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In Queens, in a humble house, Mr. A's gathering of extraordinary people went on as scheduled.

Fluth and Hugh changed their attire, and accompanied Viscount Greint, who was wearing an iron black mask, into the hall and sat down at random.

Before the official start of the meeting, Viscount Graint preemptively wrote his request to the attendants and prayed to the goddess in the hope that someone would answer later.

Foirth was as languid as ever, and rarely wore a hood, covering his face with a shadow.

She was thinking about Mr. Lawrence. The old man suspected of being Abraham's family died in the hotel with his eyes closed, leaving behind a small "diamond" and a special notebook, begging her to give the relics to others. And what the eye-sized "diamond" was, she knew very well, it was an extraordinary characteristic left by the other party, but she couldn't confirm that it belonged to the sequence for the time being.

The notebook, Firth flipped through casually, and found that many of the papers were still blank, and the part with the contents was filled with all kinds of strange, strange, mysterious symbols and magical signs, which were completely beyond the scope of Firth's knowledge.

It doesn't matter what it is, what matters is that I keep my promises...... Furth admonished himself.

At this time, Mr. A, who was sitting on the single sofa and had an exaggerated hood, spoke hoarsely: "I have a task. ”

"Help me find some people who believe in the so-called 'fools.'"

Yes? Forthth came back to his senses.

"Fools?" The extraordinaries who attended Mr. A's meeting either chewed on the word to themselves or exchanged words with their peers to discuss whether they had met someone of a similar faith.

At this time, Mr. A asked the waiter next to him to hold up a blackboard with a few lines of words written in Rune:

"Fools who do not belong to this age;

"The mysterious lord above the gray mist;

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune."

As everyone looked at the blackboard, Mr. A said in a hoarse voice that was quite uncomfortable:

"Don't pronounce the above in Hermes, even less in Giants, Elves, Dragons, and Ancient Hermes, or even write corresponding descriptions in them, otherwise there is a high probability that something terrible will happen.

"Help me find those who believe in the 'Fools', and of course, they may also follow the 'Mysterious Lord of the Grey Mist', the 'Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune', and if you get a clue, tell me at once, and I will be rewarded more than you can imagine!"

This describes...... It sounds like an amazing being, but I've only seen similar names in the books of the Seven Gods! One of the party members exclaimed.

His companion shook his head and said, "Many cult believers will also have similar descriptions. ”

"Is it really a cult?" The other party members blurted out in amazement when they heard their discussion.

"It should be, generally speaking, the spirit creatures we summon may also have such three descriptions, but one of them must be 'who's who's curtaining' or something like 'what's unique to whom', it won't be in this form!" A member of the congregation who is well-versed in the occult gives the rationale.

Fools who do not belong to this era...... Isn't that the description I've seen on that piece of paper? I even dreamed of an evil spirit! Hugh, meanwhile, remembered the event that had left her mind, but her long experience as a bounty hunter kept her from revealing anything out of the ordinary.

While they exchanged ideas, Furth was completely dumbfounded.

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In the night, Crane, who was about to enter the bed, came to the gray mist again.

Rather sleepy, he was immediately awakened by the news told by Miss "The Magician".

"Aurora will know the 'Fool'? Know my honorific name? Is the 'True Creator' locked up on me? Crane sat up straight, as if he were facing a great enemy.

He quickly dismissed the last speculation, if the "true creator" had indeed locked him down, Mr. A would have already come to collect the copper pennies from the gas meter, and there might even be a sage.

That is, only the "Fool" and the corresponding honorific name are known, and the clues are in Beckland...... Who leaked the news? Kerkline frowned, thinking carefully.

Soon, he discovered a possibility:

Recently, only the little "sun" has recited my honorific name, and he has performed a sacrifice ceremony, which should have the symbol of the "fool", and the ancient palace above the gray mist...... So, the "True Creator" sensed the existence of the "Fool" and determined that I was the one who had blasphemed, wrong, harassed, and peeped at her before......

Also, the little "sun" had a "black eye" at that time, which contained the spiritual pollution of the "true creator...... Through this, she made it clear that my scrollers or believers haunt Beckland?

