Chapter 36: ongoing communication
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"The Fool" Klein leaned on the back of the stone high-back chair, his deep, strong voice echoed in the gray fog:
"Anything else?"
The Hanged Man hesitated, looked at Justice sitting opposite him, relaxed, and gave the opportunity to speak to this noble lady in Backlund. As for the Sun, he Didn't even look at it.
"Justice" quickly understood the body language of "The Hanged Man" with the ability of the "audience". Although it was a little uncomfortable, he still seized the opportunity and hurriedly asked the Fool:
"Dear Mr. Fool, if I also get time-sensitive information such as what Mr. Hanged Man said, can I also recite your name and act further under your watchful eyes."
Although I should have said that you should stay put, this kind of statement relieves my pressure, not like "The Hanged Man"... Klein felt a little relieved in his heart, nodded invisibly, and said in his voice. Through the thick gray fog:
"Can."
Immediately, Klein seemed to remember something, turned his head to look at the "sun" who had been excluded from the topic, raised his chin slightly, and said in a soothing tone:
"The same is true for you. The Land Abandoned by God also buries many secrets. You can focus on searching for information related to the ancient gods, as well as the one you believe in."
"Yes, the great Mr. Fool." The "Sun" who had been silent all along lowered his head humbly.
A land abandoned by God? The Hanged Man, who was listening on the sidelines, glanced at the young man beside him with a little surprise. He couldn't calm down, and his brain almost shut down. He seemed to judge some information related to "The Fool".
Could it be that Mr. Fool became a **** in the fourth era? No, after the cataclysm, the Land Abandoned by God disappeared in the sight of the world, and Mr. Fool is difficult to find traces in the outside world. It may be because he was the **** before the cataclysm, and he only recovered recently, and let "Sun" investigate the ancient The information about gods is to determine the status of the ancient gods at the same time?
Audrey, who was sitting near the Fool, was also a little dazed by the news, but due to her own limitations, she didn't even know what to ask, so she could only keep silent.
Seeing that everyone had returned to calm, Alger once again took courage, and said to Mr. Fool: "Mr. Fool, I'm about to get a batch of Roselle's diaries, which I can present at the next gathering, or at the next gathering. to you."
This is the opportunity he got in Backlund's "Holy Wind Cathedral". This used to be the headquarters of the Church of the Storms, and it was the holy place before the headquarters of Pasu Island was built. Roselle's diary belongs to the less important part, and it is exactly the limit that Alger, a marginalized "captain", can reach.
This is the only good news you brought me today... Klein resisted the urge to sigh, and with difficulty added a little joy to his tone, and nodded lightly:
"it is good."
Then, in order to avoid more accidents, he immediately said;
"You can communicate freely."
The majestic palace above the gray fog was quiet for a second or two, as if waiting for the dignified atmosphere to dissipate just now, until the naturally optimistic Audrey the "Justice" spoke up and became active again.
"I need the pituitary gland of the colorful lizard dragon, um, complete."
One of the main materials of "Mind Reader"?
Isn't the speed of "digesting" the potion slow... The Hanged Man, who has a wealth of knowledge of mysticism, secretly wrote down this information. After thinking for a few seconds, he decided to see the reaction of "The Sun" first.
Sure enough, under the expectations of "The Hanged Man", "The Sun" once again exposed its own resources.
"Is it a vassal of the mind dragon?"
"I remember that it was said in the textbook that this kind of creature is generally kept near the nest by the mind dragon and used as a livestock, but it is difficult for me to obtain this material recently, unless I participate in the corresponding exploration activities." Derrick "The Sun" according to He answered his own actual situation.
Textbooks? "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" together raised surprising questions in their minds.
"There is actually such a textbook. If I can get access to it, it will probably become my favorite course, not like in the past, although it is also a biology course introducing various animals, I am just curious. After asking Mr. Walpole once or twice, he lost interest. Although the textbook in Mr. Sun's mouth is also a prop for teaching knowledge, it is much more interesting than biology, which is full of various medical names!" Audrey said in He couldn't help recalling a similar experience in his heart, and sincerely expressed his envy for Derrick the "Sun".
Although "The Hanged Man" was also touched by this news, he paid more attention to practical interests. He didn't sigh too much, but turned his head and said gently the draft he just made:
"I have clues about the colorful lizard dragon here, the coordinates of a primitive island with a large number of primitive creatures."
"Really!" Audrey didn't expect to get a response so soon. After all, according to the information she found, many extraordinary creatures were already on the verge of extinction.
She even seriously thought about it, what would happen if all the extraordinary creatures went extinct one day, would the extraordinary people disappear?
"The Hanged Man" saw that he had completely provoked the interest of this economically powerful young lady, so he spoke out the draft of the second half of his life without hesitation:
"I sail and sail all the year round. Because of the underdeveloped navigation technology, there are still traces of some extraordinary creatures left on many uninhabited small islands. For example, the violent sea is difficult to navigate normally, and there are many hidden dangers. the misty sea."
"Hehe, under such circumstances, going to a primitive island rich in species means danger in itself."
When Audrey heard the words of "The Hanged Man", she did not promise anything impulsively, but calmly thought for a few seconds and asked:
"Is there any other material that can replace the body parts of extraordinary creatures? After all, you also said that some extraordinary creatures are on the verge of extinction. Will this not affect the existence of extraordinary people?"
"The Hanged Man" was a little surprised by the question of "justice", then shook his head again, stunned for a second or two, and slowly let out a breath, "I don't recommend you use another method to make potions, this There will be some risk."
Little "Sun", whose brain was almost stopped by words such as "Rage Sea", "Mist Sea", "Navigation" and so on, suddenly came to his senses and said with a little hesitation:
"Are you referring to the pollution left over from the mind?"
The Hanged Man glanced at him unsurprisingly. After all, it is impossible for a city-state in a "land abandoned by the gods" to not know similar knowledge. He changed the topic without abruptly, preparing to achieve his goal at the same time. , to lure the "Sun" to tell some information about the "Land Abandoned by God".
"So we generally rely on the materials of extraordinary creatures for promotion. Miss Justice can pay me the corresponding gold list. If I have the opportunity to obtain this material, or you can exchange information about the 'substitute material' first?"
"No, I can wait a moment." Audrey puffed her cheeks and decided not to let herself fall into the trap of "The Hanged Man". Anyway, for her, it is safest to buy with gold pounds The way.
Just when Mr. Fool was disappointed that Miss Justice did not ask for information that he was also interested in, "The Hanged Man", who had been holding the communication link in his hands, suddenly changed the subject and focused on what he had been neglecting before. On the "sun".
"Can I ask, do you still believe in gods?"
"If so, which god?
Derrick the "Sun" straightened up suddenly, his tone became serious, and said solemnly:
"We have been believing in the great creator since we were blessed by him, and have been so for thousands of years."
Great Creator! Alger couldn't help but take a breath. He was about to ask, but he heard the calm voice of Mr. Fool sitting at the head of the long bronze table:
"Are you still keeping the habit of offering sacrifices to that omniscient and almighty God?"
