East bank of the River Ivell, Manchester.

Manchester is a traditional industrial area with excellent transport links, with a three-hour train ride to Birmingham and a half-hour bus ride to Birmingham, and there are two levels of buses on the roads here, which are free of charge.

A yellow bus carried passengers to the Pikadi Garden Bus Center Station, and as the doors opened, the passengers stepped out of the car, and two men in black suits also stepped out of the bus.

"This is the Wudu area, it's really prosperous!" When he got out of the car, he sighed as he stroked the black round hat on top of his head.

"Evan, I remember you came here with the Inquisitors of the Inquisition before to clear up the people of the Vortex Music." Simon turned to his burly teammates and asked.

"Well, we dispatched six squads in that joint operation, and the Inquisition sent six of the most elite Inquisitors and fourteen heresy hunters, and we radiated outward from St. Peter's Square and successfully destroyed many strongholds of Vortex Music." Evan replied in a deep voice.

"However, the people in the Wudu area don't seem to appreciate us much." Evan said as he glanced at the few people around him who were watching them.

"It's supposed to be the people of the Clock Tower, after all, they're the hosts." Simon laughed.

"It doesn't matter, our mission is to catch or kill 09 and recover 4-331." Evan said coldly.

"That's right." Simon called up his personal perspective, and the interface projected and queried up the information.

"Hey, there is actually our comrade near the fog capital, and he is open to share the position. Look at this distance, it's not too far away from us. Simon said in amazement.

"Now is not the time to say hello, let's find 09 along Eden's calculations. After all, Youyang is the hometown of the flesh, and it is easy to have accidents if you delay it for too long. Evan whispered to Simon.

"Well, I'll turn on location sharing, so it's convenient for the other party to find us." Simon said as he turned on location sharing.

"Let's go."

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Three Portlands - Directional Portal.

[Sir, your leave application has been approved]

Jarvis sent a reminder to Xia Xiu, who was standing in front of the portal and wearing a black trench coat.

"Got it."

Applying for leave in less than half a month after the start of school is really impossible for ordinary people or without any good reason.

And the reason why Xia Xiu was able to apply for success easily was because his reason for taking leave was very domineering.

The statement of leave he presented to Professor Raugan contained only this sentence: I promise to complete the basic four departments of applied thaumaturgy within a month.

This is the same as when you ask for leave to ensure that you will get a full score in this monthly exam.

Ordinary teachers will not approve it, but the professors of the Deer Academy are not ordinary teachers, so they approved Xia Xiu's vacation application. Of course, if Xia Xiu didn't completely apply for the requirements himself, he would not face the reprimand of ordinary teachers.

"Alright, the hidden teleportation array connecting to the ground has been set up, and you can stand on it." The person in charge of ground teleportation said to Xia Xiu.

"Okay."

An azure light appeared at Xia Xiu's feet, and as the light exploded, Xia Xiu disappeared from the magic circle.

Fog du Lambeth area.

In the abandoned old city, an azure magic circle appeared out of thin air, and then Xia Xiu's figure appeared on it.

"In the Manchester area······ it seems that 09 has a way of confusing Eden's wide-area calculations." Xia Xiu looked at the shared location on the Red Book projection interface board and thought.

Eden, as the think tank of Terra's first genealogy of the Heavenly Kingdom, has amazing computing resources and permissions, and it can provide a lot of convenience for the personnel of the Heavenly Kingdom.

However, Eden's workload is also very large, not only is it responsible for connecting each of the celestial lineages, providing them with thaumaturgical resources and algorithm resources, but also responsible for monitoring any anomalies in Terra, fluctuations in the Aether Ocean, cultists, and ·······

Therefore, Eden sometimes allocates computing resources and picks and searches, which leads to a slight lag in its estimation.

You ask Xia Xiu why he was able to know that Eden's calculations were misguided, of course, because he is now not simply a cub of the heavenly lineage.

He's still a 'believer' on the Sarkic lineage.

Coincidentally, the Sarkic genealogy has suddenly been shared with several more locations on the interface, and none of them are in the Manchester area.

"Well, let's go say hello to my dear 'brothers' first." Xia Xiu took out a white mask from his arms, then pulled up the hood of the windbreaker behind him, completely shrouding himself in black shadows.

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A private fort on the outskirts of the Fog City, next to the River Thames.

"Except for the mad woman of Kladache, everyone else is here." A hoarse old man's voice rang out, he was the convener of this meeting - Harry.

"Well, her mansion was burned down a week ago, we didn't find her body, and the hounds didn't smell it, so it looks like she was raised." The ugly-looking Dorne laughed gloatingly.

"That woman is obviously not a thaumaturge, but she is very arrogant, and it is normal for her to be praised now." Another Sarkic also said with a smile.

"Yes, the woman doesn't know where she learned so much flower work, and she also recorded her bed work on the marble, I heard that it sells well in the market, and I have a friend who likes to buy her work. It's a pity.,It won't be updated in the future.,Her current work has become a masterpiece.。 ”

"That friend can't be you, I've seen you show your hospitality to Kladache."

"Get out!"

"Hahaha-"

Harry stared at his drowsy eyelids as the Sarkic cultists spoke, and he didn't stop the men, most of whom were plutocratic industrialists and occult enthusiasts like Kladache.

The Sarkic Cult has two different factions and eight sub-orders, four of which maintain the customs of the Sarkic Empire, and they are extremely xenophobic and do not operate openly unless they are in extremely isolated areas.

These sects display a strong fear of technology and resist the modernization of Terra, even engaging in sabotage when confronted with advanced industrial equipment.

That's why they are called Old Sarkic.

The other four sub-orders are different, with Sarkic cults who are not technologically averse and often present in densely populated areas, where their daily lives are not much different from those of others in the same culture and social state.

These are the new Sarkic.

For the Neo-Sarkic, the correct moral goal of an individual's life should be the pursuit of individual desires and the attainment of power.

And Harry is the spokesperson on the bright side of [Inner Sanctum Awakening], one of the new Sarkic Cults of the Fog Capital.

The Inner Sanctum Awakening likes to recruit some of the noble classes into the Order, and they place great importance on bloodlines.

But most people don't have an easy link to the immensity He covers.

These New Sarkic Orders are more likely to learn some flesh modifications and rituals, or to be given certain divine objects directly.

For example, Kladache, she has learned all kinds of bizarre flesh transformation techniques and sacrificial rituals, and the pendant in Xia Xiu's hand is something she bought from within the Order.

"When—"

Just as the laughter continued, Harry suddenly raised the wooden staff in his hand and slammed it on the ground, and the wooden staff hit the ground with a deafening roar, and everyone present couldn't help but cover their ears.

"Come out." Harry said, staring at the shadowy opening on the staircase above the hall.