Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.

He bent down and poked out his right palm, his fingers trembled slightly and pinched the edge of the paper, picking it up.

This time, Dorian carefully started from the beginning one word at a time, sometimes suddenly, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes painful.

The letter sent by Fors was not long. He only took three minutes to read it twice, and then fell into a long silence.

The sunlight outside the window shone in and sprinkled on the falling table.

Dorian Gray Abraham's lips suddenly twitched, but in the end there was no sound.

His right thumb and index finger were rubbed quickly across the paper, causing the letter to ignite a red flame.

After doing all this, Dorian packed up his belongings, put on makeup and changed his makeup, left the rented house, and went to another place in the identity he had prepared.

When he settled down, he sat down next to the desk and stared at the brass ornaments, not knowing what he was thinking.

As the sun became less and less and dimmer, Dorian moved his eyelids and sighed slowly.

He then spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote while thinking:

“…I’m so glad to see you digest the ‘Record Officer’ potion within a few months, which means that you really have the potential to become a demigod…

"... These are the key points of the 'traveler' playing, but you must remember that everyone has different personalities. There will always be some differences in playing in practice, and they cannot be copied completely... This is not to say that the key points of other people's playing are wrong, but they may cause great conflicts in your heart and affect your mental state... Sometimes, making some adjustments may slow down the digestion of the potion, but it is more beneficial to you. You must remember that playing is just a tool, not a master...

“I look forward to the day when you thoroughly digest the ‘Traveler’ potion, and I will prepare the corresponding materials and a gift for you.

"...I am very interested in the curse of the Abraham family mentioned by that gentleman... I think you should have noticed it long ago that I have some research on this matter, otherwise you would not always ask me about related matters...

"I hope you can go further and understand..."

After writing the reply, Dorian Gray Abraham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.

…………

In January 1351, Beckland's New Year was much deserted than it was in the past.

In the basement of a house in the West Side, several candles shaking yellow flames, illuminating the altars, chairs and round tables placed around them.

At the edge of the light, in the extremely dark place, a figure seemed to exist and was sometimes shaking and sometimes stretching, a thin layer without thickness, like a shadow that came alive.

Suddenly, the figure spoke in a low voice:

"You arrived earlier than I thought."

Next to the candle, the brightest part of the fire, a figure quickly outlined.

This is a man wearing a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, hard roots, deep eyes, and countless things seem to be hidden.

He is Butis, one of the five great saints of the Aurora Society.

Butis smiled and said:

“For me, distance is not a problem.”

He then pulled a chair and sat down, and said to the long and narrow shadow:

"Have the matter been investigated clearly? Have any abnormalities been found?"

The shadow that almost blended into the darkness replied in a low voice:

“No problem.”

"Really?" Butis instinctively questioned the definite answer, "Kesma, is this a trap?"

The "Dark Saint" of the Aurora Society shook his head slowly and said:

"The goal is very cautious and definitely not intentionally exposed.

"If she hadn't been seeking the curse of ancient vengeful spirits, we would not have noticed that she might have a connection with the Abraham family."

"The Secret Saint" Butis said as if he was thinking:

"The curse of the ancient vengeful spirits is one of the main materials of the 'Record Officer'. I remember that the Abraham family did have extra Asman's brain... Oh, I was unwilling to directly provide the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Record Officer', and I hope to do some tests. It is indeed the style of Abrahams. In short, it is not trust enough."

"Dark Saint" Ksma did not echo Botis's words and said to himself:

"Even if she was seeking the main materials for the ‘Record Officer’ potion, we didn’t find any problem at all. After all, not every believer knows the corresponding mystic knowledge, but she is still asking some questions about ‘apprentices’ and Abraham.

"She is really cautious in this regard. The extraordinary circle of people who are looking for materials and the extraordinary circle of people who are asking questions are not the same. Different things will be handled in different circles, and sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance to help her make demands.

"If it weren't for the fact that several of the circles had our people and finally summed up the news, we wouldn't have noticed her."

"The Secret Saint" Butis nodded slightly and asked:

"Why don't you just do it and come to me?"

In the shadow, the darkness floated, and replied slowly:

"The situation in Beckland is getting more and more tense. The 'Night-Watcher', 'Punisher', and 'Mechanical Heart' team are cleaning round by round, and we are staring very closely.

