Lei Si grovelled and took Xia Xiu to a two-story house, and he smiled at Xia Xiu awkwardly:

"Master Stephen is here, he's usually here during the day, I'm ······"

Xia Xiu glanced at him, he naturally knew what Lei Si was embarrassed about. The other party knew that he was a thaumaturgist, and knew that only the leaders who were also thaumaturgists could fight Xia Xiu, so Lei Si would not hesitate to lead Xia Xiu.

In other words, if ordinary people beat him, he would have called his brother to go side by side.

Thunder believed that his fellow thaumaturgist leader would be able to defeat the milky boy, but in the end, this kind of behavior as a leader of the party was still embarrassing.

"Thank you."

After Xia Xiu said to Leisi, he walked straight to the door. He twisted the doorknob, but it wasn't locked, so he opened it and walked in.

Xia Xiu's too direct behavior made Lei Si standing outside the door stunned, and he went in. It's not that he stays now, it's not that he doesn't leave, and the whole person is a bit square.

········

The inside of the house looks very dull, the curtains next to the windows are closed, these curtains are very good at blocking light, and the outside light is filtered through the curtains is particularly weak.

Xia Xiu looked at a painting hanging in the center of the room through the dim light, which was a life-size portrait of a standing figure.

In the painting is a man in a white wig and dressed in a formal suit. The man had his right hand in the seam of his coat, and in his left hand he held a ceremonial sword, and he had sharp eyes with which he was staring ahead.

Xia Xiu came to the painting, took off his hat politely, and bowed slightly to the other party:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stephen."

Silent.

The whole room was still quiet, and Xia Xiu stood quietly in front of the portrait, his eyes squinting slightly.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes later, Stephen spoke in the portrait.

"Boy, do you have anything to do with me?"

In the portrait, Stephen pulled his hand out of the slit of his coat, and then reached out from the edge of the painting, and a chair was pulled out of thin air, and he sat on the chair, raised his head and asked the blond-haired and golden-eyed boy in front of him.

"Three Portlands are about to land in the fog capital."

"Oh."

"Luyuan has started a new round of recruitment."

"Hmm."

"I want you to recommend me to the Deer Courtyard."

"Oh."

Stephen raised his eyebrows, and then said in a flirtatious tone:

"I'm a gangster, how can I be qualified to recommend students to the Deer Academy. I see that you kid has a strange skeleton, and those owls should come to you with envelopes and farts in their mouths to invite them to join the deer courtyard. ”

"Consciousness does not send instructions to those who have a pedigree." Xia Xiu looked at Stephen's playful eyes and continued:

"The City Council of Three Portlands is organized on a mayor-council model, with the Three Portland City Councils exercising legislative and enforcement functions in a unified manner and being overseen by the mayor. The City Council is a unicameral body with city-wide elected members and a single transferable voting mechanism for proportional representation. ”

As Xia Xiu's words progressed, Stephen's eyes gradually became gloomy from the playfulness at the beginning.

"And, the city of Three Portlands is one of the few cities that allows ghost voting—"

Qiang –

The blade was unsheathed, Stephen didn't know when he came out of the painting, the thin sword in his hand was against Xia Xiu's Adam's apple, as long as he sent his hand forward, blood would spurt out.

"Mr. Stephen, be careful."

Xia Xiu raised his hands and chuckled at Stephen, who looked at Xia Xiu coldly and said to him:

"Knowing I'm a ghost, and knowing I'm from Three Portlands, you seem to know more."

The reason why Xia Xiu knew Stephen was because the other party was the transfer NPC who was responsible for issuing the task of transferring to the deer courtyard genealogy in the fog capital area in his previous life, Stephen was originally a ghost councilor of the deer courtyard, and later because he learned that Colin Creevey, the sixth lord of the clock tower, had created a unique portrait manifestation thaumaturgy, so he ran from the deer courtyard to the fog capital to learn.

Portraits are created through spells and potions.

Whether it's a photograph or a painting, the thaumaturgists of the clock tower can cast magic on it to animate. Even Colin Creevey can activate these images with thaumaturgy even if he takes them with his normal camera, as long as he uses the correct potion on them.

The more you put in, the more realistic the portrait will be. Many families of the clock tower have begun to consciously make this kind of manifestation portrait, because this kind of portrait is convenient for their own inheritance.

With further research into this thaumaturgy, thaumaturgists discovered that the portrait technique could also preserve ghosts, ghosts could move freely through the images, and the ghosts in the portraits could easily observe the Aetheric Ocean.

It's a perfect fit for the three laws of thaumaturgy.

Stephen left the Deer Courtyard and came to the Fog Capital because he was interested in portrait thaumaturgy, and he was supposed to study the new technology at the Clock Tower.

It's a pity that he himself is a ghost who can't stand loneliness, so he always wants to have some fun. So for fun, he joined the Blank gang.

At this time, Stephen's thin sword slightly pierced the skin at Xia Xiu's throat, and the subtle blood beads condensed on the tip of the sword, Stephen looked at Xia Xiu sharply, if Xia Xiu didn't give him a reason not to kill him next, or the reason was not sufficient, then the next scene would be a blood jet.

"Mr. Stephen·····"

Xia Xiu shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and then a light appeared in his left hand, and the red book floated on his left hand.

Stephen looked at Xia Xiu's left hand, and then as if he felt something, he immediately withdrew the thin sword, and then looked at Xia Xiu with an unusually disgusted look. That look seemed to be as if Xia Xiu was a pickled thing—whoever saw it had to retreat.

"It turned out to be a cub of the kingdom of heaven, bad luck. You'd better not die here, I don't want to be labeled a heretic by Eden, the think tank of the Kingdom of Heaven, and then somehow become the prey of the Grey Knight. ”

"I'm still a newcomer, and I'm at the bottom of the 'Book of Life' sequence in the think tank." Xia Xiu said with a shy smile.

Who is pretending to be pure with TMD, none of the cubs in heaven are good things, especially the squinting guys. Stephen looked at the despicable squinting imp with disdain.

"Aren't people like you supposed to be in the Knights of the Templar, the Inquisition, or the Burial Authority, the Red Book of Heaven? Why did you come to me in a hurry, begging me to go to Deer Yard? Stephen then sneered at Xia Xiu.

Because I stepped on two boats, I was afraid that I would be cut apart if I found out. Xia Xiu muttered to himself in his heart, but on the surface, he said with a look of secrecy:

"I did it for a reason."

"Heh, then why should I recommend a person with bad intentions to my alma mater······"

"30,000 central coins"

Stephen said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about, am I the kind of person who sells his alma mater for money? ”

"Plus 10,000"

"Luyuan is my youth! All my knowledge has been cultivated by her, how can you despise my relationship with my alma mater so much! ”

"So-"

"Gotta add money!"