It was already evening at this time, and there were more pedestrians on the East District Road. Most of them had numb faces, and even walking seemed to use up their last bit of strength. Only a few of them had smiles on their faces and got into the nearby tavern.
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Rolls, who had a beard and wore a black trench coat, lowered his hat, took a look at the familiar tavern, and walked into a side alley.
Ten minutes later, a man dressed as a worker, wearing a peaked cap, with a medium build and a sallow face as if he was seriously ill, came to the front of the pub, opened the door, looked inside for a few times, then backed out, and scanned the door.
Looking around, he noticed a figure walking out of the alley beside him. After looking at him, some figures entered the alley again.
The sallow-faced man coughed and walked towards the alley. He didn't go very far when he found the figure wearing a black trench coat with his hands in the pockets of the trench coat, standing not far away looking at him.
Coughing again, the sallow-faced man looked around and found no one else, then walked towards the figure. The muscles on his sallow face began to wriggle strangely, and soon turned into a face with delicate and soft facial features, but his eyebrows seemed
He has never grown, and has a rather youthful face, but his height has not changed much.
"How did you recognize me?"
Rawls looked at Xio, who had obviously changed his height, with a cold face:
"Do you have a lot of money?"
"Uh..." Xio's delicate facial features immediately revealed a bitter smile. Although this mask is very useful, the money it costs is also terrifying.
After use, you need to prepare a purification ceremony to remove the negative effects, or take 500ml of holy water. The former not only costs a lot of money, but also requires finding a suitable extraordinary person to host the ceremony. Although the latter can be prepared in advance, the cost of holy water is not small.
, especially large doses of holy water, 500ml also costs nearly 10 pounds to buy.
Even because Xio bought too much holy water in his circle during this period, the price of holy water increased to a certain extent.
What's more important is that 500ml of holy water can only be used on the mask for one hour. The last time she wore the mask was more than 2 hours, and drinking the holy water was not very useful. She had to spend 30 pounds to hire someone to perform a purification ritual to avoid turning into a corpse.
, but I also caught a bad cold and needed to recover for a week.
"MI9's investigation into me has reached the final stage. In a few days, the masked man will inform you of the final result."
Has it reached the final stage? It seems that MI9 has made a big profit this time, otherwise it would not have progressed so fast... Rawls' expression gradually softened and he asked in a deep voice:
"What was the result of this MI9 operation?"
"I don't know the specific gains. I was only on the periphery during the operation and only captured a few people. They should be people from Intis..." Xio grabbed a few strands of blond hair exposed under the peaked cap, "But I heard that the masked man
If so, it should be a great harvest. Not only may I pass the review in advance, but he may even be transferred within MI9. He also said that if this is really possible, he hopes that I will enter his department."
Rawls rubbed his fingers together in his windbreaker pocket. His knowledge of the masked man was very limited. He only knew that he was once a subordinate of Xio's father. He was very grateful to Xio's father, so he was willing to take care of Xio to a limited extent. But
That was under the premise that he knew Xio's identity.
Moreover, the masked man is very close to the royal family, but he lacks a certain amount of trust in him. If he is transferred to MI9, he will probably still serve as a low-level person in the royal family's planning. In that case, he will not be read.
Or the possibility of falling into a dream is very high, which is too unsafe.
"If you pass the review, get along with the masked man normally, but don't get too close, especially after he is transferred back to MI9. Don't think about investigating your father's affairs, and don't have too much contact with the royal family.
Currently, the person responsible for the royal family in MI9 is Viscount Stratford, the Chief of the Palace Guards. You should know him."
Viscount Stratford... Xio was in a daze. She remembered that this person was her father's deputy, but... Xio's expression became a little excited, and her dark green eyes stared at Rawls closely:
"He was involved in my father's death? Did he kill my father?"
"I think you need to calm down! Miss Hugh Dilcha!" Rawls did not shy away and stared into Hugh's dark green eyes.
Xio trembled all over, and the muscles on her face began to twitch and squirm, like a puddle of soft mud. Her height also seemed to have changed, shrinking back to its original height. After a few seconds, a human skin mask fell off.
