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Through the bestowal ceremony, Crane handed Miss Justice 2,500 pounds in cash and a gold-colored quaint mask provided by the "Hanged Man", and used the image of the "world" praying to tell the other party to complete the recipe and material transaction as soon as possible.

In the past two weeks, I have spent almost 5,000 pounds, which is enough money to support my old age if I had not left Tingen, and I would have been able to live on a regular basis with Mrs. Starling's family...... The puppet ruined his life, and he drank medicine for three generations...... Crane looked at the vast fog and the ancient palace that had returned to silence, and was a little stunned, as if something important had been lost.

He calmed down for a few seconds, returned to the real world, picked up the remaining £1,830 bills on his desk, and counted out six five-pound denominations.

Crane then took out a thousand pounds and placed them on top of the gray mist. Then he put the 30 pounds in his fully deflated wallet and solemnly tucked it into the inside pocket of his clothes.

For the other 800 pounds, he divided it into two stacks and folded them, one on each of his left and right pockets.

Immediately afterward, Crane pulled open the drawer, extracted two of the five deep-sea naga hairs that he had brought back to the real world in advance, wrapped them in layers of paper, and carefully packed them into the pockets of his clothes.

After doing all this, he grabbed his hat and cane, and in the glow of the gas street lamp at night, he went to the street corner, took a horse-drawn carriage, and went straight to the "Brave" bar in the area of Beckland Bridge.

In a noisy environment, Crane insisted on finishing the South Wil beer he wanted, and then slowly walked through the waves of boxers cheering him on, leaving the bar and getting into a cab.

Feeling the rolling of the wheels, he deliberately closed his eyes, and suddenly the sound of the window being tapped in his ears sounded.

Crane's facial muscles moved slightly, and he opened his eyes to look ahead, and saw that Miss Sharon, who was pale and delicate-looking, had sat quietly across from her.

Yawen Library

Without waiting for the other party to ask, Crane smiled and said:

"I sold the news you provided last time for a good price, the one in the Amun family mausoleum."

Sharon didn't speak, silently looking at him.

Leaning on his cane, Crane pulled two stacks of cash and a small ball of paper out of his pocket.

"800 pounds plus two deep sea naga hairs, a total value of around 1,000 pounds, this is what you deserve." Crane took a silent breath and handed over the cash and paper balls with a smile.

Sharon glanced at him and reached out to take both things.

She lowered her head, looked at the object in her hand, and asked in a vague and illusory voice:

"How much did you sell?"

"Two thousand pounds, one and a half." Crane chuckled.

If the "Heart of the Machine" only gives 1,500 pounds according to the original plan, then I will have to put some of it upside down first...... He thought to himself, rather gladly.

Sharon's bloodless palm flipped over, and the cash and paper balls disappeared.

She looked up, said "um", and asked succinctly:

"What's in the mausoleum?"

"I don't know, I didn't go." Crane did not reveal the help of the Magic Mirror Arodus.

At this moment, he felt that if he described the experience in detail, Miss Sharon would surely listen with one hand on her cheek, as she had done before.

This "resentful" lady seems to have a hobby of watching scenes and listening to various rumors...... Crane summed it up.

Sharon's expression did not change, and she was silent for a few seconds and said:

"Someone is digging a passage to the underground ruins."

"Huh?" Crane didn't know what the other party was talking about.

But he soon understood what Sharon's words meant by the underground ruins.

Well? Someone else digging tunnels there? The evil spirit inside is gone, and it must have taken everything with it when it left, so what else can I find now? Could it be that you can't afford to buy a grave?

A cold sweat broke out on Crane's back, and then an inspiration struck:

"What is that from the Baron?"

He had forgotten the name of the hidden Tudot descendant, except that he had a baronial title and lived on West Velas Street, where the Beckland Police Station was located.

"Hmm." Sharon replied in the affirmative.

"What is he looking for? Didn't he know there was an evil spirit inside? Didn't he know that the previous extraordinaries of their family had all died inside? Crane asked a few questions to himself.

Sharon sat quietly and replied earnestly:

"I don't know if he knows."

“…… How long will he have to dig through? Crane asked, thoughtful.

"For two to three months, he's just one person for the time being." Sharon gave her own judgment.

Whew, Crane exhaled a little:

"By the way, I have one more thing to tell you."

Sharon calmly turned her gaze to him.

"That underground ruins are empty."

"It's empty." Sharon repeated the phrase, and Crane could hear a hint of confusion in it.

Crane didn't know how to explain this, so he could only express his sincerity and innocence as much as possible: "I kept my promise and didn't mention the ruins to anyone. And, you know, I don't have the ability to get in there, and it's hard to even save my life. ”

"I got the news from one of my private channels, it was empty, nothing was left, I tried to verify the authenticity, and it turned out to be a serious price, and it was confirmed that the news was true."