A great being enough to be "all-knowing and omnipotent" by Mr. Fool... Alger shut his mouth wisely, concentrated his mind, and prepared to take down all the important information that might appear.
The Sun heard Mr. Fool's question, and his tone couldn't help but become proud:
"We have always maintained our devout faith in the Lord. Every time the 'black-faced grass' is harvested, we will hold a grand sacrifice ceremony to thank the Lord for his last gift."
"You also said 'final'." Klein deliberately chuckled and asked, "Even if He has abandoned you now?"
The "Sun" seemed to be hammered by someone, and his tone became less firm, but he still insisted:
"But under the protection of the Lord, we are freed from the rule of the giant royal court and from the shackles imposed by the giant king Olmir. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com allows us to inherit our own, human civilization. "
"Then you can describe the process of your sacrifice in detail." Klein leaned back more leisurely and half closed his eyes.
Just now, even if he heard "The Hanged Man" about the words "Olmir" and "Royal Court of Giants", he did not lose his temper. Somewhat in a trance, the mood fluctuated to the peak for a while.
Mister Fool wouldn't want to use this to spread his influence across two "worlds"... After all, from the point of view of mysticism, "Land Forsaken by God" and the outside world are enough to be called two worlds. in a sense.
Under Derrick's detailed introduction, Klein gradually gained a general understanding of the sacrificial ceremony. Of course, he still needed to ask Mr. Ards and Ms. Daly before trying it on his own.
After "Sun" finished speaking, Klein resisted the urge to rub his forehead and quickly ended this Tarot Club.
When three red lights flashed, the boundless gray fog returned to a peaceful state. Klein took a deep look at the crimson stars that had been hanging overhead, feeling the connection between himself and the gray fog, and quickly used his spirituality. Wrapping himself up, he returned to reality, leaving only the majestic palace and the long bronze table covered by him still standing here.
Silently, at the top of the long bronze table, a blurred crimson figure suddenly appeared. His fingers tapped on the mottled table top of the long bronze table, and he sighed softly:
"Edmund is too reckless, this will only deepen his misunderstanding..."
"Now is not the time to meet, I can only explain it myself after that..."
That figure has always existed there, as if it had always been like this.
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Backlund, at No. 66 Dalton Street, North District.
Forsi, who was sitting on the easy chair, had her upper body upright, her eyes looking straight ahead, her hands folded on her knees, and she couldn't see her usual lazy style at all.
On the other high-back chair beside her, Xio with short rough hair was also sitting upright. Against the backdrop of the huge high-back chair, her already petite body looked extra miniature, her legs dangling in mid-air and unable to touch the ground.
Looking closely, these two Beyonders with enough experience to be called rich are trembling at the moment, whether they are the cynical "apprentice" or the "arbiter" of Megatron's side, they all seem to be treated strangely at the moment The influence, as if he had lost his ability to act, was firmly bound in place.
"Why are you so nervous? Now you can explain the origin of that 'bracelet' to me." Ambrosius, who was wearing a white robe with gold rims, casually picked up the coffee cup on the table and took a sip.
Forsi on the easy chair, like a lamb named by the **** of death, shuddered suddenly, and the corner of his mouth twisted into a slightly flattering, but very stiff, flattering smile, which was really ugly.
Her right hand trembled, and she slowly and accidentally shook herself onto her forehead. A strand of brown curly hair that blocked her vision was pulled back behind her ear, and she answered in great detail:
"Dear Mr. Roman, this is a gift I received from one of my former patients. She was a lonely old lady. In order to repay my kindness for taking care of her at that time, she put the 'apprentice' Both the potion and the recipe were left to me, along with this peculiar bracelet that would help me travel through the spirit world.
Fors looked at Roman Ambrosius, who was sipping coffee, with calm eyes, swallowed the saliva in his mouth, and then added:
"This bracelet has a very fatal negative effect. After using it to travel through the spiritual world, you will hear terrifying ravings during the blood moon!"
Xio, who had been silent for a while, suddenly turned his head, and his serious fear was replaced by a strong doubt, which was also mixed with some pressing questions.
Fors felt the gaze from her friend, and the corners of her mouth pursed a few times, but under the silent gaze of Ambrosius, she gave up the action, and raised her white neck slightly, lightly raised, Like a warrior on the verge of death.
"Hey..." Ambrosius sighed softly, put down the coffee cup he had been holding in his hand, and said in a calm tone, "I probably know what's going on, that bracelet is on the bracelet. There is some hidden pollution attached, I can give you a way to get rid of it. Of course, the price of this is that you will no longer be an Extraordinary, lacking the direction of the 'apprentice' characteristic, the ravings that appeared during the blood moon will also be don't bother you anymore."
pollute? Fors's heart trembled, just about to ask, but he obeyed his heart and closed his mouth.
Ambrosius' dark blue eyes are deep and pure, like a compressed starry sky. He calmly stared at the two ladies who were holding a lot of questions in front of him, and asked a question that he was most concerned about:
"Why did you react so much when I asked about the source of the bracelet?"
Why do we have such a big reaction! Xio and Forsi, who had been occupied by all kinds of confusion, suddenly turned their heads to look at each other, and found that their friends were just like themselves, shocked and aggrieved.
"If it wasn't for you suddenly appearing near us and asking me about the origin of the magical item on me, how could I have such a big reaction! And you also used some unknown means, when I was about to use the last few stones, ready to escape It directly destroyed the 'travel' and made Xio and I fall to the ground at once! If it weren't for this, we wouldn't be so afraid!" Fors "roared" wantonly in his heart, but his face could only She put on a "calm smile" and looked at her friend with great confidence. She was afraid that she couldn't help telling the truth in her heart, so she could only hope for Xiu, who was more experienced in this area.
Xio felt the gaze from Fors, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but after being silent for two seconds, he corrected his attitude and said in a deep voice to the "self-proclaimed" Mr. Roman.
"Before we met you, we just got rid of the big pirate Qilingus' pursuit. We haven't adjusted our emotions yet. We mistook you for his accomplice, so we had an overly violent reaction. Please forgive me."
Sitting in a natural posture, the slightly lazy Roman Ambrosius froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, and replied with a chuckle:
"This is indeed a reasonable explanation."
Forsi, who had been blocked all the time, looked at this person, except for monitoring them to send letters to Miss Audrey, and then taking them directly into a house, Mr. Roman, who did nothing in the end, looked at the other party as being kinder. , as well as his charming and exotic face, he dared to ask:
"You just said that the ravings I heard during the Blood Moon have a chance to be completely cured?"
Following Forsi's question, Xio also turned his head and looked forward to the gentleman's answer.
"That's right, as long as you give up your status as a Beyonder and expel the characteristics of an 'apprentice' from your body, you can solve this problem." Ambrosius rubbed his chin with his right hand, his voice soft and magnetic, "The essence of this pollution is It is a 'propaganda' to a specific group, it is a kind of message transmission, but the high personality distorts his original intention."
