Several figures were waiting here quietly, their eyes focused on the magic circle engraved with the dark holy emblem and many mysterious lines on the ground, their expressions solemn and hopeful.
The man standing at the front has short golden brown hair, and his dark green eyes are like a moonless lake in the middle of the night. The collars of his shirt and windbreaker are raised up, hiding his entire chin in the shadow. He is wearing a pair of blood-red gloves. , carrying a suitcase made of silver-white metal in his right hand, similar in size, length and width to a violin case.
Behind him stood a man and a woman. The man had dark hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black trench coat and the same blood-red gloves. There was more expectation in his eyes. The woman was wearing a black robe and blue eye shadow and blush. , full of enchanting beauty. In addition to expectation, her eyes also contain sentimentality and nostalgia...
In the pure darkness of the basement without a trace of light, the sound of pious prayers could be heard faintly.
"The crimson full moon rises, reflecting the earth,
"Everyone fell into a sweet dream, dreaming of themselves,
"Dream of parents, wives and children, this is forever..."
This voice was old but powerful, and every word was filled with countless emotions. As he prayed, the surrounding darkness became deeper and materialized like a tide, rushing in the direction of the voice.
The voice was unaffected and did not stop. His prayers became louder and louder, as if communicating with the darkness and manipulating them to drown him.
"We'll look up at the night sky,
"Speak her name tenderly: 'Night!'
"There is no other word but 'Night Goddess',
“May the goddess be there between angels singing
"Pick them with sweet silence,
"And held it in her gentle right hand.
…
I don’t know how long it took, but the voice of prayer stopped, and the darkness dissipated like a tide.
"Squeak"
A ray of light that seemed to come from the Kingdom of Light shot into the underground dark room from mid-air, and illuminated a figure on the ground. He had gray hair, deep wrinkles, and a dull expression. He opened his slightly turbid dark red eyes. Looking towards the light, countless dust particles danced around him like elves.
"Old Neil, it's time to come out. I have been begging Lord Sesima for a long time before he allowed Ms. Dai Li and I to come over to see you." This voice was frivolous and confident, and it sounded very familiar.
"Leonard?"
…
Kaiyin Island, in the narrow lobby of that extremely simple hotel.
Jamil watched the dark clouds above his head dissipate quickly, his gray-blue eyes full of doubts, and asked softly with his mouth close to his collar:
"The movements of the 'Sea King' are a bit too slow. This is not in line with the style of the tyrant believers. Or is there something wrong with the altar? But I checked, except that the rock is older and harder, there is nothing special about it?"
He listened attentively for a few words and was about to continue asking questions when he saw a familiar figure appear at the door from the corner of his eye. He stood up and waved his hand quickly:
"here."
Rawls followed the sound, glanced around and walked helplessly towards it, sitting next to Jamil:
"I asked. There will be a passenger ship passing by Bayam tomorrow morning. We can take it to leave here."
"We have to wait until tomorrow?" Jamil's face immediately collapsed and he lay directly on the table.
"It's only one night."
Rawls patted him on the shoulder. It was good that a young master like Jamil, who was obviously from a noble family, could persevere until now. When he was on the island of Sti, the young master slept under the stone golem Romit.
There are no complaints about the rattan bed made.
Although the conditions on Kaiyin Island are much better, they are still far from what Jamil expected. He slept in the open for several days, so there is no problem if he wants something better.
"Okay." Jamil seemed to have thought of something and suddenly cheered up again, "Did you see the change in the weather just now?"
Rawls put his right hand to his mouth and made a zipper gesture, then got up and walked into the room. Although he was attending a tarot meeting just now, when he came out, he just saw the dark clouds dispersing, and he could probably guess that it was a storm.
The church has taken action. However, it is still dangerous to discuss such things in the lobby of a hotel.
Jamil curled his lips, stood up and left the hall with Rawls.
…
The hotel is extremely simple, and the rooms are naturally poor. Even if Rawls and Cemil stayed in an expensive single room, there was only a wooden bed with a cheap colored bedspread on a thin mattress and a thin blanket on top.
