Three days passed quickly, and during this period of time, Ron did not try to use those few demon talismans again, after all, before these things were completely clarified, the proportion of the abyss in these demon talismans was a little more.

He's ready to go to the muse, and he should be able to get more help from the muse.

Rowell Club, Frankser, Waslan Street.

Ron silently recited the names again in his mind, and if he had time, he might be able to visit Anna.

I don't know what Anna's expression will look like after meeting her, but it shouldn't be too bad.

He quickly finished his breakfast, and after tidying up the house, he went out.

At half past seven in the morning there is an iron-hulled car to Frankser in the center of town, and it is very cheap to take a hitchhike to Franksor for only three copper plates.

The car was a long car pulled by a steam stove, with only two carriages, and even the tires were large rubber tires.

The steam furnace with limited storage capacity could not support it to travel too far distances, so it was only used as a means of transportation between the two small towns, occasionally pulling a little cargo, but not too much.

In Ron's view, this is the prototype of the train, and he wants to invest in this product and tell the owner of the product about the idea of rails, but unfortunately he doesn't have that much money, and he can't reach that level of people in his status.

It took about an hour to get to Frankser, and the city seemed a little too poor to Ron's eyes, but it was still a giant ahead of its time compared to the town of Chauschen.

After getting out of the car, he looked left and right, and in his memory he did not find the location of Rowell's club, and it is estimated that Ron had never been there before.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a decent suit walked in front of him, and he hurriedly walked up, "Excuse me, sir, do you know the location of the Lowell Club?"

The middle-aged man frowned and glanced at Ron warily, turned slightly sideways and walked past Ron, and quickened his pace.

Do you think I'm a beggar on the side of the road, maybe a temporary part-time robber? Come on, this isn't Flordes!

Ron shook his head helplessly, now on his own.

Thankfully, there were street signs hanging bits and pieces around the corner, but despite this, it took Ron a long time to find Waslan Street, and half the time it took to find the Lowell Club.

It's a music salon club.

Most of the people who came in and out were young people in their twenties and under, and ladies in their thirties, neatly dressed and gorgeous, and the young ladies occasionally wore slightly bold short skirts, which were enough to attract the attention of passers-by.

Walking to the gate of Lowell's club, Ron glanced up at the fancy sign, and before he could enter the club, a tall waiter walked over.

She asked, "Are you here to deliver wine?" you came just in time, we are short of a batch of wine, if the quality is guaranteed, we are willing to ...... Wait, where's your wine?"

Ron replied, "No, no, no, I'm not here to sell alcohol. Actually, I'd like to go into your club and find someone. ”

The waiter looked Ron up and down, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, this young gentleman." If you're willing to change into a decent outfit, I'll let you in. Because of the club's system, I can't put one at random...... With all due respect, sir, if you are willing to change your clothes, you will surely be a perfect gentleman. But now, you look like a thief wandering around the corner. ”

Ron replied, "I know someone who asked me to come here to him, and he's going to prove I'm not lying." ”

Before the waiter could reply, a man with a mustache walked out of the door, "What's going on?" Lisa?"

The man listened to the waitress known as Lisa whisper an explanation, and then he stepped forward and looked Ron up and down before asking, "If this waitress of mine heard me correctly, were you invited here?"

"So to speak. ”

The man asked, "What's his name?"

"Muse," Ron replied, "Muse Brown." We agreed to meet today, and the address is at this club. ”

"Mr. Muse?" The middle-aged man looked at Ron in surprise after hearing this, and then asked, "If you don't mind, can you confirm it a little?"

"I don't know what he's dressed today, but three days ago, he was wearing an orange trench coat and a black top hat. As for his appearance, he was about thirty years old, with slightly gray hair, tall and thin, capable, and very gentlemanly. Ron's heart suddenly moved, "By the way, he has the seal of the god in his hand." ”

The man was sure that the young man in front of him, who looked like a gangster, was not lying, so he said, "Then you can go in, Mr. Muse is now in private room twenty-eight." ”

"Thank you, sir. ”

Watching Ron slowly walk into the club, the man muttered in a low voice, lucky lad.

The interior of the Lowell Club is extremely luxurious, with gold veins, intricate carvings, and even the sconces are clearly carefully designed.

Fragrant wine, melodious music, this is the life of the small aristocracy and the rich man in Frankser.

Among the well-dressed gentlemen and young ladies one after another, Ron, who was not very well-dressed, looked a little out of place. They looked at the young man wrapped in coarse linen with their wine glasses and were slightly surprised.

With such a dress, Ron is not willing to "stand out from the crowd" at this moment. He soon found room 28, and through the window he could see Muse sitting on the sofa sipping a fine wine, so he knocked on the door.

"You're here. Muse smiled at Ron, holding a pale blue cocktail, not looking surprised.

Ron didn't answer right away.

He closed the door, and then he walked into the small room, and took a casual look, "Very nice room, much more beautiful than I thought." ”

The muse didn't answer Ron's words, he just stretched out his hand to signal Ron to sit down, and asked, "Would you like a drink?"

Ron thought for a moment, "Is there a Bloody Mary?"

The muse was stunned, "What's that?"

Ron was a little dumbfounded, he had mistakenly incorporated the memories of his past life into this world, which was not good, and at some point he might get into big trouble.

"It's just the name of a concoction, as they usually call it in the taverns of Chauschen. Ron replied, "If I have time, I can make you a cup with a unique color and taste." ”

"I'm looking forward to it. ”

The Muse took a sip of the glass of wine, then gently placed it on the table, his face changing from mild to serious, and he asked, "Ron, what do you want to know from me?"

