Finally, Dorian stopped next to the letter.

He bent down, reached out his right palm, and picked it up with his fingers, slightly trembling as he pinched the edge of the paper.

This time, Dorian read very carefully, word by word, from the beginning, sometimes suddenly, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes painful.

The letter from Furth was not long, he read it in three minutes and read it twice, and then fell into a long silence.

The sunlight outside the window shone in and poured on the toppled table.

Dorian Gray Abraham's lips fluttered, but he didn't make a sound.

He rubbed his right thumb and forefinger across the paper and quickly caused the letter to ignite a crimson flame.

After doing all this, Dorian packed up his belongings, put on makeup, and left the rented house, using the identity he had prepared to go to another place.

When he was settled, he sat down at his desk and stared at the brass ornaments, not knowing what he was thinking.

As the sunlight grew scarcer and dimmer, Dorian's eyelids twitched and he let out a long, slow sigh.

He then spread out the letterhead, picked up the pen, and wrote as he pondered:

“...... I'm glad to see that you've digested the 'Recorder' potion in a matter of months, which means that you really have the potential to become a demigod......

“...... These are the main points of the 'Traveler' role that I know, but you have to remember that everyone has a different personality and there will always be some differences in the role in practice that cannot be copied exactly...... This is not to say that other people's points are wrong, but they can cause great inner conflict in you and affect your mental state...... Sometimes, making some adjustments may slow down the digestion of potions, but it will be more beneficial to you, and you must remember that playing is only a tool, not a master......

"I look forward to the day when you have thoroughly digested the 'Traveler' potion, and I will prepare the corresponding materials and a gift for you.

“...... I was intrigued by what the gentleman mentioned about the curse of the Abrahamic family...... I think you should have noticed that I had some research on this subject, otherwise you wouldn't have always asked me about it......

"I want you to go one step further and understand ......"

After writing the reply, Dorian Gray Abraham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.

............

In January 1351, Bakeland's New Year was much quieter than usual.

In the basement of a house in the West End, a few candles flickered a yellowish flame to illuminate the altars, chairs, and round tables that were placed around them.

At the edge of the light, in an extremely dark place, a figure seemed to be nothing, sometimes shaking, sometimes stretching, a thin layer, no thickness, like a shadow that came to life.

Suddenly, the figure spoke in a deep voice:

"You arrived earlier than I thought. ”

Next to the candle, where the fire was brightest, a figure was quickly outlined.

This is a man, dressed in a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, hard roots, and dark eyes, as if there are countless things hidden.

He is none other than the "Secret Sage" of the Aurora Society, one of the five sages of the Aurora Society.

Bottis smiled and said:

"For me, distance is not an issue. ”

He then pulled up a chair and sat down, and said to the narrow shadow:

"Have you investigated everything, and have you found anything unusual?"

The shadow, which almost melted into the darkness, replied in a low voice:

"No problem. ”

"Really?" Boutis instinctively questioned the sure answer, "Kersma, could this be a trap?"

The "Dark Sage" of the Aurora Society, Ksma, shook her head slowly:

"The target is very discreet and definitely not deliberately exposed.

"If it weren't for her quest for the curses of the ancient wraiths, we wouldn't have been able to detect her connection to the Abrahams. ”

"The Sage of Secrets" Boutis said as if in thought:

"The curse of the ancient wraith, this is one of the main materials of the 'Recorder', and I remember that the Abrahams did have a surplus of the Brain of Assman...... Oh, the reluctance to directly provide the extraordinary characteristics of the 'recorder', and the desire to do some tests, is indeed the style of the Abrahams, in short, not enough trust. ”

The "Dark Sage" Kersma did not echo Boutis's words, and said to herself:

"Even though she was asking for the main material for the 'Recorder' potion, we didn't find a problem in the first place, after all, not every believer knows the corresponding occult knowledge, but she is still asking some questions related to the 'apprentice' and Abraham.

"She's really cautious in this regard, the circle of extraordinary people who want to buy materials and the circle of extraordinary people who ask questions are not the same, different things will be dealt with in different circles, and sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance to help her make demands.

"If it weren't for the fact that several of these circles had our people and ended up putting together the news, we wouldn't have noticed her. ”

"The Sage of Secrets" Boutis bowed slightly, and then asked:

"Why don't you just do it and come to me?"

Inside the shadows, darkness floated, and replied in a low voice:

"The situation in Beckland is getting more and more tense, and the 'Night Watchman', 'Punisher', and 'Mechanical Heart' teams are cleaning up round by round, and we are being watched closely.

