The next day, early in the morning.

Mie wakes up from her sleep and watches with her eyes open to see someone dressed and washed like a ghost.

There was no movement during the whole process.

Limited by the weak physique of the traveling world, the consciousness projection body needs to be dormant regularly to maintain normal functioning, of course, the difference is not very large, but in the normal state, it can have more energy.

Sleep is an instinctive harmony between spirit and flesh, and the best way to recover, even for the greatest gods.

"Good morning, Brother Anzel."

"Don't get sick."

Jiang Yuan picked up the black coat on the hanger and buttoned the top hat above his head.

"The shirt was sent for pulp washing, and I only brought two sets of clothes this time."

Mie looked at the suitcase in the corner of the room, she had no idea when it had been placed there.

"There's something good in there?"

Being able to be carried around by someone must have some value.

"Swords and goldstones." Jiang Yuan replied indifferently, "Don't forget the knowledge of the Mystic and the geography of the New World. ”

"Got it." Mie put the quilt back on, "I'll take care of it for you." ”

Jiang Yuan stuffed the Force Gun Glory Hunter into the holster on his waist, and then opened the door and walked out of the room, Wang Duming did not allow pedestrians to wear weapons, and the patrolling Whitehall Riders strictly controlled this, but they would not search a gentleman casually, so the short sword dagger and the new revolver became a more suitable choice.

St. Andrew's University is fairly quiet in the morning, with classes around nine o'clock, followed by afternoon tea after two professional classes, similar to a variant of a club, and overall, the teaching content is not very compact, and students are entitled to go to the Great Norman Library in Queens to browse the ancient books for free to complete the weekly papers planned by the professors.

In front of the White Stone Fountain at the entrance of the campus.

A young man stands with a straight posture, he has gray eyes, a gentle temperament, the black uniform of the cadet has obviously been processed and improved, the appearance is meticulous, and the top of the pipe in his hand is inlaid with round jade, in this day and age, the smell of tobacco is regarded as a "superior taste" like perfume.

"Good morning, dear Monsieur Ansel, it's a pleasure to hear that you have arrived."

The gray-eyed young man stopped someone's way and smiled gently: "Please let me introduce myself first, the contemptible person is the eldest son of the Earl of Northwest City, Green Merhe, and is also the regional bishop of the Fallen Monks, the Nina you killed is an important member of the Lower Diocese, she has already completed her tour, and she is about to be sent to the royal capital to become the main dish of a certain adult, but she died for some reason, and the consequences of this matter are very serious. ”

"Go on." Jiang Yuan said calmly, the Northwest City is the name of the royal capital for the main city of the Northwest Region, and the real name is very long, as for the earl behind the young man in front of him, he belongs to the important minister of the duke, and he serves as the consul of the main city, and his strength and qualifications are indispensable.

Green was a little uncomfortable with this natural superior posture, smiled slightly, and continued:

"I have no ill will towards the Reinhutt family, and I have never offended Miss Mie, but only if your lordship is willing to cooperate, it will only be a masked ball."

"Sounds good." Jiang Yuan asked, "What can I get?" ”

"An ultimate pleasure experience, I serve the big men of the Red Fort." Green folded her hands over her chest and leaned over gracefully, "As long as she's satisfied, most of your requests will be granted." ”

"Mind the corpse." Jiang Yuan pointed to the point.

The smile on Green's face completely disappeared, which was why he was submissive to a Northwest Yankee, who could never deal with a nobleman with a corpse, who was also one of the high-ranking members of the Monks' Guild.

"What do you mean?"

"Since it is a joyful experience, then one time is definitely not enough, I also want to become a traitor and take your demonic path." Jiang Yuan said quietly, only the butler and Dudis knew about his stepping on the system of trickery, and other than that, the mortal world could not see through his own existence.

After a slight hesitation, Green's expression regained his warmth and smiled:

"Then please come with me."

The two left St. Andrew's University side by side, boarded the carriage at the door, Jiang Yuan lifted the curtain, his eyes swept out of the window, the building was constantly retreating, and the direction of progress was towards the periphery of the royal capital.

Downtown.

It's a representation of chaos and opportunity, and for the highest level, Whitehall lacks control over the ground beneath its feet, and even a lone Whitehall rider could be attacked.

The aqueducts on both sides of the street are filled with a foul-smelling cloudy liquid, the wooden buildings are mostly dilapidated, the doors and windows are closed, and the intersections are often filled with idle men.

In the invisible places, violence and death are played out in turns, and in the open perspective, the thieves infiltrate the homes of residents, only to find nearly decomposed corpses after searching, and valuable things have long been looted by the previous patron, and the house is only murdered.

In the oppressive and gloomy environment, only the shouts of newspaper sales spread.

Inside the carriage, Green spoke with interest, "Don't underestimate the newsboys on the side of the road, the Wangdu Printing Company is the industry of the giants in the lower city, and these children are the eyeliner of the one, but there are also a lot of guys who don't pay for it, and if they find out, they will basically be reduced to fodder for the underground Colosseum." ”

"All I care about is the potion you promised." Jiang Yuan said.

"Potions are indeed very precious things, but the most important thing in the royal capital is resources, the higher your position at the table, the more delicious you are eligible to enjoy, I can give you the potions of monks and white deacons first, but the seventh sequence will wait until the end of the matter."

A strange light flashed in Green's eyes, and in order to stabilize the prey, he said indifferently: "Monk, the ritual requires pious faith, and the response of the noble existence, of course, the righteous gods will definitely not lower their eyes because of the ants, every year on the first day of the fixed month, the corresponding church will hold a big mass, when the time comes, you can just mix in, if you are exposed, you will be killed by the believers at most, as for the white deacon, the difficulty increases, and you need to take up important positions in the regular church, but we also have channels, as long as you accumulate contributions, you can get a place." ”

"It's like a parasite." Jiang Yuan commented.

This time Green did not respond, according to the high-level speculation, the original demon path ritual should be more independent, but due to the loss or damage of the important source of the upper level of the path, resulting in the lack of response from the spirit world, and the inside story is full of secrets, so far no accurate conclusion has been reached.

The carriage arrives at a sixth-story building, which looks like it doesn't belong in a different way from the dilapidated downtown town, with a sign of the Red Lady Club hanging from the door frame.

The groomed guard did not stop them, and the two walked straight inside, and Green led someone to a room on the second floor, and in a few moments, a maid brought two bottles of potions of blue color.

"You stay here first, the dance starts in the evening, and if you feel nervous, you can use the maid to deal with it, and remember to behave well when the time comes."

With that, Green left, the invisible scent of the building making him look a little hurried.

(End of chapter)