After a night's rest, Gleilynt felt his spirituality renew.

He enjoyed breakfast unhurriedly, and after returning from the cheap room that matched his disguised identity, he came to the deserted alley again yesterday, his wrist flipped silently, and his figure gradually faded.

Beckland, Bridge District.

After taking a short time to inquire about the location of the "Brave" bar, Glerint did not immediately go there, it was still morning, and the bar should not be open if nothing happened.

Glerint, with an ordinary face, was at a loss for a moment, not knowing where to go.

"Hibbert has a position in the House of Lords and should not be on leave in East Chester County right now...... But he doesn't know my face, and I shouldn't have been in Beckland right now! ”

After a moment's thought, he came to his small cottage in the West End.

The key was inside the Queens mansion, but it wasn't much of a problem for an extraordinary person, and Grelynt just raised his hand and pressed it, and a door opened on the wall that was large enough for him. This is the "Open Door" of the "Apprentice", which belongs to the super weakened version of the application of "Spiritual Travel", which is essentially borrowed from the Spiritual Realm to complete the journey.

With regular attendance, the hygiene is quite good.

Picking a lounge, Glerint stepped into it and whispered:

"The Discordant ...... from a High-Dimensional Downlook"

With a flicker of his gaze, Glerint's consciousness leapt to that of the "Duke of Entropy".

He first projected the spirit into the strange space and looked at the fusion of the two essentia.

The earthy yellow country and the oil-colored fog hanging above it were still intertwined with each other, and suddenly separated...... In the repeated transformation of interweaving and separation, they still show a trend of convergence.

"At this pace, it could be several days before the fusion is complete. I wonder if this kind of essentia that is partially stripped and re-fused will be any different from the normal essentia......"

Normally, essentia cannot be divided.

And the reason why the original "world of order" was torn apart was because the "original" awakened and produced a powerful aggregation effect.

At the same time, the torn essentia has the ability to complement itself.

In other words, the "Mist of Indeterminacy" and the "Country of Disorder" are actually two complete, new essentia, which can create two "old days"!

Examining the space where the Servant of Madness's right leg was located, Glerint noticed that it had reanimated a bit.

"It's a bit slow...... When it is fully activated to the point where it can unleash its extraordinary abilities alone, I may already have Sequence 6 and can directly drive this part of the limb into the present world......"

Shaking his head, he didn't pay much attention to it.

…………

In the afternoon, it was estimated that the bar should have been opened, and Glerint, who was too lazy to take a horse-drawn carriage or a steam subway, chose to teleport directly to the neighborhood.

Iron Gate Street, the "Brave" bar.

"A glass of Southwell beer."

Glancing at the bartender, Glerint suddenly realized that he couldn't remember the name of the connector at all, let alone the connector code.

"5pence."

The bartender didn't look up, but made a familiar offer, and poured him a large glass of golden wine.

Pregnant...... Glerint thought for a moment and handed out the note of 1 Sule.

When the other party took the banknote and was about to give change, he said:

"No need to look for it, more money is considered a tip."

It seemed that it was not common to see such a generous drinker, and the bartender looked up at him in confirmation before continuing:

"Okay, thank you for your generosity."

Perfect, bribe success!

Gleilint grinned slightly, and said directly in a low voice:

"Do you know anyone who can get a gun? I need your help. ”

"Acquaintance, his name is Caspars......"

The bartender's attitude was unusually friendly, and he didn't think there was anything unusual about it at all.

……

In the third billiard room, Gleilynt saw a half-centenarian man in a linen shirt with a big nose, who was sitting behind the table.

"What do you want?"

He was referring to what gun Glerint wanted to buy, or bullets or something.

Gleilynt raised his eyebrows, pushed over a 5 Sol note, and let it slide in front of the other party, regardless of whether he accepted it or not, and said directly:

"I'm looking for a powerful bodyguard who is beyond the level of ordinary people."

He wasn't sure if the other party knew about the extraordinary, and he wasn't sure if the 5 Souls were enough for the other party to help contact Mariqi's service fee, so he still cast a "charm" on him.

The old man examined Glerint carefully for a few seconds, thought for a moment, and then put away the banknotes, and said in a friendly voice:

"Wait a minute, I'll help you ask."

After waiting for about ten minutes, the old man came back again and said in a deep voice:

"He wants to see you first."

"No problem."

Glerint smiled and followed the other party through the boxing ring to a card room, where a dozen or so "people" were playing Texas Hold'em in the dim light.

