In the early morning, Morrison opened his eyes and saw the burning fire. He endured the pain in his body and got up.

"It must be Mr. Z." Morrison complained in his heart.

"Click" the door opened.

The maid with red hair and freckles on her face came in and asked, "Mr. Morrison, what do you need to eat."

Morrison gently softened his temples with his hands, and a swelling and pain made Morrison feel uncomfortable.

"A piece of toast, a cup of hot milk, it's best to apply strawberry jam to the toast, and there is no need to add sugar to the milk." Morrison said to the maid with a smile.

The red-haired maid nodded and left Morrison's room.

"It seems that after taking the psychic potion, the body still has not changed much. Didn't Emperor Senna say that as long as he takes the psychic potion, his physical fitness can be greatly improved. What is the promised more than God's gift? What about the trust between people?" Morrison thought to himself.

He had already greeted the emperor carefully, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. After all, not every psychic has the same terrifying ability as if he were to think of Mr. Z.

Although Mr. Z is not very strong either.

Soon, the red-haired maid brought Morrison's breakfast.

When he saw the food, Morrison swallowed it voraciously and soon finished the food.

Once Morrison has nothing to do, he will think of drinking coffee.

The boy made another cup of coffee, sat in his wooden rocking chair, and looked over the sea.

The fisherman was still hunting fish on the sea, and the sea surface was still like red soup with thick lard.

The breeze blows, and the double stimulation of the smell of blood and the smell of sea makes the passers-by want to leave.

"If the environmental protection department and animal protection department of the Occupy Kingdom know about it, the lord of Leding City will definitely not be able to escape." Morrison whispered.

"But it's obvious that Leding City doesn't want to care about this matter, and the environmental protection department and animal protection department of the Kingdom of Chamten don't want to manage this matter. It's just a mess." Mr. Z's voice came out, which shocked Morrison.

Morrison looked at Mr. Z with his resentful eyes, which made Mr. Z feel funny.

"You are really like the silent insect." Morrison teased deliberately.

Mr. Z laughed a few times and watched the sea with Morrison.

"Do you know? Soon you will not be able to experience this comfortable life. Your strength is so weak that you will be sorry for our Holy Spirit if you don't send you to training." Mr. Z did not look at Morrison, nor did he have any room to bargain for Morrison. When he came here, it seemed like he was giving Morrison an order.

"Oh." Morrison replied calmly. He had already expected that after he became a psychic, everything or most of the things that he now was no longer possible for Morrison to make the decision.

This requires the consent of the Holy Spirit.

"You were not surprised or asked if you were possessed by the undead or became a rioter." Mr. Z's voice came.

Morrison said sarcastically: "You really didn't let me go at all. I really didn't expect a good day for me. If I had known this, I could be a watcher and experience life more. How great is that."

"But you still chose the psychic potion, didn't you?" Mr. Z asked with a smile and said,

Morrison glanced at Mr. Z and quickly retracted his eyes.

"I believe that even if I have not treated this way after becoming a psychic, the Holy Spirit is still willing to cultivate me under the same state. After all, I am an observer. This is a point that I am very confident. Now the Holy Spirit has not yet harmed me, I wish I could be better." Morrison answered confidently.

"Not only will the Holy Spirit treat you well now, but the Holy Spirit will be the same in the future, provided that you have not become a rioter." Mr. Z made a humorous joke.

Morrison did not answer. He knew that if he wanted to stand firm in the Holy Spirit, he had to have his own strength. When he was working under Anthes, he was attracted to Anthes because of his outstanding abilities, but Anthes betrayed him.

This made Morrison very indifferent to many people and was unwilling to believe it.

The feeling of betrayal was not pleasant, and Morrison experienced the feeling of betrayal in Honghe Village.

Now he faces the Holy Spirit.

Be vigilant, be vigilant enough.

Only when you are alive can you have the capital to negotiate conditions, and dead people are not qualified.

"Tell me, where am I going next?" Morrison looked into the distance.

"After ray." Mr. Z replied casually, "You have three days to prepare. This may be your last three days of happiness. Cherish it."

As soon as the words fell, Mr. Z disappeared.

"g, do you think he will achieve success in the future?" Mr. Z talked to the person he called g in his mind.

"Maybe, who can know about the future? The future will always change." A low voice came out, but Mr. Z was not panicked. Instead, he smiled.

