Outside the glass window, people rushed to their destinations, and even more hurriedly quickened their pace while eating hard cheese bread.

Sears, as the capital of the Duchy of Solan, is always so busy, and the people who can live in this bustling city are not in the middle, either idle and panicked, and don't have to worry about their livelihood, or they are constantly running around, barely able to make ends meet.

Those beautiful ladies and elegant men are always well-dressed and elegant, but how they are actually is clearer only when they return home, with a warm fireplace and leaky toe socks.

The city used to have many names, Sylves, Ronals, and Flandia, but in the end, the royal family deduced from the excavated ancient books that the oldest name here was Sears.

Steaming from a milky cup of coffee to a freshly baked chocolate blueberry cake with a greasy taste, it goes without saying that the chef must have doubled the amount of sugar.

Looking at Ferrante's cautious eyes, the young man in the black trench coat was stunned for a moment and took off his black top hat.

"I'm sorry, I forgot that my own taste is a bit heavy, why don't I order you a normal one again?"

"Don't be so careful, I don't mean anything. ”

"No malice would have trespassed into a duke's mansion?

Ferrante looked at him intently, at the uninvited guest in his twenties, a little older than him.

"Okay, okay. The young man in the black trench coat raised his palm and pushed, "I apologize for my reckless and irrational behavior, noble gentlemen shouldn't be so careful, shouldn't they?"

Glancing at the patrol guards passing by outside the window, Ferrante stirred the bitter hand-ground coffee, calm on the surface, but a little panicked in his heart.

"I don't think it's me who should be taken care of, but the guards outside, and a thief in the Duke's mansion would be a big bounty. ”

"I think I still have a chance to explain, otherwise that guard just now wouldn't have just been passing by. ”

The young man in the black trench coat slowly pushed the book to Ferrante, "Now that the thing has returned to its original owner and is not damaged, can we continue to talk?"

Ferrante didn't answer immediately, his eyes swept over the cover of the book, "Griffin's Travels in the South Continent", which was indeed the one that was lost the night before.

The brand new book cover is not stained, this is the internal printing version of the church, after all, such a precious thing is nearly a hundred years old, and the original should be kept in the headquarters of the Church of Light.

The young man in the black trench coat took a sip of coffee and continued, "Bishop Griffin is a legendary figure who has devoted his life to finding the existence of the gods, so much so that he turned down the opportunity to be promoted to cardinal archbishop. ”

He was also an outlier in the canon of the Church, believing not only in the God of Light, but also in the existence of the Creator, the One True God. ”

When he was in his thirties, he left a letter to the church and embarked on a journey to the southern continent, which lasted for twenty years. ”

By the time he returned to the headquarters of the Church of Light in the Kaia Empire, he was already a weathered old man, and then left this travelogue, and died depressed while the church was old. ”

As he spoke, the young man finished his cup of coffee, picked up half of the sweet, greasy cake and ate it to himself.

Ferrante had heard of the legendary bishop because of his father's relationship, but he still didn't understand what he meant.

"Help me, I'll give you what you need, it's a good business. The young man smiled at the corners of his lips, waiting for Ferrante's reply.

Ferrante blinked, he suddenly felt that this person was interesting and cautious at the same time.

"Tell me about the conditions. ”

Ferrante, who had been exposed to his father's aristocratic demeanor since he was a child, took a sip of coffee and leaned back in his chair, and the upper-class family education made him understand what it meant to be restrained.

"I need the account of Bishop Griffin in the Church of Light in Sears, and anything related to him, preferably the original original, of course, I just borrowed it, and I will return it afterwards. ”

"And what are you prepared to give?"

The young man gestured to scissorhands: "Two choices, one is that I can give you a Larpo sea salmon, and you have been working on this recently, right? ”

"The real world?"

The young man laughed but did not speak.

"I have a specimen of Larpo sea salmon at home, and since you know that I have been working on this recently, you should know that the first choice does not arouse my interest, what is your purpose?"

"No!" the young man waved his finger after taking the last bite of the cake, "I mean a live Larpo salmon, the one that is bouncing around." ”

A good aristocratic education made the 19-year-old Ferrante much more mature than his peers, but he was almost shocked by the conditions of his youth.

After pondering for a long time, Ferrante did not touch the cake full of sugar, got up and put away the travelogue, and prepared to end his lunch break and go back to school.

When he walked to the door, he stopped, turned his head sideways and said, "Deal, but I want both options." ”

"Hmm~ This is really a satisfying lunch, so we'll see you tomorrow?"

