631

In Port Prieze, a young man with black hair and black eyes, a thin face, and monocles rides a bicycle and staggers back to his doorstep.

With a distinct smile, he opened the newspaper box and took out the newspapers and letters inside.

Upon entering the house, the young man pinched the monocle in his right eye and opened the envelope as he went, reading the contents as he went, until he found an unsigned letter:

"If all of us in Beckland lose contact, it means that there is likely to be a hiding Pales Zoroaster near Berklund Street in the North End.

"Don't ask us why we should take risks, life always needs some excitement, fun and anticipation."

……

Wearing a straw hat with a wreath on his head, a local tarbala shirt and jacket, Amun bent over and watched intently as the brown-skinned locals dug up one small cyan crab after another, the size of a quarter-length palm, from the sand and sea, and loaded it into a basket he carried.

Whoever digs the crabs is alive. (emphasis added)

This small seaside city, which can be visited in half a day by bicycle, has not yet fully popularized all aspects of the Regulations on the Reemployment of Dead Creatures, and the newly built Church of the Grim Reaper has no zenith, and there is only a Sequence 7 and a few ordinary people in it.

The summoned necromantic creatures are usually enough to maintain law and order, and pull more creatures to participate in production activities, and that sequence 7 will be spiritually bottomed out.

It's really fresh to be a part of this kind of farmhouse-like activity, and while it's boring to do some inefficient things with humans most of the time, it's really inspiring to at least dig out some real food from a farmhouse activity.

In the research direction of "research and understanding that is most interested in human beings", Amon finally chose food. Because neither literature nor art is too abstract, and no matter how rich Amon's knowledge is, it is impossible to cover all the delicious foods in the world. And even if you can do everything through the clones, it is difficult to have a corresponding sense of reality between the clones, because they don't care. So, in order to find some pleasure in the boring and unchanging life of Amun, he began to turn his attention to the flavors and cuisines that he didn't know much about.

"Are you going to take it home and eat it?"

He couldn't help asking, and reached out to try to greet the little crabs crawling out of the basket, whose pincers could always cut through his fingertips at the slightest moment, catching the rest of his kind.

The civilians living on the coast of the Southern Continent laughed at this young man from the Northern Continent, who had been slightly tanned by the sun:

"Take it back and marinate it."

The "change of ownership", or "return", of the Sun's authority caused a stir among Amun's group, and there was also an all-Mongolian referendum to vote for an unlucky man to enter Trier to check the situation. The Ontology doesn't seem to be happy to see this, as she has always hated the True Creator, and has been relentlessly cleaning up the city-states in the Eastern Continent that have converted to the True Creator, destroying the only positive anchors they have. And the Angel of the Word was also difficult to parry, and she estimated that the real creator was actually the "dark angel" who also seized the benefits.

In the face of the Eastern Continent, which is now regaining the sunshine and may lead to a collective conversion, he is not clear about the idea of the ontology.

Hearing that the original honorific name "Lord of All Creation, All-Knowing and Almighty, One and Ten Thousand, the Beginning and the End, the God of the Gods, the Ruler of the Vast Astral Plane" can also cause a response with a certain probability, proving that the current real creator has overlapped with the original creator to some extent, Amon is a little curious about the idea of the ontology - does he feel that "the creator will return one day" and does it not matter, or does he feel angry that the "dark angel" has blasphemed his father?

He didn't know, but if nothing else, when the sun returned to the hands of the Creator, Amon felt a sense of relief, and he finally felt that this "father" could be called well.

Otherwise, even with Adam and history as witnesses, he will still feel awkward, and even continue to be influenced by ontological thinking, and constantly have a grudge against the true Creator.

Amon asked again in a skillful Dutan language: "This is so small, how can you eat it?" ”

As far as he knew, crabs were to be eaten with their shells.

"If you marinate it with spices and sake, it will be sweet and delicious next year. It can be made into soup or mashed to make seasonings. ”

"Eat in the shell? Mashed? ”

Amon poked these small crabs with his hand a few times, but the shells were very hard: "It takes a long time to marinate the shells to soften them, right?" ”

"Yes, it's probably months or even a year."

In other words, is it to save this year's food, and then take out the previously pickled ones and eat them? It's a very common way to store food...... Amon tried to conceive a thesis proposal in his mind, and some of them went out to do independent research for nearly a year and still hadn't even drawn the cake for the thesis proposal, which he didn't admit. But as soon as he put the manuscript paper in his mind, he was disrupted by the next sentence of the old man in the Southern Continent:

"Would you like to give it a try? Rice with rice marinated in blue crab and delicious soup, you are a kind and kind gentleman, and I will entertain you with the best container in the house. ”

Amon was alarmed in his heart, he immediately pinched his right eye socket, and said with a smile:

"I'd love to try."

