Chapter 82 The portal leading to nowhere (second update)

After collecting the materials, everyone began to study the next step.

Geralt scanned the room with his witcher senses and said to Lan: "My witcher senses tell me there is something wrong with this altar, but I don't know what the problem is. Maybe this is not the way to the laboratory.

Do we want to see a road?"

Lan had been patiently waiting for the two of them to squeeze out the remaining value of the gargoyle, and then he pointed at the altar and said, "Look at the shape of that altar, does it look like the feet of this gargoyle?"

Geralt was stunned. This was a direction he had never thought of. After all, the gargoyle's feet were not a magical material, and he had never thought that this thing could have any effect.

Who in their right mind would use the legs of a gargoyle as a mechanism?

He squatted down and tried to break off the gargoyle's feet. The gargoyle's feet, which had lost their magical connection, were easily removed.

Sure enough, there is an agency!

Geralt looked at Lan with a complicated expression and suddenly said: "I suddenly have a feeling that you are very familiar with this ruins. You prepared bombs in advance before setting off, and specially asked me to make moon dust and magic-blocking gold.

Bombs, the soldiers were instructed to become familiar with a variety of weapons; after entering this ruins, they became familiar with the mechanisms in some key places.

But it seems like this is your first time in this place, and a sense of strangeness and familiarity appear on you at the same time. This makes me feel very awkward."

Should I sigh that I am worthy of being a white wolf? What a keen insight.

"Lan, did your information channel explain this situation?"

Ace muttered: "Tell me, is it possible that...the Earl is wrong?"

Lann is also very familiar with this scene. After all, this is the decryption level that embarrassed him for a long time. Unfortunately, he cannot fully remember the complexity of this level. He only has a rough idea of ​​how to pass it in his mind:

Listening to Lann's story, the witcher's brows furrowed. How many times would it take to go through the portal?

As far as the eye could see, there was a brightly lit room in front of him.

"I have my own information channels, and it seems that the information I receive is of high quality. And wouldn't it be a little easier to explore the ruins?"

It would be nice to explore the ruins more easily. Geralt nodded and did not ask any further questions. He turned around and placed the gargoyle's feet on the altar.

After a brief feeling of dizziness, Lan opened his eyes.

Dickon Paul, Quinn Masson, Edson Jaafari... But there is only one person who does not have the target of this mission - Thomas Moreu.

There is an upward staircase on each side of the room, and there is another downward staircase when looking forward. Obviously, this room has more than one floor.

Everyone quickly dispersed, each chose a portal and entered one after another.

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House stood up and said, "I don't trust them. Only if I see it with my own eyes can I be sure there is nothing missing."

There was a sound of mechanical springs and friction of stones that I had heard many times today. The altar slowly lowered, and then a strong wind began to blow in the room.

Ace pointed to the soldiers busy under the moonlight: "Aren't there still them?"

Different from the golden-framed portals that the druid temporarily opened before, these portals emit a faint blue light, and the center is also pitch black.

After working for another half an hour, the moonlight became brighter and brighter as time went by, but their hearts gradually sank.

Lan took a deep breath, looked at the deep darkness emitting blue light in front of him, closed his eyes and plunged into it.

If you only observe from this side, it is impossible to perceive the situation on the other side of the portal.

He was surprised because what he saw was completely different from what he imagined.

The druid didn't have any bad feelings about these portals. Instead, he was full of amazement: "How much magic power is needed to maintain these. Professor Thomas Moreu is worthy of his reputation!"

Geralt looked embarrassed. He was dizzy. Just looking at these portals, he seemed to feel dizzy in his head:

The room is very large. There is a broken wooden table near Lann, with some experimental equipment that Lann can't understand. There is a human statue of a wizard standing against the wall, and there are several statues on the ground.

pieces, it seems that their owners don't care about them.

Everyone looked around and saw nearly ten portals suddenly appearing in front, back, left, and right, including the second floor of the hall.

There is a big tree in the center of the cemetery. I don’t know if it is due to the geographical location that makes it look particularly strong and tangled.

Ace couldn't stand his best friend's stubbornness, so he curled his lips and followed him.

"But there are many of us, so we can just try one by one - Geralt can rest for a while and it will be fine - everyone will choose different portals to enter. Whoever reaches the laboratory first will come back immediately to take others in, do you understand?

?”

This is... Thomas Moreu's laboratory, how easy was it to get in?

Lann was surprised. Theoretically speaking, shouldn't there be a portal on the second floor that connects here? Why did he get here directly?

Next, Lann was even more surprised, because he vaguely seemed to hear the roar of the black wind.

The lonely moon hung high in the sky, and the evening wind was biting. From time to time, one or two crows flew through the air, croaking and annoying.

Tombstones stand tall in the cemetery, with weeds growing scattered around them that cannot be removed no matter how much they are taken care of. The bouquets of flowers brought by family members during the day have long been crushed into petals, and the tributes have long been destroyed by small beasts and birds.

Birds share food.

Toussaint, capital Beauclair, night.

"yes!"

"The teleportation gate on the first floor connects to the second floor, and only one of the teleportation gates on the second floor can connect to our destination-Professor Moru's laboratory. The other teleportation gates will teleport people back to the first floor."

House rolled his eyes and shot back: "I think you are wrong for having this idea. There are still some things that have not been checked here. Let's get up and continue after a short break."

Lann shrugged. It can't be said that he visited this place in his previous life.

House and Ace were resting against a tree. They had just checked most of the tombstones in the cemetery and came here to take a break. The four soldiers dispersed to check the names on the remaining tombstones one by one.

All tombstones have been inspected.

"This is the city cemetery. If there isn't one here, it might be in the mass graves outside the city." Ace sighed, "Isn't that Thomas Moreu a warlock? A figure as noble as Consultant Mossack.

, can you still find a place to bury yourself?"

House shook his head: "I can't say for sure. Didn't the druids say they don't even have graves? They just 'return to nature'. It's normal for some warlocks to have weird tempers."

"You're not weird enough to ruin your own body like this, right?" Ace was indignant. "If you go to check the mass graves, it won't take a day or two."
Chapter completed!