After watching the old man close the door and leave, a man wearing a white shirt and black vest with an unusually pale face slowly stood up, his body like a rusty machine, and like a cold corpse, his movements were a little stiff:

"Are you looking for a bodyguard?"

Glerint looked at him and smiled with a smile on his lips:

"No, I'm here for you, Mr. Marić.

Oh, and your companion, Miss Sharon. ”

Suddenly, a cold, dead breath locked onto Glerint. In the dim light, a dozen or so living corpses all turned their heads towards him, and more than twenty eyes without any emotion stared at him silently.

It was as if he was going to be eaten by them in the next moment.

Quietly, a figure appeared on the empty right side of Glerinte, wearing a long black court skirt and a small black soft hat, with a delicate but expressionless appearance.

"Who are you?"

Obviously she was asking a question, but there was no doubt in her tone.

Glerint was secretly on guard, but his face did not show half a point, but gracefully pressed his right hand to his chest and saluted, and then he said:

"Let me introduce myself, my name is 'Alan Bieber' and I'm from the Southern Continent."

"Southern Continent ......"

Marić chewed on the word, and a little wistful thought appeared in his cold pupils.

After a while, he retracted his thoughts, stared at Gleilint deadly, and asked vigilantly:

"How did you find us? What is your purpose? ”

"Hmm......"

Glerint glanced at Sharon, who was watching him quietly, and replied:

"I can only answer the second of these two questions."

"I want to get the 'prisoner' way of playing the 'temperance' faction."

He only mentioned it, but it was enough to allow Sharon and Marić to put most of their guard away. For them, what they are most afraid of is that they will be caught directly by the "indulgence" faction, and they will chase after them.

And now that Glerint needs the experience of playing the "temperance" faction, it means that he is not here for them.

On the contrary, Glerint was asking for them.

"Yes."

Marić was about to say no, in order to raise his own bargaining chips for the future, but Sharon preemptively agreed.

"But I have one request."

Glerint raised her eyebrows and looked quietly at the delicate-looking, expressionless young lady.

"Tell me about it."

"I need you to provide regular information on the situation in the Southern Continent, well, the ones on the surface will do."

Her blue eyes looked at Gleilynt without emotion, just as Glelynt was confident that they would not refuse to offer the Temperance experience, and she was very sure that Glerint was unlikely to refuse her request.

Sure enough, Glerint nodded and replied:

"Once a month, that's what I think is the right frequency."

Sharon nodded slightly, agreeing:

"Deal."

"Well, when the time comes, you can ask me directly through one of the spirit creatures, and the corresponding summoning sentence is 'Flesh creatures that roam the upper realms, harmless beings to be driven, messengers who belong to Glerin Mariano alone.'"

There is no way, after all, it is inconvenient to shoot telegrams for similar information exchanges, so he can only reveal his real name, but fortunately, Gleilint has read the original book and knows that these two people can basically be trusted.

Of course, the key is that they have nothing to do with other forces in Beckland......

"Viscount Glerint?"

Marić asked in confirmation, obviously recognizing the "youngest viscount in the Kingdom of Rune", and the blue eyes next to him also cast their gaze with a hint of surprise.

Getting in the newspapers is trouble...... From time to time, it is easy to reveal your identity.

Glerint secretly complained and denied it:

"No, it's just that I'm doing something for him."

Subsequently, it doesn't matter if they believe it or not. He briefly recounted some of the latest developments in the Southern Continent - those that were not reported in the Bakerland newspaper, including information that was slightly classified but not too important.

"Thanks for sharing."

Sharon thanked him earnestly, and then began to write the rules of "temperance" that Glerint needed.

The Extraordinary who Glerint cultivated was not needed to be their companions, and in her opinion, as long as the other party believed in "temperance and repression" and approved of the use of a life of hardship to fight unbridled desires, it would certainly not be too bad, and they were natural allies, and they were people who could cause trouble for the "indulgents" - even if it was just to divert the attention of the "indulgents", she would not refuse Glerint's request.

However, she is still a kind person after all.

After handing over to Glerlint the low-sequence experience she had written, as well as some of the ideas and teachings of the "Temperance" faction, she reminded:

"Be careful, the 'indulgent' party is very heavy on people who believe in 'moderation'."

If it weren't for this reason, the Sequence Extraordinary of the two of them would not have been forced to flee to Beckland, you must know that Sequence Five like Sharon is already a quasi-powerhouse in the mysterious world.

"I understand."

Glerint took the paper and nodded.