You can't take the "Black Eyes" out in the future!

And, what is Mr. A thinking when he is openly looking for the believers of the "fool" in a not-so-private setting? Fishing? Of course, there is one best way to deal with Mr. A, and that is to report it immediately, report Mr. A, report the illegal assembly! But this will definitely involve other innocent extraordinaires, and Mr. A can also search for suspicious people based on the reported party members. Judging from the attitude of the group of madmen in the Aurora Society, I am afraid that reporting this move will hit the wrong one...... Crane pondered for a long time, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind—

Why did he think so nervously about countermeasures? There are no "fools" and their followers in this world at all!

There is only one "fool" and the Roll and the Believer combined, and that is Crane himself!

Even there are only a few members of the Tarot Society, will Mr. A and Aurora find any clues...... I have nothing to worry about.

The only problem is...... The feeling of being stared at behind the back of an evil god...... Very bad......

He couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly, then calmed down and calmly responded to Falls:

"Don't care."

After receiving this reassuring answer, the apprehensive Fols breathed a clear sigh of relief. Later, she reported to the "Fool" about Abraham's contact with her, and was also answered.

After the conversation was over, at the top of the mottled table, Crane looked at the thick amount of cash in front of him and counted it carefully.

"Maria's thousand pounds came at the right time, and so did Capin, a little less impressive, but it was a successful enough magic show in terms of the results...... I now have 2,230 pounds, enough to buy a Sequence 6 extraordinary material in full, and I can have a balance of several hundred pounds. Of course, £1,500 is just the bottom line, and the actual transaction is often much more expensive than that......"

"Where else can I get money lately? As soon as the bicycle patent comes, a part of the shares will be sold? ”

"By the way, the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Werewolf' cannot be sold in Beckland for the time being, so as not to be discovered by the high-ranking powerhouses of the Rose School, but the next party will let the 'World' come forward and entrust Mr. 'Hanged Man' to peddle this item on the Sunia Sea, and pay for the corresponding commission.

"After deducting all the costs, the extraordinary properties of the 'Werewolf' can bring me at least 1,000 pounds, maybe the money for the two Sequence 6 extraordinary materials can be enough."

Crane quickly had an idea, and his mind settled down.

After contemplating the matter of promotion to Sequence 6 on the Grey Mist for a while, he returned to the real world.

245

Except that Amon is complaining, "How can that magician go to the Source Fort all day long?" Except for the smell of lemons in the mansion, Edward's life was peaceful and uneventful, as usual.

Riel came to lunch once, and was angry that he had become a free messenger of the Angel of Temperance, and then obediently found a place to coil it on the blanket in the living room, and Amon curiously put his hands on it.

Today he brought not a text message, but a more detailed journal full of more than one side.

In his journal, Richard briefly reported what he had done at sea for the past few days, and quietly hinted at whether he could make some more money. She reports on the "Blue Avengers", a team of pirates she found in Byam, captained by a Sequence 7 navigator whose ship is an interesting ghost ship with a unique pattern arrangement of the Tudor Empire and excellent self-healing abilities that are enough to earn a place in the museum. Richard was very satisfied with the ship, and felt that he would definitely be able to find the "abyss" and successfully complete the task assigned by the teacher.

Wednesday – tomorrow is the time for them to go to sea.

Richard was looking forward to the voyage, as she had never really sailed.

The part of the journal is over, and then he pins a paper clip to a note torn from a small notebook, on which is the charge for various materials, not only expressing that he absolutely did not secretly embezzle the experimental funds, but also vaguely hinting at whether it can be reimbursed.

"Tell her to stop scheming and hinting that she can be reimbursed when she finds the abyss." Edward said to Riel.

In Amon's hands, the demon cat, sometimes deformed and sometimes distorted, did not dare to move or struggle, and nodded again and again.

Edward read the reimbursement application and bill, flipped to the reverse side, and found that the handwriting was very new, it should have been written just yesterday.