.
In addition to a wooden bed, there was only a wooden table and four wooden chairs. There were teacups and teapots on them, but they had obviously not been cleaned carefully.
Rawls closed the door casually. As the wooden door was closed, the entire room seemed to be sealed and completely isolated from the outside world.
Jamil, who entered the room first, felt the blocked room and was quite envious:
"A simple action can be 'distorted' into 'sealing the room, isolating the inside and outside'. If I want to do this, I can only hold a ceremony."
"Although I don't know much about 'Readers', a Sequence 6 'Erutologist' should be able to imitate my abilities, and a Sequence 5 'Secret Master' can invent and create some strange but effective spells, so he should be able to do so.
at this point."
"But let alone Sequence 6, even if it is Sequence 8, I will not be able to take the 'reasoning student' potion until I am an adult at least."
Jamil was a little melancholy. His mother, Ms. Dorothy, would never allow him to become a Sequence 8 prematurely. Although the bishop of the church was very willing to teach and spread knowledge, there were certain restrictions. The most important restriction was that he would only teach what the Extraordinaries currently know.
Sequence knowledge means that Jamil can only have access to extraordinary knowledge related to Sequence 9, as well as knowledge that has been reviewed by the church and is considered safe.
Rawls spread his hands and smiled helplessly. He didn't know the formula for the subsequent potion, and even if he knew it, he wouldn't risk offending a demigod by giving the formula to Jamil.
Jamil doesn't care about this, it's just a matter of time anyway. And after he escapes this time, I'm afraid he won't have the chance to come out in the next few years. No matter how powerful the extraordinary ability is, in a small country like Ma Xi, with his mother and
Under the protection of Romit, it is of no use.
"What do you need to deal with in Bayam? Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"I can handle it myself, but..." Rawls paused, successfully arousing Jamil's curiosity, "I can introduce you to someone, and you should have something in common."
"Who is it? Idiot and I have nothing in common?"
Rawls sat on the wooden bed, looked at Jamil sitting on the chair and said with a smile:
"It seems I'm not the fool you think I am?"
"You are smarter than a fool, otherwise you wouldn't be a Sequence 6 Beyonder." Jamil raised his chin, "Maybe you are very lucky."
Rawls shrugged his shoulders. He was indeed from a wild background and could not be compared with extraordinary people from the church like Klein and Jamil. He simply lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling and said:
"...Well, the guy I introduced to you is a Sequence 6 'artisan', so we should have something in common."
"'Artisan'?" Jamil suddenly became interested and moved a chair to sit beside the bed. "Is he an extraordinary person from the 'Church of Steam and Machinery'?"
"Maybe. Anyway, he won't let you down."
"If not, then it means nothing. I heard the church bishops say that 'craftsmen' who are not from the Church of Steam often do not have enough knowledge accumulation, but they have a lot of experience in making extraordinary items. But the experience transforms into
The efficiency of knowledge is too low, and it is difficult for them to summarize any knowledge."
Jamil's words were full of discrimination against extraordinary people with low IQs, which was the consistent style of members of the Church of Knowledge.
Rawls suddenly became interested and a little suspicious. He asked in a teasing tone:
"Although I have helped you before, it's enough to tell me the news about the ghost fox. Why did you go to Sti Island and are you willing to share the treasure of the 'Ghost Empire' with me? I'm afraid in your eyes, I'm not smarter than a fool."
?”
Glancing at Rawls lying on the bed with some disgust, Jamil stood up, folded his arms on his chest and looked down at him:
"I just want to find someone who can prove that I found the 'Ghost Empire'. You happened to help me, you are not an idiot, and your identity is convincing enough. Even if you have any bad ideas, Romi
Especially, there is nothing you can do..."
Just when Rawls felt that he was being pretentious or too suspicious, Jamil said hesitantly:
"One more thing, I always feel that I have seen you somewhere, but this is the only time I passed by Lun when I came out...Have you been to Ma Xi?"
