When Felin and Ivy boarded the white carriage pulled by two white horses, they found that Lindy was already in the carriage.
She was wearing a light-colored sweater, a purple skirt, and a white fur coat on the outside. She was reading a newspaper elegantly.
"Deputy Bureau."
Felin said hello to Ivy and sat down in the carriage carriage.
"Um."
Lindy responded and put down the newspaper in her hand.
The carriage started and drove Felin and the other three to Lindy's Villa, not far from the Security Bureau.
Soon after, the carriage passed through the black iron gate, entered Lindy's villa, and stopped.
The three of them stood up and got out of the carriage.
"Miss, Mr. Sox, Miss Freeman."
Outside the carriage, the middle-aged maid Hannah and several maids greeted them respectfully and welcomed their return.
This has been the case every day for the past month. This should be a ritual for noble families.
Both Lindy and Ivy are obviously used to it.
The three of them entered the main building of the villa and sat down on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.
Lindy and Ivy took out the imperial chess set and started playing.
According to Felin's observations this month, Lindy seems to like playing chess very much, and although Ivy is not as good at chess as Lindy, she has a tenacity.
Although she will lose every battle, as long as Lindy invites a fight, she will not back down.
Sitting on the sofa next to him, Felin glanced at the two players and picked up the newspaper that Lindy was reading in the carriage not long ago.
"Riverde Textile Company is bankrupt!"
Looking at the newspaper, Felin immediately saw a huge headline on the newspaper: "Rivid Textile Company Bankruptcy."
He knew about the Rivid Textile Company. It was a very well-known textile company in the city. It was wholly owned by the Rivid family and had a history of a hundred years.
At its peak, it was rated as one of the top ten most profitable companies in Constantinople.
However, just as prosperity and decline are the fate that a country cannot escape, prosperity and decline are also the fate that a company cannot escape.
Riveride Textile Company failed to keep up with the trend of the times and designed products that were in line with the current trend. Its market share decreased year by year and eventually went bankrupt.
"The Rivid Textile Company is bankrupt, and the Rivid family may not be much better off. Even if it does not go bankrupt, it will probably decline."
Fehling had some interaction with the Rivede family, and that was when he opened the Sox Laboratory.
At that time, he was hired by the Rivede family to appraise an antique.
The impression that the Rivid family gave him at that time was that of arrogance. It was a family that lived in the glory of the past, and the family members had a kind of arrogance engraved in their bones.
The newly rising nobles are called nouveau riche, and they always believe that their family is only temporarily at a low point and will surely return to its peak again.
Even though the family situation is deteriorating, family members still live luxuriously.
He was not surprised by the family's bankruptcy.
After dinner and a shower, Felin returned to the bedroom.
"upgrade!"
He called up the panel, locked his eyes on the mysterious gun column, and chose to upgrade.
The mystery points are reduced by 8 points to 16.5, and the words "three rings" of the mysterious gun are changed to "four rings".
A large number of memories poured into his mind like a tide.
It was a memory of him as a character, repeatedly carving ritual patterns on bullets of mysterious power.
First, the memory of the armor-breaking attribute ritual pattern is engraved.
Originally, he was able to engrave the armor-breaking ritual pattern within two seconds.
However, although the engraving can be completed within two seconds, it can be used in combat, but it is obviously still a bit slow and cannot be used freely in combat.
The memory obtained about the armor-breaking attribute ritual pattern is the practice carried out to shorten this time.
After a lot of practice, the time for inscribing the armor-breaking attribute ritual pattern was shortened to one second.
This engraving speed is enough to allow the armor-breaking attribute ritual pattern to be better used in actual combat, without the need to find gaps in battle as before.
However, the engraved memory of the armor-breaking ritual patterns does not end there.
The memory is still going on, and the time of inscription is still shortening.
Finally, the time was shortened to the point where the armor-piercing ritual pattern could be engraved on the bullet at the same time as the mysterious power bullet was made.
Until this moment, the inscribed memory of the armor-breaking attribute ritual patterns ended.
The inscribed memory about the armor-breaking attribute ritual pattern ends, and the inscribed memory about the phantom clone ritual pattern appears.
That is the memory that gradually becomes proficient from a beginner.
At the beginning, every time I would fail in some place, either here or there, unable to complete the complete inscription of the phantom clone ritual pattern.
Later, it became possible to completely engrave it, but each engraving took an extremely long time and could not be used in actual combat.
Later, he was able to engrave the ritual pattern of his phantom clone within one minute.
This time is also not up to standard, but it is much better.
In the end, he was able to completely carve out the phantom clone ritual pattern within two seconds.
This is the same engraving speed as the previous armor-breaking attribute ritual pattern that can be used in actual combat.
At this point, the memory poured into his mind ended.
Whoosh!
When the memory poured into his mind ended, the silver pistol tattoo on the back of his left hand became hot.
Along with this burning heat, the mysterious gun automatically emerged from the tattoo.
As if it was not affected by gravity, it floated up and hovered above the back of his hand.
He began to automatically absorb the memory in his mind about the "ritual pattern of inscribing armor-breaking attributes and the phantom clone ritual pattern", or it should be said that he understood it.
Buzz——
As the memory is absorbed, the silver body of the mysterious gun turns red and becomes hot.
On the right side of its handle, a pattern slowly appeared, and finally took shape, turning into a complex pattern similar to a meteor shower, and this pattern was surprisingly the pattern of the phantom clone attribute ceremony.
When Felin learned how to inscribe the phantom clone ritual pattern, the mysterious spear was affected by this and engraved the phantom clone ritual pattern onto itself.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Phew——
Felin was waiting for the changes to end when suddenly, his bedroom door disappeared.
It didn't break into pieces, but disappeared without any trace left.
As the door disappeared, black light poured into the room.
Accompanied by the black light was a woman with slightly wet hair who seemed to have just taken a shower.
The woman's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and she glanced coldly across the entire bedroom.
However, after seeing the situation in the bedroom clearly, the expression on his face couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
The woman is Lindy.
As a high-level mystic, her perception is sharper than that of ordinary mystics, and she can sense extraordinary power fluctuations in the nearby range.
Just after taking a shower, she suddenly felt a strong fluctuation of extraordinary power, and the direction of the fluctuation was Felin's bedroom.
Such a strong fluctuation of extraordinary power could not be caused by Felin. When referring to the attack on Felin and Ivy not long ago, the first thing she thought of was that Felin was attacked.
She immediately rushed over as quickly as possible and broke in through the door.
Unexpectedly, there were no enemies at all, and the reason why there was such a strong fluctuation of extraordinary power was because Felin's realm broke through and the movement was much stronger than usual.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road and meets familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There is no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they are indifferent to everything.
Regarding this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, it also has some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and eventually he is expected to become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possess the memory of the previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Different from other places in the Demon Suppression Division that are full of chills, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppression Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment just changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.