"Sequence eight, 'Master of Tricks' potion. Drink it and I'll watch you. ”

After Amon said this, the atmosphere was strangely quiet.

Douglas, holding the glass container, widened his eyes in shock.

He slowly turned his head and glanced at St. Samuel's Cathedral, which was so close at hand.

He looked around at the intertwined flow of people and the noisy streets a few steps away.

Finally he turned his head back with difficulty and made eye contact with Amon.

The latter stared at him with interest: "Why, didn't I say it clearly enough?" ”

"No ......," Douglas stumbled like a mute who had just learned to speak, "But, here, I mean...... It's public...... It's still outside the door of the Night Church! ”

"yes." Amon replied heartily, "Don't you think it's very safe here?" Even if you fail to be promoted, the Night Watchmen will be able to quickly control the scene. ”

“……”

Even though there was no mirror in front of him, Douglas could guess that his face had turned pale.

He was so shocked by Amon's manipulation that his brain was empty, and he couldn't think of how to refute it for a while, but he seemed to think a lot in an instant.

For example, God is out of control and easy to deal with, is Amon specially sending performance to the night watchman?

For example, why don't we send performance to Mother Earth God Church, are we unworthy?

For example, this can't be the top management of the Night Church fishing for law enforcement, right?

Amun, who spied on these nonsense thoughts through the parasitic Time Worm, laughed out loud and was briefly confused by the meaning of the word "fishing law enforcement".

He reached out and shook it in front of Douglas's eyes, then slowly bent his fingers down in order: "Don't let me do it myself. Five, four......"

Douglas, who had been hiding on the other side of the bench and was eager to wait eight feet away, saw Amon actually start the countdown, and immediately crawled next to him. Had it not been for his instinctive awe, he would have nearly knocked Amon off the bench with this momentum......

Looking at the other party's crooked fingers, Douglas couldn't wait to press his hand down directly, but he didn't have the courage, so he could only stop anxiously, so anxious that he even brought out the accent of his previous life: "Wait, wait, what's the hurry, can't I take it home and drink it, I'm not going to live to be reincarnated today!" Could it be that drinking this thing still pays attention to the eight characters of birth, the heavenly stem and the earthly branch, the good day and the auspicious day? ”

Amon's countdown was really stopped by the rush of old words for a few seconds.

As a "decryption scholar", it makes sense to be easily attracted to new gadgets...... He coughed lightly and said with a smile, "If you lose control at home, won't your family be in danger?" ”

Hearing this, Douglas's expression was ugly as if he was about to cry: "Don't you lose control one bite at a time, okay...... Don't I have the option to be promoted......"

What about the low sequence promotion that is said to be riskless?

The premise of every sentence of the big guy is out of control!

Who the dares to drink this!!

The chaotic thoughts were suddenly cut off, as if someone had pressed the remote control to turn off the TV, and the images and sounds simply disappeared.

After a moment of silence, Douglas watched as his arm defied the will of his brain, raised the glassware containing the potion in his hand, unplugged it, and brought it to his mouth.

In a futile struggle, the cold rim of the bottle was already pressed against his lips, and the potion with a strange smell was swallowed smoothly. Everything around them was shaking, blurring, as if shrouded in layers of thick fog.

A sense of déjà vu hit him, and Douglas could "see" his body twitching and trembling, the thick and chaotic red, blue, and black intertwined and overlapping like a random splash of paint. Countless indescribable shapes, even so transparent that they seem to exist, wander around, and in the depths of the gray and illusory mist, there are clear and clear brilliance of different colors one after another......

And higher and farther above the fog, there seemed to be some kind of presence cast a glimpse from afar.

Douglas, who faintly felt his gaze, was ignorant and wanted to find the source of his gaze, but he heard Amon's voice ringing clearly in his ears: "Gather your spirituality, meditate on something." ”

He flickered for a moment, then drove his consciousness to sink sharply, becoming one with his body, and then enduring the swelling pain in his temples, closing his eyes and sketching the outline of the revolver in his mind.

As his attention gradually increased, Douglas began to meditate on something that did not exist in this world, such as the multidimensional space seen in science fiction movies in the past, and the infinitely extended images in the mirrors on opposite sides.

In the process, his body and mind calmed down, and he gained some new knowledge from potions.

Call...... With a sigh of relief, Douglas opened his eyes with great trepidation, and for the first time tried to raise his hands and move his ten fingers.

Very conforming and cooperative...... So just now, the hand moved by itself, and sure enough, Amon did it! Silently but very obviously, he shifted his position and distanced himself from Amon again, wanting to protest against the other party's action without saying hello, but after catching a glimpse of Amon's expression, Douglas immediately gave up this idea of sparing his life.

He was secretly familiar with the changes brought about by the promotion, and suddenly noticed that the potion of the "master of tricks" he had just drunk actually showed some signs of digestion.

"The focus of the 'master of tricks' is 'acting' and 'fooling', or rather, 'deception'."

Amon changed to a more relaxed sitting position, raised his right leg on his left leg, and explained casually: "And the potion can be digested by playing in advance. And all the lies you throw out in order to cover up your true purpose can be counted in the category of playing in advance. ”

Although it was the second time he had been in contact, the fact that his thoughts seemed to be completely transparent in front of Amon still made Douglas feel uncomfortable. He struggled to overcome this feeling of chilling in his back, and for the purpose of diverting his attention, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers a few times in succession, briefly practicing the new abilities brought by the "master of tricks".

So on the street not far away, a gentleman who was in a hurry slipped and fell forward in embarrassment; At the same time, a strange wind swept by, causing many ladies to exclaim and press the hats decorated with lace tulle and wide brimming.

