Qin Nan is a dark green three-story building in the villa where Quak is dug. It is not surprising that more than a dozen rooms are. However, in the garden that is half an acre, the fragrance of flowers is filled with the competition, which adds a bit of interest to the entire villa.

The owner of this property was Little Anlton's grandfather, and it cost 500 Golden Horse Lang!

However, Little Annleton lives in the manor most of the time, so that this three-story building has been idle.

The two servants in charge of the ward, respectfully welcomed Qin Nan into the villa. Sitting on the chair in the hall and admiring the elegant living room, this was originally a very comfortable thing.

But Qin Nan was not in this mood at this moment, and he was a little impatient!

After arriving at the residence, Pris asked the two servants in the hospital, and the result was that the helper sent by Tsistin did not come here at all.

Such a strange thing is enough to show that the person who comes to ask for help is in danger.

The Thunder Temple in Quak's fallen dock controls Quak's extraordinary power, while Count Quak represents Quak's worldly power.

Now, whether it is the Thunder Church, which represents extraordinary power or the Earl Quinn, who represents secular power, they all treat Little Anlton with an ignorance, which has already shown the problem.

But at this time, Qin Nan felt that it was difficult for him to consult someone.

Although Pris is also a character in the manor, he is no longer able to participate in such a thing.

After killing the undead wizard Feili, Qin Nan thought he had broken the situation, but he did not expect that behind Feili, there was a more powerful undead wizard.

When I came to Quak's dock, I thought I could get help from the Thunder Church, but judging from the current performance of the Thunder Church, the undead wizard who was close to the demigod was probably not alone.

"I'll go back to the study, don't bother me if you're okay." Qin Nan ordered at Pris, and walked into the study on the second floor of the villa.

The study room is not big, and the decorations inside are not much different from those in Qin Nan's manor, except that there is no black stone here.

With a light wave of his palm, Qin Nan took out the magic mirror from his dimensional space. He looked at the magic mirror that was no different from the ordinary silver mirror and said in a deep voice: "Tell me about the attitude of the Thunder Temple toward the undead wizards all the time?"

"Great Master, you used this kind of thing to test me. It is so nice to me. I am grateful to you..."

Lines of colorful words appeared on the magic mirror again. Looking at these words, Qin Nan shook his head helplessly. He silently waited for the words on the screen to change three or four times before he looked over carefully.

It was written above: The Thunder Church has always targeted the undead wizards. In almost every book of the Thunder Church, there are contents to kill the undead wizards.

In the entire Holy Tianluo Empire, almost everyone knows that the Thunder Temple is the mortal enemy of the undead wizard.

Looking at these contents, an idea suddenly popped up in Qin Nan's mind. This idea was crazy, but Qin Nan felt that this seemed to be the only way to save him at this time!

Although doing this would be a certain risk to him, taking some risks is nothing compared to his own life.

Qin Nan, who had made up his mind, stroked his palm into the void, and he took out the quill. Although using a quill would cause sequelae, Qin Nan felt that he could tolerate the sequelae of prank.

Qin Nan, holding a quill pen, wrote on the paper: At 4:30 in the morning, the drunken printing shop owner slowly opened the door...

The Thunder Church in the dark night, the sings are lingering, majestic and dignified!

In a quiet room deep in the church, a middle-aged man with a majestic face and blue-eyed and silver hair was praying devoutly. He was wearing a black robe, and at the corners of the robe, there were symbols of thunder.

I don’t know how long it took, but the middle-aged man opened his eyes and snorted softly. A figure of bones that was ten feet tall appeared silently in front of him.

The white bone figure glanced at the middle-aged man with a fearful look, and then gently presented a letter in his hand.

The middle-aged man who received the letter opened it and glanced quickly, then said, "Tell Philro, he has not had much time left."

"The Lord of Harden-Soren's family has arrived at Quaker's pier. I don't want his affairs to attract too many people's attention."

The figure of white bone agreed and disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye. Looking at the departing messenger, the middle-aged man frowned.

Although he is an ally, he still doesn't like such messengers.

After a full quarter of an hour, the tall white bone figure appeared in the void again, and an exquisite parchment scroll appeared in the hands of the white bone figure.

This parchment roll is simple in style and looks a bit old. When it was presented to the middle-aged man, there were no words on the parchment roll. However, when the middle-aged man's eyes fell on the parchment roll, lines of words quickly appeared on the parchment roll.

"Your news is not accurate. There are extraordinary people in the Harden-Soren family."

Looking at the handwriting full of questioning, the middle-aged man with majestic body said coldly: "It's because you haven't done your job well, which has caused this situation in this way. Don't look for reasons for me."

As soon as he said that, a line of the same words appeared on the parchment.

The majestic man knew that his words would soon reach the eyes of the undead wizard holding a piece of parchment in the distance.

"Okay, Your Excellency Bishop, I don't think I have to argue about this matter. It's easy to kill him, a little Lord."

"There is no difference between him and he died yesterday and tomorrow."

After the line of words appeared, the anger on the middle-aged man's face also disappeared a lot. He looked at the parchment scroll and the lines of words were displayed again: "As far as I know, this is the last descendant of the family."

"After he dies, everything in the Lord will be extremely smooth."

"Everything is for the Lord!" A line of words was reflected on the parchment scroll again. With the reflection of the handwriting, the ancient parchment scroll was ignited silently, and in an instant, it turned into ashes.

And the messenger of the bone disappeared silently in the void.

Everything seems to have not happened, but in fact, everything that should have happened here has already happened.

When he opened the window door, the middle-aged man full of majesty suddenly felt a lot softer. He nodded gently to the priests and apprentices of Thunder who saluted him respectfully from afar, his expression full of affection.
Chapter completed!