Seals used by the predecessors of the Traveler...... Rounding up is a holy relic! Douglas couldn't help but look at the glove twice, rubbing its cold surface, and couldn't help but be a little excited.

First, since this item corresponds to the level of sequence five, it must be very powerful; The second is that he can get items related to other traversers, which makes him irrepressibly have some reverie and anticipation, looking forward to being able to get more clues related to traversal through Amon in the future.

Then Amon's words were like a bucket of ice water poured on his head, coldly stating the reality:

"The negative effect of it is that it must be fed with the flesh of a living person within 24 hours of use, otherwise it will in turn devour its owner."

Flesh and blood of the living...... Douglas's expression froze suddenly, and he suddenly felt that what he was holding in his hand was not a treasure, but a time bomb.

He had some knowledge of extraordinary objects, and knew that such objects had certain limitations in their preservation and use, some of which were harsh, others that were just strange, but not difficult. These negative effects also largely determine the power of extraordinary items.

After all, an extraordinary item that is difficult to use, no matter how powerful it is, is in vain.

Right now, "Wriggling Hunger" is such an extraordinary item that is useful, but destined to be of no use to him. Feeding objects with living people was as ignorant and cruel as the rulers of ancient times who prayed for good weather with living sacrifices, and it was no different from murder.

Not to mention using it, after knowing its negative effects, Douglas's first reaction was to send it to the church, seal it tightly, and not spread it to harm the public.

The second reaction is that I seem to have got a hot potato that I can't shake off, and I fell into some kind of predicament that is difficult to break:

He was ruthless and used the power of "creeping hunger" at the expense of others;

and he was not so stupid as to take this extraordinary item and never use it, resulting in the loss of the benefits he had received from Amun, but he still had to repay the corresponding price and face more risks;

It is even more impossible to return the "wriggling hunger" to Amon!

Ask for it from the high-ranking person, and then throw it back to change it if you think it is not useful...... It's purely because I've lived too long.

It's over, it's over. Between the two extremes of calm thinking and sliding on the spot to beg for mercy, Douglas shouted in his heart with some breakdown: Who would have thought that Amon would really give ...... You can just take out such a thing that will kill the situation!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look up and cautiously examine Amon's expression.

It's still that leisurely, and smiling with interest, but the dark eyes reveal undisguised banter.

He even thoughtfully asked, "Any more questions?" ”

Subconsciously shrunk his shoulders, Douglas's eyes began to drift, and he was silent for a long time before he whispered in a trembling voice: "I was wrong......"

"What?" Amon didn't seem to hear clearly and took a step forward.

Obviously, there was not much difference in height, but this step made the thin Amon block part of the light, and the environment around Douglas suddenly dimmed, as if dark clouds were obscuring the sky, bringing a sense of oppression that was far heavier than imagined.

The old remnants of the old days, who were already weak-hearted, shuddered, closed their eyes, and used their last courage to surrender quickly: "I'm wrong, I'm sorry, don't be angry, I shouldn't lie to you, I shouldn't ...... Well, you shouldn't think about taking shortcuts, you shouldn't be greedy and begging for ...... I don't dare anymore, please forgive me this time......"

Amon quickly extracted the point from the pile of nonsense. He asked in a strange tone, "Play ...... Are you digesting potions? ”

"I ......"

"Any feedback?"

The courage that had been lost like a flood seemed to have flowed back a little, and Douglas complied with the will of his heart, swallowed what he had originally wanted to say, and answered Amon's question first: "Yes, a little, when you give me 'wriggling hunger'......"

Holding the monocle, following the hint of inspiration, Amon suddenly laughed:

"Interesting, interesting.

"Your reasons and thoughts for asking for extraordinary items are genuine, but they still constitute 'fraud' and the conditions are met when I fulfill your request...... So, playing the code is to convince people that you're going to do A, but you're actually getting things done? ”

"......" Douglas couldn't help but open his eyes, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "If you know, why can I still feel the signs of digestion?" ”

If Amon knew the inside story from the beginning, it would be equivalent to not being cheated, and his failure to play would naturally not get feedback.

"I had a guess, but I didn't expect you to be bold enough to use me to play it." Amon admits calmly.

Deceived, but not completely deceived, it stands to reason that the play should fail, but his person and authority are too special, and Potions honestly gives a small amount of feedback.

