Tribulation of Mysteries - Chapter 110

[Chapter 110 Lotus Eaters (800 each for additional updates)]

Woohoo!

The black and red steam train passed through a countryside, with snow-white smoke columns rising from the huge chimneys.

Inside the first-class carriage.

Aaron, Clark, and Bruce occupied a small room, sitting opposite each other, with a small tea table in front of them.

Once the outside box door is closed, the inside becomes its own space with a high degree of privacy.

“Even so…the slowness and vibration of this train are unavoidable.”

Aaron looked at the scenery outside the window and sighed in his heart.

After some consideration, he agreed to Clark’s request.

The history professor immediately took leave, and the three of them took a steam train together to prepare for the Tangjila Mountains.

At this time, train seats were divided into three categories: first class, second class, and third class. First class tickets were such small boxes, and second class tickets only had seats stacked in rows.

But overall, they are better than third-class seats.

Especially in the carriage behind the mine furnace, if the windows were not closed tightly, a large amount of coal ash would immediately float in. Many third-class passengers turned into black people after getting off the train.

Aaron put his cane aside and held the newspaper in his hand. He always felt that a female flight attendant pushing a trolley full of candy would pass by in the aisle outside the window at any time.

Clark closed the curtains and threw another silver charm.

A spiritual wall emerged, separating the inside and outside of the carriage.

“Okay, now we can talk about the destination.”

Clark coughed and stuffed tobacco into his pipe: “The ruins we are going to are an abandoned mountain village in the Tangjila Mountains. According to my inspection, It has a history of more than three hundred years and was once the birthplace of the Lotus Eaters organization. “

Lotus Eaters?” Aaron thought of the content in the “Dream Travels” inexplicably: “That seems to be the birthplace.” It’s a spiritual creature…”

“Yes, but later someone came into contact with them in a dream, so in reality there was a secret society that worshiped ghouls and believed in the ‘Broken Lord’…”

Clark sighed. : “It is precisely because of this that the secret organizations and esoteric cult groups are always unable to be eradicated, because the Bureau of Investigation cannot prevent people from dreaming… Even ordinary people who do not know the ‘Dream Key’ spell may be exposed to dreams while sleepwalking.”

“The ‘Lord of the Bones’ is the god in charge of February… It’s August, so there should be no problem.”

Aaron

sighed, but he was secretly alert.

It involves a secret organization and a Si Sui, and his divination may be misled!

‘Sure enough, you still can’t trust your divination ability too much…’

“Very good, it seems that your occult knowledge has grown again.” Clark nodded with satisfaction, and took the documents one by one from the briefcase at hand. He

took out the manuscript: “I have been investigating and searching for the birthplace of the ‘Lotus Eaters’ for a long time. The first breakthrough was when I obtained this letter in the infamous ‘Rainy Night Butcher’ case!”

He pointed to the top of the table. There was an old letterhead on his head, and he motioned for Aaron to open it.

Next to him, Bruce was exclaiming: “That murderer who was active a hundred years ago and liked to kill young girls on rainy nights? He caused a lot of sensation and panic back then…”

Aaron opened the letter and saw the yellowed paper. , slightly scrawled handwriting:

[Dear Master Tutor, I can’t wait to share with you that I have found another fresh lotus flower. It is so beautiful and swaying…]

[This reminds me of What you taught me on the Holy Mountain is how to select truly fresh lotus flowers, how to peel off their fresh petals and find the delicious and juicy lotus seeds…]

[I dream that one day I can return to the Holy Mountain, to Tangji. La, listen to your teachings…]

…

Looking at these large amounts of metaphorical words, Aaron, who knew what the followers of ‘Red’ were, couldn’t help but frown.

“Ahem… I found this from the relics of the ‘Rainy Night Butcher’ after he was sentenced to hanging two years ago. It was hidden by a mysterious method with the original writing… But as a ‘secret history scholar’, I have a pair of eyes that are good at discovering secrets…”

Clark Das coughed, and excitement appeared on his face: “Then, I have been tracking down the ancient stronghold of the Lotus Eaters organization, hiring many groups of archaeologists and extraordinary people to go deeper. Tangjila Mountain was finally found recently!”

“After the case that caused a sensation across the country, the Investigation Bureau carried out a brutal attack on the Lotus Eaters organization, forcing them to abandon their original ancient stronghold. According to subsequent batches, The Extraordinary said that it is safer there. Of course, there are no Extraordinary materials or secret transmissions…”

‘Hiding yourself in a big city and sending people to explore ancient ruins is indeed your style! Aaron cursed in his heart, and then said: “But, the ancient history contained in those ruins is still quite valuable?”

“That’s right.”

Clark Das nodded: “This is also to lay a good foundation for Bruce… …You don’t have to worry about the ordinary beasts in the Tangjila Mountains. What I worry about is that there may be ghosts and ghosts wandering in those places…and the extraordinary people of ‘Yao’ are always very good at purifying them.”

“Leave it to me .

Yeah.”

Aaron nodded.

…

More than two hours later, the three of them got off the steam train, hired a carriage, and arrived at the edge of the Tangjila Mountains.

“Let’s go!”

Clark Dass, who was dressed very smartly in a hunter’s uniform, walked into the jungle first.

Aaron looked at Bruce who was carrying a big hiking bag, shook his head, and followed behind with a walking stick.

Jiji!

Suddenly, several colorful birds fell from the tree crown in front.

They landed on Clark Dath’s shoulders, chirped, and took off into the sky.

“I’m sure, there is no danger in the road ahead.”

Clark Dass sounded like a capable wild survival master, his tone full of confidence.

“Communicating animal?”

Aaron looked at it for a few times and suddenly spoke.

“Yes!”

Clark said proudly: “This is the ability of a ‘Druid’. A ‘Druid’ can master both ‘Red’ and ‘Pupa’. I once held a ‘History Review’ in a Druid Holy Land. It’s a pity that my rank was too low at that time, and I only gained the ability of ‘Animal Affinity’ and ‘Beast Language’…”

“Historical review?” Bruce also asked curiously: “Teacher, what is that?”

“This is the core ability of our secret history scholars!” Clark glanced at Aaron: “But there are more people who know about it, and even if they know it, they can’t target it, so you can talk about it…”

He was obviously ready to proceed .

A teaching about the ‘secret’ path, and Aaron was not forbidden to attend.

(End of chapter)