In this section, Richard enthusiastically mentions a cultivator named "Frank Lee", emphasizing his brilliant creative thinking and personal planting experiments...... When he saw "Frank trying to cross cows with wheat so that cows could grow out of the ground", the Decaying King was alarmed by the doppelganger's shocking thoughts, cast his gaze, and slowly typed a "? ”。

Looking further down, the whimsical cultivator was also trying to breed fish whose blood was red wine, and Edward couldn't help but put down the letterhead, take off his glasses, cover his eyes with his hands, and fall into a dark deep thought.

"That's not right, right?"

She said to the equally silent Decaying King, "Aren't these ideas a little too far ahead of their time? ”

The Decaying King silently put down the newspaper in his hand, remembering what he had just seen, and thought for a few seconds.

"Compared to this ......"

"I'm more concerned about how this cultivator makes the soil nutritious from mother's milk, or how the wine has the ability to carry oxygen, if the fish can survive," said the god. ”

"I don't think it's likely." Edward put his glasses back on and read the passage again, "Richard has not seen the fish alive, and the cow has failed to cross wheat. Even if the extraordinary ability has completely departed from the biology of the old era, this kind of thing is not something that a low-order cultivator can do. ”

"Hmm...... If he is promoted to a demigod, can give life, can create races, then maybe it is possible. ”

The outer god sneered: "Yes, as long as the extraordinary ability is strong enough, there is no point in researching at all." ”

Receiving the disdain conveyed in his emotions, Edward also raised the corners of his mouth.

"I think we can just look at the situation and pass the time." It's really boring after all.

The King of Decay replied, "If only he could hold on." ”

"Isn't there a saint in the Pilgrimage Sect? I remember that he spent more than 50 years studying cross-breeding when he was in the middle sequence, trying to increase the yield of grains and vegetables. Richard came to report to us, took some of his old knowledge to help him, and in the end more than 50 years of hard work ended up being no better than the harvest priests of Mother Earth God Church. ”

Then he obediently promoted to demigod. The precinct is still far from Fenerport. ”

Edward couldn't help but laugh when he heard this. She didn't have facial recognition, but she remembered the high-spirited young man - because he was the first human to seek knowledge of plants from his own hands, and although he was sold by Richard, the Abyss Angel glanced at him from a distance out of curiosity. He spent most of his life doing research in ordinary people, and finally achieved results when he was dying.

Later, in Richard's debriefing, he seems to have gone to Fenerport with the research and seeds of which he was proud. Thanks to the existence of the Church of Mother Earth God, the higher education institutions there are extremely advanced in the study of biology and botany, surpassing any other country. And then...... Then there was no follow-up debriefing. It was only fifty or sixty years ago that Richard mentioned in a direct report to her that he had exchanged a drop of blood for the other party's research results, and had him complete the promotion ceremony of the "Voyeur" path sequence 4, completely analyzing the blood of mythical creatures, and becoming a demigod.

After most of his life, he forgot to sleep and eat, was born in the famine, and the obsession he had been obsessed with, and after more than fifty years of hard work, he had just seen a little encouraging result, and he was told that it was meaningless.

…… Fate, power, so cruel.

And the results of this voyeur's research are not completely useless. The seeds recorded and preserved from his experiments still shine on the plantations and estates of the Pilgrim Order, feeding the bellies of many people and saving large sums of money on food.

Because the Pilgrimage sect does not have it, and it cannot afford to hire a harvest priest.

"So it can't be said to be completely useless, can it?"

The outer god said, "It's just that it doesn't make sense in this world." ”

With this sentence as the end, they ended the exchange.

The Decayed King returned to his deep consciousness, and Edward set the letter aside and pondered his reply. She plans to ask about the rumors about the abyss in her reply, so that she can collect more at sea. And told Richard to stop scheming and asking for money, and if he didn't do well, he would pay out of his own pocket.

It was already half past three in the afternoon, lunch time was over, the demon attendants brought desserts and drinks, and the mythical creatures of the mansion began their afternoon tea happily.

TBC

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The "ancestor" mentioned by Frank in the previous chapter, one of the two saints of the Pilgrimage sect, who had jumped from the Morse ascetics, was the head of Lemberg.

Mysterie Pathway Sequence 3, Master of Prophecy, Pereas Lange.