He... Forsi, who was expecting to solve his own problems, suddenly felt half cold. Instead, Xio, who had been on the sidelines, seized the opportunity and quickly asked:
"Is there only one method of expelling characteristics?"
For a natural half-arbiter, she is very clear that even if there is no potion, she may suffer some unavoidable dangers just by being affected by the potion residue.
Ambrosius raised his eyebrows, glanced at Xio in surprise, and added patiently:
"There are indeed other methods, the simplest of which are two, to become a Sequence Four 'mystery mage', which is the demigod in your mouth, relying on one's own personality to resist this kind of invasion, or seek the help of a **** , let him help you shield the corresponding pollution."
Which of these is much more difficult than excluding characteristics... Forsi secretly sighed, looking at Ambrosius, who had a good attitude from beginning to end, and carefully asked what he cared about most. The problem:
"Mr. Roman, if I want to expel my own characteristics, what method should I use?"
"It's relatively easy. Find the saints of the 'sun' pathway or the corresponding sealed objects. They can purify the characteristics of your body and expel it." Ambrosius replied casually.
I shouldn't have asked this kind of question... Forsi suddenly gave up her desire to ask and leaned back, quite a sign of returning to her usual laziness.
Instead, Xio scratched his messy, stubborn short hair impatiently, and asked without giving up:
"Is there no other way?"
With an exotic look on his face and a soft face, Ambrosius did not answer the question directly, but leaned against the back of the chair naturally, his head was slightly lowered, and after thinking for a while, he raised his hand and made a random gesture. Divination.
A dazzling starlight emerged from the void on the long log-colored table. He had previously placed it in the coffee cup on the table, and the brown liquid had escaped the shackles of gravity strangely, blended with the starlight in mid-air, and condensed. It became a line of ancient Feysac language that seemed to be mixed with the "language of the dead".
He carefully read the text spelled out by coffee and starlight, his slender eyebrows gradually raised, and his brows were slightly frowned, watching Xiu and Forsi very nervous, for fear that the other party would suddenly disadvantage them.
After all, for such a powerful and mysterious existence, there is no reason for them to do what they do. It may just change their decision because of a change in their mood, and this is undoubtedly an unbearable disaster for the two Sequence Nines.
Ambrosius finally stopped being silent, but returned to his previous plain and easy-going appearance. With a flick of his hand, the strange words floating in the air disintegrated, the starlight quickly faded, and the brown coffee followed. Following the previous trajectory, it flowed back into the white cup without any ripples.
He picked up a newspaper by the table, and lightly pressed his right index finger on it. A charred trace quickly spread across the light gray newspaper, forming lines of words that were not easy to read.
With a tear, the edge of the corner of the newspaper with the text on it automatically cracked, forming a regular rectangle. Under the pressure of Ambrosius' slender, white and well-boned right index finger, he moved in front of Hugh and Fors.
His voice is still calm, and there is hardly a trace of ups and downs in his tone:
"What I just said are relatively simple and easy to complete methods. Of course, you have more choices, but you need to explore them yourself. Destiny is a very mysterious thing. Sometimes, only Only the judgment you make will be truly imprinted on your own trajectory, others can only guide and advise, and the decision-making power is only in your own hands, whether voluntary or forced."
"There are some emergency measures written on this piece of paper. If the next blood moon, or the next time, you can't stand the torture of the raving, then you can do according to what is written on it, it will help You briefly avoided the outcome of mutating into a monster."
Forsi looked at Xio's equally blank face, and hesitantly took over the paper with neat edges, even the rough edges were hard to find. Instead of checking it immediately, he carefully held it in his hand.
Looking at her performance, Ambrosius nodded indifferently, then as if remembering something, he tapped on the table top of the long log table and added:
"Regarding Qilingus, it's still very dangerous for you. You have to grasp the depth."
After he finished speaking, He looked at the two young ladies who seemed to be frozen in place, and said with a chuckle:
"You two, are you planning to stay with me and have dinner together?"
Of course not... Xio reacted quickly, took Fors's hand, quickly gave Roman Ambrosius a standard court ceremony, and then dragged his friend, quickly He walked out of this unlit house, and with the blessing of the Beyonder's good physical strength, he ran all the way to the edge of the North District before stopping.
Forsi finally returned to God, wiped the sweat scattered on his forehead with the back of his free hand, and pulled all the brown curly hair stuck to his face back behind his ears, before panting and asking:
"Why are you running so fast? If that person wants to be detrimental to us, we can't leave that house at all."
In relatively good condition, Xiu suppressed the few blond hair standing on top of his head, calmed his breath, and responded to his friend:
"What level do you think that person has reached?"
"Demigod?" Forsi was stunned for a moment, and then a familiar but very unfamiliar word popped out from her end, "You mean, the demigod who is probably the 'apprentice' pathway, he called interrupted my 'trip'..."
Xio looked around vigilantly and raised her hand to stop a hired carriage.
"I don't know the specific way, but he is definitely a Beyonder above a demigod."
As a carriage slowly stopped beside them, Xio dragged Fors onto the carriage and instructed the driver to drive towards the edge of the East District.
"Did you look at the piece of paper he gave you?"
Forsi was sluggish for a second or two, and suddenly opened his right hand, which he had been holding tightly, in a panic, and was surprised to find that the corner of a newspaper that was held in it was not damaged, and the words were still not very clear.
She and Xio looked at each other, alertly pointed the piece of paper at the light source, and carefully identified the words on it.
"The beloved of the spiritual world and time and space."
"A reborn phoenix."
"The devout pursuer in the afterglow of old days."
"The great Roman Ambrosius."
In the carriage where the noise outside the carriage could be vaguely heard, Xio and Fors lost their ability to speak for a while. Like two sculptures, they maintained the movement of holding a piece of paper in the constantly bumpy carriage, with their mouths slightly open.
Boom!
The fast-moving carriage drove through a slightly undulating road, and the loud muffled sound woke up the two ladies who seemed to be devoured by the paper in their hands~www.mtlnovel.com~ helped them regain their chaotic thoughts. .
"Is this an honorable name?" Forsi, who had browsed similar content in "Spiritual World", said in a dry voice.
Xio, who lacked similar experience and knowledge, nodded mechanically, then glanced at his friend beside him.
"I won't pronounce the honorable name on it!" Forsi, who was watched by his friends, hurriedly explained.
Xio gave Fors a deep look, her body was suddenly deflated, and she shook her head lowly:
"I want to say that if you really hear that terrible babble next time, maybe you can really try it. After all, that Mr. Roman doesn't look like a bad person."
"You never told me before, such a dangerous thing..."
Forsi, who was holding the paper, suddenly felt a little sore in her nose, and then she turned her head away and looked out the window.
"I will try."
Looking at the workers hurrying past the window, she judged that she had reached the edge of the East District, and whispered in her voice:
"What's the use of telling you, it will only make you worry..."
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In the empty room, Ambrosius drank the rest of the coffee by himself.
On the stairs, a timid little boy walked down the stairs softly and glanced at his robe through the railing.
"It's not a good habit to enter other people's homes casually."