Truth be told, without relying on stealing and deep parasitism to grasp Douglas's ideas, Amon knew that the gap between his own way of thinking and that of the remnants of the past was very large.

It's like He knows courage and sacrifice, but he can't fully understand what they mean.

So, although he intuitively noticed the anomaly of Douglas's behavior, because he didn't know enough about the other party, and decided not to steal his mind and listen carefully to the prayers, Amon did not guess the correct outcome.

After all, this kind of "obviously can't beat and there are no insurance measures, but you still have to skin it", Amon can't do it.

Interestingly, the last person he knew of who dared to intimidate others into digesting potions across several sequences was also a remnant of the old days.

Should it be said that it is the commonality of the remnants of the past, or the influence of the top of the sequence, or is it simply the mouth that is faster than the brain...... Amon adjusted his perception slightly based on the two experiences without much care, and said in a brisk tone: "If you can hide another layer, or even more calculations, you will be quite qualified as a 'master of tricks'." ”

Still hidden? How else can you hide it, is it a trick master per capita? Then you can't change your name to Pastry Master? …… Douglas was speechless and confused for a moment before he tentatively asked, "You, aren't you angry......

Amon glanced at him, shook his head and smiled, "I like all loopholes and fraud, of course, this does not mean connivance. Take your proportions and don't give me a chance to punish you. ”

His only believer received the hint from the words, his eyes flickered a few times, and finally he bowed his head respectfully and whispered, "...... Praise you for your tolerance. ”

Yes, this sentence sounds much more pleasing to the ear than before. Amon expressed his satisfaction, and reached out and tapped the glove with his index finger, which was very angry but did not dare to squirm:

"Now it doesn't need the flesh of a living person.

"But three times a day, in the morning, noon, and evening, they sing the praises of the 'true Creator', and they are afraid of mushrooms, and if they appear within five meters of them, they will not be able to use them."

Douglas: "......? ”

The corners of his mouth, which had just been on the rise, stiffened again, and he felt lost and incomprehensible again.

Forget the "true creator", who can tell me why a glove is afraid of mushroom ......?

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Black Olive Street is one of the main streets in the East End, and it is of medium grade, which means that the workers who live here are initially out of the stage of worrying about the next meal, have a job and a relatively stable income, have a little hope for the future, and a small room to shelter from the wind and rain.

The street is also filled with more hawkers, more pickpockets and homeless people ready to switch to the former. When workers are working or leaving work en masse, it's just as lively as the department stores in the Howford area are full of customers.

So when François. When Lupo took off his Storm Church robes and put on a neat but plain shirt and wide-legged pants and stepped into the street, he didn't pay much attention.

Of course, his burly and sturdy physique and the majestic temperament that he naturally exudes still make the residents of the East Side around him consciously or unconsciously stay away a little, and secretly guess in his heart which gang this person belongs to, and he looks like he can fight.

François himself was unaware of this. Although he was surprised by the chaos and disorder in the East End, his mind was more focused on the next meeting. He carefully traced the number of each apartment building down the street, eventually finding the number 18b written on the note.

Recalling the feeling of seeing the English characters, Francois's breathing became heavy and his heartbeat increased slightly.

On the one hand, the excitement of finding his kind in another world, and on the other hand, he has adapted to the Storm Church's substitute punisher squad leader "François" in a few months. The identity of "Lu Poo" is inevitably infected with the commonalities of extraordinary people in the storm sequence: frank, straightforward, not good at and disdainful of covering up and controlling emotions.

After all, there's nothing I can't solve with a single punch from the "Angry People", and if there is, then another punch.

A combat-ready man himself, Françoya had no fear, and with one hand in his coat pocket, he calmly stepped up the somewhat rotten staircase and walked up to the second floor with a tooth-aching creak.

There is only one room on the second floor, and the door is closed. Françoyer stood in front of the door and listened, but did not hear any movement.

He pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time.

That's right, April 15, 7:05 p.m.

Without further hesitation, he put away his pocket watch and confidently knocked on the door in front of him.

After waiting for a few seconds, footsteps rang from behind the door, followed by a slightly accented, but clear enough English question: "Where are you come from?" ”

François's gray-blue eyes flashed with light, he took a deep breath and replied in a deep voice, "Australia."

