"Justice"'s original excitement due to his pursuit of knowledge was extinguished, and there was a hint of fear in his green eyes.
"Isn't that what I'm saying, it turns out that the substitute for the potion that Mr. "The Hanged Man" didn't explain is this. This is cannibalism!"
In her original understanding, although the extraordinary world was accompanied by dangers, it was still full of fantasy. Even everything she experienced after becoming an extraordinary person was more like an adventure blessed by good luck.
Before today, although she always thought about improving herself as soon as possible and looking forward to touching higher-level secrets, she never thought that this wish might one day have to be realized through cannibalism.
This may not be far away. After all, after understanding the "acting method", the digestion speed of potions has been greatly accelerated, and now there is also the favor of Mr. Fool, with the resources in the party, plus the existing high-sequence
With the decrease in potions, Audrey could almost see that if she wanted to step into that threshold, she would have to face the decision of "eating people or not" sooner or later.
This tone was flat, and these few short sentences kept echoing in Audrey's mind, layer by layer, constantly rising, and finally converged into a truth like thunder, which almost destroyed her perception of reality.
The princess in the castle saw for the first time the lord's exploitation of the peasants' blood and sweat, and she had the idea of retreating in the face of darkness and cruelty.
I won't scare Miss Justice... Klein, who was sitting at the head of the long table, took in the reactions of the party members just now and stopped at the right side of the long table.
To be honest, he didn't want to lose his biggest "customer", but as the convener of the party and the biggest beneficiary of this force, he believed that he must clarify some underlying knowledge to prevent unnecessary losses.
"The second common sense is the law of conservation of extraordinary characteristics within similar sequences." Klein, who had already made his decision, retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice.
Conservation of Extraordinary Characteristics... Still thinking about the five interchangeable paths Mr. "Fool" just mentioned, "The Hanged Man" was suddenly shocked and felt that he was one step closer to understanding the nature of the battle between churches.
It now appears that the church's hatred of the Eternal Sun and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom is due to a conflict of fundamental interests and has nothing to do with so-called doctrines or trivial matters.
"After gaining the attention of His Highness Edmund and having the honor to join the divine meeting under Mr. Fool, I may not necessarily have to become a demigod of the 'Lord of Storms' church. The remaining four paths can also be considered.
"The Hanged Man, suppressing his own curiosity and excitement, bowed his head humbly, and not only imagined several future directions in his mind.
"Secret" was mentioned too early, otherwise someone would definitely ask about the meaning behind this rule. As a result, he directly threw out the five exchange paths. Even Miss Justice, who was the latest to enter the extraordinary world, should have guessed
Coming to the meaning behind it... Klein looked around for a week with a slight disappointment and found that no one really planned to pay for it, so he delved deeper into this issue.
This level is too far away for them now.
Alas... Klein, shrouded in gray mist, sighed silently, lowering his wrist and saying:
"You can start discussing freely."
After a few seconds of silence, "Justice" Audrey, who had adjusted her emotions, carefully raised her hand. After receiving approval, she looked across the long table and said:
"Mr. 'The Hanged Man', the information I provided previously helped you solve Qilingus. Have you prepared the agreed reward and the pituitary gland of the adult colorful monitor lizard?"
It seems that this young lady has not given up the idea of promotion... Alger nodded slightly and said in a low voice:
"I have obtained this extraordinary material."
"But I have left Backlund because I carried out Mr. Fool's mission as an angel. What should I give you?"
Angel's mission? Leaving Backlund?
Audrey, who had never experienced a similar situation, was stunned and fell into deep thought.
Boom!
The sound coming from the long bronze table attracted the attention of the party members. They heard the sound and went out, only to see the "Fool" half-buried in the gray mist, who seemed to be smiling and had a mellow voice:
"Regarding this matter, I wonder if you are willing to give it a try?"
"For example, a sacrifice?"
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Kingdom of Intis, Trier.
The Marquis of Soult's mansion is brightly lit, and the gorgeous gold art echoes the carefully carved gardens, surrounding the gorgeous mansion located in the center of the garden.
Guests wearing all kinds of more exaggerated dresses may gather under the chandelier, or travel in pairs and groups through the maze-like shrub walls.
The layered and complicated palace skirts fit together with the gold-lined gowns, and the white flesh leaned on the solid arms.
They galloped on the battlefield of grand music, and with the nobility created by gold, silver, gems, and traditional etiquette, they jointly performed this feast of desire decorated with high-class decorations.
Ordinary people are forgetting their passions and indulging in lust, while the real chess players are having a headache.
In the grand dance, an out-of-place figure was quickly moving through the crowd.
It was a combination of a young man wearing a deacon's uniform and a disabled gentleman with a haggard appearance. They were both dressed in black, which neither conformed to the romantic and exaggerated customs of Intis nor the seriousness of Roen.
But the strange thing is that from the moment this strange pair entered the door, no guest in the mansion paid attention to them. They seemed not to recognize their existence and ignored them as they left the ballroom and walked towards the door of the house.
deepest.
With the help of the faceless man behind him, the blond middle-aged man was pushed into the dark secret room.
His legs are disabled and he can only rely on a wheelchair to move around, but his dark brown eyes reveal an indescribable calmness, which firmly attracts the attention of others, making everyone who meets him remember his deep feelings.
Unpredictable, but always ignore his appearance.
"Good evening Dellau, it's not like you to show up without any disguise." The real owner of this house, Francois Soult, was sitting in the middle of this dim room, reading carefully on the desk.
Files placed.
His hair was fiery red, with occasional traces of silver in his combed back hair. Although he looked to be in his early fifties, and the wrinkles on his forehead had destroyed his former handsomeness, his piercing eyes still announced to others
His abundant mobility unabashedly demonstrates his unquenchable ambition.
As a demigod who has lived from the Russell period to the present, a "war bishop" who has experienced the most glorious years of Intis, Francois Soult has never thought that he has grown old.
He fixed his eyes on the angel's throne and determined to become a real big shot.
The president of the Psychological Alchemy Society, Paul Dellau looked at his old friend who still had the same look in his eyes, raised his right hand slightly, and the faceless man behind him disappeared instantly.
"I just came back from Loen and brought some very important news."
"Is it important?" Surt's fiery red eyes were still focused on the document in his hand, and he repeated softly, "Have you found the hidden 'Weather Warlock' trait?"
This direct question did not cause any fluctuations in Dellau, who was sitting opposite him in a wheelchair. As a "spectator" in sequence three, he could effectively resist similar provocations.
"of course not."
Wow... Surte yawned after browsing the documents in his hand, raised his head and said without caring about the image:
"Then what else is going on? The emperor of Loen is finally going to take action?"
"This is not a party. You should be careful with your words and deeds." Paul Dellaw's eyes were still calm, with a hint of toughness in his tone, "I don't want to see old friends being cleared away."
"Come on, as long as you are here, it means that the person has looked over, right?" Surte straightened his body behind the long wooden table, and smoke and flames immediately sealed the room, "What on earth is going on?
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Dellau, who was sitting in a wheelchair, looked around the entire wall of the room. He raised his left hand without warning. The two-headed bird, which had always been a mixture of illusion and reality, flew out of the air, carrying dreamlike light particles, and kept moving around the room.
hovering.
The light particles scattered under the tail feathers of this strange creature slowly fell and stood strangely still in mid-air, creating a picture with distorted colors.
In the hazy golden light, a man in a hospital gown suddenly rose up, as if he wanted to tear the visitor in front of him into pieces.
After a moment of trembling, the man, half of his body covered in pitch-black scales, staggered to the ground, his head on his neck shattered to the ground, and his brains splattered.
"A 'psychiatrist?'" Soult watched the complete video in silence, with hesitation hidden in his deep voice.
He was not sure why the president of the Psychological Alchemy Society wanted to show him the process of an extraordinary person dying out of control.