Ambrosius put down the white coffee cup in his hand, smiled gently, and then his figure faded and disappeared, leaving only the empty cup, which was placed alone on the long table.
Outside the door, a postman was dropping letters, and the name tag on the mailbox was clearly visible.
Auceptin's house.
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Klein returned to reality. He was still sitting upright at the desk in his room, the same posture he maintained when he climbed into the gray fog at 2:50.
He didn't immediately practice what he wanted to try from a long time ago, the ritual of summoning himself - this is essentially a further use of the gray fog personality.
Because he is still unable to determine the final direction of this ceremony, if this ceremony finally points to the mysterious "God of Mysteries", then what is the final summoned thing, even he himself can't be sure.
I need to ask Mr. Ards about summoning-related knowledge, and try to eliminate possible hidden dangers... Klein made a quick decision in his mind, ready to take out a pen and paper.
"Maybe I can include something about Qilingus..." Klein, who was muttering to himself while spreading the letter, suddenly froze, his brown pupils slightly dilated.
He suddenly remembered something that he had forgotten, the letter sent by Ms. Daly that he received on the carriage that night.
"That's a letter about the details of the review process for the members of the Nighthawks who know the 'acting method'. It's a letter about the specific process of swearing to the goddess." Klein slowly said what he suddenly remembered. The content of the letter was a little dazed for a while.
How could I forget such an important thing?
He sat in the chair and carefully recalled his own experience that day, as well as all the possible abnormal places.
First, I was attacked by Dust when I was connecting with Dust, and then I went to the lunatic asylum with the captain to determine the status of Hood Eugen. As a result, I happened to bump into his reverse scale and directly suffered damage from the pollution of the true creator. In the end I got that letter from Ms. Daly on the carriage to the police station.
Is it because my fatigue has accumulated to a certain extent, so I forgot this letter, which may contain a lot of information, in my unconscious mind? With the gradually clear memory in his mind, Klein touched the forgotten letter from the inside of the coat that he had not yet repaired.
He carefully checked the surface of the envelope and found that there were no suspicious marks, then carefully picked up the letter opener by the table and cut through the dark red paint.
There was only a reply letter written on standard letter paper in the envelope. Klein quickly opened it and read it immediately.
"I'm glad to hear your promotion and thank you for your noble act of sharing your 'playing' with your teammates, which will help Tingen's friends to avoid old Neil as much as possible ending."
In the letter, Daly changed her previous style, and her language was no longer too open, but rather conservative, just like a real thank you letter.
After a while of chatting, Daly also seemed to gradually break the conservativeness brought about by the serious form of letters, and began to share with Klein some details of her oath to the goddess.
"The senior deacon who was in charge of the review of my 'special application' at that time was Krestai Cesima, a senior 'nightmare', although he had not yet entered the realm of a demigod, he received a With the recognition of the holy relic, he also became a senior deacon in charge of the 'Red Gloves'."
"Actually, from a personal point of view, I think this is also related to him being stronger than most of the 'nightmare'. After all, he is very decisive and sharp enough. Once he notices it, he will not let go, unlike his colleagues who are caught by dreams. Sleepy, procrastinating to do anything, not even daring to go up with safety measures."
This is the familiar Ms. Daly... Klein pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth and moved his gaze downward.
"As for the details of my oath to the goddess, in fact, there is no special experience worth explaining. I just followed Crestai's instructions and put my hand on the sacred object he held, and then recited it as usual. The honorable name of the goddess, under the gaze of the sacred object, declares that she will not reveal the 'playing method' to the uninformed, that's all."
Relic... The corners of Klein's raised mouth were quickly smoothed out, his brows were tightly wrinkled together, and even a few traces were squeezed out of the skin near his eyes.
Why did I 'swear' in a ceremony controlled by Ms. Amani, a demigod? No, thinking about it carefully, I didn't actually make any vows at all. Instead, I saw the divine kingdom of the goddess.
Klein's hands couldn't stop straining, and even left irreversible traces on the letter paper. His brain was spinning rapidly, thinking about the reason why he received such a "ceremony".
"Gray fog? No, if the church really perceives that I have come into contact with an 'item' comparable to the realm of the gods, then the biggest possibility is to deal with me, or put me in the Chanis Gate."
"Traveler, this is even more impossible. It belongs to the secret deep in my heart, and I happen to be able to stay awake in my dreams, so I can be sure that no one has read my memory."
"But apart from this, there are only Antigonus's notes left? I had a brief contact with it. Is the church suspecting that there is still a contamination from him lurking in my body?"
"But why is it so important? I was just a little Sequence Nine..."
Klein relaxed his hands, and the almost torn letter paper fell from the air in a swirl and fell on the table, covering it in a mess.
"Perhaps, maybe it's because of the church's attention to the path of 'divine', a 'divine' that has been contaminated. This is the real reason why the church used a special method to censor me." Klein raised his head slightly. muttered to himself.
In any case, he should have entered the sight of the goddess now, which is both a good and a bad thing for him.
The good thing is that under the protection of the goddess, he may be able to avoid the influence of the "God of Mystery" on himself to a certain extent, and more should be the possible intrusion from the angel of the "God of Mystery".
The disadvantage is also obvious, that is, everything he has done now has entered the monitoring of the goddess, and even the connection between himself and the gray fog has been exposed, but he has not been locked in the Chanis Gate, whether it is also Can it prove the attitude of the goddess, connivance, acquiescence?
"But the church doesn't seem to know about this, and even Ms. Amani, who is in charge of the ceremony, doesn't seem to know about the existence of the gray fog." Klein rubbed his forehead slowly, and fell into the deep sea again. In another strange circle of thinking, "The goddess and the church are not the same?"
For a "modern man" with a 21st century experience, this is not difficult to understand, after all, in the history he has experienced and understood, it is also normal for the supreme ruler and the lower executive agencies to have different attitudes in some hidden aspects. .
Klein pursed his lips, patted his cheek sharply, and his distorted brows eased slightly.
"Forget it, I'm just a little 'clown' now, a Sequence Eight who can't be weaker. I think these things are of no use. It's better to do the things in front of you first and improve your strength first."
He tried to convince himself to "forget" his troubles, rubbed his fingers, ignited a spiritual flame, burned the letter sent to him by Ms. Daly, and took out a brand new set of stationery and envelopes.
He is going to write a letter to Mr. Azik first, asking about sacrifices, gifts, and expected knowledge about summoning. By the way, he will add some information about Qilingus to see if he can arouse the interest of the "big guy". .
He checked the state of the spiritual wall, and after confirming that it could still block prying eyes from the outside world, he returned to the desk and slowly wrote the word "Dear Sir".
Seeing this look up, Klein considered for a few more minutes. After calming down his emotions and sorting out the thoughts in his mind, he wrote:
"...Unfortunately, the mastermind behind the scenes has not taken any further actions, and I can't get more clues."
"The reason why I contacted you rashly this time is mainly to ask you about the 'sacrifice ceremony' related knowledge. This is a problem I encountered in my latest mission, because the internal information of the Nighthawks has certain access restrictions. , so I had to look for relevant knowledge from other sources..."