Rawls recalled it and shook his head:
"I grew up in Backlund and have never been to Ma Xi... Besides, as a natural 'reader', don't you have a very strong memory? Why do you still feel this way?"
"I'm only Sequence 9. No matter how strong my memory is, I have to remember it in order of importance. It's impossible for me to remember everyone's face, right?"
"Although I am a boy with black hair and brown hair, my facial features are typical of Loen people. The faces you remember in Ma Xi should be similar to yours, right?"
Jamil gave Rawls a look of disdain and mocked:
"Maxi is at the junction of Roon and Fenneport, in the counties of Dixi, South Wales and even West Veras. There are many students from Roon who go to Maxi and Lemberg to study, and Roon and Maxi,
The Lundborg royal family all has political marriages. In Masi, don’t there be too many people with Loen faces?”
"All right!"
Rawls only knows that there are marriages between the nobles of Loen and Intis, especially the believers of the God of Steam and Machinery, but small countries like Lundborg and Maxi really don't know much about it. First, Loen is a big country.
Secondly, because the Church of Knowledge does not allow preaching in Loen, there is naturally no news about this.
He tilted his head and looked at Jamil, placing his hands on his abdomen:
"If you can, I'd like to ask you to do me a favor."
"You say it first?"
"I have a few extraordinary items in my hand. I originally planned to ask the 'artisan' to help me identify and study them, but I haven't known him for long, and I have some things to deal with, so after I introduced you to him, I also
I will hand over the extraordinary items in my hands to him for identification and research, and you have to help me keep an eye on that 'artisan'."
"No problem." Jamil agreed immediately, then sat back on the chair and looked at Rawls, "But I have a request, let me study it first."
"No, this is too dangerous for a 'reader'."
Rawls refused. His original purpose was not to study the extraordinary items in his hands. He was involved in the "Uncertain Mist". Not only did he understand the negative effects, but he could also avoid some of them. On the one hand, this would take Jamil away from him.
On the other hand, the purpose of going there was to find out the secret of Russell's treasure from "Artisan" Sharf.
"All right."
…
Rising waves on the Central Sunian Sea.
The "Blue Avenger" moved forward smoothly without any shaking.
"The Hanged Man" Alger Wilson was sitting in the captain's cabin, holding a brass sextant in his hand, but his eyes were closed.
Silently, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Finally digested..." Alger opened his eyes, raised his hands, and let a little blue appear around him.
Those blues merged with each other and turned into a huge wave that swept forward.
Alger pressed his hands, and the huge wave immediately disintegrated and turned into countless raindrops, falling on the deck.
After nearly four months, his "Navigator" potion was finally digested!
During this period, he not only wandered on the sea for a long time, completing various tasks assigned by the church, but also consciously explored new channels and searched for islands that had not yet been discovered. After several setbacks, he finally made some gains.
His gaze seemed to penetrate through the heavy ship planks and the vast sea, and landed on an ancient and hidden island, where there was the main material he needed for the "Wind Scroller" - the Blue Shadow Falcon.
Slightly relieved of his excitement, Alger returned to the table and looked at the notice he had just received from Bishop Khogori. He discovered the altar of Kavitua on the island of Sti in the Central Sunian Sea. Cardinal Ya
Lord En Cotman has destroyed it. But considering the location of this altar, Bishop K2 asked Alger to search for the altar on the edge of the Rossed Sea and on the islands in the Zhongsonia Sea.
In addition, a mysterious extraordinary person once appeared on the island of Sti. He rescued more than 300 people who were kidnapped and sacrificed, but then mysteriously disappeared. Currently, we only know that he was a man, over 1.8 meters tall.
, should be a Loen person, and may have the ability to hypnotize.
The opinion conveyed by Bishop Qiao Geli is that Alger needs to try his best to find him. But how to find a person on the vast sea without a specific appearance and even a description of his abilities?
Therefore, in Alger's eyes, this mission is equivalent to nothing. He still has many things to do. How could it take so long to find someone?