"I dived to the bottom of the sand pool when I went down before. I'm down there..."

"Director, what did you see down there?"

"Actually, I didn't see anything except the corpses I brought up, but I could feel that there must be something underneath because it was too dark."

"Is it too dark?"

Alfred frowned slightly as he chewed on this sentence.

Although the director himself has never admitted it, in fact, he may be more pure than most of the remnants of light.

So, what is darkness in the eyes of light?

Alfred looked at Neo again and found that Neo had no intention of explaining, but just waved to him.

"Director, I'm going down to set up the formation."

"Well, go ahead."

Alfred walked forward, Ventura and Murry naturally followed him and planned to go together, while Philomena was three beats too late.

She first felt that she was not good at formations so there was no need to go down;

Then I realized that Ventura and Murry were not good at formations either, but they went along with them and thought they were stupid;

In the end, she realized that she was the one who was stupid;

"Hey, I said, why are you following along? You all sit down and rest, and keep in good condition. This Shatan is a barrier. We can still have a little more freedom on this platform that does not belong to the Shatan.

Don’t worry, if something happens later, you’ll be the first to go, and I’ll definitely be behind you.”

When the captain is away, the director can still speak easily.

Ventura and others stopped and rested on the spot.

Neo shouted to Alfred again: "Well, before you go down, leave the cigarette in your pocket for me. I'm afraid I'll be bored sitting here."

Although the young master is now in danger, Alfred has no objection to Neo's attitude because he knows that the director must be very concerned about the young master's safety.

Alfred took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and handed them to Neo.

Neo glanced at it, but didn't answer it. Instead, he asked, "I want the cigarettes from the Thunder God Cult. Karen said he didn't bring my letter, but I believe you will definitely bring it with you."

Alfred took out the cigarettes specially provided by the Thunder God Sect and handed them to Neo: "I'm worried that the young master might need them. Director, please leave some for the young master."

"Heh." Neo took the cigarette and said disdainfully, "There must be more than one pack."

Alfred didn't say anything, and jumped off the platform with the backpack containing the formation materials.

Ventura came over with some worry and asked: "Director, can we just leave the captain there and wait for the formation to be arranged?"

"How about you take charge?"

"No, no, no!" Xiao Shitou immediately waved his hand and shook his head.

Neo lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and felt the trembling from his soul.

Immediately, he wandered around the sand pool in front of him with slightly confused eyes, and finally fixed his gaze on the huge skeleton of Compassini.

"Are you really...dead?"

…

The falling Alfred was suspended when his feet were about to touch the sand.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his backpack, holding the bag in his left hand, and the five fingers of his right hand kept shaking. The corresponding formation materials in the backpack floated out and landed where they should go.

The whole process is like playing the piano and looks very elegant.

In fact, Alfred's path has long since deviated. At first, he stayed with the young master and was an effective bodyguard. However, as the young master grew and became more powerful, his role as a bodyguard became increasingly unworthy of his name.

Now, if the young master goes to a dangerous place, he will advise the young master to take Philomena or Murry instead of taking himself.

Alfred had carefully read the Cult of Kosmos's records about Tiranus, the man who personally wrote "Symmetra" and established the framework of the Cult of Kosmos.

Records about him rarely mention his military exploits. Even at the end of the last era when the God of Order was most crazily slaughtering the gods, we have never seen a specific battle in which he participated.

But his influence continues to this day.

Alfred felt that this was what he wanted. This was not to comfort himself, but that he could find the value of his existence in these auxiliary tasks, and he was very happy.

Of course, it is not that he has not made progress. In fact, he feels that he has made great progress. The person he is now and the person he was when he was a radio anchor in Luojia City are almost two different people.

But compared with the young master who was not even a divine servant when he left Luojia City but is now an adjudicator, his improvement in strength is obviously a bit unacceptable.

Fortunately, he has many interests and hobbies, and strictly speaking, he came into contact with Mr. Hoven's formation notes earlier than Karen, and he also invested in the practical stage earlier. However, Mr. Eisen and Maas were later added to the team.

With two truly professionals, Alfred didn't have much room to play.

In this way, Alfred quickly arranged the formation while looking at the scene in the distance.

When the basic arrangement of the formation is completed, which is equivalent to laying the foundation, although the formation is still some distance away from completion and has not been activated, the breath of the formation has already been revealed.

Shatan is a barrier, and it is also like a "natural" magic circle. Arranging a small magic circle in a big magic circle will definitely have some impact.

Alfred clearly noticed that there was a repulsive force that was hindering his formation arrangement, but it was still within the range that he could bear.

However, after continuing to arrange the arrangement for a while, Alfred suddenly noticed that the repulsive force had undergone strange changes. It came closer for a while, shrank for a while, then came closer again, and then shrank again...

This feeling is like there is a person facing you in the dark, and you have already felt the other person's breath on your face.

At this time, the rolling range of the sand surface below became larger, and the surrounding windless sand also became denser.

A voice sounded inexplicably in Alfred's ears:

"Meet me..."

Immediately, the sand suddenly exploded, directly burying Alfred and his half-deployed magic circle.

…

"No, something happened!"

"Mr. Alfred!"

Ventura and Murry immediately stood up, while Philomena stepped forward.

She was the fastest, but she didn't expect that the director who had been leaning there smoking alone would appear in front of her, blocking her with his back.

Her fighting style is more like that of an assassin, so in terms of short-range bursts, even the captain can't match her, but the director...

"It's okay, go back and continue sitting."

"Director, but..."

Something happened to the captain, sitting down;

Something happened to Mr. Alfred, is he also sitting?

Neo waved his hand and said: "I told you to sit down and sit down. In addition, I am not mentally controlled and I am not a fake. If you suspect that I am fake, just try it on me. If you don't doubt... do it.

!You won’t listen to what the director says, right?”

Everyone could only sit back again.

Neo looked down,

Cursed:

"I've been wandering under the sand for so long. You just don't like me on purpose, right?"

…

Alfred, who was covered in sand, did not feel depressed. On the contrary, he was surrounded by emptiness.

Under his feet, there was still the formation that he had laid out half of.

The mysterious voice came again: "What kind of scene do you like, the sea, the garden, the palace or the pasture?"

Alfred replied: "It's good now, it's all fake anyway."

"All right."

An old man wearing a white robe appeared in front of Alfred. He had gray hair and wrinkled skin, but there were two tusks exposed at the corners of his mouth. The mouth was tilted upward, like a pair of ivory tusks.

"You are lucky to be chosen by me. I will give you my inheritance. You only need to accept the inheritance and send the news to the Desert God Religion and tell them that the Order God Religion is already preparing to establish the desert faith sequence.

, my inheritance includes..."

"I refuse."

"Okay, I will give my inheritance to you now..."

The old man with ivory was stunned, as if he was just now recalling what kind of reply Alfred gave him.

And he obviously had no intention of being rejected, so his voice and movements began to appear erratic, harsh friction sounds continued to be heard, and his whole person suffered from extremely serious lags.

Alfred lowered his head, his fingertips continued to beat, and he continued to arrange his formation.

Just like an aunt, sitting on a chair knitting a sweater while waiting for her troubled child to gradually return to normal.

After a while, the ivory old man finally stopped lagging.

"How could you say no?"
To be continued...