"You know about the Great Old Ones?" Irina looked at Meg in surprise as well. She thought for a while, and then realized something. "No wonder you know how to kill Borg and the bewitched Alfred."
"I only saw some related records in an ancient parchment book by chance. I thought it was just a haphazardly written history. I didn't expect them to really exist." Meg rubbed his nose. He really didn't expect the Cthulhu Mythos to really exist in this world.
During this period of time, he had read almost all the books related to the Cthulhu Mythos, and absorbed the imagination of countless authors from Earth.
He had no way to analyze how many of them really understood the Great Old Ones, and how many of them were created by imagination under the influence of Lovecraft's mythos system.
However, after the baptism of these ancient books, he had a basic understanding of the Cthulhu Mythos system.
The Great Old Ones, who had terrifying power, once ruled the world in ancient times, but were sealed by the ancient gods and fell into a deep sleep.
Under this system, countless colorful works were created, and many of the Great Old Ones appeared.
Meg still had many doubts about the Great Old Ones that might exist on the Norland Continent. The previous two encounters were also very shallow. Whether it was the stone statue in the black fog or the throne in the stone palace, he couldn't match them with the various Great Old Ones that had accumulated during this period of time.
The parchment that Irina got from Crassus and the rest was roughly a wizard's prayer after the system's online translation. It praised the power and legends of an evil god named Meredith, and mentioned a few other evil gods, showing extreme fanaticism.
The last sentence caught his attention. "The Great Old Ones will eventually return and rule this world again."
Did the various phenomena that suddenly appeared in this world mean that the return had already begun?
"What exactly are the Great Old Ones? Can they be eaten? What do they look like? "Irina asked Meg curiously.
Meg thought seriously for a while, and said, "The legendary Great Old Ones are probably indescribable things with all kinds of tentacles."
"Tentacles? It sounds a little disgusting. Can I do it? "Irina frowned.
"Teppanyaki squid seems pretty good," Meg said after some thought.
"Alright, let's catch a Great Old One and try it next time. I just don't know if the meat will be too tough to chew after millions of years." Irina was already itching to try.
"After all, this world used to belong to them. We should at least give them some face." Meg didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They spoke as if they could beat them. Even if they were sealed Old Ones, he didn't have the confidence to cut off their tentacles and make them into teppanyaki squid tentacles.
"As for Blour, I still haven't received any news about him. What I can confirm is that he hasn't fallen into Helena's hands," Meg said.
Irina already knew that Blour was Shirley. She shook her head, and said, "I haven't received any news about him, either. I don't have many sources of information at the moment, but if he's captured by Helena, I'll go save him."
"He might be affected by the news of his father's death. I hope he can calm down." Mag heaved a faint sigh. He had witnessed Blour's father charging fearlessly toward those people who were attacking Irina, and buying them some time.
"One day, I will make them pay the price for this," Irina said with a cold expression.
Meg was silent. He naturally knew Irina's character.
"I will continue to get people to help find him as soon as possible," Meg said.
"You said we'll set off for the Falk Tribe the day after tomorrow. Do you have a plan?" Irina asked.
Meg shook his head slightly, and said, "I don't have a detailed plan at the moment. Rescuing Connie's brother is the priority. Secondly, we have to find a chance to disrupt the coronation ceremony of the kingslayer, Gary, and find a way to stop the Falk Tribe and the Aug Tribe from forming an alliance. Once the alliance between these two tribes is successful, the orcs will basically be on the side of the war alliance. "
"No plan is the best plan. Isn't it just causing trouble until there's no end to it? I'm very good at that. "Irina's eyes lit up when she heard that, and she smiled.
Meg looked at Irina, whose eyes were glowing with excitement, and sighed for the Falk Tribe silently. Nothing good would come out of being targeted by this great aunt.
"Amy and Anna are already asleep. It's late at night. Shall we do something interesting?" Irina asked as she leaned against the door. Her long and slender legs were exposed from the loose sleeping robe, and her soft silver hair was let down behind her back. She stared at Meg as she asked.
Meg thought about it calmly for a while before taking out the tablet. "Why don't we watch Cat and Mouse?"
"Watch it yourself." Irina walked towards the bedroom angrily, and closed the door.
"Phew …"
"That was close."
Meg heaved a sigh of relief, and wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He felt like he was being targeted by a god at that moment.
Luckily, he was quick-witted.
"Cat and Mouse is so interesting." Meg switched on the tablet, and watched two episodes with relish before switching off the lights and going to bed.
…
It was late at night, and most of the people in Chaos City were already asleep. The number of suspicious people roaming the streets had dwindled after the Gentlemen's League's strict screening. Even the tramps were hiding under the bridges obediently, and didn't dare to come out in the middle of the night to scare the young ladies.
Even the slums in the north of the city didn't have any vicious incidents for a period of time. All the famous gangsters had been sent to Bastie Prison by those gentlemen who had turned into Sherlock Holmes after they found evidence of their crimes.
Due to the shortage of prison cells, the density of the cells in Bastie Prison increased immediately. It was said that it even caused some of the natives to be unhappy.
Meanwhile, the Gray Temple and the city lord's castle also increased the number of patrols on the streets, which really allowed the residents to have a good night's sleep.
…
In the Gray Temple's dark dungeon, there was no difference between day and night in this place where no light could reach.
Screams echoed from the partitioned cells into the gloomy and empty corridor, echoing in the distance and only dispersing after a long time.
There was a dim oil lamp at the end of the corridor. Bolton stood under the lamp, and stuffed some high-quality tobacco into his bamboo pipe. He lit it up with a flint, and took a deep puff. He looked at his subordinate who was rushing out of the cell next door with a piece of paper, and asked, "How is it?"
"Director, we've already done the torture. Blaze still insists that he did everything alone. He also confessed to everyone under his system. He's not online." The subordinate handed the paper in his hand to Burton.
Bolton took the paper, and skimmed through the contents. He sneered, and said, "Is he really not online, or is he still expecting something?"
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