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At the very beginning of losing the Sequence 1 trait, the Decayed King was somewhat depressed.

This feature has just been in hand for less than half a month, and he was forced to cut off his tail to survive, and he has just finished his enthusiastic exchange with the Fabuti remnant spirit inside, leaving his own imprint. But the god had to bow his head under the barrier, not to mention, although it was not impossible, but he could not kill the goddess of the night right now.

After a brief period of mood swings, the Decayed King regained his composure. He is not an ordinary angel, and under the premise that he is sealed with 0-level power, he does not need to collect three sequences of one and uniqueness as required by the ritual in order to be promoted to the true god, and he only needs one of the sequences (existing) and uniqueness. If you can reduce your danger by discarding a dispensable sequence, you will be earned.

If you think about it carefully, this is probably the reason why no one cares about Siea so far, and the missing part of the "prisoner" sequence is in the hands of the seven gods. It is precisely because he knows that Si'a cannot become a true god that he is not worried—it is not a problem if he can't become a god anyway. And because the prisoner lacks this sequence one, he will choose to take the demon path.

The projection existed for a limited time, and after a short period of divergent thinking, the Decaying King began to recall and list the current information, analyze the current situation and possible next moves:

"The Goddess of the Night should have been convinced that I was the Mother Tree's Dependent, and losing the sequence is a big enough lesson for any angel, so as long as I am careful during this time, I will be a demon with my tail between my legs, and it will be relatively safe if I don't continue to pretend."

"He doesn't know my authority, he doesn't notice my projection of the aftermath that is still in the outside world."

"Thank you, Mother Tree."

"In this way, my plan was successfully achieved. The true Creator will continue to regard me as a relic of the past, and in the eyes of the Seven Gods and the Church, I am a foreign god, on the same level as Siea. As long as I don't relax the pollution of the real creation, this information gap will not be discovered. Hey, Si'a is not dead, it can be seen how big the gap between the seven gods is, then I have nothing to worry about at the moment, it's a big deal that I will also go to the Southern Continent. ”

"There is only one difficulty, and that is that I have a premonition that a man-made disaster will occur in Beckland, and now that the night has driven me to a hidden town, how can I get out reasonably and return to Beckland in that time."

"Outer God Favor, Sequence One, there's no reason why I can't get out, it's really troublesome to want to exploit the hidden loopholes of the True God level, but you can find an opportunity. I'll just be locked up for a few days, and then I'll just walk out. ”

As he spoke, Amon had already "closed" the house, and the owl stood on the open window with a glass bottle in his mouth, revealing the relatively rustic decoration of the dusty mansion in the cracks. The house has been idle for as long as you have lived here, to say nothing for more than twenty years.

The King of Decay suddenly said, "Amun." I'm in the spotlight right now, and you should probably return to Amun's community as soon as possible. ”

Amon was stunned, he touched his silver and gold crystal monocles, and touched the shell wind chimes that he had just bought and had not yet hung, a little incredulous, and even showed a sluggish and painful expression when he secretly played with toys in class and was confiscated by the head teacher.

"Okay."

He was a little disappointed, but he agreed.

As for the return to the Amun community, they had already discussed the solution. The typist has been isolated from the world for nearly two hundred years in the hands of the outer gods, and has long since been crossed off the list of Amun, but each Amon has his own corresponding doppelganger fate, and if he suddenly returns to the group, perhaps all Amon who meets him will be able to see this fate that is going strangely and does not see the future.

Therefore, the solution is simply not to disguise, not to fake, not to deceive, and to directly let the typist replace the fate of a deceitful mentor Amun, who is also in sequence 3, and go back openly.

"I won't be out of the outside world for a while, you can find an opportunity to continue to operate with the owl, stay in the house and move, and slowly get closer to the target we locked down earlier, the municipal librarian who lives in East Chester County."

"You can wait for me to come out before you do it, or you can try to kill another self yourself, I don't know when I'll be able to get out."

"Kill another self?"

I haven't been with other Amon in a long, long time, and it's a little hard to think of the other Amon as my own, will they like shells? Would you like crystal and diamond accessories? Would you like Ludo and old-time mythology? Can you understand my thoughts and hobbies?

After thinking about it for a long time, the typist shook his head: "I'll wait for you to come." ”

"Because only the ontology has the power to deal with us."

The King of Decay looked at him, feeling the turmoil, and finally said, "Yes." ”

"Considering that I'm just a projection, the blessing I promised you may have to be discounted. This will hone your acting skills even more, rest assured, no matter what, your ontology will not be able to see the traces of the incongruity of your fate. ”

The typist stopped talking, his expression suddenly tense, but he still lowered his head: "Okay." ”

The outer god nodded, and the light that dissipated from his body into a spiritual fell on Amon, who didn't feel any change, but only felt as if his attributes in all aspects had been slightly improved.

