Mysterious Tribulation

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"Woo..."

Clark is still crying lowly: "I...fallen...I am caught in the search for deliciousness...I have become a monster...I have turned away from the path of archaeology...The Secretary of the Secret, please forgive my sin!"

Aaron fell silent.

Clark Das is the most cautious Extraordinary he has ever seen.

The other party not only knows a lot of mystical knowledge, but is also good at using rules, cleverly avoiding some costs, and gaining mystical power.

But even such an extraordinary person, because he didn't check it for a while, he fell...

Such a fall is a fall from the heart, not a pollution by external forces.

Therefore, even the "spirit of vain" cannot save him.

Because this is Clark's own choice! wωW.八七七ＺW.℃ΟＭ

Although the ritual of ‘History Backtrack’ of the “Secret’ Path seems to be quite comprehensive, weird and terrifying, it does not cost much to master powerful extraordinary abilities at a low level... But in fact, those costs are just hidden. Just getting up, every use of the extraordinary ability obtained is a test of willpower. ’

An enlightenment emerged in Aaron's heart.

‘The power of going back to the same element many times, and the power of low-level imitation of too high-level power, will double the risk! Clark was so pitted! ’

‘The problem here, maybe even the school behind him is not clear? Or... is Clark’s mentor who hasn’t had time to teach? ’

Aaron sighed and heard Clark's voice: "What are you going to do with me? Did you kill me, a man-eating monster?"

He looked at Clark and found that he was half-ghoul, with long nails on one hand, and the edges were dark and sharp.

Aaron closed his eyes, and the scenes after coming to Green Forest appeared before him.

"When I first came to this city, you gave me a lot of help. We are also friends... and I am not a good person. If you kill my friend, I will choose to kill you. But now..."

He thought for a while, and said, "Do you know the ‘Expulsion Order’?"

"The ancient lords punished the prisoners in the territory, expelled them from the territory, and prohibited them from returning... Do you want to... expel me? Let me leave the city?" Clark replied in a low voice.

"Yes, leaving the green forest, I don't want to see you again! Otherwise... next time I will kill you with my own hands!"

Aaron swore generally.

"thanks…"

Clark's figure curled up and became the appearance of a wise old man before.

He took off his mask, rubbed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Can I ask you for two things?"

"Say!"

Aaron didn't let his guard down, but he didn't care too much.

This Clark can easily deal with the previous self, let alone now after promotion.

"This is proof of our school. I can no longer teach Bruce Field. I would like to ask you to **** him to Pulmouth, to Green George District, 7 Mercury Street, and find a man named'Cornelly Ears' Mr., he will take Bruce to my school... By the way, my school is called—'Eye of Ancient Meng'!"

Clark pulled off a silver necklace from his neck and handed it to Aaron.

Through the dim light, Aaron could see the main body of the pendant, which was a mysterious vertical eye pattern in silver.

"I will, I promise."

He nodded, a sorrow suddenly appeared in his heart.

The next moment, he saw Clark pull out a silver metal vial from his arms, open it, and pour all the liquid inside into his mouth.

Clark quickly became weak and fell to the ground, twisting his body in pain.

Dark blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and said miserably: "Since... the first hunt... I have equipped this bottle... The potion that is said to be able to kill ghouls in ancient books...cough cough...it seems to be quite effective. …"

Aaron did not rescue him. He could see that Clark seemed to have died because of a mental breakdown.

This is also not affected by external influences, but the opponent's own choice!

"Second...Second thing...In my study...There is a manuscript about the latest archaeological discovery of Earl Greenson...Help me publish it!"

Clark prayed for authenticity.

"It will be published."

Aaron nodded, took off his hat, and watched Clark die in pain.

Clark turned over, looked up at the snowflakes and icy edges on the roofs on both sides, and said with satisfaction: "October is the season of our lord... and the following November and December...they...they are each represented by death. Controlled by the two Sisui... It’s December, it’s the season for death..."

"Controlling the existence of November... is the real "Reaper", "Pluto"..."

"Can die in ice and snow in December...it’s the ‘Ice God’ and the ‘Ice Unmelting One’ who came to hug me..."

Suddenly, Aaron looked up and found that in the sky, large swaths of snow began to fall again.

They soon covered a pool of blood, covered the corpse, leaving only a layer of whiteness.

"'Ice Unmelting One'... In addition to'Yao', does he also control part of the authority of'Meditation'?"

Hearing a familiar name, Aaron looked a little dazed.

But for some reason, UU reading www.uukanshu.com feels very reasonable.

The ‘Unmelting Ice’ is the result of most of the corpses of the [Scarlet Creator], which itself represents ‘death’!

From this it is conceivable to master some of the elements of ‘meditation’.

"Starting from ice, ending with ice..."

Aaron murmured, leaning over Clark's body, and picked up a monocle that looked like an ice crystal.

Immediately, he lifted the opponent's body with one hand and jumped into the sewer next to him.

The heavy snow continued to fall, covering up all the traces of evil in the world...

…

The next day, early morning.

"Teacher, teacher!"

Bruce walked into Clark's house excitedly, his face flushed with excitement.

Although he had never participated in the last relic exploration, he felt that his extraordinary ability had made great progress.

Perhaps, it won’t take long to be promoted from an ‘archaeological apprentice’ to a ‘folklore scholar’.

Well, Bruce has also made great progress after returning from the inspection of the lotus-eater village, opening up the first quality.

And ‘folklore scholar’ is a purely ‘secret’ approach, the name of the second primordial substance! Ｍ.㈧七七zw.cΟＭ

He rushed into the door excitedly, but heard the cry of the maid: "Mr. Field...Master, he suffered a heart attack last night and has passed away...Mr. Aaron is holding his will and is preparing to deal with his funeral..."

"what?"

Bruce's expression was sluggish, and he almost had to hold on to the table next to him, so as not to pass out: "How could it? How could this be? How could the teacher be sick and die? He...he..."

Bruce rushed into the bedroom and saw Clark Dass lying on the bed as if still sleeping.

Tears burst into his eyes...