Klein paused and recalled the process of the "Sacrificial Ceremony" described by "The Sun" at the Tarot Conference just now. He decided not to say more, and could only hope that Mr. Azik had already recalled it. Relevant knowledge is enough to complete the details of "sun" that may be mentioned.
After writing the content about "sacrifice", Klein slowly exhaled, and tried his best to lead the topic to the content related to the summoning ceremony. Of course, he would not directly say "I want to summon myself", for fear that this would scare me. When it came to Mr. Azik, the "pot" could only be thrown at an unknown cult.
"Actually, during the recent mission, I came into contact with some knowledge related to summoning, but it is difficult for me to judge whether this knowledge is correct and whether it contains hidden pollution. The following is the knowledge about 'summoning' I got... .."
Klein carefully copied everything he knew about the "Summoning Ritual" into the letter he wrote to Mr. Azik.
After he wrote the last relevant character, he thought for a while, and mentioned the information about Lieutenant Hurricane Qilingus to Mr. Azik as a reminder.
He did not directly ask his teacher to help kill Qilingus, but he mentioned it casually, just to make the other party be careful, and only mentioned the description of its danger at the end.
"Qilingus' strength mainly relies on a Sealed Artifact called 'Wriggling Hunger', which is a terrifying Sealed Artifact corresponding to the 'Shepherd' sequence ability, which can devour other people's souls and use their Ability, although according to what the intelligence shows, the souls that Qilingus can drive are limited, but the exact number cannot be determined."
"And according to further information, there is an extremely mysterious organization lurking behind Qilingus. He is pursuing an item corresponding to the 'High Sequence', which may be beneficial to the recovery of your memory."
This is called a white lie... Klein took a long sigh of relief, and then carefully read the letter he wrote. After confirming that it was correct, he put it in the envelope and carefully sealed it with wax oil from the melted candle.
He didn't use the varnish that could be traced to the source, but just smeared it roughly. Anyway, Mr. Azik only has one copper whistle, so there is no problem of figuring out the sender of the letter.
He pulled out the chair, held the envelope in his hand, walked to the middle of the room, took out the cold, soft copper whistle from his pocket, put it at the corner of his mouth, and blew it abruptly.
In silence, a gloomy cold quickly occupied Klein's bedroom, and phantom bones glowing with hazy light poured out from the brown floor like a fountain, rising higher and higher.
Oops, I forgot the size of Mr. Azik's messenger... Klein's heart tensed, and then he worried about the safety of his room.
I saw those bones quickly gathered into an illusory and huge monster. He lowered his body and bent his back. Pale flames burned in his huge eye sockets, staring straight at the letter in Klein's hand.
Klein twitched the corners of his mouth, tentatively raised his right hand holding the letter, and handed it to the terrifying monster in front of him.
The white-boned monster withdrew slightly, raised its drooping arm slowly, and swept away the letter in Klein's hand with a sweep of its huge palm.
Looking at his actions, Klein also wanted to take two steps back. Without hesitation, he picked up the copper whistle again and blew it.
Woo!
Accompanied by the cold overcast wind, the huge monster disintegrated, turned into white bones, fell back to the brown floor, and quickly disappeared.
After doing all this, Klein finally let go of his hanging heart, and with his last spirit, lifted the spiritual wall that blocked his room.
With the collapse of the entire invisible wall, the rare warm wind from outside the window blew into Klein's bedroom, dispelling the gloomy cold that had swept the entire room just now. UU reading www.uukanshu.com
With a staggering pace, he fell to his bed, and fell asleep silently under the embrace of the soft quilt.
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With the sound of steel colliding, Derrick walked to the edge of the training ground alone, unplugged the water bag, and filled up the lost water with a big mouthful.
In the commotion, Dak Riggins, who originally belonged to the same "general education class" as Derrick, found his classmate who looked very lonely. past.
"Hey, what are you doing, stay alone." Like most of the residents of Silver City, Dak Riggins, who is over 1.9 meters tall in the 'Warrior' pathway, sat next to Derrick with a smile on his face. asked.
Derrick wiped the sweat from his hands and replied straightforwardly:
"There aren't many friends here."
A mixed expression of surprise and sympathy suddenly appeared on Dak's face. He wanted to pat the other person's shoulder, but he remembered that Derrick had just lost his parents and could only sit in the corner of the training ground in silence.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he took out a piece of pottery from his pocket, patted Derrick's knee, and handed it to the other person.
"Look at this!"
Derrick took the pottery slice handed over by the classmate and saw the brightly colored patterns of three giant dragons on it.
"What is this?" Derrick asked his question without thinking.
Seeing that he had aroused Derrick's interest, Dak smiled mysteriously:
"Bought from the underground market, hey, a small object found in the ruins of a city-state, I heard from the boss who sold it to me, this is the real antiquities of the dragon civilization!"
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"Dragon?" Derrick called out without restraining his surprise.
Duck looked around in panic, and hurriedly covered Derrick's mouth.
"Don't shout it out! Be careful not to be heard."
Derrick was covering his mouth with his huge palm, so he could only shake his head laboriously, humming to signal that he would not shout out loud again.
Duck looked around again, then let go of Derrick's hand, and quickly took back the pottery in his hand.
"Why are you so nervous?" Derrick looked at Duck's movements, looked around, and lowered his voice.
Duck was silent for a second or two, looked at Derrick very seriously, and said:
"Actually, Joynov in the east of the city was not polluted by monsters recently. He and I explored the city-state with traces of dragon civilization together last time."
"Then what?" Derrick praised him competently.
Dak leaned back, his whole body leaned back a little, and his body started shaking involuntarily.
"Then, then he took away the intact clay pot that looked more expensive, with a series of honorable names written in Elvish on it."
"Elven language?" Derrick almost called out again.
How could Elvish language appear in a city-state related to giant dragons?
They are mortal enemies!
Duck shuddered all over, as if he had escaped from the strange state just now, bit his lip and recalled:
"Yes, I also saw the pattern and honorable name on it at the time. It was indeed in Elvish language, but the pattern on it depicted a three-headed dragon and a completely black three-headed dragon."
Three giant dragons in all black... Derrick had a bad premonition in his mind for a while, and wanted to stay away from this classmate he hadn't seen for a long time.
"What are you thinking, I haven't read that honorable name, and Joynov was swallowed up by the shadows around him on the spot, and the other half of his body collapsed and turned into a monster!" Dak slammed towards Derrick. After taking a photo, on the facial features that have grown a lot of stubble, there is a rare trace of childishness that a teenager should have. "If I really read that honorable name, can I still talk to you here now?"
"If I had read it, I would have been locked underground long ago by the elders of the six-member council!"
Seeing Duck's blushing face, Derrick silently pointed to the air beside him.
Dak looked at Derrick's fingers, but found a guard who was on duty at the training ground today looking at them suspiciously.
My voice was too loud just now... Dak subconsciously patted his head, pulled Derrick up and flew out of the training ground in an instant.
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The next day, Tuesday morning.
So dizzy, no, I should be so hungry... Klein propped himself up with his arms and pulled himself up from the bed.
