Pushing away the decaying door, Anna looked at the lobby in front of her. The college, which had been abandoned, was initially opened by the mentor.

It is said that it has been almost one hundred years since it is now.

In that era, the general bishop of the goddess of harvest in the Eastern Kingdom was an apprentice of the mentor. The so -called art rejuvenation was also at that time.

Above the plain.

Unfortunately, most of the seniors were seduced by chaos. They were dragged to hell by their own power, or seduced by foreign objects. Only a few apprentices passed the catastrophe.

The existence of the instructor was known by the chaos. Some evil gods began to regard him as a goal and springboard. The mentor did not mention how he had escaped the birth of the birth of the chaos under the chaos of chaos.

After that, the instructor no longer can give priority to it, but choose those children who have passed the mind identification.

Knowledge becomes a price, I have no choice.

There was light in Anna's hands. She remembered what her mentor often said, and at the same time looked at her maid chief Lena. The latter did not go to the wall lamp, but came to the wall and pressed the switch.

"The lights are broken." The lights that did not light up made the peers sigh.

"Time is the only fair thing in this era. People will die, and things will be damaged. The miracle before the great destruction gradually becomes a relic." Attached to the lamp, Anna heard what the sound was heard, she watched it, she watched it.

In the direction of the sound, a living corpse was found out of the dark.

In the next second, the crossbow drilled into its forehead. While the living corpse fell, Anna's pupils turned into golden, and surgically fluctuated from her feet.

Only the living corpse was up below the steps. Anna stretched out her hand and held it. The living corpses began to spontaneously ignite. They mourned and fell to the ground, rolling to extinguish the fire.

Unfortunately, the fire of magic can be easily extinguished.

"The southern province is over, and even the living corpses can be swaggered in the hinterland of the province, and the once prosperous towns have even been abandoned."

"Human beings abandon too much when the great destruction. We must find the diary of the instructor. From the beginning to the place where he lived before we settled." Anna finished, and once again brightened: "Let's go, let

Go to the ground floor. ""

"Very strange. Why do some people like to expand the building underground a hundred years ago? If there is an enemy, isn't it impossible to escape anyway." Lena was behind her owner, her behind her master, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her, her

Curiosity was soon satisfied by Anna: "It is said that the Eastern Kingdom was the area where the fire of civilization was first reworked in the era of great destruction. Before the entrance to the west of the black district, it was also the best area before the era of the great destruction.

Maybe they are the configuration of the imitation shelter. "

"A shelter, that is not the reason for them to be a mouse." Lena said, while noticing the text on the wall: "The Dor of Windsor's family is a fool?

Do you? "

"Yes, Elizabeth Dole Windsor." Anna blurted out.

"Dor is obviously the name of the boy." La Na looked at her master, and she shook her head.

"The name Dor is very rare at Windsor's house. The last time the child named Dor had to go back to five or six hundred years. Are you sure this is a boy?" Anna finished, pointed at the name on the wall of the wall

Then, then

Lena finally shook her head: "Okay, but will the Duke of Blood really a apprentice of our mentor?"

"It's normal, isn't it? After all, she was one of the tenth sages who were not corroded by chaos in the first batch of apprentices. As for the age, what age you and a legend warlock have a dragon vein bloodline.

It may not be shorter than you. "Anna finished, and turned back with her maid, in the walls they watched, drilled a young child.

It is a ghost, not crazy, and even looks cowardly.

She is a black -and -white maid suit on her body. She is small and looks like a family raising a fairy.

"French Portuguese Tower, the child's diary mentioned several times." Anna said to the child in front of her, and said to Lena.

· You know my name.

This little ghost watched the two unprepared guests.

· You are not the same as those lunatics, you can see me, do you have something to do here.

"Can't see the ghost?" Lena glanced at Anna.

"According to intelligence, living corpses were artificial life created by ancient humans before the great destruction. There is no real soul and cannot become extraordinary, maybe ... they do not see."

· Are they living corpses? Isn't it a human?

This little ghost seemed a little confused, Anna nodded: "It's a living corpse."

· But ... but they walk with their feet, and shouldn't the living corpses walk with their limbs?

The doubts on this little thing are more doubtful.

"Walking your feet?" Anna recalled, and the details of the memory flashed in her mind ... Yes, they did walk with both feet.