, fell into the hands of Rawls.
She only felt as if she was facing a giant beast. The already tall body in front of her seemed to be growing continuously, becoming taller than the mountain peak. The fear brought by it seemed to be greater than the MI9 clearance rose she felt in the periphery that day.
It was even more intense during the school. Under the strong stimulation, she felt that her spirit was about to leave her body, and she vaguely saw an illusory and pale mist floating in it.
I don't know how long it took for Xio to come back to his senses. He only felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat. The few strands of blond hair exposed outside the peaked cap were also wet with sweat and stuck to his skin. The figure in front of him seemed to have changed.
Normal size, she gasped loudly and said:
"Yes...I'm sorry."
"You go to the tavern next door, and I'll find you later!"
Xio nodded blankly, turned around and walked out of the alley as if he was lost.
Seeing that Xio's figure had disappeared into the alley, Rawls balled up the mask in his hand and walked deeper into the alley.
A figure was outlined behind him. She wore a waisted riding uniform, tight muslin breeches, high boots, a top hat, and a pair of deerskin gloves, like a horse racing horse.
The knight. She looked at the entrance of the alley, and then followed Rolls towards the depths of the alley.
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"His favor allows us to suppress the Extraordinaries of this path, especially those whose sequence is lower than ours, and also has some influence on adjacent paths. Some people in the family speculate that this is the same as the favored ones of the Church of the Seven Gods. Some
With the blessing of the true God in his path, there will be a certain improvement in his status."
Alicia's tone was calm. In her opinion, this was a normal thing. Otherwise, she would not have been able to convince the two Sequence 3 elders in the clan simply because she was only a Sequence 4 "law mage".
"But for high-sequences, especially those who have reached the angel level, the impact is very small..." If it had a certain impact on the angel level, then the Tamara family would no longer have to hide in the Honakis Mountains.
"The Favored One? The Divine Favored One?" Rawls muttered to himself. He thought of the two major systems within the Church of the Earth, the Divine Favored Person and the Divine Favored Person. The former was favored by the Mother Goddess of the Earth and came from outside and from other channels.
Extraordinary ones, the latter are priests who are favored by the Mother Earth in the two paths of "Mother" and "Moon".
There is not even an apostolic edict countersigned by the favored one, so the favored one can be regarded as invalid.
This is because these two paths have certain problems themselves, and the "lawyer" path where Rawls belongs and the adjacent path "arbiter" also have such problems. It is just that there is no god and no church, so they have not been subjected to such problems.
divide.
As for the divinely favored ones or those favored by true gods, there is indeed such a difference from other extraordinary people in this path, and it has a lot to do with the acting method. The acting of extraordinary people is actually getting closer to the true god in this path, and getting the true god
The favor is equivalent to getting the permission of the castle owner, entering the castle openly and becoming the owner.
However, Rawls has another conjecture, which is that this may be a back-up plan for the resurrection of a certain true god. After all, what they can admit must be an existence that is very similar to himself. Such an existence can easily become a back-up plan for the resurrection.
, or even a vessel sent by God.
Of course, there must be some exceptions, such as Russell's second son Bonova, which was a choice made by the God of Steam in order to win over (threaten) Russell. But it is also because of His favor that Bonova has now
Became an angel.
But... Rawls looked at Alicia, why can the favored ones of "Uncertain Mist" only reach Sequence 4? Is this not enough favor?
But this is unlikely. Since the "Uncertain Mist" wants to expand its influence, it will only let its loved ones get the say of the Tamara family. Naturally, the higher the strength, the better. How could they be stuck?
What about sequence 4?
Is it that curse? Rawls once read in that book "Spell" that the gods' favored ones like Alicia are burdened with a curse, and based on the above saying that time is running out, he even guessed that these gods' favored ones
Maybe the lifespan will not be too long, it will definitely not reach the lifespan limit of ordinary demigods, and it may even be shorter than the lifespan of a normal person.