He touched the edge of the pillow, and then leaned back until he touched an ice-cold pie-shaped object, sat directly on the bed, and opened the cover of the pocket watch he just touched.
On the watch cover, the silver-white vines reflected the slightly whitish light of the rising sun, and the slender second hand ticked, taking away the drowsiness in Klein's mind.
Fortunately, I wasn't late, so I shouldn't be deducted from my salary... Klein thought in a diffused mind, walking slowly down the second floor with a slightly floating pace.
"Good morning, Melissa."
"Good morning, Benson." Klein looked at the breakfast between his brother and sister and greeted with a smile.
Melissa put down the white bread in her hand and looked sideways at Klein, who had only reappeared after a whole day. The dissatisfaction on her face became more and more obvious.
"Klein, you didn't have dinner yesterday, is your company always so oppressive?"
Benson, who was beside him, also nodded in agreement, and said with the same concern:
"Can't you take a break recently?"
Klein maintained his smile and sat at the dining table in silence. After eating two bites of bread, he responded slowly:
"This may be the reason for the quick promotion and quick salary increase. Everything always has to pay a price."
"I once read a book. All the gifts of fate always have a price marked in secret. Maybe this is the price of six pounds a week." As he spoke, Klein mocked himself humorously.
Melissa was no longer so thin, and there was a tangle on her pale face. The facial features on her small face were wrinkled together, slightly relaxed, and she said in a very rare twist:
"Maybe four pounds a week is not bad, at least it won't be so tiring."
Klein, who was drinking milk, almost choked his trachea, and after coughing a few times with a blushing face, he realized what he heard.
"No, don't worry too much. In fact, it's just because I just caught up with a few more important jobs. It'll be fine after this period of time."
Benson, who was beside him, looked at his brother who was explaining to his sister in a panic, and sighed with a smile on his face.
Since his mother's death, he hasn't seen the expression on Melissa's face that a little girl should have for a long time. Now even Klein, who has always been relatively dull, is cheerful and has a good job.
He closed his eyes, adjusted his state, and said in a rich voice:
"Actually, we should eat now. The bread is going to be cold, and white bread is not cheap."
Melissa, who was communicating with Klein, was stunned in place, and then silently ate the cold, fluffy bread.
Klein, who was sitting across from him, turned his head tacitly, and winked with Benson in a less serious manner. He kept a smile on his lips as he ate his own breakfast.
Who would have thought that I didn't even have a pound in my pocket not long ago, and now I have eaten white bread... Klein quickly finished his own breakfast, and then finished with Melissa and himself. Benson at breakfast said hello, took the cane handed by Bella, and walked straight to the public bus station closest to home.
After a crowded and bumpy ride, Klein knocked on the door of the Blackthorn Security Company as usual, and after a few symbolic knocks, he opened the door and entered.
"Good morning, Roshan!" Klein was in a good mood today, and his tone rose slightly.
After having breakfast early, she was sitting at the front desk reading the newspaper. Luo Shan, who was in good spirits, put down the newspaper and responded with a smile:
"Good morning, Klein!"
"Why do you feel that your dark circles are a little heavy today? I thought you should have a good rest yesterday?"
Klein twitched the corners of his mouth. Out of the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the newspaper in Roshan's hand. With the excellent eyesight brought by the "Joker" potion, he could clearly read the headline written in the "Daily Observer":
"Shocked, an archaeologist died naked near the 'Golden Rose', and his clothes were missing."
Klein cleared his throat and made up:
"Yesterday, I went to help a teacher who had left the university with his personal collection. Because I needed to pack it, I worked until very late before resting."
"Your teacher's personal collection?" Roshan's lips turned into an oval shape, and her eyes gleamed with curiosity, "Your history teacher, isn't that a lot of antiques, valuable ones?"
Why is there such a big reaction? Klein was a little confused, but he still answered her question first:
"He is a teacher who has a lot of research on the Hornages Mountains, but his collections are not all antiquities, there are also some imitations."
Klein fluently weaves lies, he only hopes that Roshan can quickly end this topic.
Roshan listened to Klein's answer, the light in her eyes went out all of a sudden, and her oval-shaped lips suddenly leaked and pressed together:
"Sure enough, most of the events in the newspapers are low-probability events."
"What happened in the newspaper?" Klein was a little curious for a while, and took the initiative to lean towards the front desk, the elbow of his arm resting on the edge of the front desk.
Luo Shan tapped the other corner of the newspaper in her hand with little interest, and said without ups and downs:
"Just this, the collection of the professor at Backlund University, a gray and white slate carved with a panorama of the ancient city, was purchased by the royal advisor-Herwin Rambis at a price of 2,000 pounds."
"Goddess, if I can sell a slate at this price, I can buy a dress I like."
2,000 pounds, Klein thought of Miss Justice who spent a lot of money at the Tarot Club for no reason. He also thought of the dress and jewelry that he could feel "arrogance" even through the gray fog. , but still maintained a smile on his face, echoing Roshan:
"Yes, yes, if I have this opportunity, I can also sell what I want to buy."
Luo Shan was watching the report in the newspaper with all her attention. She didn't hear Klein's perfunctory answer. She only heard that he agreed with her point of view. clothing.
After a highly professional chat, Klein finally said goodbye to Roshan, left the front desk, and went straight to the captain's office at Hengduan.
With a few taps, Dunn Smith's mellow and warm voice came out.
"Please come in."
Klein skillfully turned the handle, pushed open the brown-black door, and saw the captain who was sitting behind the table enjoying breakfast.
There are still crumbs of toast left in his mouth, coffee with a strong aroma on his right hand, and white bread, toast and bacon on the plate in front of him, which is enough to be called rich.
He looked at Klein who was standing at the door, swallowed the chewed toast with butter in his mouth hard, and pointed to the empty seat across the table with his free finger.
Klein was a little strange, but he didn't disturb the captain's meal. Instead, he sat leisurely on the chair and watched Dunn eat breakfast.
This familiar feeling... Klein's face was unknowingly stained with a smile.
Dunn, who was vigorously exercising his chewing muscles, was stunned for a moment, then calmed down, no longer in a hurry, relaxed his straight back, picked up the coffee, solved the congestion in his throat, and swallowed the food in his mouth smoothly. stomach.
When Dunn finished his breakfast and was about to question Klein, he saw Klein silently raise his right hand and pointed at the corner of his mouth.
Dunn was slightly startled, and immediately took out the soft tissue next to his hand, wiped the corner of his mouth carefully, and then asked:
"What's matter?"
Klein gently shook his head and denied:
"No, it's just that I still want to deepen my knowledge of mysticism. The recent times have made me realize my weakness in this area, so I want to apply for reading the relevant literature behind Chanis Gate, and I can touch it. information on the seal."
While stating his own needs, Klein moved his gaze to a magazine spread out in front of the captain, his movements very concealed.
Dunn was silent for a while, and after thinking carefully, he said:
"You can only read the contents of the confidentiality regulations. I will write you an explanation now."