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......

"Please ...... the textbook"

The teacher's words on the podium were thrown out of the way, and Ferrante drew one salmon after another on a blank piece of paper.

"How can the Larpo salmon, a species that has been extinct for 200 years, still be alive. ”

The young man's offer was tempting and incredible, and Ferrante agreed without understanding why.

Obviously, after careful thinking, how could he be carried away by a fish that doesn't know the truth or falsehood.

At the same time, he was also puzzled, the young man gave him a very familiar feeling from beginning to end, as if he had seen it somewhere, and like an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"Now that he has agreed, let's see what he can come up with, the so-called 'real world' doesn't need to think about it, nine times out of ten he is a cultist, and he believes in worshipping a certain evil god. ”

"But I have to be prepared, I don't want to be dragged into some evil fanatic. ”

Having made up her mind, Ferrante closed the textbook and fell asleep on the table, the aristocratic music class was a good break, because the teacher's singing voice was really hypnotic.

Whether it is the southern continent or the northern continent, in addition to the orthodox belief in gods, there are countless evil god worship organizations that secretly believe in something terrible.

These people are cloaked in the cloak of faith, but behind the scenes, they are engaged in evil and bloody deeds, which have always been severely cracked down on by the churches and the royal family, but they are like rats, and they cannot be eradicated.

The sound of the carriage slowed down, Ferrante walked into the courtyard of his house, Duke Roy was not at home as always, as a celebrity in front of His Majesty the King, the daily drinking party would hardly stop.

After dinner alone, the old butler waited by him like a puppet, which perfectly reflected what it means to be upperclass.

"Grandpa Knard, are you free tomorrow?" Ferrante asked, putting down the handkerchief and getting up.

"Young master, I'm free at any time. ”

"Tomorrow at noon, you bring some guards to the academy to wait for me, I may have some trouble. ”

The old housekeeper frowned, but he quickly recovered and respectfully agreed, but he thought in his heart that the young master was not the kind of child who would be angry with people and even oppress people with his identity.

Ferrante didn't care what the old butler thought, he wasn't a fool, he traded with a cultist, how could he do it without security.

The people began to clean the dining room, and Ferrante went upstairs to his room alone, but as soon as he pushed open the door, a cold wind blew in his face.

Sweeping his gaze, the window that would not be easily opened in winter creaked, and a black cloth on the desk was covering something.

Ferrante slowly stepped back, but quickly changed his mind, and first closed the window, went to the table, and uncovered the black cloth on the desk.

A small glass fish tank appeared in front of me, and a black salmon was constantly swimming in the fish tank, as if it felt that its home was a little small.

"Larpo salmon!"

Ferrante let out a low sigh, he had studied this extinct delicacy for a long time, and he would never admit that he was mistaken.

"That guy...... He actually does. ”

Swallowing his saliva and calming the shock in his heart, Ferrante gently pulled out the envelope pressed under the fish tank.

"This fish is not so easy to die, you don't have to stare at it all night, this is my sincerity, the book can be brought tomorrow, but do you want to come and see something new tonight?"

"Crown Street, 32, I'll be waiting for you here until ten o'clock at the latest. ”

Putting down the letter, Ferrante looked at the clock, and at nine thirty, he looked down again and carefully examined the salmon to confirm that it was real.

Then he thought for ten minutes, put the letter paper in a drawer, covered the fish tank with a black cloth, and walked out of the door to his father's study.

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At 32 Crown Street, the young man was still wearing the black trench coat and leaning on a lamppost on the side of the street.

took out his pocket watch and looked at it, shook his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth, if you don't come, don't come, how can a noble child have such guts.

Then the young man put away his pocket watch and pulled out three more badges, two depicting blood-dripping claws, one depicting a scale, a mysterious one-eyed on the left, and an empty one on the right.

Putting away the balance badge and wearing the bade badge on his chest, the young man turned around and just wanted to twist the doorknob, but he immediately stopped his figure and laughed.

Behind him, Ferrante had a book in his hand, belatedly.

"I didn't think you were coming, but it seems that my fish is quite sincere. ”

"I also hope that the next thing will shock me more than that fish. Ferrante said calmly, hiding his nervousness.

"Follow me. ”

The young man handed Ferrante another badge of the claw, who handed the stolen book to the young man, and together they walked to 32 Crown Street.

"By the way, introduce yourself, Ferrante Knard. ”

"Hello, honorable noble gentleman, you can call me...... Sost, you're lucky to see something amazing tonight. ”

"What?"

"Carved ...... of the True God"