"Him? Wasn't he in the adept's camp fifty kilometers away from the frontlines, across the Fjord?
The Spider Pope said doubtfully, "If you want to find him, you can just go there directly. However, I'm not too sure if you can pass through the fjords in the middle. Those are guarded by the most vicious Wizards and their monster companions."
Hoffa immediately perked up. After searching for a long time, he finally got some useful information. Silby was fifty kilometers away.
He stood up. "Who's guarding the checkpoint?"
"They're the Bloodthirsty Twins, one of his most terrifying subordinates. They've killed countless of the Church's best fighters. "
Bloodthirsty Twins?
What a terrifying nickname, Hoffa thought.
"Thank you for the information." He bowed slightly. "I wish you a good rest."
With that, he took Chloe and the unlocked cryptex and quickly left the strange room. He didn't want to stay in there for another second.
The eight-legged Spider Pope didn't stop him and let him take the cryptex. But after Hoffa closed the door, a suppressed and despairing laughter came from the other side.
"Go … Go … Go … God will take care of you … God will take care of you … Hahahahaha …"
That laughter sent goosebumps down one's spine.
After leaving the Spider Pope, the strange atmosphere gradually disappeared. Hoffa hurried to the open space of the Church. Heavy snow was still falling from the dark sky. He temporarily put aside the matter of the combination lock and Silby. Holding the elf with both hands, he asked softly in surprise, "Crowley, why are you by my side?"
"I've always been by your side. I've never left." Chloe sat on his hand and said gently, "The Soul Stone holds my soul, so I can feel your heart more clearly. I've seen everything you've done. It's amazing."
She spoke with sincerity.
Hoffa couldn't help but grin. Then he scratched his head awkwardly. "Then why didn't you come out before?"
It's related to Gregory VII. In every generation of the Church, someone will awaken their own mysterious power at a certain stage. We call it a revelation. For example, my revelation is time, Krishna's is knowledge, Jesus' is change, and Gregory VII's is reality and illusion. By his side, everything that's illusory and undetectable will become reality, just like me. I'm originally a soul, but I have no choice but to appear in front of him.
After a short pause, Chloe continued.
"The people of the church know that this power comes from God. Therefore, to them, the fact that a heretic, or a wizard, can awaken a strange power without any faith is intolerable. This is one of the main reasons why the Church in the Middle ages. "
Hoffa didn't really care about why the Church of the Middle Ages would persecute wizards, but he was more concerned about his friend. He held Chloe in his arms and said worriedly, "Does that mean you'll be gone after this dream?"
"Theoretically speaking, yes. “
Crowley looked at the sky, stretched out his hand, and caught a snowflake the size of his small hand. "But what I'm more worried about is that Gregory's power of law is similarly affecting the dreamscape itself."
"What do you mean?"
Chloe held the snowflake. "Because he's in the dream, the dream you're experiencing might not be a dream, but reality."
.....
Hoffa thought for a moment and immediately jumped up. "What, reality? Then I'm in the past a thousand years? "
"It's just a possibility."
Crowley smiled bitterly. "But in reality, where you are and what form you exist in, no one knows. No one is clear."
Hoffa closed his eyes and pondered. If this was a dream, then it was too real. If it was reality, then his power of time didn't appear.
Perhaps it was just as the God of Nightmares said. After he entered the second dream, everything became uncertain. It was more like a quantum space, where everything was chaotic and random.
After thinking for a while, he decided not to think about these illusory things. The most important thing now was to find Silby immediately.
He used the God of Nightmares to drag the whole world into the dream. It must be to do something, otherwise this action would be meaningless. He didn't believe that guy would do something meaningless.
Hoffa put Chloe on his shoulder. The little elf Chloe hugged the furry shawl on his shoulder, curled herself up, and exhaled a small white mist. Under the influence of Gregory's materialization, she could feel the biting cold of winter.
