East Coast, desert island.

A trembling trembled in the void, and two figures slowly emerged.

"Is it just like I was traveling through the spiritual world? It's so amazing..."

Dunstan's eyes were shiny, as if he wanted to jump into the laboratory to study.

Sulu admires this old man very much.

Although he can lead people to travel through the spiritual world, he must trust him very much. Otherwise, if he brings them in and out directly, or even throws them into the spiritual world, it is equivalent to "exiled".

To some extent, Dunstan is very brave.

"This...is the agreed place?"

Sulu glanced at the island. It was not big, with lush vegetation, but there were no traces of human activities.

"Between the old and new continents, the vast sea blocks everything, and is full of dangers... but there are also a large number of islands, and the race above is the archipelago people, characterized by blue hair, calling themselves the "Son of the Ocean", and the belief is mainly the "God of the Ocean" and the "God of the Storm"!"

Sulu recalls a piece of knowledge.

"It's a pity... this place is a deserted island. After all, many legends are ready for communication, and it will not be good if you accidentally get injured."

"His Excellency Uvitan has arrived."

Dunstan pulled out a golden invitation, and a golden light emerged, guiding the road ahead.

Sulu followed him and came to the depths of the bush.

Suddenly, a golden light flew out and penetrated into the void.

The vines around them grew wildly, forming a green door connecting a certain witchcraft secret realm.

"please!"

Dunstan walked in first.

Sulu followed him and walked through the vine gate. He immediately felt a fresh fragrance of flowers coming to his face, carrying abundant life energy, which made people feel relaxed and breathed deeply unconsciously.

“Natural realm?”

He couldn't help but think of Dunstan's brief introduction before.

Uvitan is a neutral fifth-level professional who is good at manipulating and cultivating plants and treating them. He has a good reputation among the top professional circles in the federal industry. He is enthusiastic and likes to hold some salon events.

Moreover, it is suspected to have something to do with the church of Mother Earth!

‘Maybe…it’s from the [druid] road?’

Sulu thought, and came to a garden.

A big tree covers the sky and the sun, the branches are like the best jade, and there is a female face on the trunk: "Welcome to you, [Auteng Spellcaster] Your Excellency!"

"His Excellency Uvitan!"

Dunstan smiled and greeted her, pulled Sulu to sit down on the stump next to the big tree. Some eyes swept over, but did not start the detection, and I don't know what I was concerned about.

"Although it is a private gathering, it is very formal and there is no need to hide your identity..."

Dunstan picked up the flower of a huge morning glory next to him, took a sip of nectar, and said to Sulu: "Of course... there are a few sneaky guys, but they often have some good things on them, so we acquiesced."

Why didn't you say it earlier? I might be able to change myself and come back...

Sulu rolled her eyes in her heart and continued to wait expressionlessly.

Dunstan whispered to him in his ear: "The three in the east are all guardians of the Federation. Among them, Lord Schumacher has just returned from the Dark Continent... On his right is Lord Arsen, the director of the White Eagle City Mental Hospital!"

"Mental ill...dean?"

Sulu almost squirted out the sweetness from the flower wine glass.

"Yes, Your Excellency Alson holds the supreme power of the Federation, and he has the right to pardon and punish anyone." Dunstan said solemnly: "Don't underestimate him."

"Why?"

Sulu asked curiously.

Dunstan kept silent, but a voice rang out directly under Sulu's inspiration: "The identification result issued by his mental hospital is the only proof recognized by the Supreme Court... Therefore, you can imagine..."

"A senior official has committed a serious crime and only needs a piece of mental illness certificate to get rid of the crime... And if he wants to deal with someone, even a member of Congress, as long as he is 'mentalized', he can be taken to a mental hospital for treatment..."

Sulu's face became solemn.

Is there any such way to play?

You are mentally ill, you are mentally ill, not so!

Of course, different mental patients receive different treatments in the hospital, which may be hell or heaven.

"This... indeed, he has mastered the supreme power of the Federation. He is worthy of being a fifth-level profession, but he is willful."

He sighed.

"This is the legend!" Dunstan's tone was very calm: "The Eleventh Innings, Mental Hospital, and Exploration Team... are the three strongest institutions on the mysterious side of the Federation."

"And Green Tree Castle, the Church of Goddess of Light... are forces that tend toward the Federation."

"Finally, there are some neutral organizations, as well as evil forces like the Ancient Snake Society and the Black Death Society..."

"This is the extraordinary power of the Federation!"

...

Sulu's eyes flashed: 'Overall, the extraordinary forces supporting the Federation account for more than 60%, so that they can maintain superficial peace? It's so fragile...'

The power of the extraordinary belongs to himself.

Therefore, the current war or peace in the Federation and even the entire world really depends on the will of a small group of top professionals!

This is reality!

As he was thinking, the legend of the Goddess of Light Church also came. He was a [Red-robed Archbishop], a professional in the faith department. His eyes looked at Sulu with a little deeper meaning.

Sulu, who was staring at him, was touched by inspiration and felt like she was staring at by a poisonous snake.

‘The Seven Great God Churches do not want to appear too outstanding extraordinary people. If the fifth-level legend is above, they will be included in the list of focus attention, not to mention that I will break through too quickly… Is this the meaning of increasing attention?’

Sulu suddenly felt his scalp numb, and he didn't know if there was any conspiracy coming in the future.

‘Fortunately, my breakthrough does not require resources from the world, and I can still secretly develop...’

Behind the Archbishop are three masked men wearing cloaks.

They act dullly, a bit like puppets, and seem to be alchemy lives.

"snort!"

Seeing this scene, the red-robed Archbishop Lawrence and Schumacher both snorted coldly.

Come to hide your identity, either neutral or evil profession.

"Okay, welcome to you."

At this time, the face on the giant tree in the middle spoke: "I held this exchange meeting to allow top professionals to communicate with each other. You guys, we can start. Whether it is intelligence, information, strange objects, materials... you can trade freely. Or you can enjoy the scenery around you and taste the various drinks I brew... There is a space for special isolation and investigation and private transactions."
Chapter completed!