Vol 4 Chapter 130: 4th fragment

Ashcandi touched the "wall of law", but Murphy understood that he could repel Cthulhu only because of the gun of Langkinus, and the higher-end power did not seem to be displayed in front of him- —But at this moment, Murphy realized the unspeakable power from this little black cover notebook. []m
What is this inside? Isn’t it written by Della’s mentor? Murphy reached out and opened the pages of this black notebook. The first three pages were still easily opened, and facing the fourth page, Murphy narrowed his eyes and tried, but he easily saw that he had never seen before. Content.
Slightly juanxiu's font, fragmented sentences, Murphy found that he clearly understood the meaning of these words, but could not understand what they represented-as if a person looked up to see the high mountains, but thought of that A person who looked up to him, so he swiped down and wrote his own views and opinions about that person at this moment; looking down at the flowing water and writing the pen, it was the name of a gentle woman like water.
Completely chaotic.
Continuing to turn the pages, Murphys did not hesitate to move, but unlike before, he gradually realized the resistance from the fingertips like a breeze... As the pages turned, this resistance became more and more until the page was turned. After more than a dozen pages and only three pages left, Murphy found that the remaining pages could no longer be lifted...
It seems that his current strength is still a step away from the fundamental strength of the seal under this book.
Murphy stopped the movement of turning the book, turned to frown and read the note, and at the same time took a few pieces of parchment paper, and began to read and record some scattered words and phrases, trying to find some clues.
But an hour later, this attempt had no results. Until Irindal routinely reported the information in the territory, he stopped recording. After listening to the report, he suddenly thought of the intelligence executive’s ability to decipher the password. Extraordinary, so I wanted to ask her to take a look at the connection between these words.
"Let me see?"
Eindal blinked, and it seemed that Murphys would make such a request. She had not been in close contact with Murphys for some time. After experiencing the storm of the Elven Spring, Iindal was in It has matured a lot under heavy tasks and responsibilities, but when it comes to the attitude of this great consul, she does not deny that she has some unclear thoughts in her heart. []
It's like the instinct of the body can't be controlled, as for the reason? She didn't seem to be able to explain why.
But of course she didn’t have any thoughts at this moment. She reached out and took over the book in Murphys’s hand. Irindal reached out and turned to the first page. After seeing the words, she seemed to have no clue like Murphys, but just said: What? Password? Or... code word?"
"I do not know either."
Murphy looked at Elindal, who was holding the notebook, and raised his hand to signal: "You can try to open a few pages."
This request was a little weird, but Ilindal did as she did. She started to flip the pages gently. After four pages, her finger stopped on the fifth page, but she couldn't open it.
There was obviously an invisible force that prevented her from trying.
Irindal's brow furrowed, and she didn't give up her efforts, her fingers shook slightly, but the page showed no signs of movement. But this Japanese elf was always a person who refused to lose. In front of Murphy, she even had some inexplicable little perseverance-she suddenly sipped and her body flashed a faint white light...
This is a symbol of the use of soul power, which proves that she has also crossed the threshold of "ordinary strong" and jumped into the realm of controlling soul power... But even so, Ilindal’s fingertips still cannot pry up the leaves, and follow With Yilin Daer exerting all his strength, this notebook suddenly flashed a dazzling light now-
"Quick stop!"
Murphy suddenly realized that something was wrong, but his words were too late to prevent Irindal from being blasted by a sudden burst of power-there was a cold and decisive force in the blooming light of the black notebook that rejected the Japanese elf from peeping intention of.
With a handful of copying, Ilindal, who stepped back and nearly sat on the ground, Murphy lifted the other hand subconsciously and condensed the soul shield in front of the notebook, and then found that the notebook was floating in the air. And the breath of breath that had just passed away flashed inwardly. [WWw.YZUU dot m]m
Irindal is an assassin profession known for her agility, but she has just been hit by this power and has no resistance. She almost fell to the ground, which is enough to explain many problems. Murphy's arm caught the Japanese elf's waist. , Subconsciously probed her injury, but found that the power just made her lose control of her body in an instant, and did not cause any unnecessary damage.
Binocular lost her mind for a moment, and Ilyndal had never experienced such a powerful force that made her desperate to forget to fight back. When she returned to God, she found herself lying in Murphy's arms, and the body recovered her ability to move. I wanted to stand fast, but I didn't know what was the wrong thought in my heart. She thought that she was leaning on Murphy's arms while thinking of the strict intelligence tasks. She came to "intimate contact" silently. ".