Not long after the two walked out of the city wall, they stepped on the frozen fjord. It was the Bosporus Strait, which was thirty kilometers long. Under the ice, the water was turbulent and the shore was steep. The west coast was Europe, and the east coast was Asia.
Constantinople.
Hoffa learned the name of this city from the Pope. He turned his head and looked behind him. In the sporadic flames, the watchtower on the hillside opened its magic eye in the night. Below the tower was the Theodosian City Wall built in the third century AD.
If the Pope was already hiding in this city.
Didn't that mean that at this point in time, the wizards had already driven the Church out of Europe?
Hoffa's heart ached. If this really happened in the history of this world, if Silby really did this with his own strength, then he could really be said to be the Napoleon, Alexander, Caesar of the wizards. He was even greater than any wizard in history.
But such a guy, what was there to be dissatisfied with? Why did he struggle to live until modern times and still refuse to die?
He couldn't figure it out.
After walking along the ice for a short distance, Hoffa stopped. It wasn't that he didn't want to walk, but the ice under his feet made an ominous cracking sound. The snow didn't seem to have been falling for too long. The temperature hadn't completely frozen the fjord. If he continued walking, he would step into the sea.
He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the ice in front of him broke. A five-meter-long, black and white killer whale drilled out of the sea. He touched the killer whale's smooth and huge back. It breathed out hot air and made a pleasant sound in the night.
Hoffa sat on the killer whale's back with his legs spread. The killer whale took him and swam silently to the other side.
After a while, a huge black ship appeared on the frozen fjord. It was covered in ice and snow. On the mast with the black sail, there were several wizards standing. Countless silver-white fluorescent spell lights danced around the black ship.
Hoffa hurriedly commanded the killer whale to stop. He closed his eyes again. When he opened his eyes, a closed helmet appeared on his head and an oxygen tank appeared on his back. Chloe on his shoulder was the same, but her oxygen tank was much smaller than Hoffa's.
Splash.
Hoffa grabbed the killer whale's back and dived into the sea.
On the black ship, several wizards heard the sound of water and looked over, but they only saw circles of ripples on the surface of the water. The ripples were quickly covered by the heavy snow.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Accompanied by the cold ocean current, Hoffa lay on the killer whale's back. Chloe grabbed his ear and swam to the huge black ship.
Soon, the two, led by the killer whale, came near the black ship. They quietly surfaced and the diving equipment disappeared.
Because of the night and the heavy snow, the people on the ship's watchtower could not find the existence of Hoffa.
He stuck to the black ship's cabin wall, rubbed his hands, and exhaled a white mist. He skillfully closed and opened his eyes. A telescopic periscope appeared in his hand. He put his eyes on the periscope and turned the shaft with his hand to extend the periscope upward.
His line of sight first came to the bottom of the black ship, where there was a crackling sound. The periscope turned, and through the gap of the iron window, Hoffa saw several prisoners of war tied to the pillars at the bottom of the deck. They were constantly being tortured. Their flesh and blood were flying everywhere, and they screamed again and again.
Pope Gregory was right. If they were discovered by these adepts, what awaited them would be cruel torture and torture.
Would Silby be among these people?
Hoffa looked around and felt that it was impossible. A guy in a high position like him would not do such a vulgar thing as beating prisoners of war.
Then, the periscope continued to rise and came to the second floor of the cabin. Hoffa could see orange candles lit in the cabin. There were some scattered and old oak barrels piled up. A few people were talking and laughing over there. The table in the cabin was low, sturdy, and heavy. It had a grayish-black color that had been polished by time. On top of it were brass candlesticks and oil lamps that had been polished until they were shiny. Most of the wizards sitting around were wearing thick, dark leather robes.
They were playing cards with a relaxed and cheerful expression, which was a sharp contrast to the sternness of the interior of Constantinople.
This was the expression of a person who was sure to win.
Would Silby be among this group of people?
