"Mr. A?"

117 Berningham Road, Hilston District.

Firth and Hugh glanced at each other, both seeing the surprise in each other's eyes.

"Yes."

Ember bowed slightly, "How much do you know about him?" ”

"We don't know much."

Hugh didn't hide it either, explaining, "We don't know anything about the true identity of this Mr. A, except that he is a powerful Extraordinaire in Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5, and organizes a gathering of Extraordinaries every month. ”

"Once a month?"

Ember frowned slightly, "That means it's going to take at least two weeks until the next extraordinary gathering?" ”

"Yes."

Hugh nodded slightly, but quickly added, "But if there are extraordinary people who can't wait for the monthly gathering of extraordinary people, you can also get in touch with each other through the agreed channels." ”

"As for whether the person I met was Mr. A, I can't guarantee it."

"I'd like to meet this Mr. A, as soon as possible."

Ember pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.

"Yes."

Hugh didn't hesitate to say, "I'll get in touch now, and I'll get back tomorrow." ”

"There's no hurry."

Ember shook his head slightly, "I have something to do tomorrow morning, you can contact you tomorrow." ”

"Ember."

Furth, who was sitting on the sofa with Kurala in his arms, suddenly hesitated and asked, "Let me make sure first, you—you shouldn't be trying to do something to 'Mr. A', right?" ”

"Any questions?"

Ember looked back at the girl and asked.

"That's a big problem."

"We know that such an extraordinary gathering is such an extraordinary gathering, and Hugh will have to rely on Mr. A's extraordinary gathering to collect the main materials of the sheriff." ”

After a week of 'special training', Firth, who had undergone surgery to make him want to vomit, had successfully digested the 'apprentice' potion and was successfully promoted to the 'master of tricks' in Sequence 8.

But Hugh's sheriff's recipe had arrived earlier than Firth's, and the potion had been thoroughly digested much earlier.

However, due to the sheriff's lack of main materials, she has only been the 'arbiter' of Sequence 9 until now.

"No, I'm fine."

Hugh waved his hand again and again when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "There is more than this extraordinary party in Beckland, and even if it is gone, I can find another one, right?" ”

Ember thought for a moment and nodded slightly, "What Furth said makes sense, if I were to destroy Mr. A's extraordinary party, I would have to make it up to you." ”

After thinking about it, Ember looked at the pen and paper on the table—

That was what Forth had prepared for the writing.

The only problem was that she didn't say a word.

Ember picked up the pen on the table and quickly wrote three lines of text on the paper:

"A fool who does not belong to this time;"

"The Mysterious Lord of the Grey Mist;"

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune."

Firth looked at the text that Ember had written on the paper, and out of trust in Ember, he subconsciously whispered.

But in the next second, her eyes suddenly widened again, and a wave of horror suddenly surged in her heart.

Although she is not a devout member of the Church of the Seven Righteous Gods, she is well aware of what the syllogism represents in other rituals:

It was the seven gods who looked down on the world!

And the existence that uses the same syllogism as the Seven Righteous Gods must also be an existence of the same status as it!

But here's the problem.

Everyone knows that all beings other than the Seven Righteous Gods are evil gods!

Her occult knowledge and hearsay told her:

Once the full name of a hidden being is recited, it often means that the other person is attracted to the gaze.

"Ember, what ...... this"

Furth couldn't help but shudder, and fine beads of sweat broke out on his white forehead.

"The name of a god."

Ember thought for a moment and introduced as concisely as possible, "It's not the Seven Great Righteous Gods, but it's not an evil god either, and it's very safe to recite His honorable name." Recite His name and participate in a secret gathering of the Exalted, and ......"

Ember paused, then continued, "The curse of Firth can also try to seek refuge by reciting His honorable name. ”

"Huh?"

Furth blinked, and the next moment he immediately ejected and sat up straight, "Really? ”

……

"So, what's going on with these two?"

Above the gray mist, Crane's expression was slightly strange.

Just now, layers of illusory supplications suddenly echoed in his ears.

I thought it would be Miss 'Justice' or Mr. 'Hanged Man' and 'Sun' classmates.

He hurried to the gray mist, ready to respond to their request.

As a result, when I looked at the place, I found that it was actually a 'lover'.

Or to be precise, two strange women next to the 'lover'.

And judging by this, the 'lovers' must have intended to proselytize to them.

Klein almost automatically made up the voice:

Excuse me a few minutes, young lady, and I wish I could tell you about our Heavenly Father and Savior—

Great Mr. Fool.

Ember bowed slightly, and his mood instantly became happy.

And look at the frightened appearance of the two ladies.

Probably frightened by that 'honorable name', he mistakenly thought that he would be targeted by the evil god.

Ember's mission had little effect on Mr. Fool.

Having been promoted to clown, he had no problem pulling one or two more people into the gray mist.

The only problem is.

'Lover', why do you spend most of the night in the same room with two ladies?

Aren't you very close to Miss Justice?

What's going on now?

"Pedal three boats?"

Crane's expression became more and more strange.

Although the Souls series is jokingly called a love simulation game, is this a bit too exaggerated for you?

What?

You say it's pure friendship?

Oh, dogs don't believe it!

If this is pure friendship, he Klein will eat this bronze long table on the spot!