It turns out that Mr. Phyllias came here more than a hundred years ago, which means that this place is not unfamiliar to Director Neo.

Looking back now, from the clues of discovering the burial site of Kompacini, to further investigation, and even the determination of the departure time this time, it was all driven by Director Neo.

Especially the departure time, the young master took advantage of the end of the vacation and just recovered from the injury, and set off at the urging of Director Neo.

Although there is the intention of actively making up a time to avoid affecting the work in the whip of order, it is actually a little too hurrying.

Combined with what the old man with white robe and ivory said, you were just right here;

It is easy to infer that Director Neo has always had a timeline in his hands.

But he kept hiding this matter and did not make it public.

What Alfred doesn't understand is why Director Neo conceals it?

There is obviously a special relationship between him and his young master. Logically speaking, even if such a thing is made public, it is no big deal, and it will increase everyone's confidence in this adventure;

Although, Director Neo did make it very well, everything went very smoothly from leaving York City to entering here.

However, there is one thing Alfred would not doubt. He believed that Director Neo had no malice to his young master, so he concealed it so much that it was probably because of other reasons.

"Why did Mr. Phyllias refuse to pass on the inheritance?"

"He said he didn't want to get involved in the struggle between the Divine Cult. Actually, I'm very curious, because in my memory, the one who is most vigilant and stressed against the Remnants of Light is the Divine Cult. As a result, there are those who don't hate the Divine Cult of Order. Do you think it's strange?"

Not surprisingly, there is a remnant of light around me and has always insisted that I am loyal to order.

"That might be his personal choice," Alfred responded.

What people like Mr. Phyllias pursue is real light, and he can give up revenge from his descendants of his enemies on Darkmoon Island. Here, it is not difficult to understand that he also chose not to participate in such church vortex.

You can't say he is pedantic, let alone he is foolish and kind, maybe because the height he stands is completely different from that of others.

For example, although he did not take revenge on Darkmoon Island, Tafman, the former naval commander of Darkmoon Island, became a devout believer in the light after that incident.

"Someone has just come down and he has sneaked into the bottom of the sand."

Alfred wanted to know if the old man with white ivory remembered "Neo".

"Oh, he doesn't meet the requirements."

Does the director meet the requirements?

"There is another young man who came down with him."

"He doesn't meet the requirements either."

The young master doesn't meet the requirements either?

Forget it if the director doesn't meet the requirements, Alfred can understand, or he is unwilling to bother about this matter, but his young master doesn't meet the requirements, Alfred can't understand it.

Even if it was Alfred who picked the peaches, he still wanted to feel dissatisfied with his young master being "unselected".

"So, why do I meet the requirements?"

"Conforming means meeting, not meeting means not meeting. Do you have to say a judgment requirement? There is indeed one, that is sand. There is a saying in the Desert God Cult that when sand falls from you, it already knows what you think.

If you enter the sand pool, you will only have three people; when the wind and sand brush past your face, the first one is obviously resisting. He doesn't like to enter the sand in his eyes, and he has an instinctive resentment towards all falsehood and confusion.

Such a person will use illusion as a means, but will never really take it seriously, because he can see it too clearly and will subconsciously keep himself in this state of seeing it clearly.

Another person sneaked into the sand, as if he was actively catering to him. He was eager to enter the falsehood of truth and falsehood, and he was deliberately pursuing this.

Such a person will regard illusion as a way to immerse himself, which seems to be in his heart, but the distance is actually farther. He will never be satisfied in pursuing sensory and spiritual stimulation.

So both of the above are suitable, but not suitable.

As for you,

When the sand blows to you, you are keeping awake while actively catering to you. You find it fun, enjoy it, and you find it very interesting.

Is it a very interesting thing?

My deity once said that illusion is an art.”

"How come this reason is so similar to the one I made up now?"

"Yes, so don't continue asking, I really can't make it up."

The old man with white robe and ivory did not refute, but continued to laugh:

"Making these seemingly high-end reasons is really a waste of spiritual imprints. After all, you don't want me to disappear like the one I used to do before I completed my inheritance, right?

If you feel dissatisfied with the above reasons, then I will give you a more realistic reason. I like you more and make me feel more comfortable.

Your dressing style, your body movements, and your facial expressions make me feel very similar to my true self.

I really can't think of how to describe it specifically..."

Alfred's eyes lit up immediately.

He answered with confidence:

"Sexy!"

The old man with ivory robe was stunned. He blinked hard, as if thinking about what this syllable meant.

"This word is the best interpretation of your true description."

"Is that true language? It seems... very concise."

"Believe me." Alfred raised his chest slightly, "I have always been honored to have this word added to my name. This is the supreme glory and affirmation."

From Alfred's perspective, this word is no different from "Saint". No, it is higher than "Saint", because it is an exclusive word given to him by the young master.

"Since you said that, that's it, my deity, Kompasini, it's slutty."

"You can add degree adjectives in front of it, such as: very, very, very, very, extremely... You can also add: unimaginable, amazing, terrible..."

"Okay, my deity, Kompasini, it's so unimaginable."

"Well, that's right."

"Haha." The old man with ivory in white robe smiled, "I suddenly felt that this syllable was really rich in content, like a spell, rich in meaning."

“Yes, that’s right.”

"Then let's start inheriting first."

"No, it's not possible now."

Alfred lowered his head and continued to finish the formation.

"I have said many times, your young master, there is no danger. When you see me and the next neighbor who just disappeared here, you should clearly recognize this."

"I can't let the young master ignore the possible crisis just because of your words. The inheritance is precious and important, but I still have to stick to my own business."

"Okay, you can do whatever you want."

Everything around was scattered. The area where Alfred was previously located was like a large round house built of sand. Now that the house has been demolished, Alfred returned to reality.

"Mr. Alfred is out!" Ventura shouted excitedly.

"That's all right." Muri said as he looked at Neo, hesitated for a moment, but he stood up and walked over, "Director, have you been here?"

Ventura is still young, Philomina is not used to thinking about the outside world, while Muri is much more mature. He has noticed some abnormalities from Neo's previous performances and decisions.

Neo replied while smoking, "I haven't been here."

"But……"

"In this world, you often know more places than you have been to yourself."

"Your words are a little profound."

"Since I don't understand, don't ask. I'm not in a good mood now. It's like I originally planned to go to the bank to collect coupons, but I found that the coupons I pre-stored in my account were taken away by someone else.

I even wanted to hit someone.

or,

Let’s talk about it, and I have always been curious about the Benda family’s close-killing tactics.”

"Director, it's not the time. After we all leave here safely, I will ask the Director for advice."

"Oh."

Neo stretched, waved his hand at Murray, and signaled him to move away from his eyes immediately.

Muri walked back to his position and sat down, telling him intuition that the reason for the director's bad mood was not just because the coupon was taken away.

Neo extinguished the cigarette in his hand. He couldn't smoke it anymore. He would be "drunk" if he smoked it again.

He raised his hand and gently tapped his forehead, and then the force gradually increased.

Once upon a time, he was tortured by other sounds in his mind and hit his head against the wall, and his head was bleeding.

It was a painful period in his life, but now, he missed that period very much because he would suffer, split and torment, but he would never be lonely or lonely.

After some trouble with herself, he could still lie on Yin Lisha's legs after calming down. She would deliberately make her nails grow, and then gently grab her hair and scratch her scalp.

She is gone, and he is not there anymore.

Neo remembers Karen said to himself that people have emotions. Although they cannot touch or see, they are objective and will not disappear because of your strength.
To be continued...