He was still not there. Hoffa felt that he was the kind of person who would not be interested in playing cards. (He could not help but think of the happy racing time he had with him in Casablanca. He felt that he must have liked more exciting activities.)
The periscope continued to rise and finally came to the position of the captain's cabin and stopped.
The environment here was much better than the lower two floors, but it more or less showed the attitude of a nouveau riche. The floor was covered with a gorgeous wool carpet, and beautiful crystal lamps hung from the ceiling. The carpet was scattered with piles of jewelry and gold and silver utensils.
Two adepts were leaning against a luxurious carpet, drinking wine from ornate golden cups and eating roasted meat and fruits. One of them was as fat as a bucket, and the other was as thin as a bamboo pole.
Was Silby here?
Not here either.
However, the conversation between the fat and thin wizards attracted Hoffa's attention.
"After so many years, I'm finally going to make a name for myself."
The fat wizard politely poured a glass of wine for the skinny wizard.
The thin wizard grabbed the glass and asked: "Theodore, after this war, what are you going to do?"
"Ahem, why don't I go back and buy a piece of land, find a few hundred women to serve me, and live the life of a noble?" Fatso called Theodore said happily: "We've been through fire and water for so many years, isn't it just for this?"
"You're still the same, you haven't changed at all."
The thin wizard took a sip of wine and sighed.
"Hahaha, I'm human, what change can there be?" Fatso said with a smile: "What about you? Tyra, do you have a piece of land in mind? "
"I don't want to live in seclusion," the thin wizard said softly: "I still want to follow behind Lord Spencer."
"What?" Fatso was surprised. "When we came out, we agreed to advance and retreat together."
"Don't you think that Lord Spencer is worth following?"
The thin wizard looked at Fatso with bright eyes: "I've lived for so many years, and I've never seen anyone more charming than him."
"I know, I know!"
Fatso argued: "But he's going to be a king, an emperor. That kind of guy, there are too many wizards who want to curry favor with him. Think about it, would it be your turn? You're just a rural wizard from Aquitaine. Just like me, quit while you're ahead."
"Are you that useless!?"
The thin wizard suddenly put down his glass and became agitated: "I'm a rural wizard from Aquitaine, but I've learned a lot over the years. I've served Lord Spencer for so many years. When the empire is established, do you think I won't be able to become a cabinet minister? "
Fatso was also unhappy: "Tyra, you're a wizard, don't learn from the Muggles. We should be like those big wizard families, build a castle, live in seclusion in the mountains, and pass down magic from generation to generation. "
"It's because there are too many people who think like you that those Muggles have a chance!" The thin wizard became angrier as he spoke. He pointed at Fatso's nose and scolded: "If it weren't for Lord Spencer, we would still be wanted by those wizards from the Church."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm short-sighted, I'm short-sighted, but who told me to be this kind of person?"
Seeing that the thin wizard was getting angrier, Fatso quickly poured a glass of wine for him: "Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore. Let's drink. When the Fjords are completely frozen, we'll command the army to rush over. Everything can wait until we win."
Ding dong! The two men clinked their glasses and drank together.
On the back of the Orca, Hoffa put away his periscope and began to think. There was no doubt that these two were the Bloodthirsty Twins that the Pope had mentioned earlier. However, according to what he thought, these two should be called the Alcoholic Twins. In just a few short sentences, they had drunk two large bottles of wine.
However, Hoffa had also deduced a lot of information from their words. Listening to them, the wizard army was preparing to wait until the Fjords were completely frozen, then cross the Bosporus Strait, flatten Constantinople, and completely exterminate the Church hiding inside.
In this way, the victory of the wizard war would only be a matter of one or two days.
If the war was won and the Sorcerer Empire was established, the wizards should be the ones to rule the world, not the Muggles.
Then why was Silby still cursed? Why did no one remember him? When were the Hogwarts built? Why were the future wizards still hiding in the shadows? What exactly happened?
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