"She said it was right. I saw them and walked with her legs." La Na said here, noticing that the little maid pointed at the dark hall behind the door, where she and her master watched

To a group bonfire.

On the side of the bonfire, a thin bodies were sitting. Its godless red eyes looked at the two of them. The identity of the guests and the owner seemed to be converting at this moment until a sound rang in Lana's ears.

· Humans with thin skin, hello.

"Spiritor!" Anna took a step back.

La Na took two steps forward: "You are not a living corpse, don't pretend to be a ghost."

· No, humans with thin skin, I am a living corpse. This is what I have seen in the world I said in this book. I have seen more than 100 winter, and I have lived in this city without outsiders for forty years.

It is not similar to human beings again.

The living corpse still felt that the facts were not impactful. He raised his left hand -his left hand had only little finger, index finger and thumb.

"Are you ... a living corpse?" Anna turned her head and glanced at her master: "Anna, this ..."

"Maybe, we can communicate." Anna said to look at the Portuguese Tower: "French Portuguese Tower, have you ever seen it."

· I have seen it, it is also an apprentice of a mentor, Mr. Quanta.

French Porta Tower said.

· Speaking of. You mentioned the mentor, are you knowing the mentor, is it his later apprentice? Speaking of the mentor, he hasn't returned to see the Portuguese Tower for a long time. What about him.

"... The mentor he was very busy, and we haven't seen him for a long time." Anna said a good -faith lie.

The mentor has left the world, and the child of France Portta may still stay in this world for a long time. She does not need to tell the truth to exchange the fact that the child gets sad and distorted.

· Is it ... the instructor said that every fifty years, he will come back to see the Portuguese Tower. It is now a few years. Mr. Quanta said that this year is the 49th year.

French Porta seems to be calculated in the first few years this year, but the ghost has no talent in mathematics. Anna can only watch her wrong again and again, until Lena opened the mouth: "This year is the 49th year.

, Mr. Quanta said wrong. "

· Is this so, then you can see the instructor soon.

The maid looked very happy. She said that she would clean up the next layer, wait for the mentor's return, and then drilled back to the wall.

· Thank you.

Thank you so much. Thank you so much.

"The ghost will not be related to the memory of time. The very poor child should have the most beautiful life, from the love of the instructor ..." Anna recalled the mentor's thoughts about the Portuguese Tower in the diary. If it wasn't that accident that time

Maybe ... French Portuguese is the best mother of that child.

Unfortunately, fate is so ruthless.

Anna thought of it, and at the same time, she sat in front of the old Conden Tower.

· You are the only outsiders who will not be afraid of me except my classmates. Even if someone has come here before, I have to fight with them.

"What are you guarding?" Lena stood behind Anna and she looked at the living corpse in front of her, watching it a bit damaged, but she could still cover the fabrics of her body.

· The mentor's room ... the mentor should have passed away, right?

This living corpse said here and opened his mouth.

· Don't lie to me, I'm not a ghost who doesn't know time.

"Yes ... we are pursuing his journey and want to find what he said in a diary." Anna said the truth.

· Artificial God ... I haven't listened to the instructor, but I can feel that you did not lie, so ... the mentor finally gave up the idea of ​​everyone like a dragon, do you want to use the gods to fight the evil god ... Yes, after all, justice, after all, just fairness

The Lord is a living example. Even if humans pay more flesh and blood, they cannot fight these monsters that are detached from the world.

Kenta said that it was silent for a while, and then he looked at Anna.

· You want to enter the mentor's room, find his diary, and go out of his diary to launch he will appear in those places, and where you have established the college where you want to find all the intelligence of the artificial god, right?

The question of Kenta was rewarded. Anna nodded and let the living corpse stand up. He stretched out his hand and took out a firewood from the bonfire.

Until then, Lena noticed that the bonfire was not really burning, but the fire of spiritual energy.

"Why do you use the fire of Lingneng to light up this dark hall, I remember, you should not like the fire."

· Yes, as a living corpse, I hate fire, but the instructor said that civilization uses fire as a carrier, as charcoal is the pen that records history.

The living corpse came to the wall, light up the two torches on the wall with the flames of Lingneng, and then threw the torch in his hand back to the bonfire.

He wiped it on the wall.

It lights up from that room.

Anna and Lena stared at the door of the shelter behind the less active corpse.
To be continued...