Sharon looked at him without any mood swings, and Clenton felt dangerous, and everything around him seemed to be suddenly hostile to him.

But after only a few seconds, the feeling was gone.

"Hmm." Sharon didn't ask him what he was going to do, and his figure quickly changed and disappeared into the carriage.

Crane leaned back against the wall of the compartment, feeling relaxed.

I won't be mixing anything until I'm promoted to Faceling! He warned himself in his heart.

The materials for the "Faceling" potion have been pre-ordered, just waiting to be "shipped...... The external debt has been fully paid, and there is a balance of 1,000 pounds, so there is no need to worry about anything...... His mood was like sparkling wine precipitated, with the occasional glimmer of joy rising silently.

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Amon drove to the outskirts of Beckland, and after several successive thefts, he flashed to the outskirts of the manor area dozens of kilometers away.

He took a few steps forward, and found that the extraordinary power in his body was slightly suppressed, he did not resist, but gathered his spirituality, and took the initiative to contact the other party in the way he remembered, and sure enough, he successfully had an extremely hidden connection with something, and realized that he had come to the periphery of the Aurora Society, within the judgment range of the "Forbidden Lock".

Amon pinched his eyes and continued to walk forward calmly. In a short time, the wrought-iron gate outside the manor opened automatically, and the man standing in the shadows bowed to him.

"My name is Kersma, and I have the privilege of serving by the Lord's side." Seeing Amun look at him, the Dark Sage bent down even deeper, "I am flattered by your arrival, Your Highness Amun. ”

The Sage of Darkness played the role of the owner of the manor, and as such wore elaborate garments, with intricate patterns on his coat and meticulous ties, and glittering jeweled tie clips.

Cosmos was a devout believer, he was young when he became a Sage, and he looked to be in his twenties and thirties, making him a good fit to be a wealthy young merchant who managed a large estate and then became the talk of the social season with his mysterious identity.

Amon had no impression of this person, and vaguely remembered that he was a hard-working staff member of the Aurora Club. I usually hide in the shadows and can't see my face and clothes clearly, but now I still can't recognize myself when I change my outfit and stand in the sun. He didn't know how to respond to this theoretically "ontologically qualified" appellation, and it wasn't until he entered the door that he nodded slightly:

"Hmm."

"I'm here to say goodbye to my father."

This sentence made Kersma's heart tighten, whether it was her father or goodbye. He followed Amun step by step, his eyes fixed on the shadow of the Son of God, as if he had seen the scene where what he was experiencing now would become the content of the holy scriptures in the future.

In a somewhat agitated tone, he asked, "I see, do you need me to take you to the indoor chapel for private prayers?" ”

Is that an indoor chapel that only the top three of the monthly selection and His Royal Highness the Red Angel can enter......? Amon stole such a ray of thought from Kersma's mind, and while marveling at the current style of the Aurora Society, he also gained a deeper understanding of his own identity in the eyes of others.

He shook his head and said, "No." I went directly to see my father. ”

As they spoke, they had entered the open space in front of the main entrance of the manor, where gardeners were arranging the flowers and plants on both sides.

On closer inspection, the spiritual brilliance of this gardener rises and falls, his expression is sometimes reverent, sometimes serious, sometimes crazy, and his mouth is still muttering to himself, he should be a low-order extraordinary. It looks like they've just been promoted, or they can't control their abilities well. Naturally, this state could not complete the task to obtain credit, so it was assigned to trim the flowers and plants and expand the details of the manor.

Amon found it interesting and took a few more looks as he passed by. Kersma also involuntarily followed, only to see the believer suddenly turn his head, wearing a monocle in his right eye, and smile at him.

Shocked, Kersma then saw the monocle fall off and disappear into powder in the air. The believer froze for a few seconds, staring blankly left and right, continuing to clear the weeds while praying to the true Creator.

"Where does my father live?"

Seeing that Amon didn't take the episode to heart at all, the Dark Sage immediately thought of the special title "God of Mischief" mentioned in the Holy Scriptures. He praised the Lord in his heart, and then replied respectfully:

"The dwelling place of the Lord is behind the temple."

The god of mischief? That's right, the ontology does prefer the title of "God of Pranks" to "Angel of Time...... This person has a lot of ideas, but on the surface he is very calm...... Amon asked casually:

"Isn't the little temple you spent a lot of money on already smashed by the church? Done it again here? ”

The Dark Sage paused for half a second, and said in an unchanged tone, "Yes, His Highness Amun. Although it costs a lot of money, it is only a drop in the bucket compared to the importance of the glory of the Lord. ”

"No matter how many times we have been buried, slandered, or destroyed, since we have received the Revelation, let it be preached."