"But, um, give me a normal bowl."

632

Crane took off his top hat and put it on top of his head, and a "teleportation" appeared in the office of a trustee of the "Rune Charitable Scholarship Fund" at 22 Pacefield Street.

Audrey had already changed back into a light green dress, and was holding a pen in a daze, reminiscing about every detail of the noon punishment operation, while Susie, the golden retriever, finished her mission and went out for a walk.

Suddenly, the aristocratic girl had a premonition and raised her head.

In her clear and turquoise eyes, a figure with black hair and brown eyes, a thin face, and profound facial features quickly reflected.

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The figure was wearing a white shirt, black vest, black pants, and black leather boots, with a grim expression, a top hat in his hand, and a slight bow on his body.

Audrey was stunned at first, but then remembered who it was.

Gelman Sparrow!

Although she hadn't met each other directly before, she had seen wanted notices in several newspapers where the portrait was unusually realistic.

Based on Miss Justice's reaction, Crane realizes that he has not changed back to Dwayne. Dantès, however, didn't care too much about this, let go of the palm of the top hat, straightened up, nodded and said:

"There's something I need your help with."

- His disguise was also stolen by Amon, but after the other party "restarted", he was returned, but he never bothered to change back to Dawn. Dantès.

Mr. "World", who is already a demigod, needs my help? He's mentally ill again and needs treatment? No, it doesn't look like ...... Audrey pursed her lips, put down her pen with some curiosity and expectation, stood up, and responded seriously:

"No problem."

Crane didn't say anything, and immediately walked over, grabbed Miss "Justice" by the arm, and then, the figures of the two disappeared inch by inch, and disappeared in place.

……

After dividing the spoils, Richard felt that this meeting was somewhat rewarding, and seeing that the other party seemed to have to find other helpers, he took a few dead time worms and his own small suitcase that had not changed for a hundred years to Dawn Dantès.

As for what to do with the people who have been parasitized by Amon, Richard feels that since this Mr. X can find an angel from the thief's path to deal with this Amon clone, it must be easy to steal the memories and adverse reactions of these people.

With one hand in her pocket, she fiddled with the trophies that had been tied up as munified worms, which was much better than the Spirit Wall, and could effectively prevent the spirit from escaping, and even weaken the extraordinary aggregation effect to a certain extent, but it was limited in what she could do.

"These things are easy to find sellers, and they can be sold for 10,000 pounds, and the extraordinary abilities of 'Error', 'Grafting', and 'Fate' are very useful no matter which one is drawn, and they can be made into charms and sold to adults who cherish life, or they can be sold to those families who secretly need 'Time Worms' depending on the situation......"

Richard hummed a little song, the corners of his mouth turned up:

"Hey, I wonder how many of these time bugs are actually from those families?"

"And who is that 'thief' angel? Anyway, it's not from the Amon family, it's a stranger outside history? ”

She walked a few steps down the street, admiring the much more depressed streetscape of Beckland than the previous one, showing limited sympathy for the civilian population and not being able to help gloating. Then, she stopped in front of a cake shop.

Richard's brow furrowed.

"Demons?"

The feeling of the adjacent path was too obvious, and the malice could not be hidden. The sign of the cake shop has the icon "Fetus Food Processing Factory" painted on it, and the poster has a mouth-watering selection of delicious pastries and a job poster. The food factory's business was also affected by the recession economy, but job advertisements still hung up, and job advertisements are now synonymous with hope.

From the cheapest 1p piece of honey square cake to a sole or so cream fruit cake, the Fertus Food Factory is open to all classes, even the middle class, who have been a little stretched thin during the war, are willing to buy a piece of honey cake or brioche bread for some cheap treats.

And now the best sales are leftovers sold in bags.

“…… The devil has already dared to enter the house? ”

Richard frowned and looked into the shop—there was nothing wrong with the cake and food, no chronic poisons, nothing undesirable, except for the purple-haired clerk who frothed at the ground like an epileptic after being swept by her gaze.

So that's the case, the devil has quietly climbed on top of people's heads, started a business, opened a factory, and bought people's lives with money...... They did so well and seamlessly, it is estimated that they have secretly established good relations with many nobles by giving away shares. And people's pursuit of them is the recognition of the demon's behavior, and people's ignorance of the dead is the permission to give the devil sacrifice.

