The ground floor of the former 36 Rue de Zotland was stuccoed, and the two windows on each floor were surrounded by closed bows, which was characteristic of the building around 1300 of the Fifth Age, and the lighting was not so good.

After the reconstruction, there is a small porch sheltered on the ground floor, flanked by two-storey convex belly windows, the details of the window frame have inter-window walls and decorative column heads, supporting thin stone beams, and above the high convex belly window is the parapet wall, which inherits the third floor.

This is a three-storey style that has only become popular in recent years.

In a trance, Leonard had the feeling that he was in the wrong place.

After a pause of ten seconds, he took his cane inlaid with silver and white metal and stepped into 36 Zotland Street, and then, as he climbed the stairs, went around the corner, and saw a black gate and a vertical signboard:

"Black Thorn Security"

At this point, he seemed to become more familiar, quickened his pace, and pushed open the half-hidden door.

Putting the newspaper on the table, the brown-haired girl who had blocked her face heard undisguised footsteps and moved the newspaper, revealing a smooth forehead, light brown eyes, and a beautiful face.

“...... Good afternoon, Roshan. Leonard greeted with a slight hesitation.

Luo Shan first showed a surprised expression, then sank a face, and said unusually indifferently:

"Good afternoon.

"Congratulations on avenging the captain, Crane, and others. ”

Leonard opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond, and even the action of raising his hand and holding down his top hat was too much to do because he didn't like wearing a hat.

He squeezed out a smile and nodded slightly, then stepped forward in silence, past Roxanne, ready to enter the door inside and outside the partition.

Just as he was about to enter the office area, he suddenly heard Luo Shan behind him say in a rather whisper:

"Live Well ......"

Leonard's pace slowed slightly, and he nodded heavily.

Arriving in the inner area, he immediately saw Frye standing at the door of the captain's office.

This "corpse collector" still shows a pale appearance that has not been exposed to the sun for a long time, black hair and blue eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, and a cold and dark temperament.

Leonard looked at the other party carefully for a few seconds, exhaled, and smiled diligently:

"Long time no see. ”

"Good afternoon, long time no see. Frye gestured to the captain's office, "I've received a telegram knowing of your request, I'll have two members of the team follow you, and you'll need to fill out a seal request form." ”

Leonard smiled a little stunned:

"You're the captain, you're not as silent as you used to......"

Leonard had actually digested the "Requiem" potion and could be promoted to Sequence 5 "Spirit Witch", but in order to steal the power of the blood of the "Eternal Sun", he deliberately did not report it, and continued to appease the spirits in the area around Beckland, and finally, with his own efforts, found an opportunity to come to Tingen.

"Yes. Frye bowed his head lightly, "Actually, I don't like to say so much, but as the captain, I have to say it." ”

Leonard nodded slightly:

"When did you become captain? Why haven't I heard of it at all......

"Recently. Frye answered the question succinctly before explaining, "Not long after you left, I became the 'gravedigger' of Sequence 8, and last month I was finally promoted to 'psychic', and the previous captain happened to be transferred. ”

"......So fast," Leonard struck himself in the head with a fist before he could finish his words, "look at my memory, forget that Klein has shared some experiences with everyone. ”

He lowered his right hand and smiled at Frye instead:

In this way, you will have the time and space to ascend, and you may be able to become a deacon in the future. ”

Frye glanced at him, retracted his gaze, and said:

"I don't think I'm going to be looking for a promotion. ”

"Why?" asked Leonard, who walked a few steps to Fry's side, a little surprised.

Frye looked up at the ceiling, and said in a low and low voice:

"I want to stay here.

"Always protect this place. ”

Leonard was silent for a moment, not responding.

He glanced left and right, only to feel that there was a big transformation here, but there were some constant things hidden in the depths.

Frye was also silent for a while, and then said:

"I'll send two members of the team to follow you. ”

As he spoke, he walked to the bottom of the aisle, and Leonard subconsciously followed.

In the office at the bottom, the door was open, and several night watchmen were playing cards and fighting evil.

Sensing the captain's approach, they put down their pokers and stood up.

Leonard glanced at it and saw two familiar faces, namely Luo Yao, who had smooth black hair and slender eyebrows, and Xijia, who had white hair and black eyes.

At the same time, he saw a few unfamiliar faces, and saw pennies, sole, and playing cards on the table.

In an instant, he was in a trance, and his vision was a little blurred.

............

In the waters of the Rorsted Islands, in a small harbor with a fishing village, the "Future" is in the bottom cabin.

