MTL - Dark Demon Warlock-Chapter 16 Trolpo

  Chapter 16 Trolbo

  A nobleman.

  Aged between 30 and 40 years old, satin-like blond hair combed back, revealing a smooth and full forehead, fair skin, deep and three-dimensional features, blue eyes, arrogant and reserved eyes, slightly thin lips, and slightly drooping corners of the mouth.

  He wears a pair of trousers of similar flannel material, a black double-breasted frock coat, and a light-colored waistcoat with a delicate metal pocket watch chain attached to it. On the chair next to him were a silk top hat, a pair of gloves, and a cane with a tortoiseshell handle, which were standard for nobles.

   "This is Viscount Stan Trolbo." Professor Hughes introduced him.

   "Good morning, Viscount." Arthur bowed slightly to greet him.

   "This is my student, Art Byron." Professor Hughes seemed to introduce it specially for both parties.

"Good morning." Stan Trolpo was looking at him since he came in, and suddenly took out a gold coupon from his wallet, put it on the table beside him, and pushed it to him: "Those 3 idiots scared you , this is a little compensation."

  Yate instantly thought of the three sailors, but he pretended to look at Professor Hughes in astonishment.

   "The three sailors who robbed you worked on Viscount Trolbo's ship." Professor Hughes explained casually.

   "Thank you, Viscount." Art blinked, and then took the gold coupon unceremoniously.

  Professor Hughes said "robbing you", not "trying to rob you". A small change, but the nature of the incident is completely different, and some compensation should be given.

   As for those 3 guys being killed, what does it have to do with him?

  This is not his previous life.

  The relics of those 3 guys are not even mentioned.

   "Art, can you describe the murderer's appearance?" Viscount Trolpo asked with a faint smile.

  Although those three guys deserved to die, they were also people on his boat, and they affected yesterday’s sea trip.

   During this period of time, he was not in a good mood and needed to vent.

   "It's a white young man, tall and thin, pale and decadent, with dull eyes..." Art put away the gold coupon.

   Take a glance, 10 gold shields!

  His total assets are only more than 12 gold shields. After yesterday's purchase, it has dropped to less than 10 gold shields. This compensation is like a timely rain to him, nourishing his dry wallet.

   It's just that the rigid and eccentric Professor Hughes still understands this kind of speech?

  However, it is more likely that he never thought about any words at all, and just said it casually.

   "I see." After hearing this, Viscount Trolbo withdrew his gaze from staring at him.

  Consistent with the survey data.

   It seems he wasn't lying.

   "Professor Hughes, I will trouble you about deciphering." Turning to look at Professor Hughes.

   "No problem." Professor Hughes responded casually.

   "I'm waiting for your good news." Viscount Trolpo finished speaking, got up and left.

  Professor Art De Hughes sent him to the door and watched him leave in the car.

  Turn around and go back to the house.

  Professor Hughes has started a rubbing mural research.

   Right there at that table.

   A piece of paper nearly 1.5 meters wide and 5 meters long hangs outside the dining table.

  Professor Hughes ignored it. After all, it is not the original version, so you don’t need to be too careful, and it is not so easy to damage.

  Art took a closer look.

   What is depicted in the painting is a scene of sacrifice by a group of people.

  Sinai people!

  The creatures in the painting are exactly the Sinai people described in the book. They are generally similar to humans, but they are generally short in stature, with 4 fingers on their hands, and the front end of the upper jaw is hooked in the shape of an olecranon, and some have thin scales on their bodies.

  The first scene is a group of people preparing for the ceremony.

  The second scene is offering a sacrifice, some kind of large creature, alive.

  The third scene is that they kneel down and pray under the leadership of an old man.

  The fourth scene is that the ten sacrifices disappeared, and they cheered and danced.

  There are 4 scenes in total, there is no text, so I don’t know what needs to be deciphered.

  However, Professor Hughes frowned and stared at the scroll without blinking, as if he had encountered some difficulty.

  Yate can only watch with him.

   After all, it is the first day at work, so you must have a correct attitude.

   After a while, Professor Hughes raised his head and asked, "What do you see?"

   "I didn't see anything." Art replied honestly.

   "I didn't see it either." Professor Hughes twisted his neck and said.

   The corner of Yate's mouth twitched.

   I didn't see that you still look stumped!

   "If you were asked to prepare a ceremony in the painting, what would you do?" Professor Hughes asked again.

   "Find a professional to do it!" Art replied without hesitation.

  Who knew what existence this ancient ritual would communicate!

   What if the connection is really made, but the other party finds out that he is not from Sinai, or simply ignores him and brings disaster directly, who can he turn to for reasoning?

   "You are cautious." Professor Hughes did not expect him to answer like this, and gave him a slightly surprised look.

  In memory, he was not so flexible and alert.

   However, it is not surprising that people change with age and experience.

   Especially young people.

   “Take care and never go too far.” Art is happy to project an image of caution.

   In this way, when you find something wrong, you can retreat.

   "What have you been practicing recently?" Professor Hughes asked suddenly.

   "Some exercise skills." Yate's expression was fixed, and after answering nonchalantly, he asked curiously, "How did you see that?"

   "It looks a little empty." Professor Hughes glanced at him up and down, and said with a little disgust.

  Yate's face darkened.

  What's wrong!

  It was just because he practiced too hard that he consumed a lot of energy and failed to recover quickly.

  Besides, compared with your body shape, there are a few worthy ones—I complained in my heart.

   "Some things can't be practiced indiscriminately, otherwise it will easily backfire." Before he could speak, Professor Hughes said again.

   "You still know this?" Arter asked with a chill in his heart.

   "I don't understand, but the reason is very simple." Professor Hughes shook his head, looked at the rubbing mural again, and said, "Trolbo had people hold the ceremony in accordance with the mural three times, but all failed."

  Yate's eyelids twitched violently.

   Just know that there is no shortage of people who like to die in any world!

   This ceremony is obviously used by the Sinai people to sacrifice to the "God of the Sea". Needless to say, the purpose of Trolbo?

   Fortunately, he did not succeed.

"He found a lot of information in the ruins, and there are related records of sacrifices. According to him, every step was correct, but for some reason, it ended in failure. He thought the secret might be hidden in this mural. Today Bring it here and let me help you decipher it." Professor Hughes said to himself.

  Those materials were translated by him.

   "No wonder, I thought he came here specially for me!" Arthur was stunned.

  Professor Hughes suddenly felt a little dizzy.

  Why didn't I realize before that my student's thinking is so out of the ordinary.

  Is he talking about Trolbo's visit?

   "Could it be that the sea **** believed by the people of Sinai has... fallen asleep?" Arthur hurriedly returned to the topic.

  I wanted to say "Are you already dead?", but thinking of the other party being dubbed "God", I decided to maintain the necessary respect.

   There is nothing wrong with Congxin.

   "Trolbo is very sure that the other party is fine." Professor Hughes shook his head.

  Yate's heart skipped a beat.

   This guy doesn't really want to die, does he?

  After thinking for a while, he asked, "How did he confirm that the secret is hidden in the mural?"

  (end of this chapter)