At the last second when the figure of the outer god disappeared, he felt something in his heart, and couldn't help but ask softly: "Until now, I have only touched some specious skins, which is far from the so-called human nature. ”

"Do you think I can really understand what a human being is?"

The outer god glanced at him, and then turned his head away expressionlessly: "Possibility does not represent fate, don't ask me." ”

"That's your future. Your way, if you don't walk out on your own, who can see it? ”

337

By the time Leonard stepped into the Red Glove team's base, the others had already arrived, and Soster had a plan of action and a few Red Gloves around the desks by the wall to discuss if there were any mistakes.

"Leonard, I'm waiting for you, I'm about to go on a search mission, how are you doing?"

In the church in the dark night, Leonard didn't have to worry about his voice being discovered, he pulled his collar and showed a smile: "I'm okay with my form, Captain Sost, how long will it be before we leave?" ”

Seeing that his team members had become much calmer, Sost was also in a good mood, and nodded: "Eight minutes later." Alyssa is collecting the seals needed for this mission. After speaking, he reminded again: "Although it is a search, we must also maintain 100,000 vigilance, and it is difficult to guarantee that something unexpected will happen." ”

"I understand."

After all, this mission is actually equipped with a level 1 seal, so you can imagine how much hidden danger there will be. This kind of task is the most difficult to do, if you can't investigate anything, it will almost count as a mission failure, but if you really investigate something, it is very likely to immediately establish a connection with some hidden existence, a fatal connection. Therefore, there can be no relaxation in the slightest.

Leonard replied succinctly, and seeing that Sost continued to discuss with the others, he consciously walked over to the empty chair in the room and prepared to rest for a while.

At this moment, a tall, graceful figure came to Leonard's side, and the dress brushed against his shoulder.

This behavior made Leonard, who was slightly lowered and looking at his feet in a daze, already know who it was, he raised his head, and greeted his acquaintance without surprise: "Good evening, Ms. Daly." ”

"Good evening, future 'Secima'." The blue eyeshadow bewitching and beautiful Dali made a little joke, stood calmly beside Leonard, and chatted with him casually, "What's the matter, you smell like a piece of damp moss, is it raining outside?" ”

"Yes, it rained lightly during the night, and I got a little wet on the way here."

Leonard shrugged his shoulders so that Dali could see a palm-sized wet mark from his shoulder to his back, and he also half-jokingly said: "You will definitely not be able to use an umbrella when you go on a mission in a while, and you will have to take a hot bath when you go back, and you will have to wash all your clothes." ”

"I'll have to light the fireplace, or I'll probably not be able to dry my coat and shirt for a week in Beckland."

Hearing this, Daly nodded thoughtfully, in the cold and damp winter of Beckland, the stove is simply an indispensable item, burning almost all day, and it is no wonder that the council has been vigorously promoting smokeless charcoal to reduce pollution during this time.

Then, she laughed and teased: "Mr. Mitchell, I suggest that you prepare more clothes with special personality, which will help you find the lady you like and keep her heart." ”

Ms. Dalie! What are you talking about! You're still here! - The word "personality" that Daly refers to is not the one used in everyday language, but it is very characteristic of Dali to use synonyms with other meanings.

Therefore, Leonard suddenly entered a state of being struck by lightning, shocked and frightened, and the goosebumps on his back were all immediately stirred, and bursts of heat rushed from his spine to his cheeks.

I don't know if it's because of his own weak heart, the red gloves around him who gathered to chat in twos and threes immediately began to wander, and the corners of their eyes drifted to the two of them from time to time. Daly smiled and didn't care, Leonard deserved to force his composure to continue to look down at his toes, counting how many holes there were in the belt that held the boot cover in place, and after a while, he calmed down a little, and tried to explain to Dalie:

"Ms. Dai Li, I think you misunderstood, I don't have a favorite lady, and I don't have the idea of attracting a favorite lady."

"I'm just trying to change myself, for example, in terms of image."

He felt that he could no longer use the Honourable Sesima as an excuse to move out, or Dalie's next sentence would probably be, "Then you are trying to go after the man you like?" "How is it possible, I'm not Deacon Iconser!

…… Ah, I'm sorry, Deacon Iconser, I'm not accusing you!

After saying this, Leonard was ready to continue to be teased by Dai Li, but she didn't want the smile on Dai Li's face to gradually become lighter, she no longer looked at Leonard, but tilted her head and stared at a corner where no one was.

It took more than ten seconds for Daly to turn her head back and say to Leonard, "You've really changed a lot. If I had said this to you in Tingen, you would have blushed and jumped up, then couldn't speak clearly and fell with your left foot and your right foot. ”

Tingen ......

