MTL - Lord of the Mysteries-~ An ordinary person's daily life (6)

The Great Existence ... Upon hearing Vernal's words, some of the memories hidden in the deepest part of Patton rushed out.

This made it difficult for him to contain his fear, and his feet stepped back uncontrollably.

In his archaeological activity many years ago, all nightmares started with seeing similar descriptions!

Just when Button was trembling and wanted to turn around and escape, Pacheco Dawn, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", actively asked Vernal questions:

"Now that you have felt the will of that great being, why not reconcile with the Quaternary remnants who are tracking you?"

Vernal's breath was suddenly heavy, as if a faint, whitish mist had thinned out.

His voice also became higher:

"They are not whole-hearted believers, they still have reservations!"

In Vernal's speech, in the half-collapsed house, the pale mist that was so thin that it was difficult to see diffused, exuding a strong **** smell.

Button seemed to understand something, but was not in a mood to think.

He just wanted to leave here to escape the danger that was about to rush out.

Pacheco was quite calm. He looked at Vernal and asked kindly:

"You have been visiting Mr. Barton and writing to the foundation. What kind of help do you hope we can provide?"

Hearing this, Button paused.

If he changed the occasion, he would definitely think Pacheco was asking what kind of legal aid Vernal needed!

At this time, shouldn't there be only two choices left? Either escape the police or take out a weapon and give Vernal a shot or a stick ... Barton is puzzled about Pacheco's handling.

There was a pale mist around his nose, and Vernal, who had a light gray light in his eyes, had no resistance to such exchanges. His expression settled, and his tone replied with a sense of majesty:

"Two things.

"One is to take this item to the suburbs and wait for the evening before returning."

During the conversation, Vernal dropped a thin-necked glass bottle.

The glass bottle seemed very strong, even if it fell on the ground and touched the stone, there was no damage.

And its interior is filled with pale, thin, almost illusory mist.

At this moment, Patton was keenly aware that Pacheco, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", had a stiff body, as if he felt something unusual.

Vernal did not observe the reaction of the two of them, and continued:

"Secondly, when collecting antiquities, help me find similar items."

He took a piece of paper from his arms as he said it and spread it out.

A strangely shaped lamp is depicted on the paper. It is like a miniature kettle with a wick extending from the mouth.

"... No problem." Pacheco replied in a slightly deeper voice than what he had just been silent for two seconds.

"That's good, haha, don't you think our encounter was a coincidence?" Vernal immediately dropped the piece of paper, then jumped forward and jumped to the height of the half-collapsed house.

He was like a baboon, climbing and jumping swiftly, and soon disappeared in the eyes of Button and Pacheco.

"What are we going to do next ..." Barton looked sideways at the deputy master pipeline of the "Compliance Department".

Before he finished, he paused suddenly because he found Pacheco stiff and breathing heavily.

In addition, Pacheco's body surface also vaguely grew a thick black curly hair, the muscles swelled up, making the black woolen coat tight.

... Monster ... Monster ... Barton's pupils dilated sharply, and it seemed that he wanted to see Pacheco's appearance now.

In the blink of an eye, the abnormality in Pacheco disappeared, and he exhaled for a long time:

"We are waiting here."

"... Is it necessary to pick them up?" Button pointed to the ampoule and paper on the floor.

Pacheco's mouth moved a little:

"You can pick it up.

"But then you must keep a distance from me."

Barton blurted out:

"The mist in that glass bottle will affect you?"

"Some things, even if you are not sure, it is best not to try recklessly." Pacheco still did not give a positive answer.

It was really tiring to communicate with him ... Barton thought about it and walked a few steps forward, stopping in front of the flask and paper.

As soon as he bent down, he held the two objects, and a faint light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of boots appeared in his sight.

This pair of boots has a long pointed tip, and one is similar to the current round-headed boots, as if belonging to two people.

Barton's heart tightened and he straightened up, looking forward.

Opposite him, there stood a lady.

This lady is wearing a long dress divided into two pieces, while being complicated and simple, while containing a variety of colors, and pure black.

This asymmetrical dress makes Button instinctively irritable, want to tear off the other party's clothing, give her a normal skirt and a pair of normal boots.

This impulse does not contain a little male desire for aggression against women, it is purely derived from the aversion and aversion to that aesthetic.

After forcibly resisting the discomfort, Barton turned his gaze to the lady's head.

She has a pretty face, a high nose bridge, plump lips, and rare dark gray eyes. She is about 20 to 30 years old.

Button didn't have a stunning feeling, but instead felt strangely strange in the other's looks.

After a few seconds, he finally understood the strange source:

The lady's face lacked expression, unlike a real person, closer to a wax figure.

"Fernal has already left." Pacheco, the deputy director of the "Compliance Department", seemed to have slowed down completely and said actively.

The lady's gaze swept past the flask and paper in Barton's hand:

"What does he want you to do?"

"Take this bottle to the suburbs and return in the evening. Also, help him find the objects depicted on the paper." Pacheco replied quite frankly, posing with a gesture of reluctance to hostile to the other.

The lady nodded and said:

"Give me the bottle."

After she finished speaking, Patton seemed to hear a command that could not be resisted, and instinctively threw the ampoule in her hand to the other party.

"Are you from the Tamara family?" Pacheco asked, seizing the opportunity.

The lady took the flask and looked down:

"I didn't expect anyone to remember us."

Pacheco responded with a smile:

"In fact, from the end of the Quaternary to the present, the Tamara family has been active, but the number is very rare.

"Have you ever heard of a clue?"

"They are them, we are us." After the lady answered briefly, her body quickly faded away and disappeared out of thin air.