"If it's up to me to handle this matter, it's good that there are no accidents, but if there is an accident, I don't have a 'secret mage', and I may not have time to escape.

"And aren't you the one who is most interested in the Abrahams?"

Boutis smiled and said:

"I'm not interested in them at all, I just want them all to die.

"If you want to ensure your own safety, the most important thing is to strangle revenge in the cradle, this is my philosophy of doing things. ”

As he spoke, the "Secret Sage" took out a crystal ball from the dark pocket of the black robe.

The crystal ball was neither clear nor clear, as if it had been poured into the deep darkness of the night.

With the caress of Boutis's palm, his lips moved, and the strange crystal ball glowed with a little bit of brilliance.

They are like star sands, slowly rotating, forming a complex scene.

"It's okay to ......," Bottis glanced at the crystal ball he was holding in his right hand and nodded slightly.

He immediately looked at the "ghost":

"Tell me more specific information. ”

When he learned that there was a gathering of extraordinary people in a certain circle tonight, and the target might appear, the "Secret Sage" Boutis stood up and said to the "Dark Sage" Ksma:

"I need to do some preparation. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand was opened, and with a slight lift, his five fingers were closed.

The area he was in suddenly distorted and vanished.

The candles, firelight, round tables and chairs that had been there were also gone, leaving only the floor tiles and ceiling.

After a while, the shadows floated there, and everything returned.

The "Secret Sage" Bettis was no different from just now, but the figure of the "Dark Sage" Ksma unconsciously dissected from the darkness.

He looked at Boutis and said in a deep voice:

"Your prudence has exceeded the limits necessary. ”

"But that's not a bad thing, and I want to be able to fix it without anyone noticing. Bottis smiled and responded, "You should go along, hide in the shadows and be my assistant, don't come forward directly, and leave as soon as you find something abnormal." ”

“...... Good. The "Dark Sage" Ksma slowly stepped out of the shadows.

He looked young, with excellent facial features, but his face seemed to be covered with a dark curtain that seemed to be absent.

As he approached Boutis, there was a faint sound of illusory chewing, gnawing, and digestion from nowhere, and he felt some kind of undisguised malice and hunger.

This made him, as a demigod, shudder.

The "Dark Sage's" eyes froze for a second, and cast a hint of astonishment and surprise into Boutis's face.

Bhutis curled the corners of his mouth into a slightly cruel smile.

After a few seconds, one of them "teleported", one blended into the shadows, and left the house one after another.

............

On the border between Beckland's East End and the Bridge District, in a dilapidated apartment, there were a few open rooms on the first floor of a budget hotel.

When Boutis came out of the spirit realm, the gathering of the Extraordinary One had been held for two or three hours, and no one had yet arrived.

He looked around, taking in the chairs and the messy long table.

Observing the environment, Boutis walked to the corner and tugged at it with his right hand as if pulling the curtain.

The area was then shrouded in shadows, distorted, and vanished.

Because it didn't have any objects in the first place, and there were no objective measurement marks, no one would notice that there was a lack of space here, only that the distance between the wall and itself seemed to be a little closer, but on closer inspection, everything was normal.

This is the "Spatial Concealment" of the "Mystica"!

They can use this ability to divide a place into two, hiding some of them and having to pass through a specific "door" to enter.

At this point, the area that was cut and hidden, the room was normal, with floor tiles, ceilings, and a cockroach crawling by.

The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line, but was blocked by the darkness with no end in sight.

"The Sage of Secrets" Bottis looked around, and his gaze stayed on a transparent vortex in mid-air.

This is the "door".

All the hidden spaces must have a "door".

Boutis thought for a moment, put his hand into the dark pocket of the black robe, took out a mirror, and inlaid it into the position of the "door".

The mirror twisted for a moment, quickly reflecting the outside scene:

Chairs and long tables were messy and empty.

In this way, through this mirror, Boutis monitors the meeting place of the extraordinary.

Time passed minute by minute, and the extraordinary people who dressed up in various ways to cover up their identities arrived one after another.

One of the hooded figures habitually chose the corner by the window, took out a palm-sized notebook with a patina shell, and flipped through a few pages at random, as if to review the main points that would be asked, or to check whether he was well prepared.

Behind her side, there is an ordinary mirror embedded in the wall.

PS: There is a change at seven o'clock in the evening~