It's a pity that the Rose School basically doesn't have this kind of business brain, and even moderation can't save their poor intelligence and vision.

In the final analysis, "self-control" is just a kind of play, a kind of high moral requirements for oneself, or a kind of social atmosphere, how can there really be idiots who use this scheme to govern the country?

Richard thought regretfully.

Many of them are not even in favor of immediately driving out the remaining Intis garrisons and forcing the new Intis government to recognize the independent status of the Highlands, and are still hoping that the New Intis Parliament will give the Highlands more human rights and status. If you have time to do this kind of unrealistic dream, you don't want to learn from the self-improvement Byron Empire next door, and you don't understand the law and the way to govern the country, is it meaningful to be a terrorist?

It's exactly the same as it was 200 years ago!

The temperance angels have affirmed their actions and opinions: "I am going on a business trip now, and you are waiting for me. "And when I got ready, I went back and showed my strength to the Rose School...... Prepare to convince people with virtue.

Just as Richard was pondering whether to sell the Worm of Time or convince people with virtue first after she returned, her attention was suddenly distracted again, and she subconsciously looked at the residence of Dawn Dantès just now, Berclund Street.

"It's you, Renette Tinicol!"

Feeling this familiar atmosphere, Richard almost laughed out loud:

"I'll just say why Mr. X has the aura and imprint of a prisoner's path high order, and I'll say why the moderation faction who is now fleeing to the Northern Continent seems to have the courage to continue to fight with me, so that I thought it was Sharon who had grown up, it turned out to be you, Renette!"

"You're a ...... Do your best! ”

Sure enough, even if you're dead, I still can't understand you. Obviously it's the state religion, and it's obviously impossible to get along in my own country, and I still have to hold that set of temperance shelves, I don't hate you for treating faith above the country, after all, piety is the only virtue of the gods...... I only hate people like you, who rightfully enjoy the country's offerings as a state religion, and who believe above the people of the country when you need to fight.

I thought that after you became a spirit creature, you would be able to keep to yourself, and when you died, you would stop thinking about participating in the battle of the living, but I didn't expect that it would come to this point and protect your remnants of the temperance faction.

What a pious and charitious love is worthy of admiration! Richard chuckled in his heart.

"Are you going to be a messenger? Or is it a contract creature? ”

"If Mr. X doesn't mind, I'll just kill Renette, and I'll just be a messenger?" Richard began to hehe again, and sneered like a certain demon, "It seems that keeping her can only allow the temperance faction to continue to split, and it still has to be dealt with." ”

"What are you laughing at on the road?"

A voice brought Richard back to her senses, and the memory of being distracted in class and being criticized by the teacher suddenly began to attack her. Richard immediately showed an impeccable business smile and looked ahead without changing his face—

"Why are you holding a horn?"

"To run errands, you need a horn."

Edward glanced at his unscrupulous PhD student angrily, "Why are you there?" ”

"I'm here on a business trip."

"Idle now?"

Richard hesitated for a moment to run away, showing that she was busy and had a lot to do to avoid the teacher's call, but she still chose to tell the truth and tried to make a condition: "Idle, do you need a temporary job?" ”

"If you're idle, find a good street lamp for me to hang up these loudspeakers, and pay you when you're done." Edward casually tossed the things in his hand, "There's a city-wide radio to listen to later." ”

Richard picked up the horn and found that it still had the logo of the Pilgrimage Sect's workshop: "Radio? It was as if she had heard the only storm demigod roar overtime.

"The radio, to prevent the broadcast from being pinched in half. Aurora will be broadcast. ”

"What's the content of the broadcast?"

"About the Great Smog."

Edward still couldn't help but laugh: "All the details about the confession of the perpetrator of the Great Smog and the cooperation with the royal family of Augustus. ”

Richard froze.

Richard almost broke his temperance and looked up to the sky and smiled.

"I'm going to find the best broadcasting spot in all of Bakeland, and I'll put one on top of the statue of William I later." The temperance angel's eyebrows fluttered, "Only Beckland?" Isn't that okay? The kingdom of Rune is so big, can't every city put it? ”

"There are members of the Aurora Society in other cities to help, so you don't have to worry about it."

Edward glanced at his watch: "Ten minutes later, the announcement will start on the hour, by the way, you can stay in Beckland if you have time, my prophecy...... You can think of it as a prophecy, the prophecy shows that Beckland is going to die a lot today, and there is a fireworks to look forward to. ”

"Really?" The corners of Richard's mouth were almost gone, "Then I'll have to stay and see." ”

tbc

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Richard: Okay! Good! Good! Good!