"Marvellous indeed, Viscount Glerint." After hearing Glerinte's words, Prince Edsak's expression suddenly fell: "But you have to think about it, according to my current state, you should not be suitable to say this in front of me. ”

He had just been transferred to an unknown manor in the Southern Continent, and now he didn't even know if there were any enemies around him.

"If it were the real world, you would be sitting across from me right now." Glerint said in a heavy tone, "The moment I came in just now, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten a lot of things before. I felt like someone had been blinded and forgot what I wanted to do. ”

"To be honest, if I hadn't been here, I wouldn't even have remembered the fact that I had forgotten my memory."

“…… So serious? Edsak was shocked.

“…… Tsk, anyway, we're in big trouble right now. Triss tried to press the ring with transparent squares on her hand: "High-dimensional space, can I apply for a team transfer?" ”

"-Based on the position of the team members, there is no transfer authority at this time."

After receiving a cold, machine-like answer, Triss lengthened her voice and let out a "tsk" sound. She looked at the two team members beside her with some irritation:

"Look, we're in big trouble."

"This is quite wrong, according to our current sequence, Captain Triss has completed many tasks before a change here, and now he has fifth-order authority." Glerint touched his chin and said with a rigorous analysis.

Now Triss is a Sequence 5 Witch of Pain, and thanks to the many tasks she has completed, her "Dimension Walker" level has increased by one level, equal to her own sequence.

(Note: For details on the division of Dimension Walkers, see Chapter 59 of Volume I, "Dimension Walkers.") ）

Their squad privileges were calculated based on the highest member of the team, and after receiving the reply that there was no transfer clearance now, the three of them immediately realized the seriousness of the problem.

The Fifth Order of Authority had already allowed them to be removed from the presence of a single demigod, and the current situation proved that the enemies hidden by Gleilint and Edsak's side might be even stronger than the demigods.

"Perhaps, we can try memory sealing?" Edsak, who thought for a moment, made a suggestion to the two of them. As a member of the royal family, Edsak's memories became clearer and clearer, and he flexed his mind to see if he could use this method to avoid the horrors that might befall him.

Judging by Glerint's words, the two of them are probably now passive by memory. And their presence here shows that the great being who has given them strength is stronger than the enemy who caused their present predicament.

Seal the memories and let yourself forget about this place, and in doing so, you may be able to get them out of the mess they are in.

…………

Firth strolled through the somewhat dilapidated streets of the Southern Continent, carrying a suitcase she had just bought from a second-hand store in one hand, and placing the other hand casually on the left side of her body, seemingly relaxed, but in fact secretly quite tense, apparently guarding against the enemies around her.

It can be seen that the newcomer Furth is still a little nervous.

Dilapidated, decayed, backward...... It's similar to the eastern part of the kingdom of Rune, but it's more primitive and brutal.

As a best-selling author, his instinct allowed Furth to find that the bloody things were brought to life in a naked way, unlike the kingdom of Rune, which hid them.

Hidden in the East End of Beckland, hidden in the blood of the poor.

It's hard to say which of the two is more brutal.

"Alas, the teacher asked me to find out the situation of the Rose School in the Southern Continent, how should I find this?" Firth muttered to himself, "It would be nice if Hugh was here, I don't have any experience with this kind of thing." ”

After a moment of frustration, Furth regained his spirits, hesitated, and walked towards the place where the buildings were still intact.

The current location of Forth is probably near the valley of the Pas, in the area of the former kingdom of Paz in West Bailang. In her experience during her time in the Kingdom of Rune, the Tavern was the best place to find out.

It's just that Firth doesn't know that the current Southern Continent is different from the past, and there is not only potentially useful news in the tavern now, but also quite dangerous.

Pushing open the door, which looked a little dilapidated compared to Beckland's tavern, the scene that greeted Falth was not much different from the rest of the place. There are drunks like the taverns in Beckland, and the whole environment is full of indulgence and crime.

She sat down at the bar of the tavern, and tapped the table with the knuckles of her index and middle fingers, following Hugh's previous movements when she came to the tavern, and said in a jerky tone according to the tone of the adventurer she had seen:

"A glass of Southwell beer."

"Nope." The bartender behind the stage sneered, and his face had a heavy Southern Continent appearance: "If you want to drink those imported wines, you can go to the tavern opened by the Rune people - the little girl of the Northern Continent." ”

"I only have beer made by the locals here."

Listening to the obviously hostile language in the bartender's words, the drunks around him laughed, and some of the obviously drunk Southern Mainlanders spat out some filthy words from their mouths.

Is it my bloodline that makes these people hostile to me? Not really...... Furth touched his chin.

"Beer made by the locals, that's fine. Get me a drink. Furth's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at the men who were visibly sneaky towards him. She turned and looked at the bartender in front of her:

Actually, I'm an astrologer who is going to come here to make a living. I've heard before that this side of the Southern Continent is the birthplace of astrology, and I'm going to come here to learn about it. ”

Following the example of his teacher, Forth casually found a seemingly ridiculous reason, smiled at the bartender who had made a glass of beer and thought about the bar.

After seeing the expressions of the people around her, she knew that if she followed Beckland's set, it would not work. There are probably no police organizations here, and even if they do, they are probably in league with local gangs.

"Your beer."

The bartender looked at the soft-looking Northern Continent woman in front of him with great interest, obviously not taking her words to heart.

Every day, people who come to the tavern find dozens of people who say they have special abilities, but how many people actually have that kind of trait? At first, the bartender could still be intimidated, but after hearing too many of these words, the bartender would not easily believe the person who said them.

The current situation in the southern continent is a lack of common sense, if not stupid.

