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A corner of Intis.

"The efficiency of the steam ship is too low. The design of Ruhn's new armored ship is very good. It's time to consider increasing the displacement and speed. I think it can carve magic patterns and ritual patterns on the hull, and use magic and extraordinary power to the ship's operation."

A man wearing a classical wizard robe and hood covering his eyes said.

A large cargo ship was parked in the shipyard of the port. The cargo ship had just been put into production for a few years, but was damaged in the flood not long ago and became the only ship that can still be used in the port. Other small and medium-sized fishing boats were washed away. The entire harbor town had no other pillar industries, and they all hoped that the ship could be put into use as soon as possible, giving the riddled home some psychological and economic comfort.

The craftsmen sent by the Steam Church jumped off the boat and complained to the secretly-peeping man's mind tank: "After being hostile to Ruhn, our current territorial waters are almost blocked, and we can't even catch much fish. What do you want the boat to do?"

The secret man asked back: "Why must the ship be in the sea?"

The craftsman looked at him and looked at the ship: "It's not in the sea, will such a large tonnage fly in the sky?"

"Why can't you fly?" The secret man rolled up his sleeves, exposed his arms that were too thin and weak compared to the craftsman, and then took away the craftsman's hammer and nails. "I'll carve a floating ritual magic on the ship, as long as the spiritual drives him and prays to the sage."

Five minutes later.

He barely carved a large round secret man with a diameter of one meter and lifted his hood and wiped the sweat from his head, complaining to the craftsman: "This boat is so strong? When will I carve it?"

Klein didn't expect that the accommodation method would be so straightforward and simple, but he was also mentally prepared. His skin suddenly became transparent in a silk top hat and a double-breasted tweed coat, and worms containing three-dimensional stacked symbols emerged.

Klein hesitated for a moment. He felt that the Cathedral was hidden enough and that Medic's existence was enough to interfere with most of the visions and unnatural phenomena brought about by promotion. After all, he is just promotion sequence 3 now.

The craftsman said: "Now is the construction and improvement technology of a civilian airship."

There seemed to be many things flashing through the fog, like an ancient city, or a mythical scene, as if walking through history.

So the secret man began to arrange rituals on the ground and draw symbols. The craftsmen opened the folding bed and quilts brought with them with their luggage. After the ceremony was completed, the two lay on their own beds and prayed to the hidden sage to obtain knowledge related to the transformation of civil airships.

Extraordinary party?

Seeing that Klein noticed the extraordinary items in his hand, Medic raised his gloves and raised them, and then crushed them.

While admiring the luxurious gold-paintings and various gold decorations left by the Eternal Sun Church, Crane listened to the chat between the Dark Saint and Ms. D intently. Judging from this answer, she seemed to know something, but she was not very clear - they had cooperated, had seen the Secret Doll, and were also the great nobles of Intis. She knew that Crane was a "divinator" and also understood the movements of the Secretariat, so she guessed that Crane would cooperate with the Secretariat this time, and in a sense it was not wrong.

"Yes, I won't go back after I've sent you here."

As he said that, he took out a notebook from his arms and handed it to Klein: "I remembered that this is something left of our stronghold in Beckland, and the list of members. Since you are planning to take over there, they will all be handed over to you."

The one who came to meet them was the acquaintance of the two, Ms. D, who received the grace of the Lord, became a saint.

"I'm not the best person to skip classes. I've been promoted to Sequence 6 in ten years! My spirit is very fragile. You are the main technician, go!"

Then, Klein's eyes widened slightly.

"May their souls ascend to heaven."

"It's okay." He threw the extraordinary character directly in the direction of Klein, "take it."

Hearing the research funding, the secret man showed a smile on the adjacent path that was the same as the craftsman: "How many can I apply for?"

"Let's listen first."

Irena looked at Klein: "Are you going to stay in Trier too?"

"By the way, even if you really carve magic on it, it's strange that such a large ship is used to transport goods. If you just want to design a transport device that can fly in the sky, why don't we dismantle the ship and make a civilian airship that can be driven by rituals?"

Klein shook his head. In any case, the feeling of being arranged to plan his life made him physically and mentally exhausted and even angry.

Klein's eyebrows twitched again.

"You are God's follower. Do you know what the Lord is doing?"

"If you apply early, you can still get into the archbishop's workshop to do a second and third work. If you apply late, you can only stand outside the workshop and run errands for them to buy food." The craftsman looked at the secret man, "You should write an application with ritual magic. You should use ritual magic to write a neat handwriting, elegant words, smooth logic, and earnest words. Then we quickly hand in it to see if we can apply for something."

