"I thought you would still be struggling for a while?" Edmund said with a slight smile.
Alger still held his head low, his eyes fixed on the slightly greasy floor, not daring to wander anywhere else, and responded solemnly:
"I just followed my inner thoughts."
Edmund didn't say anything when he heard this answer. He just dragged a chair from the side and sat on it gently. His whole body seemed to be hanging on it, as if it was just a projection and not connected with the wooden seat.
The chair creates real contact.
In the strange silence, Alger was still half-kneeling on the ground without saying a word, waiting patiently for Edmund's inquiry. He could only confirm that His Highness had not left through the pair of black trouser legs he caught in the corner of his eye, and was still staying there.
Inside this house.
"What price are you willing to pay to get what you want?"
"What is your dream?" Edmund still had that nonchalant, cynical tone, and he put one leg over the other and asked casually.
Alger opened his mouth, but did not spit out a syllable. He thought carefully for a few seconds before he said carefully:
"I am a mixed-race child born in a small sea town. I have always been in a neglected position in the Church of Storms, and have always been marginalized by the church. Therefore, in my heart, I have always wanted to become a respected church leader.
"
"But I think I can no longer realize this dream, right?" After saying that, Alger's facial muscles twitched slightly, and a bitter taste appeared in the corner of his mouth.
Edmund did not directly reply to his question, but asked another question:
"Do you think the top leaders of the 'tyrant' church will be what you call followers of the evil god?"
"'Tyrant' is the name of the path sequence zero of the 'Storm Lord'."
Sequence zero? What does it mean?
Is it the sequence corresponding to the gods?
Does this imply that there are spies who believe in evil gods within the church?
Several questions quickly passed through his mind. Alger opened his eyes unconsciously and thought carefully about these words.
The top leaders of the church are all members of the Divine Council who need to face the Lord on a regular basis. And based on my experience when I became a "captain" and met His Majesty the Pope on Pasu Island, the fear that the Lord brings to people will only become stronger. In such a situation
Under psychological torture, no one should be able to hide the secret in their heart.
So, is His Highness Edmund implying that the spies are located in the middle and upper levels of the church? After all, they are not qualified to face the gods directly. If they only hide their secrets under the fear and oppression of the Pope, perhaps they rely on the blessing of the corresponding angel level.
It can be done.
If I stubbornly want to stay in the church in the end, maybe I can only stay at the level of captain of the "Punisher"... After thinking about it several times, Alger restrained the urge to take a long breath and lowered his voice.
His voice was low and he said:
"I am willing to obey your arrangements completely."
Hearing Alger's reply, Edmund nodded slightly, controlled his transparent spirit that was usually a servant, moved a wooden chair in the corner of the room, placed it behind Alger, and reminded:
"You don't have to kneel on the ground all the time. You can sit on a stool."
Alger was stunned for a moment, feeling the vibration caused by the chair behind him falling to the ground. He hesitantly raised his body and slowly sat on the chair behind him. He felt like he was sitting on a ball of cotton, and his whole body was soft.
Yes, I suspect that I have been silently dragged into the dream.
Edmund looked at Alger for a few times with satisfaction, and said in a light tone that was as relaxing as possible:
"Actually, there is no need for you to do something dangerous now. I am very satisfied with your current state. A ghost ship is enough to complete tasks that most ships cannot complete. What you need now is to use some merits and strive to improve yourself.
position within the church and get rid of the current status of being excluded."
"I will provide you with several suitable opportunities, as well as the potion formula corresponding to Sequence Six. If you can quickly win the attention of the church through the opportunities I provide - you can treat this as a trial, and I will directly give you
A copy of the potion you need."
"When your strength reaches a certain level, I hope you can find an opportunity to stay in Bayam for a while. By then, you will know your true mission."
These generous conditions almost drove away Alger's sanity, causing him to agree immediately.
But it doesn't explain what kind of mission I will be responsible for in the end, and I can't judge the danger behind it... Alger's mouth opened slightly, and he just wanted to use the speaking skills he had cultivated for a long time, and gained more by insinuations.
When receiving the message, Edmund suddenly spoke again:
"By the way, I can also eliminate everything you were worried about before."
Alger, who was sitting across from him and was in a tangle, suddenly had his brain freeze and his thinking went blank.
Edmund looked at the other person's expression with satisfaction and said with a slight smile on his face:
"Qilingos will be killed. That primitive island you discovered with him. Haha, I will tell you some secrets about that island, which can help you better explore that island."
"Also, am I too friendly and you seem to have forgotten my identity?"
