"You're a real celebrity now!"

When Shug put on his trench coat and picked up the Black Sun Scepter that still had the breath of the flames of Salem, Mayer, who had put on his hat, suddenly started a joke.

"Celebrities?"

"Ha, it's completely different from the way you used to rely on pen names and works to become famous."

It was rare to talk about a truly pleasant topic, and the expression on Meyer's face became relaxed: "I think those book fans of yours in the past, especially female book fans, will be crazy about you now." ”

Hearing this, Xiuge's eyebrows couldn't help but tremble: "Crazy? What kind of madness? ”

"Ah, our young Mr. 'Ghost' is pretending to be confused?"

Seeing that Xiuge was reacting in this way, Meyer couldn't help but laugh: "Of course it's the kind you think, or rather, the situations you wrote about yourself...... Not to mention Bolden or Alice, I can guarantee that any book meeting you can hold in a small town in the Duchy of Boult will attract a lot of people! ”

Xiuge's expression became more and more strange, and he stared at Meyer and asked, "Is it the result of your propaganda?" ”

"I must admit that Darthwell does have this in mind."

Meyer replied, "But it turns out that the refugees who escaped from the city of Salem will never forget you, however, without us having to publicize it at all." ”

As they spoke, the two of them had already come outside, and a cool breeze with the peculiar smell of the port came to their faces.

Xiuge felt the strange magic around him, raised his eyes slightly to look at the shadows in the sky that were still expanding, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "The sun is gone, where will there be any 'book lovers' running out?" ”

Meyer raised his head, he also glanced at the sky, and then smiled: "We are all made of both body and spirit, and when we feel tired and weak physically, we naturally need more spiritual strength...... The more times like these, the more they want to see some inspiring miracles. ”

"So, I'm a 'miracle'?"

"For many, that's true."

As they spoke, they walked towards the docks, where the busy aboard the Goddess of Dawn, all of whom were official members of the Dawn Society, greeted Meyer and Shug, and as Meyer said, their eyes instinctively began to light up when they saw Shug.

Obviously, the things that Xiuge did during this period of time have made him a "legend" in the eyes of a considerable number of people.

Shuge gripped the Black Sun Scepter tightly, nodding in response to the friendly Dawn Society members, while silently "checking" their ingredients, and to his relief, the Black Sun Scepter did not send any signals to him, indicating that the members of the Black Sun Society had not been able to infiltrate the area.

Meyer's sudden silence surprised Meyer, and his gaze shifted sharply before falling to the staff he was holding.

Even now, the light in the sky seemed very dim, but the cane, which had gone through great calamity with Xiuge, was still bright, its surface was almost like a layer of silver, and there seemed to be many intricate and fine patterns and patterns on it.

Meyer knew very well that his friend's legs and feet were very healthy, and he had never been in the habit of carrying a cane with him before.

Meyer's observation is very keen, but Shug's perception is also extremely detailed.

After noticing that the professor next to him was paying attention to the Black Sun Scepter in his hand, Hug smiled, paused slightly, and then gently opened his palm, showing Meyer the grip and pattern at the top of the scepter.

With this movement, a ritual that was able to isolate the sound was established, and the two of them were enveloped.

"This is the 'trophie' I got from the Black Sun Society, a somewhat useful cane."

"Interesting, tell me more?"

So Shug briefly recounted the "meeting" he had experienced a long time ago, and after hearing these things, Mayer raised his hand and tapped Shug twice on the shoulder: "You are really a miracle, I was surprised to receive your letter at that time, why do you want me to beware of 'Kzlov'...... I see. ”

"I'll just accept your compliment."

The weather was very cold, and Xiuge raised his hand and tightened his trench coat: "The good news is that I didn't find any members of the Black Sun Society nearby, which at least shows that the members of the Dawn Society gathered here are very 'pure'. ”

"Good news, you should tell Darthville personally, this poor fellow's nerves are always too tense, he has been trying to strengthen the scrutiny of the Dawn Society personnel since the Black Sun Society completely took control of St. Steele, but there are some things that cannot be best done by asking and observing alone."

So, while listening to these introductions from Meyer, Shuge followed him along the edge of the dock, in order not to attract too much attention, he finally chose to put on a hood, and it was of course a good feeling to be welcomed everywhere he went, but it caused cheers at every turn, which made Xiuge feel a little cramped.

As he walked, Meyer suddenly raised his hand and pointed into the distance, where a statue of the goddess Mel was clearly erected.

The goddess was very closely associated with the sea, rivers and lakes, so that in the coastal areas there were also quite a few inhabitants who regarded it as an object of worship, and the Duchy of Boult on the plain of the goddess was no exception.

However, with his excellent vision, Xiuge immediately noticed that the statue had just undergone a repair - its waist was broken, and its upper body was broken and cracked due to the collision with the ground.

Although these marks have been repaired and glued together with alchemical potions, it still brings some irreparable damage.

"Since that morning, the traces of faith have been crumbling......"

Meyer's voice became a little heavy: "It's not bad in a place like the Duchy of Boult, people are relatively firm in their old beliefs, and the infiltration of the Black Sun Society is relatively slight, but the Hain Kingdom, the Heihe Duchy and other areas close to the north are all being seriously impacted. ”

"The destruction of statues and paintings is very frequent, but it is only one of the most common, and there have been many attacks on temples and other places of worship in recent days, and the intensity of these attacks is very exaggerated, especially in Saint-Stiel."

