons are not very precious, they are rare in our area, so it is difficult to capture them. Even if all the resources of the hospitals are gathered together, they can not cultivate one. What's more, in the process of cultivation, they need to be repeated With the current experimental progress, there is no later revision data at all. Even if there are resources, they can not be cultivated. Unless there are several times, or even more than ten times of resources, it is possible to cultivate one in repeated experiments! "
"Well Is it that Hathaway misread it, or did the dragon clan deliberately release this news to frame up our institute? " Lengyan woman slightly frown, in addition to this she can not think of other answers.
The big middle-aged man's huge eyes turned slightly. He didn't know what he was thinking, but he didn't answer her again.
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"Barton, how long do you think our battle will be over?"
On Mount uto at night, the stars were shining all over the sky. Joseph and Barton sat on the steps on the hillside, looking at the bricklayer who had been mending the square all night, tearing the grass off the ground with his hand and saying in his mouth.
Barton rolled up the papal robe and clipped it to his legs. Sitting on the ground with his underwear inside, he shook his head and said, "when do we win, or If he can't stop it, it will be over. "
"He may not be able to block it every time." Joseph said slowly, his little face is no longer as immature as it was at the beginning, but a little mature and quiet. "He is just like us, he is also a human being, and he is also a humble lowly. It is not easy for him to come to this stage. No one can help him, and we can not help him. This time the enemy attacks, we can only watch and pray..."
Barton was slightly silent and lowered his head.
"We are a burden to him." Joseph's expression was dull, as if he were stating a fact.
Barton looked at him and said, "are you going to leave him?"
"No Joseph shook his head. "On the contrary, I'm going to stop being a burden."
"Oh?"
"Do you remember what he once said? There are many kinds of strength. It's not the people with great wrist strength that have great strength." Joseph looked up at the night sky and said: "dare to fight, tough enough, but also strength, I'm going to experience for a period of time.""To where?" Asked Barton.
"The dirtiest place." Joseph replied.
Barton was stunned, looked at him for a moment, and said nothing more.
Go to the dirtiest place, want to dye yourself the dirtiest person?
He didn't ask, but he knew that this was the only way to bring "strength". Because their wrist strength was small, they could only dirty themselves, so dirty that others did not dare to touch their hands, and they won.
This is a way for the weak to become stronger.
"You stay and continue to help him. There are not many people around him who can be trusted, but the people he most trust can't help him. Wait for me to come back!" Joseph patted Patton on the shoulder and said goodbye.
Barton raised his hand and punched him.
"Don't forget the original intention." He said.
Joseph grinned slightly, showing his white teeth. "If you forget, is that human?"
They looked at each other with a smile.
In front of them, in the temple at the end of the square, the lights were bright, and the hall was empty. There were only Tudian and hellisha. Dudean put his head on hellisha's legs. The cold legs made the back of his head very cold. It was not comfortable as if he was lying on ice. But he still liked to pillow like this, because it made him feel very close and warm.
He had several copies of Jubi's brief history and wild biography. He wanted to look into the secrets of the demon hunting family. However, the brief history of the great wall seems to erase the period when the demon hunting family appeared. Even though he turned through several copies, he still couldn't find any news. It was like a period of time that disappeared quietly in the long river of history. However, through many investigations, he found this period The disappearing years are about 30 years since the construction of the Great Wall. The records of that period of time are very vague.
Some of the books mentioned the reasons. At that time, the Jubi was first completed, but it was not yet completed. Therefore, no one recorded it. However, he found that this was not the case from the historical records with mature system.
"It seems that the demon hunting family appeared out of thin air and was appointed as the guardian of the wall by Queen Sylvia. However, shortly after the construction of the wall, the queen of Sylvia evaporated and disappeared. There are records that she went to the kingdom of God, and there are also records that she returned to the divine world..." Du Di'an frowned slightly. Although he knew that it was difficult to understand the God of war with the current information, he only wanted to know about the demon hunting family and the source of its blood power.
Now he is a pioneer, and he wants to continue to ascend. In addition to the vast amount of divine plasma, it is the other power of blood awakening.
However, he did not know whether this kind of power was good or bad, or how such power could be hidden in the human body. Moreover, it was not found in the general human body, but only the people of the demon hunting family.
"If only you could talk..." Dudean closed the book and put it on the ground beside him. In his eyes, hellisha looked down at his beautiful face, like an eternal sculpture, staring at him quietly.
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