Ron's eyes began to take seriously as the muse changed, and he replied, "I want to know everything, all this I have encountered, and more." In fact, sir, I would like to set foot in your field. ”

"It's not a good thing," said the Muse, frowning, with a little annoyance, "almost every ambitious lad wants to break into this world, thinking that they are going to be the strongest of them. In the end, they are often in pain and regret. ”

"I'm different, sir, what I want is not to be strong, what I want is to study. ”

"Research?" Muse raised an eyebrow, the second time he became interested in the young man in front of him, and the first time was when Ron threatened him with West's exact words in the Frankser police station.

"Yes. Ron replied, "My subjective intention is not to become stronger, nor to stop the demonic chaos you have said, I just want to find out the secrets." ”

"In another way, it's more dangerous. Bit is a good example of this, in the first half of his life, he was a potion expert that everyone respected and admired, and in his later years, he became a madman that everyone feared. The muse clenched the seal of the gods in his hand slightly, and he said, "The gods are not to be snooped on." ”

West.

Ron silently muttered the name, and for the first time he felt hesitation as he remembered the contents of West's diary, and the madness he had had before he died. This hesitation had never been felt when he riskily used the demon talisman "sharp claws and fangs" to almost lose his mind.

He felt that there were endless dark clouds and fog in front of him, and in the dark clouds and fog, there were countless tentacles that wanted to pierce his heart, countless claws that wanted to slit his throat.

He may not be able to go on.

"Let's change the subject, it's too far away for you right now. The muse's relaxed words pulled Ron back in thought, "After the last parting, I also thought that revealing something to you a little bit is not necessarily a bad thing, at least it can teach you to be in awe." ”

Ron looked up.

The muse pressed his brow again, and from the look of embarrassment on his face, it was not difficult to see that he was indeed distressed by this explanation.

After a little deliberation, he said, "Do you know the extraordinary?"

Ron was stunned, he had heard Sean and Old John brag about the name "Extraordinary" more than once.

"Yes. ”

"Then that's easy," Muse breathed a sigh of relief, "as we all know, the Extraordinary are able to use various abilities, such as fireballs, such as invisibility, and this is not a talent, but an extraordinary ability stolen from a demon, which we call demonic energy. After killing the demons and obtaining their hearts, we can deprive one or more of these abilities by special means and place them in special containers for us to use, and this kind of thing is called a demon talisman. But this ability is not something we can use all the time, and if we use it for a long time, we will lose our minds, and eventually we will assimilate and become monsters, as you can see bits. ”

Speaking of this, the muse's face became obviously solemn, "There is also a saying that this power is a gift from God, and everything is taken from God, and it will be returned to God in the end. Others refer to the extraordinary as blasphemers, or soul-losers. It means that when you embark on this path, you have already lost your soul and are left with an empty body, and you will eventually enter the abyss. ”

Taking a sip of his drink, Muse looked up at Ron and teased, "You're not surprised, it seems that you've learned some of these things through some other means." ”

Ron was startled, and as he was about to reply, Muse waved his hand, "But that's fine, I'm usually troubled by work like a teacher. Okay, what do you want to know?"

Ron thought for a moment, "Demon power and sequences. ”

"You've learned a lot. The Muse said, "In almost thousands of years of recording and research, we have calculated the entire number of demonic powers, three hundred. Therefore, we summarize these demon abilities into a sequence, ranked from highest to lowest in order of their danger, which is called a sequence. ”

"Sir, you just said 'extrapolation'?"

"That's right, even for thousands of years, we can't know all the demon powers, and there are a small number of demon abilities that we haven't seen before, let alone what kind of abilities they have, what kind of effects, and how they exist. ”

Ron tried to ask, "Twins, for example?"

The Muse was silent for a moment, then he replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes, Sequence Five, Twins!"

Both of them fell silent, each thinking in their hearts, and for a moment they felt a little dull.

"But don't ask me how I figured it out," quipped the muse, holding his glass, "I'm just a little steward, not one of those gray-haired bachelors who go crazy all day." ”

Ron smiled as well, in fact he was about to ask the question.

"Any other questions?"

"What I still want to know is that all demon abilities are unique?"

"How is this possible!" the Muse quipped, "If the demon is the only one, then there can only be three hundred extraordinary beings in the whole world." And do you think I, as one of the three hundred extraordinary beings, will still sit in front of you and answer your boring questions?"

Ron was dumbfounded.

If you think about it, it is. If the sequence is unique, then it is incredible that you can get three sequences as a novice.

"Let me tell you this, almost every demon has the ability to have sharp claws and fangs, you won't not understand this kind of simple and obvious thing, right?"

Ron nodded.

"However, the higher you go to the higher the sequence, the fewer the number of demonic abilities in a sequence. And when it comes to sequence thirty-three, it goes all the way up, then its sequence is unique. ”

In other words, there is only one kind of demon energy from sequence one to sequence thirty-three, and there is more than one demon ability in other sequences? Ron meditated in his heart, Muse is really not a good teacher.

"Any other questions?" the muse snapped his fingers.

"I want to know, what you said in the interrogation room, the great Eastern dynasty three thousand years ago?"

The Muse was stunned, the question caught him off guard.

He had expected Ron to ask how to use the talisman correctly without getting lost, or what the name of the demon in Sequence One could be.

But I didn't expect him to ask such a stupid question!

The muse looked at Ron very seriously: "Ron, this young man in front of me, what I want to ask is, haven't you studied history?"