Meyer's face was filled with fears for his homeland and homeland: "We have reason to believe that the Black Sun Society is trying to use force to completely eradicate the original universal faith in Saint-Steele. ”

"What are the attitudes and perceptions of other countries on these things?"

"Wait and see, of course."

Meyer replied, "Everyone knows that the Black Sun Society is trying to expand its reach and further spread the faith in the Lost Deities...... But so far, their activities have not had a direct impact on the rule of the governments, and the black sun has not really shown its power. ”

From these words of Mayer, Shug heard a hint of extreme unease.

Obviously, in the eyes of Meyer and others, the royal families and governments such as Wattle and Deresa were not so reliable, and although in the past, these rulers would try to integrate their ruling power with the universal beliefs of Van Grace, but their methods would ultimately fall on the fundamental goal of "exercising rule".

This means that if the power of the Black Sun Society and the Lost Gods is further revealed, it is highly likely that the kingdoms of St. Steele will now be trying to isolate St. Steele.

For these nimble politicians, Schug also has little confidence.

In the past, some of them were able to choose to cooperate with the Black Sun Society for their own interests, and in the future, they may also choose to compromise for certain purposes.

The two men exchanged their opinions as they walked to the other end of the harbor, and before long they came to a relatively quiet clearing that seemed to be a place used by boatmen and fishermen to store their debris.

But now, Hug saw that the original miscellaneous items had been piled together, several improvised houses stood beside them, and there were many St. Steele soldiers standing guard in front of the door.

"Professor Meyer!"

"Well, it's me...... Is Darthville here? ”

"Of course, Mr. Darthville has just returned, but you need to hurry, maybe he'll be out again soon."

Having received the answer he wanted, Meyer nodded immediately, and then led Shug to the middle of the house, and after knocking lightly on the door twice, a somewhat muffled voice came from inside the house.

"Please come in!"

In this way, Hug followed Meyer into the room, and then he saw two figures standing at the table, one of them with messy hair, a somewhat serious appearance, and a slightly scruffy dress.

When he saw Meyer and Shug, he immediately smiled warmly.

This is Darthville.

The other person, Xiuge, is very familiar.

Felix had cut his hair short, and with the exertion of some time ago, his cheeks now looked extremely thin and even a little sunken, but his spirit was very good, and his eyes were shining brightly.

As Darswell walked up to hug Meyer, Felix gave Hug a heavy hug.

"You seem to be in good shape, I know it! I knew it! There's no way to trap you inside! ”

Felix's palm slapped twice the back of Xiuge, and he had never been so happy and uplifted: "We have all completed our tasks, and we are all alive, great!" ”

He was obviously a little too agitated to say the words that became monotonous and repetitive, but Hug didn't care, and on the way he had learned from Meyer that Felix had indeed carried out his tasks perfectly, and that not a single refugee from Iris Street had died in the process of being transferred, and that not a single old man, woman, or child had been left behind.

In fact, in Schugg's opinion, Felix's results are more appropriate for the word "miracle" than his own experience.

Darthwell and the two watched quietly from the sidelines as the two young men reunited, and when Felix finally calmed down, he stepped forward and shook hands solemnly: "Shog Ernst, Mr. Ghost over the city of Selen, I finally meet you." ”

With that, Darthwell waved his hand and invited everyone in the room to sit down, and then he smiled and said, "Actually, I wanted to visit you yesterday, but your ...... Uh, teacher? Oh, forget it, it's just that Lady Verin doesn't allow anyone to come near your hospital bed at will, so she has to postpone it until today. ”

"It's not too late today."

"That's true, but we're a little bit pressed for time...... After all, we have several important issues to deal with next, and Meyer has repeatedly emphasized that these matters require your involvement, Mr. Schugg. ”

Hearing this, Shug glanced at Meyer in some surprise, but the other party only smiled.

And so, a sudden, impromptu meeting chaired by Darswell began.

"There are two main problems that we are facing, or the problems that Dawn is facing...... The first is our overall strategy for dealing with other kingdoms and organizations, and the second is about the Dawn Society's next location selection and direction of operation. ”

As Meyer puts it, Darthville's personal style is very obvious, he is humorous and serious, he thinks out loud but has a precise grasp of the subject of the conversation, and when talking about the problems waiting to be solved, he does not bother to embellish the rhetoric, and often puts the essence of the problem directly in front of everyone.

"We have an army in our hands, but only this one, the Minelayer Corps are trained by the Waterl, they are no strangers to combat and the use of weapons, but it is unrealistic to use them to increase our voice in the outside world."

"At present, although the members of the Dawn Society are as scattered all over the place as the Black Sun Society, we have no way to quickly gather these people and transform them into concrete forces, and those ordinary residents know our names and have heard of what we do......"

"But in reality, in their eyes, we have very limited differences from the Black Sun Society, and they will not trust us easily, nor will they help us at will, let alone politicians...... Even the Archduke Boult, who 'treated' us preferentially, was only trying to add or subtract a few weights from the scales. ”

"So, where exactly do we go next? How to go? ”

(End of chapter)