The division of the seven major branches of Laurentz Riel may be inevitable.

However, just when Jiang Menghan and Su Wen appreciate everything in front of them with a traveler's mentality,

One after another, the evil spirits slowly woke up under the [Saint Mourning - Huyphal Prison] that turned into scorched earth more than a month ago.

They roared under the dark prison.

But Old Constance seemed not surprised by this change. He just leaned inside the house and slowly closed his eyes.

But the next second,

An unexpected voice slowly rang in his ear:

"Mr. Dean, I have a letter from you here,

A reminder by the way,

Your star orbit observer has been wet in the rain in the ninth corridor.”

Outside the door,

A ‘messenger’ from England slowly knocked on the semi-suspended bronze door of the old yard.

But he was also wrapped in the sudden outburst of steam, and even the warning steam directly tore his light golden gloves into countless broken diamonds in an instant.

only,

Even such a warning did not seem to prevent the messenger from entering.

And in silence,

The old dean finally just waved his hand and let him in.

But the next second,

The messenger handed over another wise man's letter:

“You want to save Laurenz Riel?

Ribs of Byzantine Saints, Welding the Lava Heart of the Inca Sun God

——It’s very similar to the way you sewed the paper a hundred years ago.

Old guy,
Chapter completed!