Back to reality.

Chen Lun rubbed his temples, but the pain did not decrease.

Fortunately, [Maggie's Tears] continued to provide a healing effect, making him feel cold for a while, and the discomfort gradually eased.

"The book...... There are still many secrets waiting for me to explore, and I will slowly study them later. ”

He held "Philip in Wonderland" in his hand and held it close to the [Sting] bookmark.

In the next second, the green light flashed, and the book disappeared, already bookmarked.

Chen Lun then put the bookmarks and the things on the table into the dimensional space of the grape ring and kept them with him.

After doing all this, he went to the bathroom and washed his face.

By the light, Chen Lun looked at the handsome guy in the mirror and showed a bright smile.

"My current strength ...... I think I'm almost at the limit of [Sequence 8]. ”

He wiped the drops of water with a towel and muttered:

"Promotion is the pinnacle? Heh......"

It's not enough!

Chen Lun hung up the towel, went back to the room to change into pajamas, and lay on the bed.

"Add points!"

He rested his head on his hands and looked at the ceiling.

Their attributes have slowly risen, and the short-board effect is not as obvious as at the beginning, so there is no need to use all the attribute points as hole card reserves as before.

Dexterity has reached the threshold of 50 points for the low sequence, and there will be a reward penalty if you continue to add more, so Chen Lun set his sights on other attributes.

35 points of strength, which is an upper-average level for a [Sequence 8] transcendent, but he is not satisfied. In a way, his strength is equivalent to the lethality of hand-to-hand combat, and his speed is extremely fast, and it would be even better if his strength kept up with it a little more.

So he drew 5 attributes, pulled his strength to 40 points, and entered the upstream level of [Sequence 8].

Then Chen Lun added the remaining attribute points to endurance and intelligence, endurance determines his physical strength and resistance, and intelligence affects the strength bonus of skills, these two attributes become more and more important as he is promoted.

17 points of attribute are reasonably distributed, endurance reaches 31 points, and intelligence is 30 points, all of which are relatively average.

As for faith?

Chen Lun said he didn't need it.

Beliefs influence primarily skills such as theology and prayer, and tend to favor church clergy. If you are favored by the gods and send down graces, you may have a chance to gain greater power.

But these have nothing to do with Chen Lun, he would rather believe in his fists.

"And the planning of the side career, well......"

Chen Lun groaned.

At the beginning of the crossing, he was still very weak, and every bit of strength was extremely valuable, so he did not hesitate to upgrade the [fisherman] brought by the original body to the full level.

But as the strength grows, this subclass seems to be a bit of a lag, and it's time to replace it.

Because in the low sequence stage, the player can have a maximum of two subclasses, and increasing them will result in a reward penalty, and they need to pay more experience points to improve, and the gains outweigh the losses.

The best thing to do at the moment is to replace it with something more suitable.

"It's not hard to get rid of a subclass, but what ...... replace it with?"

He pondered.

There are many ways to wash away the sub-profession, and Chen Lun has no less than ten in his mind, but only for the first time. From the second time onwards, there is also a corresponding punishment.

Therefore, before replacing, Chen Lun had to think carefully about it.

"It's nice to have a sub-class, it's just ......"

Something suddenly occurred to him, and a strange expression appeared on his face.

Because of that sub-profession, most of it comes from the Red Apple Church.

……

Hypericum Women's School.

Staff dormitories.

A middle-aged man stood in the middle of the room, quietly looking at the detached body of Marjery on the ground.

"Greed is the original sin of the earth, and I have taught you many times, Marjery."

He sighed.

If Chen Lun saw him, he would recognize that this was a man who had a relationship in the black market of the port. Rebecca's history teacher, Professor Molimer.

Molimer took a small box of matches from his bosom, took one out of his fingers, and gently lit it.

The flames flickered.

Immediately afterward, he reached out his other hand and made a strange gesture towards the corpse.

Rushing......

The sound of pages turning rapidly could be heard out of thin air.

The tables, chairs, beds, and ornaments in the room, including Marjeri's body, all emerge in illusory silhouettes, and then constantly change and flicker.

