Chapter 227: Temple of London

The portal to the London Temple is easy to find. Although the building collapsed, the three portals still stand in place, like monuments in ruins.

The mages are busy rescuing the wounded and repairing the building, and they often just cast a hasty glance when they see them.

Standing in front of a row of portals, Su Ming observed for a moment. The Hong Kong Temple should be featured on the other side of the door. Incense burners and guqin all explained the problem. He had been to the New York Temple before, and now there are blood stains everywhere.

So the view across the door is completely unfamiliar, the London Temple.

The two passed through the golden ring of fire, and the ruins at their feet instantly turned into solid wood floors.

Graceful and luxurious, this is the first reflection of the London Temple.

The tall dome is made of marble, the gorgeous crystal chandelier makes the temple bright as day, and the calm but well-founded decorations fill the room, reflecting the strength of the old empire everywhere.

A mage with a long white beard was waiting for them. He looked a bit like Gandalf from "The Lord of the Rings". He was very old, with wrinkles and age spots on his face and hands, and was wearing a brown robe.

He should be a certain archmage, but in order to guard the London Temple, he did not participate in the battle of Taj Kama.

The three major temples need to be guarded at all times to prevent guys like Domam from taking advantage of it.

His attitude is very friendly, as if he is a long-time friend: "Welcome to the Holy of Holies in London. Unfortunately, the weather has not been so good recently and it is not suitable for sightseeing, but I can lend you an umbrella."

"Thank you." They were very polite, but Su Ming didn't have time: "You don't need sightseeing, we still have business affairs here."

As if the British war had nothing to do with him, the old mage just nodded calmly and led them to the gate. He waved his hand and two black umbrellas flew from nowhere. He smiled and handed the umbrellas to them.

"I got a letter from the Supreme Mage, I know your intentions, but I can't leave the sanctuary. I'm sorry, but I can only let you find it by yourself."

"It's okay, can you give me an address?"

"That's the residence of the magician, so you can't see it after giving the address." The old mage smiled and touched his beard, the wrinkles on his face were all squeezed into a ball: "But there is a better way than an address. You go out. Go left along the street, close your eyes and turn left when you smell the odor and hit the wall."

Smell...

Su Ming's expression is very strange. If any magic user can equate with the smell, it is mostly a shaman or witch doctor. They are more evasive than a magician. Can you really tell them?

But he didn't say much, just smiled and thanked the old mage, and then opened the door.

"Wow..."

"Om..."

"boom!"

He closed the door again.

It was typhoon weather outside. When the door was opened just now, the heavy rain made him soak in an instant. He also saw a tree flying past the door at high speed, smashing the wall next door.

This is the weather you said is not so good?

Su Ming looked at the old mage with dead fish eyes, always feeling that this guy was snickering in his heart, like a prank by putting a blackboard eraser on the play door.

No wonder Gu Yi left him in London to guard the temple, this guy is really uncomfortable on the battlefield.

"Ahem." The old mage strained his mouth vigorously, as if holding a smile: "Just remember to open an umbrella. There is a magic circle on the umbrella to protect you from wind and rain."

"I won't return the umbrella, goodbye."

Su Ming put on the helmet, opened the umbrella, and pulled Holaway into the terrifying wind and rain.

I can still hear the old mage's farewell vaguely: "I often come as a guest!"

It's impossible, the London Temple is completely unreliable, and it is impossible to come again until the resident mage is replaced.

The two of them walked in the rain curtain, and the effect of the umbrella was good. I don't know how to steal whose power. In short, on the street where the rain has become horizontally flying, the two of them did not feel any wind or rain.

But can you really smell such a strong wind?

The answer is-yes.

After walking a few hundred meters along the street, Su Ming keenly smelled a stench, even the strong wind outside the umbrella did not affect the smell.

This stench is as real as it is, like a sticky swamp, enveloping the two people on the street.

The specially modified helmet of the death knell can isolate the poison gas, but must retain the ability to detect the smell. This is for combat considerations. It is dozens of times more expensive than the general gas mask. At this point in Marvel, there is not enough technology to repair it. Or upgrade, but now Su Ming is considering whether to add a switch to this function?

"This is too stinky? The residents around are really miserable."

Living in a foul-smelling neighbourhood, there is still no place where the foul-smelling smell can be found... Compared with the place where Holloway works, the nursing home full of urine smells is a paradise on earth.

The doctor also clutched his nose and replied in a dull voice: "It's like... the smell of a zoo."

"Huh, it's here anyway." Su Ming sighed and looked at the cyan wall through the dense rain line: "Close your eyes and follow me."

The same feeling as when they had entered the New York Temple, the two passed through a magic shield.

A three-story building is like an independent wooden house sandwiched between the surrounding brick and tile buildings. There is no wind and rain in front of it, but correspondingly, the smell is stronger.

Before Su Ming knocked on the door, the door opened automatically, as if a puff of black smoke was pouring out, and Holloway's smell was so spicy that Holloway burst into tears.

"Ah! Which master is there? Would you please come out and speak?" Su Ming didn't dare to enter this house. It was the most effective anti-theft method. Wouldn't there be a cesspool under the carpet at the door?

Master, you will soon have your magical powers come out and speak...

As soon as the voice fell, a figure floated out of the room.

He was about thirty years old, dressed in a neat three-piece gentleman suit, a white vest, a white shirt, a black suit, and a black bowler hat on his head.

He carried a black wooden cane in his hand, with an elegant moustache, a handsome face with a smile, and his dark eyes with light.

"Welcome, welcome to the humble house." While he spoke enthusiastically, he tied his white bow tie with magic.

His whole person is very clean and refreshing, which is incompatible with the smell of this house.

Well, at least that way, you don't have to worry about infectious diseases when shaking hands...

"Come, please come in for a drink at the bar. The weather is bad today, isn't it?" The mage shook hands with the two of them, opened the door, and motioned them to come in and talk.

"Uh..... Is there any magic that can block the sense of smell?" Su Ming decided to say it straight~www.NovelMTL.com~ or else this house really can't enter.

The mage didn't have any embarrassment on his face. Instead, he smiled and admitted: "You reminded me that I have always maintained the breath holding magic. I learned it from the East... A little magic, very simple."

He raised the cane in his hand, let it float in the air, and then began to recite the mantra, perhaps to show that he was not malicious, the mantra was recited aloud.

But Su Ming and the doctor didn't understand magic, and probably only the magic floating cloak could understand. However, because of the trust in the introducer Gu Yi, Su Ming still took off the helmet so that magic could work on him.

Almost the next second, Su Ming and Holloway both lost their sense of smell.

I can't smell anything, the whole person is relaxed.

When I walked into the room, I found that the room was actually very clean and tidy. Although I could see that it was the place where the bachelor lived, it was just like an ordinary person, and I couldn't see any trace of magic.

So the doctor somewhat suspected that the mage had hidden hundreds of corpses under the floor, that was the source of the smell...

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