Yager picked up his glass and walked into the ball room.

Even though it's morning, the entire tavern remains in a gloomy state, which may be convenient for hangovers to sleep through the whole day and then continue to consume.

Due to the small number of people, the door of the No. 5 ball room was originally ajar, and only an old man could be seen playing billiards entertaining himself through the crack in the door.

He knocked on the door and asked, "Kanlinen?" ”

The half-white old man looked up at him and put down his club: "That's right. ”

Yager walked into the room.

"Old William told me that you can collect some ominous things here."

Kan Lining, who had a scar on his face, couldn't deny it, his dark gray eyes stared at the thin young man who entered the door very threateningly, and asked rhetorically: "Did he say something unknown?" ”

"No, it's wanted by the church and the church." Yager pulled out his pocket watch and handed it to him.

There was a sudden silence in the room, and Käninen's original outstretched hand to take the pocket watch froze in the air for a few seconds, and then quickly retracted it, without giving Yager a chance to hand him the object.

He crossed his arms and pretended to be nonchalant, and then asked, "The kind of ominousness that is beyond common sense?" ”

All right.

It seems that church certification is very authoritative on extraordinary events.

Yager silently placed the pocket watch on the table. "Yes, there may be power beyond humans."

He accentuated the word 'human' a little.

Kan Linen tapped his hand on his arm, as if to judge whether he could be trusted, and stared at him for a moment before he spoke again: "I see." You've come just in time for a great appraiser who never makes a mistake. ”

"But I warn you, you'd better not offend him."

"No problem." Yager decisively agreed.

"Five souls a pound." The old man's eyes immediately turned to satisfaction when he looked at him.

This must be the look of the golden pound falling from the sky.

Yager paid the money while secretly mourning for his weekly salary.

After receiving the money, Kanlinen left the room cheerfully and told him to wait.

A few minutes later, he pushed the door open and let a middle-aged man walk in.

The middle-aged man was dressed very well, with a brown coat and a golden cane, and his hair was also wiped with hair oil close to the scalp, which was a common gentleman's dress in this era.

Kannin gestured to Yager from afar, then closed the door, leaving the two of them in the room to conduct transactions that would be suspicious to the eyes of the official transcendents.

"Do you have something extraordinary to identify?" The middle-aged man touched his delicately groomed goatee.

Yager didn't nod or shake his head: "I'm not sure if it's an extraordinary item, but I'm sure it once affected the mental state of the original owner. ”

"It is indeed possible." Hearing this, the appraiser did not touch the pocket watch on the table, but rubbed his chin a few times, and then stared at it.

The small space fell silent.

Yager felt a faint fluctuation of energy again, focusing on the appraiser's eyes. Compared to the last time the church personnel used extraordinary objects, this time he could 'see' the source of this energy very clearly.

The mysterious thread stretches from the appraiser's body all the way to the distant starry sky.

What's there?

Yager's black eyes shimmered with an inconspicuous red light.

His spirit seemed to gradually rise, observing the world in another state, apathy, slaughter, madness, creeping up his cheeks.

On the other side of the world, at the beginning of the starry sky, he saw a back.

[You are the embodiment of essence, you are the protector of craftsmen, you are the brilliance of technology!] 】

【God of Steam and Machines】

[Sequence 9 Liberal Scholars; Recipe .....】

The space began to distort, and the distance between the periphery and reality gradually overlapped in his spirit.

The figure suddenly turned around, and his eyes looked straight at where Yager was!

Then there was a group of vague shadows around him, farther away, who seemed to feel it, and their eyes focused in unison—

Yager closed his eyes suddenly.

The connection of the space failed, and his existence disappeared into the middle of nowhere.

The feeling of the figures being watched flashed.

The spiritual realm in this direction instantly turned into a scorched earth, and countless eyes repeatedly scanned here, looking for the line of sight just now.

In the cramped bar room, the black-haired youth reopened his eyes. His spirit had returned to its original place, and only the remnants of emotion left his expression extremely cold.

And all the while, there was no sign that the other person in the room was going to raise his head, or rather, his spirituality prevented him from doing so.

Do not look directly at God. 】

As he detached from his 'observation' state, his mind gradually returned to normal.

It's a good thing he closed his eyes quickly, otherwise he would have been caught, and he seemed to see something remarkable. Countless pieces of knowledge poured into Yager's mind in the process, but it didn't cause him the slightest discomfort.

The mysterious origins of this world are made clear in the input of knowledge.

Extraordinary abilities are provided by sequences, low sequences are very weak and symbolize the initial transition from humans to transcendent beings, and high sequences represent outright mythical creatures.

The appraiser in front of him was the lower rank of the "Knower", and at the end of his ascension was the god of steam and machinery that he saw.

But he himself does not fall into these categories.

In his state just now, he clearly 'sees' that he and they are not from a different source. For some reason, the strange and twisted power lurks in his rushing blood, allowing his epidermis to maintain its human form forever.

So the question is, how many sequences can he be considered now?

Because he did not have a clear understanding of the power of the gods, he subconsciously ruled out the possibility that he belonged to the class of outer gods.

"I've got it identified." As Yager fell into deep thought, the appraiser suddenly raised his head, interrupting his thoughts.

"This pocket watch is worth about three hundred gold pounds, and I need to charge four pounds as an appraisal fee, do you agree?"

So expensive?

The price of a pocket watch exceeded Jager's expectations. As a tentacle monster who was only paid eight pounds a month, he felt like he saw a new business opportunity.

"No problem." He nodded, "But can you tell me how effective it is?" I can add a pound to that. ”

The appraiser saw that he was very up-to-earth, and nodded happily: "Yes." This pocket watch is about sequence seven, and allows the user to utter a prayer that is destined to be delivered, but the downside is that he will also hear the whispers of the moon at the same time. ”

Generally speaking, the prayers of the righteous gods can be heard, and only the evil gods need the help of items.

"If there were a side effect, this pocket watch could even sell for a whopping six hundred gold pounds. Now, I'm sorry, four hundred gold pounds for the delicate carving of this watch, and I owe a hundred for extraordinary ability, and most of the extraordinary people will not buy it. ”

"It's better for you to get rid of it as soon as possible." He earnestly advised.

Yager smiled awkwardly but politely, and retrieved his pocket watch from the table.

Prayer? This effect was somewhat familiar, and it reminded him of the [Omen of Epholeta] he used before, which was also to summon a tentacle monster from the void. It is possible that he himself was called.

Maybe his essence is just the state of his soul.

Summoning strange things casually, no wonder Mr. Bill of the Psychic Alchemy Society died in his room.

There may be some speculation about his life experience, and Yager feels that this trip is worth it. Before leaving, he casually asked, "Is the carving of the pocket watch itself so expensive?" I've heard that its pattern is only worth about a hundred pounds. ”

The appraiser sneered disdainfully: "Where did that a clumsy appraiser come from!" The hands of this watch are encrusted with rubies mined on the West Coast, and the gears inside are so delicate that they can fetch a high price anywhere! ”

I have a friend, the poor appraiser, Yager, who rubs his face and admits that he is a hopelessly illiterate.

"At least ordinary people don't trigger its abilities, and transcendents don't use things from unknown sources, so you don't have to worry about it having a bad effect." Before leaving, the appraiser comforted him a few words, and still hinted that he could sell it at a big trading house as soon as possible.

"Okay, thank you very much."

After paying, Yager sighed helplessly.