Following his questioning gaze, Delao waved his hands and took away all the falsehoods. His whitened lips raised slightly and his voice was hoarse:
"This is Hood Ogen. He is dead. He is the last member of the Ogen family."
"Dead?" Soult's fiery red eyes narrowed slightly, and he dragged out the words in his mouth for a long time, with a hint of interrogation in his eyes, "It's good to die, the trouble that my grandfather started worrying about is finally over.
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"The believers of the god who is as famous as the Creator have finally become extinct."
Hood Eugen, a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society in Tingen City Lunatic Asylum, what he said was not entirely crazy. The Eugen family was indeed a family of extraordinary people who were famous for a time.
On the surface, they believe in the "God of Steam and Machinery", but their true belief is the "God of Mystery" who disappeared completely at the beginning of the Fifth Age.
They master two incomplete extraordinary paths of "divineer" and "apprentice", rely on a "mystic mage", and occupy an important position in Intis, formerly ruled by the Sauron family.
But as the last family demigod decided to complete the adjacent path, the promotion ceremony of "ancient scholar", the Eugen family inevitably fell into decline, until now the family members are extinct.
"Actually, you don't need to worry at all, do you?" Surte played with the ring on his hand, wrinkles piled up at the corners of his raised mouth, "That existence is still trapped on Mount Honazis, and even Zaratul has come from
He took away a trait from his hands and was promoted to the 'Servant of Secrets'. As Tristan Eugen who acted earlier, his ending is actually very clear."
"Either you are separated from the times for three hundred years and become a helpless Sequence Three, or you fail in the promotion process."
"In any case, he has been away from the poker table of the times for too long and has long been abandoned by the trend."
The strong voice of the "War Bishop" echoed in the room, all indicating the master's secret joy.
Opposite him, Paul Dellao leaned on the backrest of his wheelchair, with the same smile on his face, and his brown eyes were as pure as the Holy Son.
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"Mr. Fool, when I was investigating Qilingos' information before, I met two ladies who are suitable for our Tarot Club. They are both extraordinary people with their own resources, and their conduct is also very upright. Can I recommend them?
Are they joining the party?" Audrey, who had just found a solution to the cross-regional transaction problem through the sacrifice proposed by Klein, was in a happy mood and spoke after careful consideration.
"Did you leak the existence of the Tarot Society to the outside world?" Alger, who had made a guess based on his previous experience, frowned and asked sideways.
Having already been favored by the angels and obtained more secret resources, he is not worried that "Justice" wants to improve his status in the Tarot Society, but is worried that the other party will try to cover up the truth in this way after being unintentionally exposed.
, angering Mr. Fool.
Why did Mr. "The Hanged Man" think so? Audrey also turned sideways and found that the "Sun" opposite was as confused as herself.
"No, I simply think which two ladies can bring more channels."
Klein, who had just followed "The Hanged Man's" train of thought, secretly nodded. The "Hanged Man's" question just now gave him a wake-up call.
Although Klein is in urgent need of cultivating his own support, due to his own strength limitations, he cannot directly summon too many party members. Otherwise, even if "Secret" is really willing to help him cover up, his attempt in this regard will fail.
, the party that was finally set up will collapse overnight.
However, since the two people recommended by Miss Justice met while investigating Qilinges, they should belong to local forces in Backlund, and they might be able to help me in my revenge... Gram
Ryan did not block the road, but after considering it comprehensively, he said calmly:
"This requires certain investigation. You can reveal my honorable name to them in a subtle way."
"But I don't want anyone to take my name in vain."
"Yes, Mr. Fool." Although her suggestion was adopted, Audrey still restrained her joy and understood Mr. Fool's hint to her.
"Okay, the party is over, you can prepare to sacrifice." After witnessing the discussion for a while, Klein, who felt the spiritual flow, interrupted the party at the right time and sent "The Hanged Man", "Justice" and "The Sun"
After returning to reality, he stayed above the gray fog, waiting for sacrifice and the opportunity to communicate with the "mystery" alone.
He still had many things he wanted to ask this so-called bust.