"If I were to deal with this matter, it would be fine if there was no accident. Once an accident occurred, I would not have time to leave if I did not shed a 'secret wizard'.

"And, aren't you the one who is most interested in the Abraham family?"

Butis smiled and said:

“I have no interest in them at all, I just want them all to die.

"If you want to ensure your own safety, the most important thing is to kill revenge in the cradle. This is my philosophy of doing things."

While speaking, the "Secret Saint" took out a crystal ball from the dark bag in the black robe.

The crystal ball is unclear and not clear, as if it has been poured into the deep darkness.

As Butis touched his palm and his lips twitched, a little bit of dazzling brilliance appeared in the strange crystal ball.

They are like star sand, slowly rotating, forming a complex picture.

"It's still acceptable..." Butis glanced at the crystal ball held in his right hand and nodded slightly.

He immediately looked at the "ghost":

"Tell me more specific information."

When I learned that there would be a gathering of extraordinary people in a certain circle tonight, and the target might appear. The "Saint Saint" Butis stood up and said to the "Dark Saint" Ksma:

“I have to make some preparations in advance.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand opened, raised it gently, and his five fingers closed.

The area where he was suddenly distorted and disappeared.

The candles, flames, round tables and chairs that were originally located there also disappeared, leaving only floor tiles and ceilings.

After a while, the shadows floated there and everything returned.

Compared with the "Saint Saint" Butis, there is no difference between the "Dark Saint" Ksma unknowingly absent from the darkness.

He looked at Butis and said in a deep voice:

"Your caution exceeds the necessary limit."

"But this is not a bad thing. I hope to solve the problem without anyone else's notice." Butis responded with a smile, "You can follow me, hide in the shadows as my assistant, and don't come forward directly. Once you find an abnormality, leave immediately."

"...Okay." "Dark Saint" Ksma slowly walked out of the shadow.

He looked very young and had excellent facial features, but his face seemed to be covered with a dark curtain that seemed to be there.

After approaching Butis, there were vague sounds of illusory chewing sounds from unknown places, biting, digestion sounds, and feeling some unconcealed malice and hunger.

This made him, as a demigod, shudder.

The eyes of the "Dark Saint" frozen for a second, and he threw himself into Butis's face with implicit surprise and surprise.

Butis curled up the corner of his mouth and showed a slightly cruel smile.

A few seconds later, one of them used "teleport" and the other merged into the shadows and left the house one after another.

…………

At the junction of Bakerland East and Bridge District, there are several rooms connected to the first floor of the cheap hotel.

When Butis walked out of the spiritual world, the extraordinary party was still two or three hours before it was held, and no one had arrived here.

He looked around and put the seats and the messy long tables into his eyes.

Observing the environment, Butis walked towards the corner, and his right hand pulled it as if he was pulling the curtain.

The area was then covered with shadows, twisted, and then disappeared.

Because it originally had no items and did not have objective measurement signs, no one would find that there was a space missing here. He would only feel that the distance between the wall and itself seemed a little closer, but after closer inspection, everything was normal.

This is the "space hiding" of the "secret wizard"!

They can use this ability to divide a place into two, hide parts of it, and must pass through specific "doors" to enter.

At this time, in the area that was cut and hidden, the room was normally present, with floor tiles, ceilings, and a cockroach crawling in panic.

The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line and was blocked by the darkness that could not be seen at the end.

"Secret Saint" Butis looked around and his eyes remained in a transparent vortex in the air.

This is the "door".

All hidden spaces will inevitably have a "door".

Butis thought for a while, put his hand into the dark bag of black robe, took out a mirror, and inlaid it into the position of the "door".

The mirror twisted for a moment and quickly reflected the scene from the outside world:

The seats and long tables were arranged in a mess, leaving no one.

In this way, Butes monitored the place where extraordinary people gathered through this mirror.

Time passed by minute by minute, and extraordinary people who were all kinds of concealing their identities arrived one after another.

One of the figures wearing hoods habitually chose the corner beside the window, took out a cobbled slap notebook, and flipped through a few pages casually, as if reviewing the key points of the question, or checking whether his own preparation was sufficient.

Behind her side, there is an ordinary mirror embedded in the wall.
Chapter completed!