Klein stared at the magazine on the captain's desk and nodded intently.
Dunn looked at his strange performance, a little puzzled, his deep gray eyes moved to his drawer, opened it familiarly, took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote the instructions that Klein needed, and signed himself at the end. name.
He pushed forward and pushed the paper to Klein, who was sitting opposite him, and then withdrew his arms and closed the magazine spread out on the table.
Dunn coughed softly, nodded slightly and said:
"You remember to hand him over to the caretaker inside Chanis Gate."
"You must not view documents that do not meet your own confidentiality level, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with." Dunn looked at Klein with deep gray eyes, and deliberately emphasized at the end.
I'm probably being watched by the goddess now, how dare I violate the confidentiality regulations... Klein raised the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, picked up the paper with the instructions from the table, and quickly left the room inside the cross section. Captain's Office.
When the brown-black wooden door of the office was completely closed, Klein's stiff mouth burst into a delightful smile, and he couldn't help sneering at Dunn Smith in his heart.
"Captain, he actually watched the advertisement of hair tonic again. Donningman tree sap in the rainforest of the southern continent has obvious effect on promoting hair growth~www.mtlnovel.com~ Are you sure it won't turn into a curly-haired baboon?"
"If it really works, I might recommend it to Benson... But we are Beyonders, and we should use occult techniques to solve problems!"
For example, arranging a ceremony to pray to the goddess... Klein lost his expression in an instant, walked down the dark, silent spiral staircase in silence, and walked to the Chanis Gate deep underground.
He said hello to Sika, who was on duty at Chanis Gate today, and then, under her gaze, opened the thick Chanis Gate and entered the interior shrouded in darkness.
Under the guidance of the internal caretaker, he could only rely on the glass lantern in his hand to see the surrounding environment. The sound of the door closing still reverberated, making it seem empty and distant.
After walking for dozens of seconds, he saw where he was going under the weak yellow light of the lantern in his hand.
On both sides of the wide aisle, there is a stone door clearly marked with the word "data" written in ancient Hermes.
Klein looked back at the inner guard who was in charge of leading him. Feeling the coldness everywhere, he asked tentatively:
"Am I only allowed to read documents here?"
The deeply wrinkled, thin-haired guard turned his light blue eyes like ice cubes, and replied in a flat tone:
"No, but you can only read in the duty room outside Chanis Gate."
Klein was inspired, quietly turned on his spiritual vision, and glanced around at random.
He looked at the black silk threads hanging from the roof, and swallowed silently. His heart was quite turbulent, and he felt a familiar feeling.
This is the interior of Chanis Gate, giving people a feeling of "eternal sleep"...
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"This is the inside of Chanis Gate, the aura of 'Eternal Sleep'?" Klein stared at the black silk thread in the air, looked at it a few times, and quickly closed his Spirit Vision. Information" Shimen successfully took out the information he needed.
When the heavy stone door slowly closed behind him, and a muffled sound echoed in the deep, silent underground, Klein only later remembered what was wrong just now.
What exactly does "eternal sleep" mean?
Although it was true that when I saw those black lines just now, I had a feeling that my entire consciousness was about to fall asleep and dissipate, but this word, like that time looking directly at the blood of "Eternal Blazing Sun", belongs to the feedback brought by snooping on high-level items. ?
While trying to sort out his thoughts in his mind, Klein said hello to Sika who was on duty at Chanis Gate, saying that he could be on duty for the other party for a while.
After he stood in the duty room and watched Sika gradually disappear at the corner of the spiral staircase, Klein slowly sat on the wooden chair that still had residual warmth, and flipped through the documents that almost occupied the entire desktop.
He has recently encountered too many problems that cannot be solved now, whether he is suspected of being watched by the goddess, or the angel of the "God of Mystery" who has contacted the members of the Tarot Club, or the Psychological Alchemy Society's control of Dust and the real Creator-tainted Hood Eugen attack.
There are no exceptions to these, all of which involve the existence of a high-ranking personality. They are all a small sequence of their own. A "clown" cannot be solved and cannot be guarded against. Therefore, there is only one choice left for him now, which is to try his best before the danger erupts. Improve yourself, try to rely on the gray fog to gain a certain initiative, even the worst plan can not threaten the safety of Benson and Melissa.
Now I have to collect as much information about the "mystery" as possible, and at the same time use it as much as possible, possibly from the goddess' "watching", and when necessary, I can surrender myself to the church and avoid risks... Klein's face was heavy After reading the information in his hand, the thoughts in his mind are flying. After all, no matter how he maintains a good attitude for the stability of his state, he can't really "forget" the danger from the unknown.
"Maybe I can try to read that notebook again, I haven't read it since I was promoted, maybe I can get some more information about the 'God of Mysteries', and if Mr. Azik gave the reply in the letter Regarding the information on 'Summoning', I can also take a bet and try to prepare as many hole cards as possible for myself." Klein muttered to himself in the narrow duty room, his left hand on the table unconsciously seemed to be gray Like on the fog, he tapped the edge of the wooden table, rhythmically.
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At 94 Berklund Street, Azik Eggers was sitting on the sofa. He took the coffee from the maid and nodded slightly.
"You resigned from Tingen University?" Bill Hawkins sat opposite him, a man with sparse golden-yellow soft hair, green and clear eyes, only a thin layer of beard, and his legs slightly A middle-aged gentleman with eversion, stirring the coffee in his hand, asked Azik with a smile.
Azik took a symbolic sip of the Queen's coffee in his hand, and there was a slight nostalgia in his brown eyes. He relaxed a little, sighed and smiled bitterly:
"I recently discovered that I may not be suitable for such a comfortable life, or rather, I am too lonely. I still want to find my own past and find my 'parents'."
Bill Hawkins was Azik's old acquaintance when he was a student at Backlund University. As the second son of a nobleman, he finally succeeded in staying in Backlund with the influence of his family, unlike most of his classmates. The University, has now become an authoritative expert in the historical study of the Hornages Mountain area, a full professor.
He put down the small porcelain plate he was holding, rested the back of his hand on his knee naturally, thought for a moment, and said:
"Azk, since college, you have been looking for your parents. After so many years, even we have reached this age, and some things have already..."
"Anyway, my personal suggestion is that you can take this opportunity to relax. My students and I are preparing to organize an expedition deep into the summit of Mount Honages. If you are willing to help, you can try it together and change it. Feeling."
After speaking, Bill Hawkins, whose head was sparse, put the coffee cup in his hand and the small porcelain saucer under the cup on the small mahogany table. There was only the sound of burning coals in the room.
"Oh, Bill, I'm glad to be invited by you, but I may really need to walk alone recently, and I think it's hard for me to help you. More professional than me." Azik Eggers, who had been silent for a while, had his eyes glazed over. The photo of the inter-school canoeing race placed on the fireplace in the distance, his fingers could not help stroking the warm porcelain Edge of coffee cup.
Bill Hawkins, who was sitting opposite Azik, sighed silently, curled his lips like he did when he was young, and said helplessly:
"I knew you wouldn't agree easily, but there may be other places where I can help you. There are not many old classmates who still insist on studying history."
