Secretly, the Bureau of Order and the Secret Group were at war with each other, but on the surface, the two still maintained a false sense of dignity. For this reason, Nathaniel greeted the welcoming team with a smile on his face and opened his arms to the leading man.
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"Fabien! Duke of Fantasy of the Secret Group, long time no see!"
Fabien seems to be about the same age as Nethaniel, but he has much more white hair and wrinkles than Nethaniel. He has a lingering sense of age. He is wearing a dark green cloak and coat, and has a deep look.
The dim silk is interspersed with luxurious gold threads, and on the back of the clothes, the logo of the Secret Group is engraved.
"It's been a long time indeed, Nathaniel."
Fabien greeted Nethaniel with the same smile and hugged Nethaniel gently. His smile was sincere. It seemed that the Bureau of Order still had some friends in the Secret Group.
"But I am no longer the so-called Duke of Fantasies," Fabien glanced at Osana and continued, "I am now just the herald of the Council of Sages."
"Herald, you sound so ordinary," Nathaniel said. "People who don't understand the structure of your secret order would really think that you have been demoted."
Borlogo habitually stared at Fabien's face and carefully studied his facial features. From that face, Borlogo suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Just when he was still confused, Osana broke into Boluogo's field of vision. The cold woman smiled for the first time and saluted Fabien, who also nodded to her.
Boluogo knew where this sense of familiarity came from. The looks of Fabien and Osana were somewhat similar. The two should be related by blood. Judging from their age, they might be father and daughter.
Fabien turned his attention away from Nathaniel and scanned the other people in the team. Faces came into Fabien's eyes, and most of them were directly ignored by Fabien.
It only stayed with a few people for a moment.
Boluogo could feel that he was among them.
The next moment, Fabien walked towards him and said, "You must be Palmer Crax, right? I am Fabien, the former Duke of Rhapsody, one of the four Dukes, and the current herald of the Council of Sages. I
I have always wanted to visit Fengyuan Highlands in person."
Even if Fabien is considered a friend of the Bureau of Order, he is only a friend. This cannot change the education and philosophy that Fabien has received since birth. He is more willing to work with his colleagues than Holt, Evan, and Boluogo.
Communicating with Palmer of the Extraordinary Family.
It is even said that, as they are both from an extraordinary family, Fabien may be able to convey the idea of the supremacy of the Condenser to the Clerks family. In the past years, the Secret Group has been trying to export its ideas to the outside world.
only……
Boluogo's expression was slightly embarrassed. He took a step back, stretched out his hand to pull Palmer over, and blocked him in front of him.
"Sorry, I'm Burlogo," Burlogo introduced, feeling like a supermarket salesman, "This is Palmer Clarks."
Fabien was stunned for a moment, and Palmer, who was pulled over, showed an awkward but polite smile, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Fabien.
"Hello."
Fabien looked at the guy in front of him who nodded and bowed, and his thinking froze for a moment.
Logically speaking, as the heir of the Clerks family, shouldn't he be calm and deep, like a piece of cold iron that cannot be broken? What is going on with the guy in front of him? Is there something wrong with the education of the Clerks family in recent years?
Fortunately, Fabien was also someone who had experienced strong winds and waves. He said without changing his expression, "Oh, I'm sorry, I probably remembered the wrong list."
Letting go of Palmer's hand, Fabien looked at Bologna doubtfully, "Then you are Mr. Bologna Lazarus."
Boluogo nodded gently, "Hello."
Fabien and Boluogo looked at each other, said nothing more, and turned to talk to Nathaniel again.
"He doesn't seem to like you very much." Palmer whispered.
"It's normal. I'm not from an extraordinary family, so naturally I won't be taken seriously by him." Boluogo said.
"But he confused you and me. Why?"
Burlogo glanced at Palmer helplessly and advised, "If you are going to inherit Vonn's work in the future, you should also pay attention to your own image."
"In the future, I will be the top man of the Clerks family. Do I still have to care about my image?"
Palmer didn't understand. Having the supreme power is to do whatever you want, but how can you in turn be restrained?
Boluogo sighed helplessly, not wanting to get too entangled with Palmer in this regard. He continued, "Maybe the difference in rank caused him to confuse you and me."
The Sublime One, who came from an extraordinary family, represented the leader in rank. Fabien naturally thought that Bologo, who was a defender, was Palmer.
There is nothing wrong with Fabien's judgment. Compared with his peers, Palmer was indeed promoted very quickly. Unfortunately, he met Borogo as his partner.
