Chapter 231 230

An arm as thick as cardboard protruded from the rift in space, holding a letter with the emblem of Randolph the butler.

Lloyd reached out and took the letter, and a student of the Executor happened to pass by, and he screamed in fright when he saw it.

"Ahh What is this? ”

"Don't! Take it easy! You're okay like this, this is a messenger of the strong, don't be afraid, he's harmless. ”

Lloyd hurriedly explained.

The arm also hurriedly cooperated with Lloyd's explanation, and waved his hand to the student in a friendly manner, which was regarded as a greeting.

"I see, it really scared me."

The student patted his chest and said:

"I've seen this kind of magical messenger that can transmit letters and objects across space in books, and I thought it would look like a kitten or a dog, but it turned out to be like this? It's amazing......"

Hearing him say this, the cardboard arm hurriedly raised his straight finger, ring finger, and little finger, and made a gesture on behalf of a fox, probably to express that he was a little fox?

"Haha, he's so funny, what about Lloyd's seniors? Do you have such a magical messenger too? ”

"Uh...... Not yet, I'll find a way to get one later. ”

Lloyd smiled and said truthfully.

In fact, he would like to say that he once had many of these messengers, such as the winged little donkey, which could fly; the cute Void Tyrannosaurus Rex; The black Roshan Great Demon King in his infancy and so on.

The student chatted a few words and left, but instead of leaving, the cardboard arm assumed a posture of holding hands, as if waiting for something.

"Huh? Do you need me to reply immediately? ”

Lloyd hurriedly asked.

Cardboard gave a thumbs up in agreement.

"Then please come in first, I'll make you a cup of tea."

Not wanting to startle the others any longer, Lloyd pulled the office door open a little more, then stepped aside and invited them in.

The cardboard arm then flashed in the air, along with the spatial rift, appeared above a chair next to the desk, and continued to assume a hand-holding pose.

Lloyd closed the door and pulled out a brand new teapot and tea set—a small gift from a judge the day before yesterday to thank him for solving the great crisis in the 18th district, and for helping to vent his anger.

Lighting the small stove and boiling a jug of water, Lloyd opened the butler's letter, then took out the notebook as a codebook, and began to decipher the butler's creepy scribble.

I probably haven't received a letter from the housekeeper for a while, and the handwriting on it has become more and more difficult to understand, and if I don't have a handwritten note as a reference, I'm afraid I will have to find a nurse in the hospital to decipher it.

Lloyd finished reading the letter with a guess, it probably said that the two had agreed before, the time was almost up, and he hoped that the two would meet at the tavern last time tonight, and reminded Lloyd that he would have to set aside an extra three days in the future.

Lloyd remembered this and attached great importance to it, after all, it was directly related to a core material for promotion to the fifth order.

I just didn't expect it to be so soon......

He first made a cup of tea for the cardboard arm on the other side, who was still waiting for a reply, and then picked up his pen and began to reply, saying that he would definitely go on time.

After handing the letter to the cardboard arm, the other party picked up the cup of tea that was still hot, poured it directly into the spatial rift, and then gave Lloyd another thumbs up, then picked up the reply letter and disappeared.

"Tomorrow...... Isn't that the day Wei Ya came back, and I haven't come back yet? ”

Lloyd roughly counted the time and pouted.

Somehow, he thought it was good.

Since he had to leave for three days, Lloyd went to greet the inquisitor on the top shift, and then found Métis in the library, returned the bell to her, and explained:

"I have to do a small favor to a high-ranking powerhouse, and then I have to leave for three days, and I have to work hard here."

"Hmph~ Got it."

Métis just snorted coldly, didn't raise his head, and continued to look at the book in his hand.

Huh? Wait a minute...... She's actually reading?

Lloyd was a little surprised.

"What are you doing in a daze? Do you expect me to say a few words of concern? Stop dreaming! I'm a bad woman in the truest sense of the word. ”

Métis said impatiently again, driving Lloyd away.

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In the evening, Lloyd arrived at the tavern on time, and saw the butler who was already waiting there at the door.

"Long time no see, Lloyd."

"Long time no see, Mr. Randolph."

"I heard that you have had a very good time during this time, and several old friends have mentioned you, it seems that my choice from the beginning was very correct."

"You've won a prize, it's just some trivial job."

After a few pleasantries, the two sat down in the tavern's box, and then the butler took out a device that looked like a nautical compass and placed it on the table.

In an instant, the noise and noise of the tavern vanished, and the two seemed to be isolated.

"A little toy for soundproofing."

The butler casually explained, then went straight to the point, telling Lloyd about the favor he needed.

Presumably, the two of them will go to a very remote town together tomorrow, and then there, meet with the other two powerhouses of the [Manifestation] system, as well as the two 'readers' they brought, and then the three parties will have a special 'gamble'-

The three 'readers', including Lloyd, will take turns to enter the three [stories] carefully arranged by the three strong men, and try to find the flaws and loopholes in the stories, trying to crack this [story]

The fewer [stories] that are cracked, the more complete and true they are, the final winner, who can absorb and merge the [stories] of the other two losers, so as to meet the conditions of the eighth [detachment].

"This is the ritual of the eighth transcendence?"

Lloyd asked.

"Yes, the [Detachment] of the [Manifestation] system is more special, because no one's [Story] can be absolutely true and complete, and it must absorb other people's [Stories] to improve and complete, which is the reason why the Eighth Order of the [Manifestation] system is relatively rare."

The butler patiently explained.

"Uh...... The strong man who lost [the story...... What will happen? ”

Lloyd asked worriedly.

The butler smiled and replied in that casual tone:

"Don't be nervous, at least your life is fine, it's just that you lost all the effort and preparation for [Transcendence], so you can relax, it's not the first time I've lost anyway."

(End of chapter)