At the moment before stepping out of the tailor's shop, he suddenly felt some kind of bad breath, and the steps he had already taken stopped in place, but Mo Lin behind him couldn't dodge and hit his back.

"I said, show off your might in my shop, and then leave without saying hello? Isn't that not good? ”

An ethereal-sounding female voice came from the second floor, and Dan's gentle smile froze on his face for the first time, "What...... How can I ......"

"Heh......" the ethereal female voice was full of sneer, "If I don't speak, will you pretend that nothing happened and slip away?" ”

"Miss Lavender, where is this?" Dan Yan smiled gently, and there was a lot of sarcastic in his smile, and then fled in a panic, Mo Lin covered his forehead, and suddenly felt that Fran, who looked wilted and wilted, seemed to be less terrible than before.

The woman who was called Lilac let out a meaningless sneer from the top of the second floor, and then spoke in a deliberately cold tone to the few people who were still left below, "Since my face has been lost, why should I still be hindered from doing business here?" ”

The naked sarcasm in his tone was not disguised at all, but Morgan couldn't say anything, so he could only laugh and dare not say anything.

A guard of honor came from afar, and after hurriedly saluting, they helped Lisuo and the three princesses and others away. Looking at the miserable-looking guy, who had always stood by and watched, Inaka, who looked at him coldly, sneered and said, "You should be glad that Fran was not injured today, otherwise my father would not mind changing to a so-called Manshu Sawa heir......"

Lisuo's face was hideous, and he wanted to speak, but the sharp pain in his abdomen made him unable to make any sound at all, and he could only widen his eyes and look at Inaka angrily.

Morgan saw that his eyes were full of unwilling detachment, his brows furrowed slightly, and he was taken away from the exchange meeting by the honor guard with the detachment. The Knights of Manshushava finally left with their embarrassed deputy leader, thinking that when they returned to the Manshusawa family, what awaited them would not be a good outcome.

At this time, only Morgan and Inaka were left on the field.

"What the hell is going on?" Morgan frowned and asked, "That kid's situation is very wrong, at least he wouldn't be so aggressive on weekdays." ”

"Some idiots, thinking that Fran was only able to kill the gods by feasting, came running to make small gestures, trying to get a kick." Inaka sneered, "As for Fran? I don't know the situation very well, and I can only feel that his anomaly is not caused by the conflict between divinity and humanity. ”

"Not a conflict between divinity and humanity?"

"Yes, in a way, it's a lot like the rite of passage for the revelator, but with a difference. But according to the feast of bliss that his so-called elder brother said, it is recorded in the information on our side, and it is a kind of high-level secret ritual whose function is unknown. ”

"Rite of passage? I guess this coming-of-age ceremony is not the same as I remember, right? ”

"Yes." Aka's face was as pale as frost, and he nodded slightly, "The believers of the feasters can use the power devouring to devour the enemy, and this devouring will keep some nutrients or energy in the believers' bodies, and when the believers can no longer bear too much energy, they will arrange some kind of secret ritual to sacrifice the energy stored in the body to the feasters in exchange for more power, which is also one of the channels for the promotion of the believers of the feasters." ”

"Power Devour, you mean, the death-retributing bird."

Inaka didn't speak, just shook his head slightly, "This is the end of the information exchange, we still have a lot of things to deal with, don't we?" Director Fran. ”

At this time, she is no longer the sixth princess of the Olin Empire, but the chief judge of the state religion Valhalla's trial organ!

"I have one more question." Morgan opened his mouth to stop Inaka, who turned to leave, "You brought Fran here, this is your game, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Why?"

Inca did not look back, "The feast must be in his hands." He is not qualified to give up. ”

With that, the ice-blue skirt fluttered, turned a corner from Morgan's complicated gaze, and then vanished.

Morgan took out a cigarette, lit it in his mouth, and then swallowed the smoke in no hurry, just watched the smoke dissipate into the air in a daze, his eyes were full of thought, and then patted the armor behind him as a thing to rely on, and ordered to Bora Hai inside, "You take it here...... I'm going to find Moxiso, and I'm telling my brothers to be careful not to spread the word. At least don't let the kid hear ......"

The communication between the two did not shy away from the many inquisitors of the Inquisition Bureau on the side, one felt that they were all trustworthy brothers, and the other felt that there was no need to hide it from others.

The Inquisition's limousine sped away from the scene of the Dimensional Exchange and drove towards a wasteland, not shying away from the eyes of the peeping eyes, let alone the one in the palace.

