In reality.

Grandin, who was sitting in a high-backed chair in the study, opened his eyes, and the last trace of quicksand faded from the depths of his eyes.

He felt something in his head swelling dramatically, the knowledge he had gained after his arrival!

These chaotic and mysterious knowledge almost burst him.

"A gift from fate, the price is really high...... I need to rest now and take a longer time to digest my knowledge! ”

Grandin smiled wryly and stood up on the table.

His brain is now unusually active, naval battles, slave ships, prayers, faith, currency, ...... All sorts of ideas exploded in his mind like fireworks.

Even the capabilities of a 'machine' cannot process so much information at the same time.

His body began to disconnect from his brain, and his movements began to be out of tune. Before he could completely become a rolling hoist, he reluctantly moved to the chaise longue. Then he pulled out a blanket and pulled out a 'Sleep Charm', activating it with what little spirit he had left:

"Sleep!"

The sleeping power of tranquility instantly enveloped the room, and Grandin fell asleep with a hideous expression on his face.

"Smack."

The gaslight was turned off by the 'Flesh Badge', and the study was completely darkened.

......

"On July 8th, I'm glad I'm still human."

After writing this sentence in his journal, Grandin leaned back in his chair and rested for a while. Everything that happened in the early hours of the morning was too exciting for him. When he arrived, the feeling of omnipotence was so intoxicating that he almost forgot who he was.

"I'm Grandin Ouder. is a normal Sequence 7 'Lucky One'. ”

After repeating this several times, self-awareness is strengthened. He picked up his cup and took a sip of his coffee.

It's half past ten on Sunday morning. The weather in Beckland was just right, and Grandin was in good spirits. Aside from the fact that his temples were still bulging, the excess knowledge had no effect on him more.

He began to write his thoughts in his diary:

"Faith also has power. In other words, the spirituality of those ordinary people can converge into rivers and seas by relying on common beliefs. If they are restrained by will, they can become an unstoppable torrent. ”

At this, his head began to throb again, so he slowed down, looked up, and began to study the lines on the oak tree outside the study.

He was deeply impressed by that naval battle. Those 'ordinary people' who did not have the thread of fate on their heads actually allowed themselves to descend into that sea area with their own will and faith alone.

Grandin, who was happy to mention the 'free trial card', learned how the high-level Extraordinaire fights, which will allow him to avoid many detours in the future.

Feeling quite rewarded, Grandin finally wrote in his diary:

"Nothing can be accomplished by those who are strong-willed."

The handwriting is sonorous and powerful.

"But the effect of the 'Sleep Charm' seems to be more akin to a coma or a stupor? It's still a bit far from a good night's sleep, so let's try it with the 'Dream Charm' next time." ”

After experiencing it firsthand, Grandin finally had a say.

The sound of running 'pedaling' came from far and near, and Wiggins's voice soon came from outside the study:

"Sir, there's an extra letter in the abandoned building."

He said as he knocked on the door.

Grandin put the diary in the tin box, which he put in the third drawer under his desk.

"Please come in."

Early this morning, he sent Wiggins to the abandoned building in Joewood and sent a message to his informant asking to meet.

Now there's finally a reply.

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With sweat still on his face, Wiggins walked into the study and took the letter out of his canvas bag.

Grandin took the letter and opened it with a letter opener.

On the rough stationery, there was only one line of writing -

"At noon, in the central square of Joewood, under the Clock Towers."

Grandin shook the envelope to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

Considering the traffic conditions on the weekend, Miss Hugh's scheduled meeting time seemed very urgent.

"This fiery character......" he tossed the letter into the brazier and lit it with a match, "thank you, Wiggins." ”

Wiggins straightened his cap, "Sir, there's been something strange in the East Side lately...... It's like before a rainstorm, depressing and boring, sir, do you think it's normal? ”

Grandin looked at the orange fire burning in the brazier:

"I don't know, but I think maybe something has already happened. Please be careful during this time and bring it with you if you feel it is dangerous. ”

Grandin gestured with his thumb and forefinger for a 'gun'.

Wiggins shrunk his neck, said yes, and left. He's going to keep all his companions informed of the news so that they're all careful lately.

Grandin went to the cloakroom and put on a light khaki jacket. He didn't like this color very much, and he didn't wear it much after buying it. Then he picked out a simple soft hat and hid the lead box with the pendant in his arms.

In the foyer, he meets Cosette, who is cleaning.

"Sir, are you going out?"

Cosette folded her hands in front of her and looked at Grandin, who was preparing for the door.

"Yes, I received an urgent message, I don't have to wait for lunch." Grandin went into the kitchen and picked up the leftover bread from a morning's meal.

"I prepared a new dish today...... Pepper, pepper, mixed cheese spread on toast......" Cosette followed the kitchen and introduced the dishes.

But in the end, she still bent down and bowed slightly:

"Please be careful on the road."

"I'm out of the house."

Grandin thought that his 'little luck' must have been activated when he wasn't looking.

In the central square of Jowood, the doves that represent peace leisurely peck at the crumbs of bread dropped by passers-by.

Grandin sat in a bench chair by the fountain with his hands in his trouser pockets.

In a few moments, a newsboy wearing a peaked cap sat next to him. He straightened his legs, then took the sandwich out of his canvas bag and ate it.

"What's the matter with me?" The sound is crisp, and this is Hugh.

"A commission." Grandin looked at the fat pigeon in the square, his lips opening and closing slightly, "I need you to take this item to the East End Black Market and sell it." ”

Grandin placed the lead box on the bench and, with a flick of it, delivered it to Hugh.

"There is a certain danger to this commission. You have to disguise yourself as a thief and sell your 'stolen goods' on the black market. I'll be watching you from afar. ”

Grandin thinks that with the Aurora Society's faith in the Lord, they will not tolerate this item being left behind. On Saturday, before he did, he went to Remy's office to rummage through the 'hermit' who was lurking.

Mr. A's lack of information channels in the East End just saves him a lot of trouble, otherwise it would be troublesome if he catches a 'shark'.

"You're using me as bait?" Hugh stuffed the lead box into her canvas bag, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but turn her head and glare at Grandin.

"100 gold pounds."

Grandin looked at the clock on the bell tower and yawned.

"When will you do it?" Her expression was eager to try.