Frank Lee rolled up his cuffs, crossed his arms, and carefully examined the mushroom in front of him.

The mushroom and the cap were one meter eight high, and the white surface was covered with several distinct red spots, like eyes, nose and mouth.

In addition to these, its torso also protruded with spores, growing thick and powerful white hyphae like tentacles.

Frank looked the giant mushroom up and down a few times, then looked around, looked at the various mushrooms that were covered with wooden walls and floors, long or short, large or small, and said to the "craftsman" Charff beside him:

"Yes, this experiment has progressed again, this mushroom has a strong tendency to reproduce itself, which makes it hungry and desperate for the monster's flesh to replenish it.

"And whether it's roasted or boiled, it can eliminate its activity, and it's no longer so dangerous.

"Well, how does it taste? Didn't you taste it just now? Its breeding offspring will randomly smell of beef, fish, wheat, and some even full of milk, and one plant can satisfy the needs of a breakfast, you see, the crew doesn't like to drink anymore, and there are mushrooms everywhere that can be picked...... I thought, sometimes, when you go to the wilderness, you need to carry dry food or hunt wild beasts in order to fill your stomach, and this is too troublesome, if you can grow mushrooms on your body, wouldn't it be a lot easier?"

"The Craftsman" Sharfby was much thinner when he was in Byam, with deep-set eye sockets, a dull gaze, and a lack of agility.

Hearing Frank's words, he didn't know what to remember, his body trembled slightly, he squatted down silently, opened his mouth, and vomited.

"Are you alright? I know you've worked hard, and I really have to thank you for this time. Frank said to the craftsman sincerely, "If it weren't for you, this mushroom wouldn't have such a strong tendency to reproduce itself, and besides, in the moonlight, its vitality will become extremely tenacious and able to purify itself, which can effectively eliminate the toxins accumulated by devouring monsters." The only problem at the moment is that there is no moonlight in pure darkness, and that's what we need to solve next. ”

Sharf didn't speak, and when he had finished spitting, he stood up suddenly, turned and was about to rush outside, but the thick and powerful white mycelium spread and pulled him back.

"Come, give me back my magical items! I'm going to die with these mushrooms!" he shouted frantically, his voice getting lower and lower, his mouth gagged.

At this time, somewhere outside the fishing village, the blue-green vines retracted rapidly, as if they were growing upside down.

"The star general" Gardelia walked out of it, her eyes dark purple mixed with silver.

Her ears still echoed with the illusory whispers of the "Hidden Sage", but she was no longer terrifying, not completely unbearable as before, and as far as she could see, there were countless wandering figures in indescribable forms, a thick curtain like shadows, an invisible gaze cast from nowhere.

Compared to the past, she could vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the veil, and she could already witness round after round of different colors of the moon in the sky, they were blood-red, or silvery-white, or dark brown, or dark blue, like eyes looking at the earth.

Gadelia's mind buzzed for a moment, and she quickly withdrew her gaze, not daring to look again.

She has relied on the analysis of the blood of the "Serpent of Destiny", completed the ritual, gained divinity, and became the "Voyeur" path Sequence 4, "Occultist"!

However, she remembered that the queen had told her:

Of all the sequences of the twenty-two paths,4 the "occultist" is the "profession" that is most likely to encounter danger, because it often sees things that should not be seen, hears sounds that should not be heard, and touches secrets that should not be touched.

Therefore, in order to live a long life, a "occultist" must know how to restrain his curiosity and control his behavior.

Removing the heavy glasses clipped to her clothes, Gardelia held them to the bridge of her nose, but the sights of non-real-world things did not disappear.

She hooked the corners of her mouth, half self-deprecating, half satisfied, knowing that the object could no longer seal her voyeuristic eye.

She closed her eyes, and then opened them, and the pair of eyes were already dark, no longer mysteriously deep purple and silver.

Call...... Gadelia breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly towards the Future, as if she had just disembarked for a walk.

She didn't intend to spread the news that she was a demigod, and she didn't want to quickly become the fifth king of the sea, for her, this was one of the hole cards in a dangerous world, and she would not easily throw it.

............

Bridge South District, Yuejihua Street.

As soon as Emlyn's carriage pulled into the street, he saw a vague figure with slightly messy hair, a white shirt and a black waistcoat standing out from the seat opposite, a young man who looked like a ghost of a resentful ghost.

"Long time no see, Mr. Marić. Emlyn smiled without panic.

Marić nodded slightly:

"I'm here to tell you that we're ready to negotiate a concrete plan of action. ”

PS: I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a family reunion~