The study room was quiet for a moment, and Murphy did not look down at Irindal's eyes. The two's posture at the moment seemed to be some kind of aristocratic dance-and also a kind of veneer dance that symbolized the close relationship between the two.
The notebook suspended in the air fell gently into Murphy's hands. He just wanted to say something, but found that Irindal had blushed and stood up straight from his arms, whispering: "I... I'm a little careless ."
The atmosphere was a bit awkward. Murphy didn't know what to say. Eventually I had to change the subject and said: "I can't open this book completely. I just forgot to tell you not to force it."
After a pause for a few seconds, he thought for a while, "I'll open the content behind, can you see if you try."
After all, he turned the thirteenth page and placed it in front of Irindal. The latter kept his head down and his cheeks reddish. He dared not make eye contact with Murphys, and he was completely out of his usual intelligence. Imposing, and hearing his words, Irindal's face changed suddenly, and said, "This... is blank!"
Murphy glanced at the book in his hand, and there was no problem in the words above. Slowly withdrawing this strange book, he picked up the parchment next to it and said to Irindal: "What about these?"
Before I had time to raise my hand to pick up the parchment in Murphy's hand, when Ilyndall just turned his gaze to the handwriting above, Murphy suddenly discovered that the parchment in his hand cracked into pieces...
This scene made the two stunned at the same time.
The current situation has proved that the power of this book is far beyond people's imagination-this is not a problem of the seal is not strong, but the problem of its own principle of action... Could it be said that a person who has no way to open the pages behind, Can't you see the content anyway?
What kind of seal is this?
The transmission of power must have a medium, which is the consensus of ordinary professionals. It is like a mage throwing a fireball, and also when the fireball explodes on the enemy to release energy, and transmits the power of these energy to the unlucky enemy, but now this book How to explain?
There is no right to read the following pages, so the parchment that records these contents will be automatically smashed after the eye contact of Irindal? Murphy frowned, slowly closing the booklet. He vaguely felt that this unremarkable book was not as simple as imagined. He had just familiarly understood the power of the power that Irindal bounced off. Fez found it to be exactly the same as the breath released by Langkinus's blade on his waist when breaking through Cthulhu's defense.
"Temple..."
He sorted out his thoughts almost immediately. This booklet was not Della's personal belongings, and who in the world still possesses the scent of the Templar came from. I am afraid he should understand even if he is stupid.
This black book probably belongs to Murphy's biological mother.
Suddenly found the clue, Murphy was not in a hurry to let Eindhar to crack something. The atmosphere in the study room was soon ambiguous as the two men cleared their moods, and the Japanese elf intelligence executive changed the topic. Reported the latest news-now the "Night Watcher" has a branch in the Fording Empire, and a second branch has been established in the Augustus Empire... As for the third branch, it’s a complete view of Herna Where can the six-armed naga go under Hydera's surveillance?
At least for now, she is doing pretty well.
"This is the current general situation, but there is a suggestion, I think you should be on the agenda for the chief consul." Ilindal gently shook his long purple hair, looking at Murphys: "Byzantine should also be established A branch, and a branch with permission from the royal family... Under the current chaotic situation on the mainland, there is the only country willing to take the initiative to help us, so—"
"This question has been considered, but I don't know what the right person to choose..." Murphy understands that although the night watchman's strength has risen to the point where a mainland strength has to face up to or even look up slightly, these forces cannot be dispersed at all. Dispersion has the risk of being broken by everyone. "When the Augustus to Byzantium route opens, I will go back to arrange these, but now I can notify my father to do some preparatory work if possible."
After thinking for a while, he continued: "At the same time contact the Duke Azshara, I think she will help a lot."
Hearing the name "Aisala", Irindal's sharp elven ears seemed to move sensitively~EbookFREE.me~ Then she asked curiously: "I have been a little puzzled by the power of the "eagle eye" Why is it so good to talk? Last time I let the creed integrate with her resources and share the news, she seemed to hear that I was handing over the entire Byzantine intelligence network after working for you, without any evasion..."
This question Murphy didn't know how to answer. He suddenly remembered the lonely back in the duke's palace alone, and the low sound of the piano that seemed to haunt the ear...
"Possibly, because I am a Byzantine."
This ambiguous answer did not satisfy Irindal, but she was not good enough to continue to ask, but the Japanese elf always felt as if she could not get the real answer. She was a little depressed in her heart, her eyes slightly dim, and she bowed her head.
Just two minutes after she stepped out, she returned quickly, and Murphy looked at her strangely: "Emergency?"
"News from the Augustus Empire Division..." Irindal was not familiar with Scarlett, but received this weighty intelligence message from the teleportation group. Fragment of a gun from Langkinus."