This definitely does not meet the expectations of "Uncertain Mist", but the reality is indeed like this... There must be something I don't know about. Rawls glanced at Alicia again, pulled off his beard, and
The mask is attached to the face:
"Let's go to Brave Bar"
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Bridge District, Iron Gate Street, Brave Bar.
Detective Sherlock Moriarty, who used Klein's pseudonym, was playing Texas Hold'em poker in a card room. Opposite him sat a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy with a pair of rare red eyes, who was none other than Ian Wright. He
He put on his round hat again, and still wore the age-inappropriate coat.
Although rare, two people can also play Texas Hold'em.
A quarter-penny coin was flying up and down in Klein's hand. Ian's attention on the opposite side was not on the cards, but on the coin.
"Are you worried about me using extraordinary abilities?" Klein looked at Ian with a half-smile. As a collaborator, Ian knew that he was an extraordinary person, but he just didn't know which way he was. The only one who might know, Miss Sharon,
With her character, she might not be able to say that.
Ian scratched his head in embarrassment, and the dome hat was pushed down by him. He did have this idea, but he never said it out loud. Although they were playing a small game, it was still money!
With a smile and a "hum", Klein's eyes flashed and he looked behind Ian. A figure turned from virtual to real. She was wearing a black gothic-style palace dress and a small soft hat. It was Miss Sharon.
The coins flying up and down in his hand were bounced up and landed on Klein's two hole cards on the table, with their heads facing up.
Klein stood up with a smile and revealed his trump card:
"you guessed right."
Ian grimaced, and the five public cards on the opposite side formed two pairs, which were naturally bigger than his pair. Just as he was about to take the money, he found that Mr. Moriarty had left the card table, took off his hat and saluted behind him:
"Miss Sharon, good evening."
Ian stood up in surprise and turned around to say something, but knowing that Detective Moriarty had something to say to Miss Sharon, his face fell again and he left the card room.
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Looking at Sharon who had no intention of speaking, Klein put his hat back on. He probably understood her temperament, so he spoke directly:
"Miss Sharon, I recently accepted a commission, but I divined that there is a certain danger. The client purchased a house from a bankrupt viscount, but found a hidden secret door in the basement, leading to a very dark place.
A large underground building. He didn't want too many people to know about it, so he found me. I wonder if you are interested?"
Seeing Sharon's body rising and falling as if floating in mid-air, Klein knew that she was doing divination. In the "wronged soul" state, she was no different from a spirit world creature and could directly receive information from the spirit world for divination.
.
"Okay." Sharon's bloodless lips moved slightly, and a cold voice reached Klein's ears.
"Then what reward do I need to pay you?" Klein also had a headache. Sharon is a Sequence 5 Beyonder. If an Beyonder who has reached this level wants to ask for help, the reward will not be too low.
"No need, this is a reward."
Klein was a little embarrassed. He did help Sharon last time and rescued Joel, but he had already obtained the Eye of Total Blackness and used it to create an alt. And Sharon didn't get much.
It cannot be compared with the characteristics left over from Sequence 5 "Secret Puppet Master".
"Then 50 pounds! This is the client's reward. If there is any compensation in the future, it will also be yours. I need to expand my reputation now."
Klein found an excuse that was not a reason and gave all the rewards to Sharon. Sharon did not object and nodded lightly.
Sharon suddenly looked aside. As a creature in the spirit world, she felt the fluctuations in the spirit world. Two figures appeared in the card room one after another.
The former is a man in his forties or fifties, wearing an evening dress, a top hat, and holding a golden cane.
He has a very beautiful two-stroke mustache that is more popular among middle-aged and older men in the aristocracy. He has narrow eyes, thin cheeks, black hair mixed with a little silver hair, and some wrinkles on his forehead. His face always wears a standard aristocratic look.
smile, polite yet distant.
The latter is dressed as a rider. Although he is wearing a golden mask, it can be seen that he is a woman.
The man dressed as a middle-aged nobleman saluted Sharon very politely and said:
"Good evening, ma'am."
Then he looked at Klein again, with the same smile on his face: