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Two letters, one of which needs to be sent to Dean Constance. The content is very simple, just a brief summary of all the current situations.

As for the other letter,

It was after he determined the general idea of ​​​​this game that he chose to hand it over to an extremely important ally for his upcoming trip to Laurenzril:

Miss Phyllis, the storm watcher from Samoa,

Phyllis-Eleanor.

And on a winter night in the future, that letter naturally landed gently on her desk:

【Phyllis, I am Rhine.

certainly,

When you read this letter,

I should have been on my way to Manila.

According to a lot of information I have collected and analyzed recently, many Abyss worshipers or researchers involved in the Abyss are secretly gathering in Manila because of a [banquet].

Within Laurenzril, especially its radical faction, there are also inextricable connections with the Abyss Sect.

Therefore, I need your help,

I need you to accept the invitation from [Void Light - Falarella] and attend the meeting disguised as an 'invitee' who doesn't know anything.

But please rest assured, I will definitely guarantee your safety. As for more news, I will also communicate with you in the [Dawn System].

May the God of Storms bless you, and may wisdom and courage be our beacon as we move forward.】

that's all,

After finishing writing two future letters.

in the rainy night,

Su Wenye, Jiang Menghan and the fleeing mother and daughter left the shelter and arrived at the rebels' information exchange location.

And there, Pedro João, a middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples, received another message from the rebel organization ‘Astrologer’:

The location of the next abyss container,

Just in Bali Island, Indonesia.

And its model is exactly:

【Door】.

【Sects - Alexios】

Su Wen has always been wary of the existence of so-called astrologers and prophets.

After all, as a chief player who would position himself as an observer of the future most of the time, he never wanted his movements to be spied on by this group of so-called prisoners of fate.

Even if the world's influence can block all this.

But their existence

The ripples of chaotic effects throughout the world can sometimes lead to completely uncontrollable results.

But at this moment, the answer to this prophecy completely attracted his attention.

because,

That logo.

"I've seen it before."

The handsome scholar paused the game interface.

He tapped his fingers gently on the table, and this habitual movement also meant that he was thinking,

"It has the same engraving as Triss's Key of Holy Huyfar,

This result,

It really has to be interesting.”

then,

The foreshadowing of countless timelines is still closed.

It is like a huge paintbrush held in the hands of Vincent Willem van Gogh, completely connecting everything in the extraordinary world of post-impressionism that transcends human thinking.

The night of heavy rain passed quietly like this.

But many attendees who are waiting for the results of the [banquet] know:

The 'heavy rain' will not stop abruptly.

On a winter morning,

When the deeper parts of the northern hemisphere, Siberia and even the Arctic, are covered in white snow.

When the cold wind blows from Siberia to the Southeast Asian sea, it gradually drops in tone until it disappears completely.

The handsome scholar seemed to be in a completely different world.

Because he was currently leaning leisurely on a deck chair on the deck of a luxury cruise ship departing from Dili, East Timor, bound for Bali, Indonesia.

It was a cruise ship that was not huge but luxurious enough.

It drives slowly on the blue sea,

Like a giant ship traveling through time and space, leaving the coldness and desolation of winter far behind.

"If nothing else,

The guys like Heilang actually have a lot of wealth in their hands."

Su Wen gently raised his sunglasses and said calmly,

That's right, as a legendary night watchman who has mastered various huge assets in the entire world as Rhine.

In order to prevent his capital flow from being noticed by many enemies, he has always been penniless.

But no money,

Doesn't mean he can't make money.

Especially, for those bastards who rely on squeezing the poor and squeezing their last bits of blood and marrow in exchange for the accumulation of filthy wealth.

Su Wen has never been kind-hearted.

So in the second half of last night's rainy night, he led the rebel organization directly into the base of the gang.

The sword wrapped in the storm even directly tore a crack in the alloy door of the base. After everything was over, he also gave back 95% of the wealth of the entire motorcycle gang to those poor people.

The remaining 5% was used as his 'travel expenses' to Manila.

At this moment, he was closing his eyes, enjoying the warm and moist sea breeze near the equator gently brushing his cheeks.

That's right, only at this moment, Su Wen must turn on the virtual reality function to experience it personally.

But the next second,

An extremely cold and moving voice sounded in his ears.

"Aren't you afraid of attracting their attention by making such a big move before leaving?"

The question came from the beautiful girl beside him on the couch.

In her hand she held a copy of the latest issue of Reviews of Modern Physics.

The covers of English journals shine with the light of knowledge under the cloudless sunshine of the ocean.

But even if you ask questions,

With the girl's long hair blowing gently in the wind, she still lowered her head and read the journal in her hand intently, only occasionally looking up at the sea in the distance.

Mr. Scholar, who put his hands behind his head and looked like a beach party master, saw the serious look on the girl’s face.

A smile could not help but appear on his lips:

“When it’s time to relax, take it easy.

otherwise,

Isn’t the meaning of travel wasted?

As for the questions in your mind, don't worry, perhaps the best way to deal with it is to leave no 'trace' at all.

Just imagine,

Who could have imagined,

We left East Timor with the [container] without fully collecting all the seals."

And as his words fell,

A little girl was sheltering from the heavy rain yesterday in a container in the poorest slum in Southeast Asia.

At this moment, she was curiously running around on the small cruise ship, and kept happily pulling her mother to tell the interesting things she had just seen.

Although she still looks a little sallow and thin, her curiosity that belongs to a child is probably not lost to anyone else.

And all this,

This is probably what Su Wen wants to see.

Although his lifespan often fluctuates between fifteen and zero, the fatal threat from death deepens his view of life.

So he just whispered to the iceberg girl:

"And, dear Miss Jiang.

If I don't do some things, I will feel very unhappy and feel very, very regretful.

Complete a game of the current season,

After a week of exhaustion, I spent an afternoon thoroughly fishing,

Riding a bicycle along the coastline without knowing the destination.

besides,

Clean up the world."


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