The phantom gradually formed the illusion of going back in time with the swing of skipping frames, and the scenes became historical retrospectives, showing in front of Molimer-

Marjery's illusory shadow opened the door in a panic, preparing to leave, when suddenly a pitch-black palm stabbed through the door, separating his body.

Just as the killer prepares to step through the door, Mollime can see him for what he really is.

Rumble!!

Professor Molimer snorted.

All the illusions in front of him began to crumble, and the figure of the murderer dissipated.

"Transcendent countermeasures?!"

His eyes narrowed, and blood spilled from the corners of his eyes.

The flames began to fluctuate violently, as if they were about to be extinguished in the next second.

"You can't look at his history anymore, otherwise it will cause an even greater backlash ......"

Molime thought to himself.

He increased his extraordinary power to keep the history going back, but immediately chose to divert the target and put it on the letter written by the student Mageri.

I saw countless ashes floating out of thin air around me, and then thousands of birds gathered like nests and flew towards the match in Molimer's hand.

A pitch-black letter slowly returned to its original form in the flames, and Professor Mollime took out the phantom and skimmed it quickly.

"Hmm...... Spade? ”

With a flick of Molimer's hand, the flame in his hand was extinguished.

Rushing......!

Then all the phantoms in the room returned to silence and returned to normal.

Far away at the other end of the inner city.

Bradley Place.

Because it was built by the Earl of Bradley, it was named after him.

This is the busiest downtown area in the inner city, and the most exclusive stores in Amber City are located here. There is a lot of traffic near the square, and you can often see the carriages of the powerful passing by here.

There is a lavishly decorated gallery on the side of the square, and the gate is facing the square.

Its signboard reads "Time Amber".

The gallery was very quiet, and the guests consciously kept silent, silently admiring the paintings on the walls. Occasional communication between fellow travelers is also deliberately lowering the volume.

At the end of the gallery is the backs of two men, standing in front of a large oil painting, looking up and admiring.

The man in this painting is a brown-haired young man in a military uniform, turning away in a corner of the battlefield, in sharp contrast to the many charging companions.

The corner of the oil painting, which has its name "The Deserter", is written by Beckman.

"Your assistant is dead, and you commemorate him in this way?"

The man in the black suit asked.

"Roderick, although I regret it too, this is the greatest respect for him."

The man in the white suit chuckled.

"This is a big moment for Viguray to go from being a boy to a man, and I'm sure he'll love it."

Roderick looked at the gallery owner, and there was no sadness on his face.

Cold-blooded?

That's right, too.

If Beckman wasn't a cold-blooded man, he wouldn't have worked with him.

"I once gave him an autograph as a help, but in the end he died...... Of course, I saw the murderer in the eyes of that painting. ”

Beckman said.

"The murderer should be in the association you organized by now."

"Oh? I think I know who it is......"

Roderick thought for a moment and said.

"I'll help you keep an eye on him when the clean-up operation begins, as if it were revenge for your assistant.

In exchange, I need your help in suppressing Molimer, the head of the History and Ritual Society' branch in Amber City. ”

Beckman smiled, shook his head and said:

"A low-ranking ant is not my enemy, and it is not worth my help."

Roderick frowned slightly.

"Don't forget that I'll also help you capture the traitor 'Fieri' of the Church of the Sun, isn't this person very useful to you?

Although I am a special commissioner in the shelter, I can't cover the sky here, and you should understand how much pressure there is. ”

"He's just a target of the 'circus' organization, not mine......

Of course, in order to maintain my image as a good member of the circus, I will try to accomplish this. ”

Beckman said.

"When the time comes, I will fulfill my original promise to help you destroy this transcendent organization......

But I won't do anything about your clean-up, and at most I'll 'inadvertently' convey the news to the Red Apple Church, believing that the Newman Bishop is interested. ”

Roderick groaned and nodded.

The Red Apple Church has been frantically hunting down the History and Ritual Society recently, and if Bishop Newman intervenes, it is believed that Moremer will be doomed.