By the time Morgan got out of the car, Moxiso had been standing quietly at the entrance of the underground palace passage where the precision gears were raised for a long time, and after seeing Morgan, Moxiso nodded lightly and motioned for Morgan to follow. After making his way through the familiar passage and nodding to the half-baked researcher, Morgan finally followed Moxiso into his chief's office.

Unceremoniously sat on a soft sofa, felt a can of cold beer from the Xiaoice box next to her, took a sip, and let out a comfortable moan.

"Scared terribly?" Moxiso looked at the posture of his old friend in front of him, but he didn't stop it, you know, he wears a mask all day, how could he possibly prepare a refrigerator for himself in the office?

It's not designed for some idiot who likes to drink cold beer no matter what the season.

"Well, damn it, how dare that stupid woman?"

"Who knows, probably spoiled. I have just received information that the third prince, who is spending all day drinking, has been called into the palace. ”

"Tsk......" Morgan's face showed just the right amount of schadenfreude, "That idiot probably has half a life left, and as for that stupid woman, I think it's hanging ......."

But I didn't expect Moxiso to shake his head,

"Not necessarily, that stupid woman will live, at least Your Majesty will try to keep that stupid woman alive."

"Why? Your Majesty is not afraid of prying eyes......"

"The Voyeur made a pact with Fran, remember? The fruit of this day shall be brought forth by you. Moxiso shook his head, obviously worried about his friend's intelligence, "He gave Fran the task of putting the blasphemer to death. It's a forcibly bound anchor"

"Is that an anchor?"

"In a sense, it is, but it is necessarily not as anchoring as a real anchor for human nature. But at this point, it can already make a huge difference. ”

"But why? From the very beginning, I wondered why the voyeur would have so much kindness to Fran. ”

"......," Moxiso was silent, "aren't you curious why I would know what happened there?" ”

"Shouldn't you know?" Morgan blinked, then drank the cold beer in his hand, "Anyway, you're mysterious, and I won't be surprised if I say you're also a demon one day." ”

Moxiso was silent, then threw out a thin newspaper from the cluttered desk next to him, and Morgan took it suspiciously, and at a casual glance, he was stunned in place.

I saw that on the layout of the newspaper with the logo, it was written in a few large characters: Shock! The editor-in-chief of our company was scolded as a brute in the remote plane!

(For details, please click on the image below to watch the video of the reporters present.) ）

Morgan looked up, under the gaze of Moxiso's pale mask, and stretched out his hand, wiping the sweat that had just oozing from his clothes, somewhat flusteredly. Then click on the color picture, which clearly shows a pair of different colored eyes, since Morgan clicked.

The eyes close, and then an image automatically plays, starting in front of a grilled fish stall with a slightly lower perspective, and then the figures of Fran, Posen, and Mo Lin gradually appear in the image. This place turns to ashes, and Morgan can put together the ashes with his eyes closed, and even guarantee that there is no difference from the original!

In addition to staying in the monitoring room for the past few weeks, he has been busy in that damn place and his scalp is numb, and even just now, he was scared into a cold sweat by a cat in that place.

Well, just like this time.

"What you're holding in your hand is part of the Mystery's Mystic, which can also be said to be a derivative."

"Cheng ...... Into the mystical instrument? ”

"Well, it's not secret information, the power of the voyeur is to record and disseminate, and at present his person has reached the status of a god, but the accumulation of power is slightly weaker. And this kind of small newspaper can fulfill his power, and in the process of being read by others, he can accumulate a certain amount of power from the recording and dissemination of events. ”

“…… Hahahaha...... It's really a down-to-earth god......" Morgan laughed dryly, what else could he do but laugh silly at this time?

"Because of a number of things, the relationship between the Voyeur and the Feast and the Mad Lady is close, and as for the relationship with Fran, I don't know, but I think there are some reasons for this." Moxiso sat down on the couch across from Morgan, "But I have a guess. ”

"What?"

"Because of the need for power and secret rituals, the voyeur has always been a ...... Well...... Fun-loving guys, you know? That is, something is going to happen in Olin worthy of His record. ”

"Dimensional Meeting?" Morgan snorted, but Moxiso was silent and just looked at Morgan quietly. Morgan sighed, "So what the hell do you mean?" ”

"Remember the dead Zixi?" Seeing Morgan nodding, Moxiso continued, "I didn't ask someone to investigate, the person I asked was the incarnation of the voyeur. ”