"This is good news," Boluogo said softly, "These are a group of guys with arrogance engraved in their bones. The only people who can catch their eyes are the Sublime Masters who are also members of the Extraordinary Family. In other words, they don't
They would pay too much attention to people like me...I started to wonder if they had looked through my information carefully."
Even though Bologo repeatedly warned himself to be humble, he still harbored a certain amount of pride in his heart, feeling that anyone who read his resume would be shocked by his work experience.
The decision-making room should not be stupid enough to publish all his deeds. Boluogo felt a faint sense of loss.
Under the leadership of the welcoming team, Boluogo and his party were led to a tall umbrella-shaped tower. Entering the tower, the streamlined architectural style was still everywhere, with huge arcs intersecting with the sharp edges and corners of the room.
The style is completely opposite. Bologo looked up and admired it, feeling that he had mistakenly entered an art exhibition.
"The Group of Secrets is composed of many extraordinary families. Members are selected from each family. They form a group called the Council of Sages and become the power leaders of the Group of Secrets."
Palmer knew a lot about the Secret Order and explained it to Bologg along the way.
"The Council of Sages usually does not appear in the public eye, just like... like the decision-making room, it is mysterious," Palmer suddenly asked, "Where do you think the Council of Sages is?"
Without thinking, Boluogo looked directly at the center of the circular valley, the huge tower that crossed the boundary.
The Holy Hub.
"I think so," Palmer agreed, and then said, "The Council of Sages is isolated from the outside world. Only the herald can directly meet them, that is, Fabien."
Palmer looked at the front of the team. Fabien didn't know what he was talking to Nathaniel, and bursts of laughter could be heard. Palmer didn't think the two were chatting happily. They were just two shrewd old foxes.
Test each other.
"There are many extraordinary families in the Secret Group, but these families are strong and weak. The four most powerful families control most of the branch's resources and seats in the Council of Sages. The leaders of these four families are called
As the Four Dukes, you can also understand that the group of secrets is the group of secrets of the four dukes."
Boluogo asked rhetorically, "Like the six founding families of the Bureau of Order?"
"Huh? There are still differences. There are not many of the six major families of the Bureau of Order left today, and the power level of the decision-making room is higher than that of the extraordinary families. You see, my father is already a glorious one, so he is still the one who makes the decision.
The servants come and go."
"I know."
Of course Boluogo knows that the Bureau of Order is a decision-making room, a decision-making room for everyone, a decision-making room where countless thoughts are integrated into the grotesque flesh and blood.
He also knew that with the changes of the times and the continuation of the war, the original six major families had long been gone, and the ones that existed now had more of a commemorative significance.
A faint blue light shone on the welcoming team, and at the same time, along with the light came a wave of exciting etheric reactions, which continued like an ocean tide.
Everyone in the Order Bureau immediately became vigilant. Palmer decisively put his hand on the handle of the knife, his heart beating rapidly.
"Damn it, are you going to take action if you don't even plan to treat the Secret Group to a meal?" He complained in his heart.
"calm down."
Boluogo put his hands on Palmer's shoulders and held him down forcefully, and then Fabien's voice sounded.
"Don't be nervous, it's just a normal ether phenomenon."
Fabien said to everyone, "This is the energy supply system of the Hidden Land. Because of its special supernatural phenomena, we call it the Aurora Road."
Boluogo raised his head and looked up. Pure ether gathered together, like silk floating in mid-air, shuttling between the towers. The light on it became brighter and brighter, and the blue tone also began to change.
Like a rainbow, it reflects brilliant colors.
As it approached the building, the ether began to collapse, turning into a brilliant rain of light, falling on the building, blending into it, and disappearing.
"It's so beautiful..."
Bologo couldn't help but sigh, he thought Aimu would like such a view. Looking at the end of the road to find the aurora, Bologo discovered that it originated from the Holy Hub.
"These pure and pure ethers are condensed from the Holy Hub. After directional guidance, they are transmitted to various buildings, and then converted into the required energy for nearly lossless energy supply."
When introducing these, Fabien's tone was full of pride.
Fabien is indeed worthy of pride. The combination of ether technology and basic science in the Hidden Land has reached an almost futuristic level. Just like the industrial revolution, the large-scale utilization of ether can completely set off an extraordinary revolution.
revolution.
Boluogo imagined such a world in his mind. He recalled the memories of his "past life" and the memories were becoming reality bit by bit...
"No," Boluogo objected in his heart, "human beings are not ready yet to accept this power."
This is a gift from the devil.
When humans overuse the ether, continuous ether vortex points will be generated, like hidden bombs, which will blow up the civilization that humans have finally built at any time, sending everything back to the original state, leaving only desolation, dilapidation, and dissipation.