Chapter 405 Collecting Information

5 minutes passed.

Sifa finished praying, let out a little breath, and didn't feel depressed at all.

Pray to the Lord of Storms, pray for divine punishment, deal with the three-in-one ancient evil, and even kill the demigods of the Rose School of thought.

From the very beginning, he knew that the chances of success were slim.

After all, he is not the favored person of the Lord of Storms, nor does he have any sacred objects that can attract the attention of the Lord of Storms. If he can connect with the True God just by relying on a symbolic 'Holy Storm Emblem', then the True God is too worthless.

It was just an attempt just now, if it succeeded, it would be pure luck like winning a lottery ticket, and it would be nothing if it failed, anyway, when he was hypnotizing that ancient evil, he already had a vague plan.

Before making this plan concrete, Xifa felt that it was better to straighten things out.

Judging from the information Gabriel provided, the ancient evil should have come to this island not long after he left Jedgar.

It's really weird and scary when you think about it.

Damir Port is not close to here, and that thing can cross the ocean and come to find itself unswervingly. I really don't understand what kind of obsession is driving it to do so.

Could it be because I made a hole in my chest last time?

This is too vengeful, I just opened a hole, other people have done similar things, so why bother me.

Xifa shook his head and continued to ponder.

When it was in Damir Port, the Lord of Storms sent divine punishment. Although it is not clear how it escaped, it suffered a lot in that battle.

Among other things, let's just talk about being the part of the 'gatekeeper'. At that time, this sister used her army of undead to fight against God's punishment.

Xifa knows that the 'janitor' will have his own undead prison in his body, which can provide a good environment for the existence of evil spirits, and can also accommodate a certain number of souls, dead and natural spirits, so as to obtain various unique abilities , a powerful helper.

Therefore, the strength of the 'gatekeeper' is often linked to the quantity and quality of the undead in the body.

In the battle of Damir Port, the evil creature must have been seriously injured in this regard, so after landing, there were so many deaths.

The spirits of those dead were probably captured by that ancient evil, and then thrown into the prison of the dead.

So now, the ability of the 'gatekeeper' should be weakened.

After adding a certain number of undead, that thing began to look for itself, and it would find Gabriel, probably because the adventurer had contact with him.

So it used the ability of "Rose Bishop" to hide in Gabriel's body, and then assisted the adventurer to escape from the dungeon.

Even though the dungeon was guarded by half-human and half-god powerhouses, that ancient evil possessed quite a few strange abilities, and it wasn't necessarily difficult to help Gabriel escape from the dungeon.

In the end, Gabriel bumped into itself, and it came out to settle accounts with itself.

Now it is hypnotized to suggest that it will not trouble me again in a short time, and I can lure it to the Commander's Mansion according to the idea at the time, and let it bite the dog with the half-human, half-god dog in the Commander's Mansion.

I myself took the opportunity to sneak into the prison and rescue Edward!

"Well, the general plan is like this, but there are still many details that need to be improved." Sifa stood up, and after deducing his next plan a few times, he left the house of the jailer Makian.

On the street, even though it was already night, there were still soldiers walking on the street.

The soldiers of Jedga did not have epaulets, and they used the color of the sweat scarf tied on the top of their heads to distinguish their official ranks and military ranks.

Those wearing white or gray turbans are the lowest-level soldiers. Some of them are even untrained militiamen. These people don't even know how to use rifles, so most of their weapons are swords.

Their superiors are captains wearing red turbans. The uniforms of these captains are obviously much more formal. Their military uniforms are not damaged and look clean.

The rifles they use are also relatively advanced automatic rifles. They have been trained and can speak Loen language fluently.

Their comprehensive qualities are not comparable to low-level soldiers.

In the small square with the statue of the commander in the center of the city, Boyle, wearing a red scarf, dropped his cigarette butt and stomped on it with his military boots. Several nearby soldiers cast envious glances at the captain's military boots, and then looked The inferior leather shoes under his feet, he sighed.

Boyle said in the native language of the island: "I'll go away and come back soon, you continue to watch here."

He walked into a small alley, ready to urinate. There are not so many public toilets on the island, so they just find a hidden corner to stop in order to solve their physical needs, and they are done in a while.

After a while of release, Boyle fastened his pants, and just as he turned around, he saw a Loenian face.

He was about to exclaim when he heard the man say in a soft tone: "Don't panic, have you forgotten that we are friends."

As Boyle's mood relaxed, his eyes gradually lost focus, and then he heard the Loen man say: "Friend, what should I call you."

"You can call me Boyle."

"Okay, Boyle."

"Are you familiar with the Commander's Palace? If you are not, then, if I want to know about the Commander's Palace, who should I go to? Do you have any suggestions?"

Boyle didn't resist, and said with blank eyes: "You can go to Chief Osmond, he is responsible for the security of the Commander's Mansion, and he has worked there for more than ten years."

"Then where should I find Osmond? Besides, what are his characteristics?"

"You can go to his house. If there is no special event, he will go home at night."

"Prefect Osmond is taller than any of us, and he's a bastard, I mean, he's got blood from somewhere else."

"His thick, blond hair was often left uncombed, which made him look like a lion."

"His left eye was injured once, and now he is completely blind. Although his eye is preserved, it looks gray."

Boyle described Osmond's appearance and characteristics in detail, and gave an address, and then he heard the Loen man say: "Very good, Boyle, you are a true friend."

"Now I need you to silently count dozens of times in your heart. After the silent counting is completed, you will forget what I just said and everything that happened."

"You can start counting silently."

Boyle nodded, counting silently in his head. After a moment, his eyes regained focus, he completely forgot what had just happened, and strode back to the square.

And all this fell into Xifa's eyes.

"Just in time"

"The time limit for 'stealing skills' is two hours, and I didn't waste this skill at all. Speaking of it, I have to thank Richard, without his demonstration, I don't know how to hypnotize."

Xifa turned around and left, and his figure disappeared into the alley.

Time passed gradually, and in a blink of an eye, it was already late at night.

Xifa stood by a window, and from here, he could see a brightly lit two-story building on the opposite side. It was Osmond's home, and here, Sifer could still see his bedroom.

At this time, in the bedroom, a tall man with light yellow hair and thick hair walked in. He turned off the lights, got into the warm bed, and after a while, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Xifa looked at the 'Midnight Dream' worn on his little finger, and said to himself: "It's time to work."