The days passed in a logical manner, and on this day Douglas accidentally caught a glimpse of the calendar, only to realize that more than a month had passed since he had traveled.

He brushed aside the numbers on the calendar and let himself go for a moment.

He would still dream of his old life, of that highly civilized society, of the days spent laughing with his family and friends, and then suddenly wake up and sit on the edge of his bed staring at the red moon hanging high in the sky.

and persistently complained that the red moon is ugly.

Later, the frequency of such dreams gradually decreased, and the part of the memory belonging to the original "Douglas" became more active, and Veretti, Antonia and others began to mess around in their dreams from time to time.

More often than not, though, he's been able to enjoy a dreamless night.

Recalling the experience of being dreamed of by the red gloves, Douglas guessed that the special he had crossed over was gradually disappearing, and he was gradually returning to the original trajectory of this world.

Such a constant fusion of two completely different lives made him start to examine himself and think about a philosophical question: "Who am I?" ”

"I'm Jing Wenying, a traverser......" He got up and paced to the dressing mirror hanging behind the door, silently staring at the reflection in the mirror, silently looking for his own position in his heart, "I am a moral, idealistic, cultured, uh, college diploma has not yet been obtained...... Forget it, anyway, there are four young people in the new era! I'm also a procrastinator with little ambition, an easy-going but bottom-line person who gets along well; I like reading, games, food, fantasy and brain ......"

He counted his past. Thankfully, although I no longer dream about it, I can still recall the old memories clearly, but I put them in the deepest part of my mind like hidden treasures.

I won't forget who I am...... However, Douglas looked at the mirror and said secretly: "At the same time, I am also the only family member of a girl who is also a brother and father in this world; I am an official who secretly guards the people; I am also a newcomer to the extraordinary world, with reliable and respectable colleagues and teachers......"

Douglas was worried that such a change would turn him, how to say, into a mental suture? It's like a split personality. But after some combing, he has put his mind at ease.

He is not the same as before, but such a conflict is not violent. It's like when you enter society, people will have a more diverse identity and a whole new responsibility, but that will not change the essence of a person.

After crossing over, he undoubtedly acted with the mentality and character of "Jing Wenying", and some necessary cover-ups did not exceed her own bottom line. The memory of "Douglas" enriches his feelings for this world at best, and does not touch on the fundamentals.

Thinking about this, Douglas smiled at himself in the mirror.

And at this moment, his spirit suddenly jumped. Douglas was stunned to find that his body, mind, and spirit had entered some kind of wonderful state, as if there was an illusory sound of breaking in his ears, and the potion in his body seemed to be dissolving and merging with his own spirit.

This state of affairs came suddenly, but the process was natural and soothing, without any spiritual warning. So Douglas closed his eyes and meditated in the manner that Merros had instructed, quietly experiencing the indescribable unique feeling.

Although there was no reminder, Douglas inexplicably felt that this was a sign of the complete digestion of the potion.

When his spirit had calmed down, he opened his eyes and moved his body, intuitively feeling that his abilities had grown to a limit.

"But how did this come about so suddenly......," Douglas muttered, returning to his desk, pulling out his own summary of the "Apprenticeship Code."

"One, keep curious, keep learning, keep trying;

"Second, respect and follow those teachers who are more qualified and knowledgeable than yourself, and see them as guides;

"Third, you can't be proud, you can't hold on, you know the upper and lower limits of your ability, and you can clarify your own positioning."

These three rules are constantly summarized and refined and practiced by him based on his own experience. For him, these conditions are not harsh, and they are even suitable for the current situation.

In addition, the original owner has been taking potions for nine years, and most of the potions have been gradually mastered by the passage of time, and after Douglas began to "play" step by step, he was also very satisfied with the progress of his potion digestion.

"It's just that it's always been a hurdle to digest completely...... Uh, why look at yourself to bring potion to digestion? Which code does this follow? 'Define yourself'?

"Well, the mental state also has a great impact on the extraordinary, maybe after I crossed over, my subconscious has been worried about this matter until I untied the knot in my heart just now, and reached the unity of body, mind and spirit, which contributed to the digestion of the potion?

"Is this crooked...... However, this reminds me that in the future, I should always pay attention to my mental condition, pay attention to adjust my mood, and do not leave hidden dangers......"

Douglas put this note under the rule, and then packed up his desk and prepared to go out in a good mood. Although he has not gained new abilities, it is still very safe to reach the peak of his own strength.

At the very least, I can run faster when I run away.

After a regular tour of the Eastern Side and the Association of Astronomical Observers, Douglas sat in a public carriage and flipped through his notebook to see how his recent mission had been completed.

As a public school teacher, EtonHouse. Vogue enjoys a longer winter vacation, or annual vacation, than other jobs, and a few days ago said goodbye to friends and took his parents to the south for the winter; The couple were also invited by their eldest daughter to leave Beckland for Desey Bay.