Morrison didn't know whether the current situation was good or bad for him, whether he became a psychic or the Holy Spirit helped him, so he naturally had to serve the Holy Spirit.

"Let's take a step by step." Morrison murmured to himself.

Three days passed quickly. These three days were Morrison's most free and most unrestrained.

This young man had too much sorrow in his heart, but he was unwilling to say more, nor was he willing to let people know, and he was silently enduring it.

Morrison came to the streets of Leding City, saw the carriages and horses coming and going, and laughed at himself.

He saw a carriage coming at him, and he waved.

The carriage came to Morrison and stopped.

"I'm going to the Adventurer Commission Association." Morrison's slightly immature voice made people feel comfortable to hear.

The carriage owner looked at Morrison with surprise and said in his rough voice: "Three silver pounds."

Morrison took out twelve copper pounds and two silver pounds from his pocket and handed them to the carriage owner. The money was not enough for three silver pounds. The carriage owner took the money and said nothing, but drove the carriage away.

In the Kingdom of Chamten, exchange of coins is difficult for the lower class people, but as long as you go to a college opened by the Kingdom, you will know these things well, and of course the merchants are more aware of them.

There are three currencies in the Chamtin Kingdom, namely gold pounds, silver pounds, and copper pounds. Each gold pound can be exchanged for 15 silver pounds and 125 copper pounds. Under normal circumstances, the daily expenses of a general family each week are only two to three silver pounds.

From this we can see that the world's currency value is so high.

Soon, Morrison was sent to the Adventurers Commissioned Association.

Standing in front of the gate, Morrison seemed to be an insignificant ant.

Morrison looked at the door with a complicated heart.

Entering the door, he saw the staff of the Adventurer Commissioning Association, who took out a wrinkled letter of recommendation from his pocket.

The recommendation letter is the word "afterglow".

The staff couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. After reacting, they took the letter of recommendation and carefully identified the authenticity.

Morrison ignored him, looked around and watched the decor of the Adventurers commissioned association.

The Adventurer Commissioned Association was decorated in a stylish way, with three weapons styles that attracted Morrison.

One is a shield, one is a sword, and the other is a weapon Morrison has never seen before.

The staff of the Adventurer Commissioned Association saw Morrison's different eyes and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Listening to his laughter, Morrison was extremely helpless.

"What weapon is that?" Morrison asked.

"A gun, a powerful weapon, but unfortunately no one can make it now." The staff member sighed. "Your letter of recommendation, Sunset is in the basement of the Adventurers Commissioned Association, you can pass."

"Okay, thank you." Morrison replied politely.

The staff member heard Morrison's words and smiled at him: "You're welcome."

The closer to the basement, the damp smell made Morrison feel a little uncomfortable.

"The smell is really bad." Morrison complained.

Not long after, Morrison came to the door, a door that looked very ordinary, but Morrison felt the spirit.

"There is a spirit in this door. It seems that the afterglow of the Holy Spirit is not simple." Morrison murmured to himself.

Morrison pushed open the door, and an arrow flew towards Morrison. Morrison opened his pupils slightly widened. Fortunately, his reaction speed was not too slow. He barely escaped the sword.

"Who!" A woman's voice came out.

Morrison patted the dust on his body and replied slightly angrily: "Morrison Davis. This is a letter of recommendation."

Morrison threw the letter of recommendation.

But he still didn't dare to go in, for fear that the woman inside would chop him up when she got angry.

When you go out, boys must protect themselves.

"Mr. Z recommends it. It seems that your strength is not too bad. Come in." The other party's tone eased a little.

When I entered the door, I smelled a very strong damp smell, a faint smell of blood. There were many weapons in the messy room. When Morrison was just about to see the environment of the Sunset Group, a knife suddenly stood on Morrison's neck. The cold knife made Morrison's heart beat faster.

Morrison was originally very calm, but as soon as he came in, he had nothing to say. He knew that the people in Yuhui's group would not be ordinary people, but he never thought they would be so violent.

"It seems that the newcomer is not good." The man smiled at Morrison, but Morrison could hear the disdainful tone in his words.

Morrison said inwardly: "It was clearly her own tricks, but she still looked down on me. Is this a member of Yuhui's group? It's better for Mr. Z, who is stupid, but he seems to be quite busy."
Chapter completed!