MTL - Transcendent Dawn-Chapter 830 Shop

In the dark, a kind of attraction suddenly emerged.

Jenny looked to the east: "I successfully contained the blood of the monster and became a half-saint and half-fallen existence... I suppressed that eye, and I also knew the source of the curse... the dark serpent!"

"This road can indeed go through!"

She clenched her fists: "It is indeed feasible to graft the blood of the monster... and even I felt a strong attraction. In the east... is my sixth-order stigmata also there?"

In the east of Sealand City, there is a continent where sea tribes and people live together. Now a part of it has been opened up as a colony, but the depths are still dangerous.

Jenny felt her changes in detail.

According to legend, anyone who transplants monster blood will have terrible mutations, especially in terms of spirit, indifference and cruel character are the best sequelae.

But she found that her spirit and character had not changed much from before.

The only difference is in his body.

A layer of bronze-like color appeared on Jenny's hand.

"The strength has been greatly increased, and the body has been metallized... I am afraid that I can hardly accept the musket bullet... This is only the ability attached to the stigma... Its real performance is still..."

Behind Jenny, eight mechanical spider feet came out, and each one was deeply inserted into the ground, extremely sharp.

"It feels a bit similar to that Mary...My spider spear also carries a strong metal toxin on it, which can infect the wounded and become my mechanical puppet..."

Strong pollution!

This is also one of the characteristics of monsters.

After some demonstration, Jenny changed back to the form of an ordinary person and sighed.

"Fifth-tier saints are big people no matter where they are...If you are in the church, you can even compete for the position of the pope...Unfortunately, I am already a fallen one."

With a sigh in her heart, Jenny returned to the ground building, reverting to the image of scholar Jenny Black.

Doraemon!

When the bell rang, the doorbell rang outside the door.

Jenny looked in the mirror, stepped forward to open the door, and saw a middle-aged man holding a silver cane and wearing a round top hat.

"Ms. Black, take the liberty to interrupt!"

He took off his hat and saluted.

"Detective Luo Fei!"

Jenny nodded and invited him into the room: "Need a cup of coffee?"

"Thank you, it's great to have a hot drink in this weather..."

Luo Fei put down her coat and crutches: "But before that..."

He cleared his throat: "According to your request, Madam, as long as that matter has an eyebrow, I must inform you."

"Huh? My mentor... Mr. Turing, did you find him?"

Jenny raised her brows.

Teacher Turing disappeared after teaching her for a period of time. She searched for a long time. The task is still hanging by the private detective, and she has to pay a labor fee every year.

"It's not easy..."

Luo Fei also had lingering fears about the completion of this task: "Thanks to the protection of Mother Nature, one of my informants happened to find his trace in Rock City. This is the address!"

He handed a folded note to Jenny.

"Ok……"

Jenny took it and glanced at it: "According to the agreement, after I confirm, I will pay the rest."

"Of course, you are a well-known university scholar in the Kingdom."

Luo Fei smiled.

He is more assured of the credibility of such a big man.

...

Rock City.

In the misty drizzle, a row of people holding black umbrellas slowly emerged from the thick fog.

"Warren...you shouldn't have come."

Fitch looked at the surrounding battle scholar team and sighed.

"I promise, I'm just watching..."

Warren stared at Fitch with a ‘sincere’ face: "And... there is also the presiding judge Ernest here, I’m fine."

The Presiding Judge Ernest is one of the senior members of the Church of the God of Knowledge, and he was already a fifth-order saint in his early years!

Such a big man, of course, will not be with them, but hidden in the dark, only Fitch and Varen can contact.

"To tell you the truth... I don't think we can invite such an existence to take action!"

Fitch lowered his voice.

"No... it's not that ghost in history... I think the reason why the presiding judge of the inspection office attaches so much importance to it is because of the newly-emerged evil god-the moon concealer!"

Valen sighed: "This evil **** should be related to history and possesses ancient secrets that we don't know... Of course, his identity is more important... Now there are more and more evil gods, but there are only two righteous gods. Bit..."

In order to track down such an evil existence, it is natural to labor the chief judge.

However, the information revealed by the other party is very small, only some historical materials that are not true or false.

The most conspicuous one is the name ‘Turing’.

Even so, it is worth a trip for a high-level saint. After all, things involving evil gods cannot be overstated.

When it comes to this, even Fitch can't help but feel heavy.

"Speaking of this... what do you think of some missionary organizations, such as the emergence of a'death church' in the south..." Fitch asked: "The main reason for distinguishing evil from neutral organizations is to look at their ideas and actions...that' The Holy See of Death has no obvious bias towards evil, and most of its members are neutral. They believe that death requires respect, and Minghai is the home of everything..."

"I don't know... the matter here has not been resolved yet."

Warren smiled bitterly: "Even the wisdom of many sages in the church may not be able to discern the truth behind these organizations..."

"Also..."

The flow of people dispersed on the street. Fitch and Warren walked into an apartment, went up to the three-story building, and opened a curtain: "This location was chosen by our intelligence personnel, and you can just see the target's residence behind the street ..."

Warren took out a mirror~www.novelbuddy.com~ This is a technique in mysticism. Direct gaze is easy to be noticed by the target, and the reflection of the mirror is different.

Immediately, through the reflection in the mirror, he saw a somewhat rudimentary shop.

"A well-paid college tutor suddenly gave up everything and opened a small shop here?"

Warren sneered: "Business is not so good, do you believe it?"

"Can't say that, maybe people have this quirk." Fitch retorted, and immediately stared at Valen: "You promised me, just take a look and leave, especially when fighting."

"I see."

Warren took a deep breath: "Also, I am not a scholar without combat effectiveness."

At this moment, his pupils shrank: "There is a carriage coming, and there is a person down...Jenny! Jenny Black! That famous steam scholar!"