In this world, it seems to be quite popular to travel for New Year's Eve. However, Douglas, who is a public servant, does not take annual leave, and he has to report if he wants to cross cities.

The routine reports are all handed in, well, this week's classes are suspended, and Mr. Merros is on a business trip, and she will make up the classes after the New Year......

For the rest, the East End...... Douglas thoughtfully circled a name.

Fernand, an intelligence monger, has disappeared. Although by all indications, Fernand would mobilize his resources from time to time, he never appeared in public again.

At the same time, there seem to be a lot of people secretly looking for this intelligence peddler, and even Douglas himself has been subjected to several targeted investigations, which makes him understand that the person looking for Fernand is from MI9.

MI9 is an extraordinary institution directly subordinate to the government, and generally maintains a sense of distance from the ecclesiastical forces. Douglas truthfully stated the situation in the report, and was told by Father Schultz that Fernand might be involved in an espionage case.

This completely discouraged Douglas from intervening, and at the same time, the relevant information about the arson case was handed over to MI9, but he did not give out the specious information of Little John.

Now his job in the East End is a little easier, and Douglas plans to take Veretti to a few circus shows in his free time, both to celebrate the New Year and to prepare for the next series of "cosplay rules".

The public carriage swayed a little and turned around the corner, and the staff in charge of ticket sales shouted to the station: "Yuejihua Street!" ”

Douglas closed his notes and pedaled out of the car, and at a glance he saw several horse-drawn carriages parked outside the golden-walled Harvest Church, carrying something down. He slowly approached and greeted one of them, "Ms. Jessica?" ”

A stout woman in a straw hat clapped her hands, looked back at him, and responded cheerfully, "Good afternoon, Douglas." Come on, just help me move these in. ”

Jessica. Daunes is the "cultivator" of Sequence 9, who spends his days in the suburbs of the Sainz family's estate, where he is responsible for cultivating some of the precious plants and herbs. Douglas and she had only met once or twice, but he was impressed by the strength of this lady, after all, not every lady can bulge biceps thicker than your calves.

"Good afternoon. What are they? Douglas glad he hadn't come in formal clothes as he bent his knees and lifted a sack.

It's so heavy! He stopped for a few seconds, and with luck he managed to carry the sack. It must be fifty or sixty pounds......

If it hadn't been for a month of beating, ah no, exercise, he wouldn't have been able to carry this thing. Jessica, on the other hand, with muscles in her arms, walked towards the inside of the church with a sack in one hand, and smiled and told him to follow.

When some of the men passing by on the street saw this, they all showed three views and self-esteem and heartbroken expressions. Don't be afraid, it's a bonus to the Cultivator's potion...... Douglas calmly took a step to catch up with the other man.

"These are, hehe, according to Russell the Great, called 'welfare.'" Influenced by Antonia, a Russell fan, even Jessica can quote the scriptures, "The rice, flour, and coffee beans produced by Fenerport are much better than the varieties on the market, and they are exclusively supplied to church members." ”

Douglas's footsteps were messy, and he barely let the heavy rice bag on his shoulders flash, and asked a little unconvinced: "Rice?" ”

He hasn't eaten a serious meal of rice since he crossed over! Affected by the previous war, the price of grain rose, and in Rune, the domestic rice was imported more by Fenerport, and that price was so beautiful that Douglas did not enter the grain shop three times.

I didn't expect that the church still has such a simple New Year's goods distribution mechanism...... Douglas swallowed unconsciously, and began to wonder if he could be considered an insider.

Jessica led him to the storeroom in the backyard of the church, where he met Father Schultz, who was directing the temporary hired workers to carry the goods. The two of them carried the goods back and forth with the hired workers more than a dozen times, and finally finished unloading the goods.

Father Schultz took an account book-like object and wrote down the calculations, and finally raised his head and said to Douglas, who was so hot that he had taken off his coat, "Go write a receipt and take your share." ”

"Really?" Douglas struggled to restrain his emotions, and his tone couldn't help but become agitated, "Me too?" ”

"Although you haven't officially joined the company yet, the blood clan has never consumed much rice noodles." The gray-haired priest looked at him tolerantly, "The quota that the blood clan does not need will be distributed to other churches in the suburbs and nearby cities to prepare for communion for the faithful. The rest belongs to you, not much, and it adds up to forty pounds. ”

He showed Douglas a breakdown of the past years, and given that some of the Bloods were on a mission in the Southern Continent this year, they were even richer than in previous years.

The smile couldn't help but bloom, Douglas rubbed his face a little embarrassed, and then drew the shape of the emblem of life on his chest with a correct attitude, and closed his eyes and recited sincerely: "Praise the Mother Goddess!" ”

If you have food, you are a mother, don't ask, ask me to be a fanatical believer in Mother Earth God from today onwards!

Father Schultz was so pleased with his devotion that before he could say a few words of praise, the young man threw away his coat and rushed back to the church to fill out the application form.

"Like a rabbit being chased and bitten by a hound." Jessica made her assessment as objectively as she could, smiling heartily.

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