Chapter 27 Magic Box

Author: Yan Youwu

Chapter 27 Magic Box

After being dragged to the basement by Ivy, Dante looked at the dark environment around him, which was completely different from the warm and homey style upstairs.

Why would anyone like to stay in a place like this? Is this the style of scholars?

It was incredible to him that Old Tom would choose to live in the basement.

Boom, boom, boom!

Amidst the knock on the door, a familiar voice came from inside.

"come in."

Dante pushed open the iron door and came to the place where he was doing his "examination" again, but this time, the person lying on the single bed became the middle-aged priest.

"You came just in time, this guy hasn't woken up yet."

Old Tom was wearing a classic black robe and stood in front of a cabinet filled with bottles and cans and various books, not knowing what he was looking for.

"Do you need my help? Uncle Tom." Ivy walked closer and looked around curiously.

"Yes, little Ivy, I need you to adjust your sitting position to a comfortable position and the best viewing angle, and then just watch." Old Tom's tone was kind, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.

He turned his head again and quickly switched to the expression Dante was most familiar with: "What are you doing standing there? Come and help!"

You can switch seamlessly.

A young man who once again felt that he was being treated differently walked over angrily: "What should I do?"

Old Tom glanced at him, took a brass object similar to a dashboard from the cabinet, and handed it over.

"Put it on your forehead."

Dante did as he was told, puzzled.

"Okay, now put it on the left chest."

Dante was even more confused.

"That's it." Old Tom took the things back and put them on the cabinet again without any intention of explaining.

"Uncle Tom is testing whether there is hidden uncontrolled ether in your body to ensure that you are not in potential danger."

Ivy whispered from the side: "After Joseph came back, he specifically reminded you that you used extraordinary abilities today."

Dante nodded understandingly.

Everyone seemed uneasy.

He smiled and said: "Thank you, I feel very good now, but I was a little exhausted that time."

"Don't take it seriously, kid." Old Tom arranged the items and pointed at the priest who was tied up on the bed. "One of the reasons why these people are called crazy is because they use extraordinary things without restraint.

Power."

"I do things without considering the consequences, and I never abide by confidentiality agreements with ordinary people. I think about my so-called God of Truth all day long, and I preach the need to explore the truth wherever I go."

The old man sneered: "Listening to these random teachings that I don't know where they came from, I think they are the only truth. It's all nonsense."

Dante glanced at the priest, who was still in a deep coma, and asked: "Is the God of Truth made up by believers, or does it really exist?"

"Maybe in a certain era, the God of Truth did exist, but now, He can only be the God of Evil."

Old Tom replied casually: "You can browse more books on the second row of shelves on the left, the fourth book from the right to the left."

After hearing this, Dante searched the shelf and found a book called "Genesis".

The title of the book is written in Arengo, an ancient language that was spread in the last era. It was completely abandoned after the advent of the steam age and became the common language today.

Fortunately, the original person knew more or less about these aspects. Dante withdrew his gaze without leaving any trace, indicating that he would take time to read it.

"Okay, it's time to wake this guy up. Go over and put this on his forehead."

Old Tom handed over a brand new piece of parchment, with the blank space on it still unwritten. Although Dante was curious about what he was going to do, he still followed it honestly.

"Is this okay?" He gestured and turned around to ask.

"Well, get back behind me."

Old Tom took two steps forward, shook the cuffs of his robe, and a delicate quill flew out from it and floated in the air.

"Although the special job system of scholars is also biased towards auxiliary type, they will have many wonderful abilities." Ivy sat aside and explained with great interest.

"As a naturalist, Uncle Tom always adheres to the morals and precepts passed down from ancient times, and firmly believes that the pursuit of knowledge will never stop, which will also be transformed into the display of their abilities, such as writing, recording, and reading."

While Dante listened to Ivy's detailed narration, he watched Old Tom throw a bottle of prepared potion into the air.

The strange thing is that the thrown potion seems to have been stopped by time, with a little flash of light, quietly turning into a "stream" suspended in the air, like a microscopic Milky Way.

"Is this preparation work before the interrogation?" Dante asked in a low voice.

Before Ivy could answer, Old Tom suddenly recited a series of low, deep, and mysterious spells, and then the stream split into two, submerging into the quill and the priest respectively.

The priest who was lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and sat up straight. The large blood stain on his chest and the parchment on his forehead made him look like a zombie.

Lin Zhengying from another world? Dante's eyes widened and he thought of certain scenes for no reason.

"Ask your question."

Old Tom suddenly turned around and said.

My question? Dante was stunned for a moment, and then realized that the "interrogation" had begun. He thought for a moment and said:

"Where is Irving Hilton now?"

A struggle flashed in the pastor's eyes, but was quickly suppressed by confusion. He whimpered and made an indistinguishable sound.

At the same time, the quill flew away and wrote quickly on the parchment on his forehead.

"I don't know. Owen has not contacted us. He has always contacted us through a single line."

Miraculous ability. Dante glanced at Old Tom, who nodded and signaled to continue.

"Did you do it to confuse the city hall officials?"

The quill wrote quickly: "Yes."

"What is the purpose?"

After a slight pause, the pastor's whimpering voice became louder and louder, as if he was resisting, but in the end it was to no avail.

"Guardian's Day Parade. Inciting Sacrifice"

The writing on the parchment was intermittent, and it was obvious that this matter was much more important to the priest than the first question.

"Besides you, who else did the Truth Sect send here?"

"The Punisher Squad."

Is it an organization similar to the Special Investigation Bureau's action team? Dante frowned and was not in a hurry to ask again.

“Where is [the box]?”

Old Tom spoke out, staring closely at the parchment.

The quill suddenly trembled uncontrollably, and it was obvious that the priest's thoughts were greatly affected and disturbed at this time.

"That's the magic box, the terrible magic box!"

"Find Owen and take him away!"

"There's a devil hiding in there!"
Chapter completed!