It was raining heavily outside the cave, and the thunder was still thundering.
Adolf returned from his secret hotel. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a figure sitting up next to the campfire, and his eyes seemed to be shrouded in substance.
Judging from the position, the man was Ethan. He didn't know when he woke up, and he stared at the sleeping Adolf for a long time.
Adolf didn't want others to know the secret of Misu Taoist Temple, so he pretended to be nonchalant and asked Ethan: "What happened?"
The long-haired Sarcenian answered him in a low voice: "No...but the water has flooded in, and we have to find a way to raise the entrance of the cave..."
Adolf frowned, then got up from the ground and looked for tools that could do this...
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On the other side, Victor also returned from his secret hotel.
He fell asleep during the day, so when he woke up it was at night and his body was still on the bed without moving.
When the seer enters the secret place, the material body will remain in the real world. This is a hidden danger. Victor doesn't know if there is a good way to solve it, so he can only try to find a safe place to dream where he will not be disturbed by others.
Having said that, what happened to Abigail was really something that Victor couldn't ignore.
Victor remembered that the last time he communicated with her in the secret residence, the other party did not have those things on her body, and she would not leave any strange things behind after she left.
That dark substance was like a virus, infecting everything in the secret place, and the covered area turned into something else.
"I'll have to ask her carefully next time."
Victor thought to himself, then put on his clothes and walked downstairs.
Will has come back and has already finished dinner and is sitting in the living room reading a book.
He saw that Victor had gone downstairs and that Permis was not with him either, so he quickly stood up and said hello to the boss.
"Mr. Victor, I heard that you haven't eaten yet."
"No need, I have to go out."
Victor gave him a thoughtful look, then left the house through the back door to pull his carriage.
He drove the carriage away from the Xianxiang Mansion, quickly drove to the dock area, and found the unfinished building where the letters had previously appeared.
However, this time, all the barriers outside the building have been removed, the door has also disappeared, and there are no traces of the Alphabet Society on the entire first floor and the road outside.
Victor stood at the deserted construction site and stared for a long time, then turned and left with some disappointment.
However, at this moment, a light suddenly came on above the building, which had only a structure but no facade. It flickered under the dark night sky, but immediately went out on its own.
As if this was a hint, Victor found the ladder to climb up with hope and struggled to the third floor.
On the floor with ventilation on all sides, he saw a dim oil lamp placed in the corner. Next to the oil lamp was a wooden wheelchair, and in the wheelchair sat the person he hoped to see...Mr. Doubt.
He still has a skinny body, and a mask with symmetrical question marks on his face.
"The Alphabet Club has closed..."
When the two met, the first thing the other said was this, as if to persuade Victor to go home early.
"Has your business deteriorated?" Victor asked curiously.
Mr. Question laughed disdainfully: "For you, it is indeed closed, but for others, the black market is still in operation."
After hearing this, Victor couldn't help but wonder: "Am I blacklisted by you?"
"That's about it..." Mr. Question actually admitted. His dry body looked like a dehydrated mummy under the light of the oil lamp.
"Wait a minute, I don't understand!" Victor was surprised.
Mr. Question raised his extraordinarily long finger: "Have you forgotten our original agreement? Come to me again, and you must bring back news about that person."
Wanderer...
Victor was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that there was such a thing.
"So as long as there is no news from him, you refuse to do any business with me?"
"Yes……"
"Are you not even curious, what am I here to buy?"
"Don't be curious. As long as you are a seer, the ultimate goal of everything you do is to be promoted. I have no clues about the secret transmission of butterflies. Please come back..."
Mr. Question's words left Victor speechless. He really wanted to inquire about the Secret of Butterfly Transmission III. Even if there were no clues about the butterfly's nature, he could still ask about other path rules.
But because he had not completed the agreement with Mr. Questioner, the other party did not even want to talk to him.
This is embarrassing.
"I'm already here. It would be a pity to go back like this. Can't you give me some tips?"
"No, please go back..."
Victor was particularly persistent. He opened his coat and took out the bag wrapped around his waist.
He also carried this satchel last time, with more than one hundred French banknotes stuffed in it.
"Exchange these for some tips..."
As a result, as soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Question sighed: "I won't accept the money. The rules are the rules."
Victor's expression suddenly darkened.
Mr. Question continued: "I can't give you the hint you want, but I can give you a warning."
"Oh?" Victor raised his eyebrows immediately.
"There are other people who are also looking for the secret transmission of butterfly nature. I believe you know what this means..."
Are you also looking for Butterfly Secrets?
Victor was stunned for a moment. He thought about these words repeatedly and deduced many possibilities.
Who would look for the butterfly secret transmission? Either he is also a seer of the butterfly nature, or the other person has mastered a path rule that connects the butterfly nature, otherwise he will not directly look for the butterfly secret transmission instead of his own secret transmission.
There is also a third type, where the other person is a practitioner of the secret transmission of the path, that is, a seer without a nature. This kind of person has a high probability of mastering the rituals of the deviation secret transmission, which in turn is the rule of the path.
"Who is he?!" Victor looked back at Mr. Doubt's position, but was surprised to find that there was only an oil lamp that was about to burn out.
Escaped?
Victor felt incredible.
He continued to analyze the other party's last words in his mind, and when he turned around and prepared to go home, he suddenly discovered something else.
On the floor where Mr. Doubt was before, a strange text appeared.
It was not written in common language, and it also did not belong to the language of other ethnic groups. Although Victor did not understand the scripts of other ethnic groups, he could recognize it.
Moreover, these words are not like the Astrian language of the Shadowless Empire, because Victor has also seen Astrian language.
This kind of writing is similar to the writing on the gate of the Alphabet Society, and it should be hieroglyphics.
He kept an eye on it, copied down the description, and prepared to take it to the Ministry of Defense and Suppression database for comparison the next day.
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Now that he has been promoted to a mid-level agent, Victor can directly enter the inner data room to search for information without having to hide.
Of course, there may be documents on the outer layer of the hieroglyphics that can be read, but it is not as convenient as "what you think is what you get" in the inner data room.
Although it is unclear whether this text was left to him intentionally by Mr. Doubt, Victor believes that it may be able to unlock some secrets of the Alphabet Society.
However, something unexpected happened. Studying ancient characters was much more difficult than Victor had imagined. He was not a language expert. Although he found some character libraries of ancient hieroglyphs in the inner data room, he could only compare them one by one.
It took him a whole day to translate a single word.