As he spoke, Edmund changed the position of his crossed legs.
The last time they met, Roman Ambrosius had made it clear that he would secretly deal with Qilingos at the appropriate time, preparing to uncover some of the peripheral members of the "Twilight Hermits".
"No, please forgive my arrogance, Your Highness Edmund." Alger regained his senses and replied in horror.
He actually wanted to refuse when faced with an angel's overtures just now. Does he have any qualifications to refuse?
What happened to me just now? That way of thinking is not my style?
Edmund ignored Alger's apology, but took out a tooth fossil pendant embellished with sterling silver from the pocket of his gorgeous formal suit, and casually threw it to Alger, who was sitting opposite him.
Alger relied on his good nervous reflexes to accurately catch the pendant thrown by Edmund, and subconsciously took a look at it.
It was a fossilized tooth of an unknown creature, a bit like some potion materials, like a direct miniature of the tooth of some large beast, crystal clear.
Its surface, where it connects to the silver chain, is embellished with slightly darker silver patterns and reliefs, depicting vivid butterflies, and even the twisted patterns on the butterfly wings are clearly carved.
Just like some expensive art.
Alger held the exquisite and simple fossil pendant in his hand, and Edmund's calm voice lingered in his ears:
"This is equivalent to a symbolic badge of solidified power, which can give you some prophecy abilities. If you want to contact me in the future, you can also directly use this. You no longer need to recite my honorable name, just silently recite the elf language
'Corruption' is just the word."
"There are also some maps instilled in it. They need to be explored by yourself. They are some opportunities to help you complete the mission. The things buried there are the merits I have prepared for you."
After glancing at the pendant a few more times, he quickly untied the silver chain, hung the pendant around his neck, stuffed his hands into the innermost layer of clothing, and pressed the slightly cold fossilized teeth against his chest.
The layered clothing concealed the slightly conspicuous silver chain.
He pressed his right hand on his chest very sincerely, lowered his chin slightly, and said in a deep voice:
"Thank you for your gift."
Edmund's unreal figure suddenly fluctuated, gradually faded, and blended with the surrounding colors. Even his whole body began to tremble with his smile:
"Your mission will begin when you return to the sea. Before that, you can fully join in the hunt for Qilingos and witness his death."
"Of course, what is more important than all of these, including tasks, is to persist in being pious to our Lord and serve Him with all your heart. It is an opportunity for our Lord to allow you to join the Council of Gods presided over by Him. If my Lord serves you in the future,
If any task is enacted, its priority will be higher than the current task, and everything will be based on the Lord’s will.”
Under Alger's gaze, Edmund's figure finally faded to the point where it blended into the surrounding colors, leaving only a slightly ethereal voice still echoing in the billiards room that was not empty.
"Huh." Alger let out a long breath and stood in silence for a few seconds before slowly standing up and returning the two wooden chairs that were placed abruptly in the center of the room.
He looked around to confirm that Edmund Jason had left, then carefully took out the fossil pendant decorated with sterling silver from under his layers of clothes, examined it several times, poured in his spirituality, and confirmed that he had obtained it.
After some instructions on how to use the pendant to complete prophecies, as well as some illusory notes recording several treasures and a lot of information, he carefully hid the pendant under his clothes in the same way as before.
He walked to the wooden door of the billiard room with a slightly heavy step, put his right hand on the handle, exerted a little force, and pushed open the wooden door that was originally locked by himself.
Squeak.
The wooden door stained with oil stains and traces of time slowly opened outwards. The warm heat waves, noisy sounds, and the strong aroma of wine suddenly poured into Alger's nerves, pulling him from the nervous state just now.
The environment suddenly brought back the familiar reality.
Kaspars, who was sitting at the bar and staring closely at the billiard room No. 3, saw Alger coming, and he casually asked the bartender for a barrel full of renzi, and walked over with it.
He laughed loudly, moved closer to Alger, and said in a low voice:
"This is for you, just think of it as quenching your thirst."
Alger didn't shirk, he directly took the cup of Lielangqi in the wooden barrel cup and poured it into his mouth. The crystal clear, light yellow liquid slipped from the corner of his mouth and flowed down to his neck.
On the skin with obvious traces of wind and rain, there is an obvious reflection.
He handed the empty glass back to Caspars and walked out of the Brave Bar without saying a word.
Alger stood on the desolate and cold Iron Gate Street, took a deep breath of the light yellow mist that was mixed with an obvious pungent smell, and cursed secretly in a hoarse voice:
"Damn East End, damn factory."
PS: Because of Edmund’s intervention, Alger came to Backlund two days early.