The most unfortunate of all was a certain diligent postman. He was pedaling his bicycle through the crowd of people at a rapid pace, when suddenly a blinding white light flashed in front of him, and the postman, who had lost his vision for a short time, turned the handlebars in a panic and slammed himself directly onto a gas lamppost on the side of the road.

Hiss, it seems to hurt a lot...... Douglas, who was watching this scene from afar, bared his teeth, folded his hands and sincerely apologized to all passers-by.

The ability of the "master of tricks" is quite interesting, and it is very suitable for squatting in the corner of the wall with a brick in hand...... The only drawback is that it still lacks powerful lethal skills, which can only be compensated for by external forces. But as soon as he remembered that all the charms he had brought from the church had been touched by Cortina, ahhhh

And suddenly there was an urge to turn his head to look at Amon who was sitting next to him.

If you want to compare the lethality, the Sage of Sequence 3 is so high that you don't know where to go to the charm...... The thought flashed through his mind, but he couldn't hold back.

At present, it seems that Amon will provide a certain amount of protection before using himself to achieve a certain goal, such as a potion for free promotion. But this does not mean that the other party has a reason to meddle in these trivial matters, after all, the high-level ones will not get any benefit from the rookies pecking each other in sequence eight and sequence seven......

By the way, Amon's style of saying that he will do it is really unbearable. Even if Amon is the only being so far who has shown some understanding of the "crossing", it does not prevent Douglas from having a very low opinion of him.

So he just cautiously asked, "Well, now I can go home...... Is it? ”

Amon said "um": "Don't worry about doing what you want, you can't die." ”

…… It's okay if you can't die! Douglas paused when he got up, and said in his heart What kind of domineering president-style speech is this, there is a sense of absurdity of "I have called the best surgeon in the world and the world's top gold medal lawyer for you, and you can cut whoever you want", and the mysterious and powerful temperament embodied by the other party is a little ...... Contradiction.

"Also," the mysterious and powerful domineering president added faintly behind him, "go and learn more about the 'Beckland Great Smog' incident, there will be surprises." ”

Douglas was so frightened that his feet went limp, and he hurriedly turned around, only to find that the bench was empty, except for a few pigeons pecking at the crumbs scattered by the chair.

Why did you leave, explain a few more sentences...... What does the Great Beckland Smog have to do with where I am now? He strode blankly in the direction of the bus stop, trying to recall the relevant fragments of memory.

According to Rune's official explanation, the cause of the smog was pollution from poor factory equipment and the illegal discharge of sewage, which induced respiratory diseases among the elderly and the infirm, and caused the spread of plague, which eventually led to the major disaster in late 1349, with more than 60,000 deaths. Under the publicity and demand of the media, society and various charitable organizations, laws and regulations on the discharge of pollutants from factories were also issued one after another after the New Year, and the former King George III also gave a speech on this......

Handing the bill to the conductor counting the tickets in the public carriage, Douglas casually sat down by the window, and pressed his forehead a little tiredly, unable to understand Amun's intention to mention the Great Smog for the time being. But he remembered the scene he had seen at the beginning of the new year when he and Veretti went to the cemetery in the East Side to pay their respects.

Unlike the usual cemeteries of the current era, there are no tombstones and shady trees, but instead there are cabinets for storing ashes, one after the other, row after row, overlapping and heavy, like a heavy wall, clearly separating life from death.

Not only do there be no posthumous photographs and epitaphs on those cabinets, most of them are missing even their names, and they can only be distinguished by numbers. Among them, the number belonging to Veretti's younger brother Victor Jr. is N8-78, which means the seventy-eighth in the eighth row north of the cemetery.

Little Victor was undoubtedly one of the more fortunate of the deceased, he was buried by the hands of his relatives, he was able to have his own name in addition to the cold number, and he was able to be worshipped on a specific day. As Veretti mourned his brother, Douglas walked along the narrow walkway and found that among the hundreds of cabinets in the area, only Victor and another worker, "Kohler," had names and epitaphs.

Douglas was so impressed by the sheer number of empty cabinet doors that he could recall it vividly months later, and his mood was involuntarily depressed.

After noticing this, he consciously slowed down his breathing, looked around casually and let go of some spirituality, and took the initiative to let himself be infected by the emotions of other people around him, so as to dilute the feelings of loss and sadness that came from memories and deep in his soul.

"Great smog...... Douglas chewed on the outdated word, and had to admit that he was now a little curious, curious about what Amon wanted to discover from it.

Because around this time period, there is another big event that happened around Douglas.

That is, the witch Cortina suddenly disappeared from Beckland after the "Great Smog", and only recently reappeared, becoming one of the central characters of the incident, and pulling Douglas into the water very easily......

He thought about it for a while, and found that if it weren't for this sudden black cauldron, he should have been able to apply to the Mother Earth God Church after the hunt for demons, become a full member, and double his weekly salary to as much as six pounds...... Converted into RMB, that is 4,300 yuan a week, and the monthly salary is 17,000......

I don't know if there is a saying in this world that "blocking people's wealth is like killing parents". As the carriage staggered to the stop, Douglas got up and followed the other passengers off, saying that he had plenty of time to spare before waiting for news in English to catch the fellow to the door...... Since Amon mentioned it, it is better to investigate.

It's not that he trusts Amon much, it's just that from the time they met to the present, Amon hasn't made any superfluous moves, the potions are all poured with them, and all the actions are highlighting the purpose of "I'm going to tie you up to my thief ship......

Would such a person be untargeted and casually throw out a message to amuse him? It's too unlikely...... Idle is idle anyway! Douglas quickly made up his mind and walked briskly in the direction of home.