14

"...Have you completely mastered the diviner's potion?"

In the Nighthawks Entertainment Room, several people who were having a lively discussion on the "Soothsayer's Rules" summarized by Klein were silent for a moment because of these words. The Nighthawks unanimously turned their attention to the old man standing who just opened the door.

"The Secret Peeper". Old Neil, who hurried over after hearing that Klein submitted his application for promotion, was wearing a black classical wizard robe, holding a felt hat of the same color in one hand, and a packed box in the other, looking at it in surprise.

Klein looked him up and down several times.

"I must praise the goddess and thank you for your teaching." Klein laughed dryly and said seriously.

"You actually found inspiration from the motto of "The Secret Peeper" and Dai Li's experience..." Old Neil looked at him several times and for a while before shaking his head with a wry smile.

Twenty years earlier, if it had been twenty years earlier, I would have..."

"Perhaps there is no difference, because the church does not have the recipe for Secret Sequence 8." Klein said with relief.

"Perhaps there will be something in the temple... maybe it can be found in the underground exchange, but I am also very glad that I was not promoted and lived in good health for decades. I praise the goddess." The old secret spy was in a low mood for a few minutes, and then adjusted himself.

He smiled and raised the carton in his hand, "This is a day worth celebrating. By chance, Sallysette baked a lot of cookies and butter cakes. She just learned the skills from Mrs. Mary. You are in for a treat."

Everyone's expressions changed instantly.

"Mrs. Salister baked some snacks?"

"Cookies, what kind of cookies are they? Is there chocolate?"

"It's been a long time since I tasted Mrs. Salister's cooking!" Leonard cheered, and the usually quiet Miss Seaga Theon showed expectant eyes. Even Frye, the cold body collector, sat up straight.

After a few minutes, the silent recreation room became active again. Old Neil opened the box with a smile, took out a piece of cake that was enough to share with everyone, arranged cookies of various flavors, and then went to make coffee for everyone.

Leonard quickly took away the first piece of milk cookie and put it into his mouth happily. However, when he chewed it, it had no taste or texture.

Leonard:?

Leonard said loudly in his mind: Old man! Don't steal my cookies!

What's the fuss? It's just a cookie. The old voice of the mysterious parasite sounded. You can take it again. Well, it tastes really good.

Leonard's face fell, and he reluctantly swallowed the biscuit that was like a puddle of dirt in his mouth, and reached for it again. He carefully stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it experimentally.

The taste of milk and crispy texture conquered his taste buds, and the cookies were still warm. Leonard felt so happy that he couldn't help but echo the parasite's words: Yes, Mrs. Salister's craftsmanship is really good.

...She is also very kind-hearted and always takes the initiative to help Lady Mary in the workhouse...

The parasite, the "thief" angel Pales, caught a word that interested him and asked in a guided manner: Almshouse?

Yes, the workhouse is the one on Lower Street in Tingen. Leonard had no doubt that he was there. When he saw Old Neil starting to distribute tea and coffee, he quickly raised his hand to ask for a cup. He heard that Mrs. Salister had been involved in

An extraordinary incident nearly resulted in an accidental death. Fortunately, he was treated by the director of the workhouse at the time, and he was able to survive until the Nighthawks came to rescue him. Mrs. Salister was always worried that Old Neil was in danger because of this, but luckily

Old Neil has always remained at Sequence 9, and he has no fighting ability. He is basically a safe civilian.

The one sponsored by the Ernst Charitable Foundation? Pales thought thoughtfully, how much do you know about this foundation?

Ah? Isn’t this an old foundation that has been established for more than a hundred years? Leonard paused while chewing the butter cake and became nervous. Old man, is there something ulterior about it?

No, it's very nice there, I just asked casually.

Pales denied it flatly and stopped answering after saying this. Leonard was so curious that he scratched his head and said nothing.

15

In the early morning, I opened the letter from the editorial department. They expressed their satisfaction with the first draft of the drama script in polite words. Along with the letter came suggestions for revision and the remuneration for the previous manuscript. I put these dozens of pounds into

Wallet, it took less than a second to understand the modification suggestions. Except for the occasional logical flaw, most of them were problems with details, and the words needed more polish.

This reminds me of some experiences that I don’t want to recall, such as being urged by that child to change my honorary name over and over again, until I changed my honorary name so that no demonic element could be seen anymore.

"Change it again, Lord, this is not good for preaching."

"Do I have to add "bloodthirsty" and "disaster and killing"?"

"Please stop using the word 'cold murderer' as a reference!"

"Lord, I think the first version is better..."

I'm exhausted both physically and mentally...especially when this kid finally said, "I wish you can find the light and humanity in your heart soon." I don't have these things in my heart. They were all lost when I set foot on the Star Sea. The poison of humanity

Juice brings only betrayal and fear, abandonment due to trust, destruction due to attachment, and death in the mud due to virtue, just like the imperfect sun. I feel that this sentence is the same as wishing me early food poisoning.

Finally, I made some designs on the honorific name, "Lord from the Deep Dark Land". The Deep Dark Land does not refer to the abyss, but the starry sky. Thanks to the sequence name of the Demon Path, it is called "The Filthy King".

Even if the word "Monarch" is clearly written here, the Seven Gods will only think that I am acting in advance, instead of thinking of the peaceful "Decadent King" outside the barrier.

And the phrase "the nature of decay" can directly point to me.

After all, I am the only path to "withering", and the same is true for "decline".