Time takes away some things, it also takes away sorrow and memories, but some exceptions. Even time can't overshadow them, and these things will stick in their hearts like a needle, a nail, deeper and deeper, until they become a tacit secret.

The wound seemed to heal, but fresh blood always flowed out when it was played.

Leonard's expression was also a little lonely. He stared at his feet, as if trying to find the sixth hole in his belt.

Then he heard Dai Li smile narrowly: "Of course, it is possible that young Mr. Mitchell may not understand at all, and only knows to stare at me with innocent eyes." Sure enough, you've made a lot of progress elsewhere. ”

…… Ms. Dai Li——!

！

This sentence immediately extinguished the small flame of sorrow that had just risen in Leonard's heart, and just when Parles burst into an uncontrollable laugh in Leonard's mind, Sost, who had been pricking up his ears to eavesdrop on the team's conversation, stood up in time, coughed lightly, and saved Leonard, who was in great distress:

"It's time."

"The seals are in place, let's go now."

Hearing this, Leonard breathed a sigh of relief, and Sost's back immediately became infinitely tall in his heart.

……

Ten minutes later, the night watchmen arrived outside the target house.

"Residents of 5 King Street in Joe Wood are suspected of being associated with demons," Leonard hid in the dark, recalling the contents of the anonymous report. Strictly speaking, this letter is ridiculously short, only this one sentence, but it contains a lot of information.

In normal times, such letters would not be paid special attention, and they would only routinely send night watchers to observe and investigate the source of the report letters, and perhaps they would even find out that cult members were pouring out each other. However, this is a special period, and the serial murders and the assassination of the Duke committed by the "Apostle of Desire" and his accomplices are still vivid, and at first glance, seeing the report letter from the demon-related people, Archbishop St. Anthony decided to send the Red Glove to investigate directly after the ritual of praying to the goddess.

For the time being, it is not certain whether the "related person" is a "demon", so Sost did not apply for the right to use the silver armor in the first place, not to mention that this item is too noisy to use, and it is impossible to disperse the residents of hundreds of meters around.

Thorst sent the news of the start of the battle to the Red Glove Gate through a dream, and the Level 1 seal began to operate, and the entire villa and the surrounding environment became more shadowy, and the Red Glove felt more relaxed.

According to the plan, one of the "Nightmares" took the lead. His figure twisted and crept up on the steps, on the side of the door's bearing, and he leaned his back against the wall, clinging to it like a shadow.

"I Have a Catalogue of Ghosts and Gods"

The doors of the villa slowly opened, revealing the dark interior of the house, with a thick layer of dust piling up on the floor and furniture. If it weren't for the dream, you Red Gloves would have been able to imagine the dust kicked up by the opening of the door, and it seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

And while the dust is heavy, it's very, very clean.

There were no footprints, no fingerprints, no signs of activity, and the dust was evenly thick, as if even the wind had never entered.

"There are fresh scratches on the windowsill."

After confirming that there was no one in there, and no one around was secretly observing, a red glove alerted.

"Maybe it's just a normal bird, or a trace left by an animal." Sost saw the shallow scratch, and although he didn't pay attention to it, he said, "Take it with you when you get out of the dream." "It means to take the windowsill off.

The Red Gloves entered the house one after another to investigate, but there was really no trace of anything in the two-story single-family villa except dust, so they quickly came out again after entering.

"Nothing?"

At the end of the investigation, in the dream, Sost couldn't help frowning: "Either the report letter is lying, or the other party notices that we left first." Considering that it is a demon relative, my guess leans towards the latter. ”

The Red Gloves also said they had no other opinions.

Leonard wrinkled his brow and whispered a few words, listened attentively again, and finally hesitantly said to Sost:

"Captain Sost, this house is in disrepair, if it is in a small city, or a holiday house in the countryside, it is probably possible that it will be uninhabited for decades."

"However, this is Beckland, a villa in a prime location for wealthy merchants and aristocrats, and if it has been abandoned for so long, the residents of this neighborhood must have relevant common sense."

Thorst bowed: "Go on." ”

"I mean......" Leonard scratched his head, his expression a little tangled and annoyed, "Captain, I can't tell you how this feels,"

"I have a guess that if the report isn't lying, and someone actually lives here, then he probably actually lives in this house."

Seeing that all his colleagues looked puzzled, Leonard hurriedly finished speaking: "At the same time, he doesn't live in this room...... Hey, I don't know what to say! He does live in the house, but not on the floor where the furniture is located? ”

"Maybe it's like ...... What about the spirit world? Same coordinates, but in different dimensions? ”

After saying this, Leonard saw the surprised or exclamatory looks of his colleagues, and Captain Sost looked at him approvingly.

At the same time, he heard an old but slightly pleasant grunt in his head.

TBC

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Seeing that both the typist and Leonard have grown, I am really relieved, very relieved!