Park Avenue.

The algal growths that had been growing everywhere had begun to wither, soaked in rainwater, and stretched upwards weakly.

Levi stared at the dense runes on the wall, containing the extraordinary power of all paths, and his expression was solemn.

The anchor that was originally used to connect the Abyss God to Boston has been blocked.

He could no longer project his power into Boston.

He sat back at his desk and sighed softly, "Boston's transcendents still have two brushes, especially the old thing of the Steam Church. ”

"It is worthy of being the most prominent of the nine righteous churches today."

In the three blocks, the transformed Tide Collectors, all who have awakened their wisdom and gotten rid of the ignorance after their reincarnation, have all returned to the deep sea.

There are only a few defective products left, which have been exterminated by several extraordinary organizations.

In the group photo hanging on the wall, the girl's expression was gloomy, and she said coldly: "Levi, you said that you would turn that Donghua into our companion, it's been a whole day, what about others?" ”

Levi said in a deep voice:

"I must admit that I was fooled."

"The fish swallowed the bait, but spit out the hook."

The girl said coldly: "What you consumed was an incomparably precious corrupt snake, which was originally used to deal with the middle sequence, but it turned out to be used on a low sequence, and it was missed." ”

"It shows even more that he is worth it."

Levi said solemnly, "He will eventually belong to my god." ”

…

Iris Street.

The sound of the rain outside gradually thinned out.

The rain has stopped, but the sky is still cloudy, and I don't know when the storm will start again.

Under the gaslight.

Zhang Huaisheng, who was holding a book and reading, put down the black book in his hand and wrote it down in his notebook with a pen:

Ritual for promotion to the Black Knight.

1. Make an arm-thick candle from the web extract of Soul Grass, Corpse Oil, and Hell Demon Spider, and weave it into a wick from the hair of the Siren.

2. Staring at the candle, burning for a day and a night, this day and night, neither speak nor take your eyes off the candle.

And protect the candle from going out.

Once extinguished, it comes all over again.

3. The candle will emit a strong hellish aura and absorb all kinds of monsters to get closer.

"Sure enough, the more you go, the more difficult the ritual will be... I just don't know if I can avoid the potential risks by hiding in the dimensional space and lighting this candle? ”

"No, no, no!"

"Don't be smart.

According to my knowledge, in the otherworld, opportunistic behavior often leads to self-defeating.

After all, the ritual itself is meant to aid in the digestion of potions and reduce the risk of losing control.

It's like a pill, according to the doctor's instructions, you have to consume one tablet a day, but you throw it into the toilet bowl with your backhand, although you also consume one tablet, but not only does it have no effect, but it wastes the materials you have worked so hard to collect.

Moreover, according to my guess, the dimensional space is very likely to be connected to the abyss inhabited by a large number of monsters, and if it really causes a monster riot and destroys the dimensional space, things will be bad. ”

He then put down his pen, tore off the sticky notes, and stuffed them into the pocket of his shirt.

He stretched and lay on the couch a little tiredly.

He did not play the role of "dictatorship" again, although this way of playing, although the effect is excellent, but the damage to the spirit is also very great, at least every half a month.

Killian is gone.

Mr. McCarney hasn't returned.

This makes the whole villa seem so cold and silent, no, not just this villa, but the whole Iris Street.

"I didn't expect that I would feel lonely too."

Zhang Huaisheng rolled up the paper cigarette a little bored, put it to his mouth, and lit it with a click.

He whispered to himself: "I think that at the beginning, when I first crossed over, I was alone in my apartment, eating potatoes in pickled cucumber soup every day, and I didn't feel how hard it was. ”

Zhang Huaisheng is a little nostalgic for the days when he lived in Gale Manor.

At that time, everyone was working hard to build a new home. Every day is busy and fulfilling.

Although Gale Manor is no longer able to help him, Zhang Huaisheng has found a shortcut to play dictatorship.

But man is an emotional creature after all, and if everything is coldly weighed up to the pros and cons, life will be too boring.

Zhang Huaisheng lay on his back like this, and he was distracted for a long time.

He had in his mind the scene when he and Teresa went to the opera; The scene of the Hanseatic sailing on the vast sea, he grilled fish on the deck with nuns and sailors; When I first arrived in Texas, I was building houses and fences with logs and cut bricks on my shoulders...

I don't know how long it took.

The night is getting darker.

The sound of rain was replaced by the chirping of insects.

Tuk Tuk~

A knock on the door interrupted Zhang Huaisheng's memories.

Open the door.

McCarney wears a dark blue raincoat with a black priest's robe underneath.

As soon as he entered, he muttered, "What the hell, I finally got out of the door, and I ended up in such bad weather." ”

Taking off his raincoat, McCarney looked around with some confusion: "Where's Killian's stinky boy?" ”

"I asked him to go back to Texas first, Boston has been in some danger recently, and when I was protecting Pei Yuanqiao before, I also offended a vampire who hooked up with MI6, and it found me again."

McCartney was stunned for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Vampire? Is that the one you mentioned before teaming up with the three Donghua Transcendents to kill? ”

Zhang Huaisheng nodded and said, "That's right, it's not dead, it's back, and it's bent on revenge." ”

McCarney frowned: "Boston is so big, how did he find you?" Did he put a tracking mark on you? ”

Zhang Huaisheng nodded and said, "That's right, this is exactly what I want to tell you, after I escaped from that vampire today, I went to the Steam Church and met a very kind old man, who helped me get rid of the tracking mark." ”

Zhang Huaisheng briefly described the appearance characteristics of the old man.

McCarney suddenly said: "You should be talking about Mr. Farenstair, that is an old steam path sequence powerhouse, according to the analysis of legends, he is most likely a sequence 5 metal master?" ”

"You know him?"

"How could I possibly know that, but I did visit the Steam Church today, and talked to their regional bishop about the evil gods."

"You mentioned me?"

"Of course, a large part of the information I know about that evil god was brought back by you, and it is not easy to ignore you."

McCartney laughed, "But that's not a bad thing, for example, Mr. Farlensteyr removed the tracking mark from your body." ”

He took a letter from his bosom and said, "I've got to go take a shower first, the rain in Boston can erode my scalp, and I must wash it off as soon as possible to reduce the damage it does to my poor hair." ”

"This letter is from Clifford to you, you can take a look."

"Okay."

Zhang Huaisheng took the envelope and opened it.

Zhang, I have to thank you for all you have done for the congregation.

All Gaelic people will remember your kindness and look forward to the day when you will be reciprocated.

First of all, I'm sorry that I told Mr. Ulyanov about your theory, which he considers heretical and claims to refute you to your face.

But I know that this is just a nationalism that you tailor to the current situation of the Gaelic people.

If possible, you are not willing to compromise with the big capitalists.

In comparison, Mr. Ulyanov's ideas are still too radical, and it will require a big change, and everything will have to be broken to have any chance of success.

That's probably not really the path for the Gaelic people.

Tonight, I'm going to Berlin first.

The Germans believed that sending Ulyanov to Tsarist Russia was like throwing a medium full of cholera virus into the sewers of Moscow.

As soon as he arrived, Tsarist Russia would be plunged into a terrible civil war, and there would be no more thoughts of getting involved in the European war.

But I don't think he can really do that, so I advised Mr. Ulyanov to wait until the second or even the third year of the war before returning