The door opened, and a young man with messy black hair, pale yellow eyes, and a scar on the side of his face appeared in front of him. Both looked at each other for a few seconds, remembering each other's facial features, before the young man reached out and introduced himself with a smile, "You can call me Douglas." ”

"Françoyer." He reached out and shook it heavily.

Douglas leaned sideways to let him in, and closed the door casually. Françoyer glanced at the empty room, which had little furniture except a rudimentary table with a panel of doors and three or four wooden armchairs. Gas lamps were installed on the walls of the room, but only the one near the table top was lit, illuminating half of the room.

The two of them sat down separately, keeping a short distance. Françoyer's hand in his coat pocket held the extraordinary object named "Honesty" and asked casually, "Are you MI9?" ”

"Honesty" is a fountain pen corresponding to the "audience" in Sequence 9, which can be used as long as there is physical contact. It enhances the holder's ability to observe and makes it easier for the holder to tell if the person is lying.

Although the ability is very simple, the advantage is that the negative effect is also very weak, and after six hours of use, the holder's emotions will be relatively uncontrollable, and there will be an urge to tell others about his secrets. But as long as you are strong-willed, or write down one of your secrets with this pen, the negative effect will be negated.

Francoyer, who was holding "honesty" in his hand, saw Douglas raise his eyebrows, showing a little surprise, and did not dodge or evade: "I'm not, but I guess, you're already extraordinary?" ”

"Not bad." François leaned back in his chair, not hiding his identity, "I am the official Extraordinaire of the Church of the Storm. ”

In his opinion, he is backed by the most powerful Storm Church of Rune, or as a mid-sequence extraordinary person in Sequence 7, with good strength and background, it should not be a problem to be the leader of a small group.

When he suddenly came to this strange world a few months ago, he was also at a loss for words. But his status as a Church Extraordinaire facilitates him, and as he learns more and more about the Extraordinary, François finds himself a bit addicted.

Who hasn't dreamed of being a superhero as a kid? With the vision and experience of his previous life, he accumulated meritorious service within the church, and soon became the leader of the "substitute punishment" team, determined to one day break into the upper echelons of the church.

It wasn't until he discovered that someone was delivering messages in English in the underground market that Françoyer realized that he was not the only protagonist of the era who had "crossed over".

After a moment of disappointment, his ambitions widened a little, and he felt that he could not limit his sights to the church.

Creating your own career is what a real man should do!

So Françoyer showed his strength very calmly, hoping to take the lead in the conversation and take over the first little brother.

Then he heard Douglas, who was thinner than him, "oh" without being touched at all, and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, I ...... Well, I'm from Mother Earth God Church. ”

Françoyer was silent for a moment, then emphasized: "I already have Sequence Seven, and I have a squad of 'substitute punishers' in my hands. ”

"Awesome, awesome." The other party nodded in praise with sincerity, but did not show any admiration or surprise at all.

Looking at Francois, whose eyes were slightly confused, Douglas couldn't help but be a little envious, although he didn't know what he was thinking.

This big brother from Australia, his personality is quite flamboyant, and he feels that he has not been beaten by society since he crossed over, such as being threatened as a believer by the sequence three that came without telling him......

Well, life has its own opportunities, and there is no harm if you don't make comparisons...... He cleared his throat and was about to talk to Big Brother Storm about something important, when he suddenly heard three voices: tu, tu, tu.

There was another knock on the wooden door. Before Douglas could move, François got up first and asked the question for himself: "Where are you come from?" ”

Okay. He moved his left hand, wearing "Wriggling Hunger", and looked at the door expectantly, hoping that it was Winkel. Einhorn.

But when the door was pushed open, a tall, thin boy appeared.

With a light sigh, Douglas was about to withdraw his gaze when he suddenly stood up again, snapped his fingers, and lit all the gas lamps in the room.

A few bits of orange fire immediately illuminated the room even brighter, allowing him to see the boy's face clearly.

Douglas frowned and asked in a deep voice, "Is that you?" ”

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Brother Storm: I understand, I have crossed over, I have magical powers, I have a good position in the church, I am the protagonist of the times! Not only do I have to compete for the Pope, but I also have to develop my own covert organization!

Leonard: Once upon a time, I thought I was the protagonist of the times......

Emrin: Once upon a time, I thought I was the savior of the Bloodline......

Alger: Once upon a time, I was also a second-to-fifth boy of the Storm Church......