Someone reported to me that the Witch Sect had sent an application for cooperation. One of their key members was preparing for promotion and hoped to have the opportunity to cooperate in the future. The Dark Saint who received the other party asked about the allies, and the allies responded with nonsense, so Dark Saint

The saint had to roll on the ground for ten minutes in the form of a flesh ball with damaged internal organs and various severed limbs and eyeballs. However, his spirit was relatively tough. In other words, those who were not tough enough would not be able to survive in the Aurora Society for so long.

Not to mention becoming a Sequence 4 Saint.

It took him two minutes to put himself back together and become a human being again. He asked me in the eyes of the witch who hesitated to speak and hesitated to speak.

This is a privilege granted to me by my allies, because of my status as a "remnant of the old days" and my carefulness that has not made any mistakes for a thousand years. I have the right to make decisions on his behalf in matters big or small, when his mind is unclear.

I replied to Kesma: I can consider it. Then I sent the witch away.

Among the high-sequence "Shepherds" of the Aurora Society, there are a few people who are relatively fresh and refined. It seems that only half of their brains are broken, and the other half can be used for thinking. The Dark Saint Kosma is one of them. To be fair,

, I am now just an angel of the demonic path, leading a sect that is like a drag bottle. The Aurora Society also has angels. In the eyes of the believers in the allies, I am obviously not qualified to be compared with their great Lord, and am only worthy of being His subordinate.

Stephen, the Angel of the Holy Word, is a representative of this group.

So I'm glad there are still sane people in this place who could call out allies to do justice when Steve challenged me and nearly got me beaten to death.

However, it is troublesome to maintain this sequence all the time. I have been pretending to be an angel for more than 1,300 years. Although this is reasonable as a "demon", after all, it is a way to kill and set fire. The Seven Gods will not let me go.

My magic potion has been digested. Although the two-to-one ceremony is not perfect, it has already reached the standard. It has been dormant for long enough. It is time to find an opportunity to "promote" to sequence one...but Fabuti is still there.

The Mother Tree of Desire holds its only Sequence One characteristics and uniqueness in its hands, and the other Sequence One that my allies promised to help me find is still missing.

It is not feasible to switch to the "Prisoner" path. The "Bound God" is also at the Mother Tree of Desire. The sequence of robbing the "Godly Sin" Si'a is worse than eating my own ready-made inventory. In the end, I have no real intention of becoming a god. , let alone becoming a true god or something, I am the old one myself. I just plan to find an opportunity to tear open the seal to find my remaining half of the source material, completely accommodate it, and gain the authority to turn everything into chaos.

But so far, I still haven't felt where the "sea of ​​flowers" is.

I put aside the prayer sounds of the Aurora Congregation and my own believers, and responded to a few selectively. The prayer contents were relatively common. The typewriter on the table operated by itself, and I began to revise the manuscript.

16

This time, the Tarot Club started as normal. After completing the transaction for the "Mind Reader" formula, and using his time to diligently study mystical knowledge and receive praise from Miss Justice, "The Fool" Klein shifted his attention.

I came to the pages of Russell's diary in front of me.

On the yellow-brown parchment, the slightly twisted and arrogant Chinese writing reads:

"On August 5th, I saw the strength of high-sequence powerhouses. It was simply terrifying. They had undergone a qualitative change in a certain aspect and became like gods. No wonder they are called demigods and half-humans..."

"On August 6, the strange attitude of the seven major churches towards potions made me feel strange... There must be a secret that I don't know about."

"On August 9th, what happened in the past two days makes me not feel very good. The industrial revolution that I started with my own hands, the era of steam and machinery that I created with my own hands, will become a hotbed for the evil god to come?"

"Another thing happened today, which made me a little happy. My high-profile act of reproducing the earth's literature attracted a fellow countryman, well, maybe a foreigner is more appropriate. He found me in a mysterious way,

There is no doubt that he is a high-sequence strongman. If he hadn't asked me at the beginning, "Do you want me to ask Alexandre Dumas for copyright fees?" I would have a better impression of him! Damn it, he couldn't understand what I was saying at all, too much

I was so embarrassed that I wished I could use props to blow up a hole and bury myself on the spot."

Reprinting, Klein almost laughed out loud. It seems that Emperor Russell, a copycat, is still a bit ashamed! You can completely imagine how embarrassing the scene was at that time. I didn't expect that there are other time travelers in this world who don't know about myself.

Do you have a chance to meet? Although according to Russell's statement, the other party is not from the same country, Klein still had some vague expectations. His brows relaxed slightly, and his fingers gently tapped the long bronze table.

The edge attracts everyone's attention.

High-sequence powerful people can live for a long time, but Emperor Russell has passed away. Is this time traveler really still alive?

Thinking of this, Klein's mood became slightly depressed again, and then the description of "the hotbed of the evil god's coming" caught his attention, but after thinking for a while to no avail, he gave up his plan to delve deeper and stopped tapping.

The movements of the long bronze table say to the "Hanged Man", "Sun" and "Justice" in front of them: "You can communicate on your own."

"The Hanged Man" Alger immediately said:

"Mr. Fool, Miss Justice, I just got a piece of information. Hurricane Lieutenant General Qilingos infiltrated Backlund to complete a task. He will stay there for a long time for this purpose...

"

TBC

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*It turns out that Qidian will also notify the number of readers? I was shocked, so I tried posting it and there were actually people reading it. Thank you!

*Do you think I would think about how to save Old Neil? No, I did the opposite. In this world, Mrs. Salister was not dead at all. They spent more than thirty years of happiness.
Chapter completed!