on the ferry.

Fang Xian stood on the deck and waved at the Marne Guest Harbour.

Although he had a convenient means of teleportation such as the Secret Key to the Door, the investigator did not know it.

In order to keep it secret, but also to hide himself, he had to take public transportation all the way back, using the ticket stubs of each stop, constituting a false route.

He returned to his cabin, hung up the Do Not Disturb sign, and immediately activated the 'Key' and went outside the school.

Through the fence, Smith can be seen sitting alone on the edge of the playground, indifferently watching the crowd playing football.

Withdrawn, paranoid......

This is the main impression he has left on his classmates recently.

In school, such a personality is susceptible to isolation, as well as group cold violence.

But Smith didn't care at all.

As for bullying on the surface?

After he beat up several famous gangsters in his school, no one dared to do that, and even wanted him to be the boss.

Smith certainly had no interest in that.

'Really...... It's boring! ’

He looked at the sweating athletes on the playground and the enthusiastic cheerleaders on both sides, and yawned.

'The end is still years away...... There is also a great truth in the universe...... These ordinary people can only be like flies and insects, ignorant and ignorant, enjoying themselves to the fullest, and disasters come suddenly, and they die for some reason......

Smith muttered inwardly.

After cultivating spells, he inevitably leaned towards the darkness as well.

It's just that the symptoms are not bad.

At this moment, Smith's spirit seemed to touch a terrible maelstrom.

He stood up, cold sweat already running down his forehead, and the world around him slowly began to spin, and the faces, the sights, and the laughter were horribly distorted.

"Who is it?"

Smith's heart lifted, and the spell was ready to be used.

Following the terrible whirlpool of his spirit, he came to the edge of the railing and saw a figure.

The figure was clearly standing there, but it was uncertain, he seemed to be wearing a white shirt, and it seemed to be a pitch-black cloak, and under the cloak, there were countless snakes and rats wriggling.

As for the face, it is even more blurry, or rather, it is impossible to remember when you see it.

"Young believers, our common faith, let me find you."

Smith heard a voice.

He quickly glanced around, saw that no one was paying attention here, and couldn't help asking, "Are you too...... Believers in the Lost God? ”

Fang Xian didn't speak, just recited the beginning of the immortal poem.

This feeling of spiritual shock is enough to distinguish it from other believers.

"Why...... I haven't seen you on the island? ”

Smith asked, wondering what was going on.

Immediately, he heard a sneer from the person on the other side: "You are too weak...... While you are fighting, there are many more Christians, in other battles...... The battle between God and God will be beyond your imagination......"

Smith froze.

He thought of the huge black bird and the black Tai Sui that appeared at the end.

Now it looks like maybe it's a spell cast by a truly powerful believer?

"So...... What are you coming to me for? ”

Smith then asked.

"My lord said, you are all ignorant lambs, and you need the guidance of a shepherd......" Fang Xian replied very strikingly.

"Did my lord hear my prayers and send you?" Smith was suddenly excited, and even some tears welled up in his eyes: "My faith, my prayer...... Finally got a response. ”

"You new believers have no experience in secret societies, and it is easy for the investigators to find out, so you can't hold meetings, and you can't use public facilities to contact ...... frequently," Fang Xian said: "I will teach you how to summon messengers...... They are invisible hounds with the ability to travel through space, and they can also be used by us, with a little spell and skill......"

"Thank you, sir!" Smith hurriedly said.

Immediately, he heard a stranger on the other side, chanting a mantra.

In the surrounding space, there seems to be an extra creature, and that may be the 'messenger'.

The next moment, Smith felt a pain in his fingers, as if a little blood had been sucked out.

"Blood is a beacon and a sign, and it is your messenger."

Fang Xian's figure kept retreating, entering a shadow: "Some other knowledge, we can communicate through the messenger......

Warm sunlight is shining.

Everything around was restored to its original state.

If it weren't for the stinging of his fingers, and the appearance of an invisible hound next to him that only he could see, Smith almost thought he was hallucinating.

……

Inside the cabin.

Fang Xian's figure reappeared.

He not only visited Smith, but even Vivien, Mickey...... There were also a few believers who thought they had more potential, and they all visited and left their contact information and messengers.

In the future, they can teach them some supernatural knowledge through messengers and other means, and even teleport items or something.

Speaking of which...... Shouldn't this be called a messenger, a little more appropriate to call a courier? ’

Fang Xian touched his chin, sat down in a chair, and began to write:

“…… One thing to be wary of while pursuing supernatural powers is to remain humble, as human beings are inherently as small as dust compared to the universe......"

"Reason and thinking are very important, and I am here to share a symbol called the 'Spiritual Steel Seal', which can effectively maintain our sanity and protect our spiritual ...... in the face of family pollution."

"We have the privilege of listening to the teachings of the Great Being...... Remember the dogma: do not learn from other orders, perform bloody rituals, call on the names of other great beings, and do not use the power of incantations at will......"

"Finally, this knowledge, I hope you can share it with each other......"

After writing a thick stack of letters, Fang Xian stuffed them into an envelope and sealed the letter.

After doing all this, he began to recite the incantation.

Out of the void, a wind-chasing hound suddenly jumped out.

Unlike its companions, these 'courier' hounds had been controlled by Fang Xian with Hopskin's spell.

Unless their master wakes up, even the members of the Wind Chaser Sect will not be able to summon them.

'The great being on the Throne of the Wild Hunt won't pay attention to this little thing, and besides...... It's not time for the stars to return to their positions, maybe they're still asleep...... As for the Order, am I still afraid of them? ’

Fang Xian calmly stuffed the letter into the hound's mouth.

If an outsider were there, they would see a thick letter disappear into the air, as if it had been devoured by an invisible monster.

"Send it to Smith."