After all, many so-called "people with special abilities" who have revealed their identities have quietly died in some dark corner. And the bartender obviously didn't think that the Northern Continent in front of him had that special ability like those "adults".

"Can you see how I'm doing now?" The bartender moved his joints a little to relieve the soreness caused by standing here for a long time. Furth smiled slightly, and gently shrouded the glass of the beer with his long, white fingers.

"In fact, anything around us can be astrolog, and it seems to me that even this glass of wine corresponds to the stars." The corners of her eyes curled slightly, and she said with a slight mystery according to the tone of the murderer in "Storm Villa" written by herself:

"For example, you see ......"

She glanced with her blue eyes at the men who were sneaking towards her, and quietly performed a "slip spell" at the bartender's feet as he curiously approached the inferior beer.

Just now, her spiritual instincts had been warning herself, telling Furth that there might be something not very good in this glass.

As an astrologer, Firth doesn't really have the ability to fight head-on, at best she only has some relatively strange and fancy but less powerful spells, but sometimes they can work wonders.

Like, now.

In terms of pretending to be a ghost, this aspect is still the most extraordinary among the three ways in the mysterious realm.

The bartender only felt his feet slip, and suddenly his whole body lost his balance, and his whole face slammed into the table.

Firth picked up the glass and wanted to smash it in the face of the ill-intentioned bartender, but after thinking about the fact that her own strength had not been strengthened by the potion and that it was very likely that she would not be able to smash the glass, Firth decided to do something else.

Her hand holding the glass paused in the air, and slowly turned the rim of the glass, drenching the bartender with the liquor.

"I told you all, I'm an astrologer. I've got that trick yet, so—what the hell did you put in my cup? ”

She casually threw the cup on the ground, hiding the natural tremor of her legs—the first time she had done such a thing, Furth was still a little weak-hearted.

Firth then turned his head and smiled, pretending to be casual to see if anyone around him showed any strange looks, and at the same time half-turned his body and took out a bottle of highly distilled liquor from the table next to him, smashed the bottle to the ground, and rubbed the fingers of his right hand lightly, releasing the "incineration" spell of a "master of tricks".

You know, even if the spell itself is less powerful and not very powerful, the ability to incinerate itself can easily burn items to ashes, and with the help of alcohol, the natural power will become even greater.

Even the flame of the occult, when it becomes substance, is subject to the laws of the material world.

Furth made his body blur as he leaned behind the bar. Under the influence of the chaos she had just created, Furth easily escaped from the crowd watching her.

After dodging, Furth let out a long sigh.

“…… The bars here are dangerous, much more dangerous than Beckland's. Furth sighed silently, and she looked around, ready to find the passage to the outside.

But then, her pupils contracted violently, as if she had seen something that made her jaw-dropping.

"No......" Furth looked at the scene in front of him and involuntarily spoke:

"Is this the Southern Continent?"

In front of her was a rather dimly lit room, and through the door of the room, one of the bound figures could even be seen.

…………

Amun's raven flapped its wings and flew to one of the servants in the manor. He wanted to go straight to the plague-like parasitism he was used to, but eventually gave up on the idea and decided to do what his brother said.

The servant's mouth curled slightly, and he took a monocle from his pocket and put it on his right eye. With a twist of his wrist, he stole the memories of the three people sitting on the couch talking happily.

Just now, Amon was taken out by Adam, and staged a scene of mutual temptation between father and son, brother and brother. After the two men's consultations, a new cooperation in the Fifth Age was initially reached.

Out of an abundance of caution, Amon habitually stole the memories of several people to see if there were things that he and Adam could not grasp when he was not here.

After all, when Edsak suddenly appeared here, the two men knew that the authority of the outer gods might be related to fate and space, and according to Amun's own experience, the authority of fate alone could not cause such an exaggerated effect.

Even if the Edsak in front of him has nothing to do with the Outer Gods, Amon and Adam still have to consider whether the Outer Gods will have a back hand on him.

As a "blasphemer", Amon himself has often stolen the fate of ordinary people and extraordinary people. But in any case, those who lose their fate in the end also become forgotten people, and they do not abruptly be carried from one place to another by fate because of the return of fate after losing their fate.

However, to Amun's disappointment, he did not receive further information. The memories of these men seemed to be as normal as ever, and there was nothing unusual except for Edsak's previous experience of escaping from the kingdom of Rune with Triss.

“…… Adam, I'm afraid it's your problem, George III may have made some deal with some outer god that you don't even know about. ”

"I don't see anything wrong here."

Amon didn't get a reply, but he knew that Adam must have heard his voice.

He looked at the sky, a smile on his lips.

——

“…… Teacher? Sharon couldn't help but blurt out as she looked at the spirit that suddenly appeared in front of her. The two high-ranking extraordinaries of the "prisoner" path looked at each other, leaving Sharon at no idea what to say.

After a while, the two sat on the boat and began their first communication since being hunted down.

(Marić: What about me?) ）

Salted fish is finally no longer salted fish (not

In a way, salted fish are still quite brave.

Recently, I've been trying to write about the plot of the Southern Continent in the form of group portraits, which is the main stage of the second volume, and I have no experience in writing group portraits, so I hope you can ask if you see any questions.

Recently, there has been a limit of exemption, and everyone can follow it up a little bit, and those who are raising books can also be slaughtered. I've been trying to keep two shifts a day lately, and that's more than 7,005 a day, well, that's pretty much it.

I don't know the recommendation rules of the starting point very well.,But you're still in trouble lately, you can take advantage of the limit to catch up.,So that the moon tiger can still be on the recommended position.,I'll add 3 more to the last recommended position.,Please everyone!

(End of chapter)