"Humans are really obsessed."

Amon deliberately spoke sharply, but he didn't steal anger or dissatisfaction with his words from Kersma's heart. He couldn't help but ask with some curiosity: "Humans build their dwellings very luxuriously because they want to show off their wealth, so is this the same idea for you to build a temple?" Showcasing the resources and financial resources of the Aurora Club? But the father did not live in the temple. ”

"Not really, Your Highness Amun, this is our way of showing our love for the Lord."

"The rich believers contribute precious stones and gold, and the poor believers contribute candles and candlesticks, or even a tablecloth or two, and a chair of wood, there is always something to help."

"Whatever is given is a testament to the believer's piety."

But the first thing people see is often the lavish decoration, which is the most direct awe - the reverence for money. Then you will realize that there are many absolute believers in the church with such assets. ”

Aroused by this topic, Amon turned to ask Kersma, "And what did you contribute?" ”

Kersma smiled proudly but unassumingly: "I contributed three candles on the altar. ”

"Sounds ordinary."

"It's not like that. It was a candle that I made with my own hands by burning my arms with fire, and with dried grease. ”

There was a crazy color in Kersma's eyes, and at this moment, from the content of his speech to his demeanor, he looked like a normal person's impression of the Aurora Society:

"It is my greatest privilege to be placed before the Lord with my flesh and my anointing oil as a candle!"

"Praise the Lord, praise you, Lord behind the Veil of Shadows!"

After speaking, he looked around vigilantly, lowered his voice and closed his eyes in prayer: "Praise you, you are the ruler of the vast astral realm. ”

The ruler of the vast astral realm is really nostalgic...... No, I shouldn't be nostalgic, the word nostalgic and this feeling don't belong to me. I was born more than 500 years ago, and I have never seen a glorious era, and it should be an ontological thing to be nostalgic. After I returned to Amon, was I affected by the occult connection again? Will I begin to lose my ability to distinguish myself and become a part of my fingertips again?

The identity of another Amon is imminent.

Then I should ...... Happy? No, in his father's current state, could the "Ruler of the Vast Astral Plane" really point to him? Perhaps this is just a means to connect yourself to the Creator and play the ...... in advance

It's weird. The more you remind yourself that "I was once the Creator", the more you prove that you are different from the Creator, right?

After an intermittent bout, Ksma quickly adjusted her facial expressions, returned to normal, and continued to lead the way.

"The temple is in a hidden corner on the second and third floors, and we have opened the two floors, re-cemented them, and hidden them with the seals that come with this house. If you want to go, I can take you. ”

"Oh."

Amon was so engrossed that he had followed Kersma to the door of the house before he knew it.

Ksma walked up the steps first and opened the door for Amon, who was about to enter when he suddenly saw a fire in the east of the manor, with an explosion and angry scolding and shouting.

Amon looked at Ksma with an inquiring look.

Ksma replied to Amon with a look that saw through the red dust: "That's Her Highness the Red Angel, she is training her men. ”

"When did she have a subordinate?"

"The Lord has prepared everything long ago, and is our fellow citizen of the Iron Cross." There were no outsiders here, so Kersma drew a cross on her chest, "Although we occasionally disagree with each other, we are all lambs of the Lord after all. ”

"So, on the third day of the return of His Highness the Red Angel, I asked the Lord's permission to send a message to the Iron Cross Society, allowing them to take the initiative to meet the great god of war, their future ruler."

…… It's very kind, but why are you complaining in your heart that the Predator-Blooded Cross Society is barbaric, rude, and unreasonable, clearly contemptuous of the Aurora Society's management system, and often deliberately provokes trouble? Since you need to complain and not suppress by force, then it proves that the strength of the people who come from the Predator Cross is not inferior to you, and it is normal for Medici to be unable to convince the crowd now...... said it was an audience, and sure enough, the hunters were a little prickly.

Amon stepped on the doorframe of the house with one foot, turned the other and turned to the east: "I want to go and see." ”

"Okay, please go this way."

Walking a few hundred meters, Amon came to a place that looked like it used to be a glass flower house, and now the ruins of a glass flower house, there are flowers, but not completely. There is glass, but not entirely, and as far as the eye can see, there are broken walls and black melted glass, and it looks like the compensation fee is staggering.

The area occupies one or two hundred square meters, and the ground is filled with a large number of gray and red cracks, hot and hot rocks, and it seems that it has become a place of activity for hunters.

A red-haired man sat on the roof of a half-collapsed glass house—a thickened and widened steel beam, elbows against his thighs, and a look of disgust and condescending to supervise the other three hunters.

Supervise them to zama step.

TBC

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Aurora will be on the set for the first time in a long time.