Listening to the friend's complaint, Azik couldn't help but put a smile on his soft face. He touched his beardless chin with his right hand, and his bronze skin reflected the orange-red light from the fireplace:
"After all, history doesn't make money, but being a consultant can."
"I may really have a favor that I need your help. I want to know some history about the Balam royal family. This is the research direction of a student of mine. He is currently studying the history of the Quaternary." Azik thought for a while. Thinking, put his left leg on his right leg, and skillfully took out a set of words, "You know, although Tingen is known as the city of universities, it is pitiful in terms of the stock of some documents."
Bill Hawkins opened his eyes with some interest, and answered without thinking:
"No problem, but what should I give you, do you want to live in Backlund for a while?"
Azik shook his head and denied:
"I should be leaving Backlund soon, and I need to trouble you to send those materials to Tingen."
The tall Azik took out a pen embellished with pure gold from his formal pocket, quickly wrote down Klein Moretti's residential address in his notebook, tore it off with a swipe, and handed it to himself old classmate.
Bill Hawkins took the piece of paper that was not neatly torn, glanced at it, and nodded slightly:
"It's not a problem, I'll have my assistant deliver it to this address."
After talking about the business, Bill paused, and then asked a little curiously:
"You like this student very much?"
Azik was stunned for a moment, then nodded unknowingly:
"He is very similar to me, a promising young man."
After listening to Azik's description, Bill suddenly became interested.
"Has he graduated now? Although Backlund's environment is not good, if he studies academics, he can still provide some necessary help and platforms."
Azik shook his head with a smile, and interrupted his old friend's words calmly.
"He has joined a company with a government background and is now working on antiquities."
"Related to antiquities?" The conservative Bill Hawkins frowned, "That kind of money-swindling business!"
Without waiting for Mr. Azik to explain, he waved his hands and shouted:
"You haven't been in Backlund for a few years, you don't know, those people, those people treat research as a business, the one that was sold a few days ago, the slate known as Quaternary artwork in East Chester, It was the broken stone dug out of Hedrak Village, and Hwin was deceived by them!"
"Hey, do you know what other stories they made up? They said that that thing was from the collection of King Angarweed, and that the inscription on it was written like this. I have never heard of this king at all!"
"You should persuade that student of yours to get out of this kind of company early, it won't have any good results!"
Angelweed? Azik's eyebrows were slightly raised, as if recalling something in his mind, a vague gray-white lizard figure emerged in his memory.
He suppressed the discomfort like a swollen brain, pressed his temple, and slowly explained:
"Not all companies are like this, Bill, Klein's..."
Bill Hawkins waved his hand, he realized his gaffe, lowered his head, and his whole figure looked a little lonely.
"I'm going to send those materials to your students, I've been a little jittery lately, you know, the reason why I stay in college because of my family connection is that I don't want to get this kind of stuff... ."
Azik's brown eyes reflected the figure of this old friend. After a while of silence, he got up, and after a few words of greetings, he made a request for farewell, leaving the rest of the time to his friend.
Wrapped in a double-breasted coat and pressing his silk top hat, he walked to the intersection of Berklund Street against the cold wind, stopped a hired carriage, and headed for the North District not far away.
When passing a densely populated road, the carriage that was running smoothly suddenly jolted, and in the dark red-lined carriage, the tall gentleman with bronze skin who was sitting in the middle silently disappeared. There were a few banknotes pressed against stones.
At the entrance of the bookstore at the end of the road, Detective Zeriel was looking around, waiting for the appearance of his best "assistant" Ian.
Suddenly, he felt a gust of wind passing over the back of his neck, which was exposed to the air, and immediately his whole body became cold.
With years of professional experience, he turned around confidently, his right hand in his thick coat pocket had already touched the mahogany handle of the revolver, ready to shoot potential enemies at any time.
His eyes swept away, only to find a tall gentleman with soft facial features passing by him leisurely, standing in front of the bookstore reading a newly printed newspaper.
His gait is relaxed, and his body has no traces of training, but his bronzed skin and slightly mixed-race face are somewhat attractive.
Zeriel nodded secretly, and then, relying on the "warrior" intuition, looked into the bookstore through the glass window, and checked the customers in the store one by one.
If it is not for further promotion, my height will be higher and surpass the level of most Loen people, and I will be at least Sequence Seven. If this mission is successful, if the information is true, when I return to Feysac, I will At least become a colonel, a real "guardian".
I've consciously acted in advance... Zeriel, who didn't find the enemy, turned his eyes back and looked at the position beside him again.
At this time, he suddenly found that the bronze-skinned gentleman who was standing beside him and read the newspaper was gone!
"How is it possible, I'm a "fighter", in order to make up for the weakness of the lack of sequence, I also brought a sealed artifact corresponding to the "psychic", why didn't it call the police to me?"
Zeriel's nerves were tense again, alerting to possible dangers around him.
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Azik, who had roamed through the spiritual world to the room he rented in the East District, put down the newspaper in his hand, and couldn't help recalling the suspicious man just now.
A "Warrior" with a "Psychic" sealed item... Azik took out the letter paper he put in the drawer, and took out the commonly used, pure gold decoration from his formal pocket. Pen, sitting in front of the dim gas lamp, wrote the letter word by word.
"Dear Klein:"
"I'm sorry I didn't reply to you at this time. I have been busy meeting with my former classmates and teachers recently. There may be some information about the Balam Empire that will be sent to your residence recently. I hope you can save it for me first. I I will pick it up in person after this. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"
"A few questions you raised..."
The pen made a faint rustling sound on the slightly inferior letter paper. Azik's right wrist kept moving, and as time passed, it moved to a position near the corner of the table.
slap!
After Azik finished writing the last character, he gently closed the crimson pen cap, folded the slightly rough letter paper in half, and put it in an envelope.
As the blood-colored paint completely sealed the opening of the envelope, a gloomy cold suddenly occupied the entire room. In the surrounding air, the yellow was more yellow, the black was blacker, the red was redder, and there were huge giants glowing with hazy light. White bones spewed out from the nothingness around them, and in an instant, they spliced together into a giant skeleton monster with pale flames burning in its eye sockets.
He was curled up in the room, his head was very low, his huge pale palm stretched out to the long table where Azik was, and his fingers were naturally open, waiting for the letter that needed to be delivered by himself.
There was a halo of dark gold in his eyes, and Azik, who was extremely indifferent, said nothing, and put the letter on the huge palm.
The flames in the eyes of the huddled giant skeleton suddenly soared, the ferocious body quickly faded, and the whole room was empty again, and the heat of the burning coal began to reoccupy the room.
Azik pulled his chair back, slowly got up, and paced to the oil-stained window, looking down at the Eastern District under the darkness of night, shrouded in gray-black steam.
From this gentleman's point of view, countless spirits are being suppressed and wailing under the factory spitting smoke and steam in the distance, while in the relatively peaceful vicinity, one after another numb spirits are crawling on the ground, facing his feet. The small red brick building worshipped, as if praying for a miracle to come.
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