The dark saint walking ahead nodded. He had to do something this time, so he resisted the idea of ​​kneeling down and kowtowing all the way.

"I think it's OK." The man from Peeking Mi expressed his appreciation.

Klein looked at the Dark Saint, who shook his head, meaning that the Red Angel had no public information. Klein was promoted to Sequence 3 and was a God-Follower, and he had not been known to other members of the Aurora Society. Klein responded politely:

"This is our current sacred temple, so it cannot be directly transmitted in."

The Dark Saint was a little excited: "What's the bad news?"

Medic lit a cigarette for himself, but did not smoke, but just ignited it on his fingers and burned quietly. He installed a switch, and the long white light tube on the ceiling of the building gallery flashed a few times before lit up, illuminating the surroundings. The Dark Saint had never seen anything like this before, and immediately began to praise the Lord and praise miracles. Klein's eyebrows twitched, feeling as if he had returned to the high school classroom.

Mr. Aisinger Stanton can be regarded as a friend Klein trusts more. Unfortunately, he was busy during the period after the God War, and he had to prepare for promotion and pay attention to the charity foundation. He didn't know how the other party was doing recently.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that Medic was holding an old glove of special material, with metal wrapped around the joints, as if the fighting armor only appeared in oil paintings.

He had seen the world map before, so he soon recalled it. Trier and Beckland were almost the same. There was a river passing through the original city. At this moment, there was a large river out of thin air in Trier's city, and several tributaries formed a well-connected water system in the city like spider webs. If he hadn't known this was North America, Klein would have suspected that he had seen Venice in the 19th century.

Klein was at a loss all of a sudden, thinking that you, the angel, don't know what I, a demigod, can know? You may not want to know what I know, for example, the real Creator wants me to be a god... Klein thought about it for several seconds, and finally said honestly:

"I have no idea."

"The bad news is that our modern metropolis will be empty, with no pedestrians on the streets and no merchants in the shops." Irena said calmly, "To put it more accurately, the remaining population of Intis is now, which is the total population of Trier."

"It was the hidden sage who saved Intis." Irena replied, "He used powerful magic to block the sea water and divided the new river channels and river systems." After that, she pointed out the window.

"Maybe, I obey the church's arrangements and may be going to other regions to participate in the reconstruction work."

A familiar gray and white mist appeared in front of him, which enveloped the entire world and presented some of Klein's past experiences below.

The Dark Saint shook his head and drew a cross on his body:

"In addition to keywords such as 'thriller', 'horror', 'director', 'uncomprehensible ability', the role of 'blazer' should also have elements such as mystery, unknown, complexity, and elusive fate. Only when the two aspects are combined together can the complete 'blazer'... This is a behavioral style, and the other is its own attributes..."

Silently, Klein felt a cold feeling spread throughout every "spiritual insect", and it also brought a little burning pain.

But just as he was ready, Medic spoke suddenly again and suddenly interrupted his thoughts:

"Stay in Trier?" Klein looked around.

"Let's do it, half of us." The craftsmen tried to bring the attitude of win-win cooperation into their studies. "I want to start rebuilding. I learn to build. You learn magic and improve so that at least one can live. Let's pray together that this kind of new knowledge that is difficult to understand will definitely start twenty times. At 10 o'clock, we will start the ceremony. We are drunk and pretend to be sleeping. We will get up tomorrow to continue working."

The ancient gloves with a very historical beauty turned into pieces of ragged iron. Then, the spiritual brilliance emerged and quickly gathered in Medic's hands, becoming a very special and extraordinary ball of characteristics. This ball was dark, like a liquid or a gas. As soon as it was aggregated, dark fog suddenly appeared around it. Soon, the dark saint found that he was beginning to lose direction and could not distinguish between front, back, left and right.

In other words, there is only one Trier left in the country? There are almost no survivors in all other cities... Klein opened his eyes slightly, as if he had only now had a relatively accurate concept. Previously, he established a connection with Arodes through Source Fort and briefly asked about Intis's situation. He heard that the God War was over and he was slightly relieved. He knew that Intis had suffered a great disaster and knew that a major flood had occurred, but he never expected that the flood would fall from Trier's sky.

The Dark Saint briefly explained to Klein, with a solemn and solemn expression. Klein guessed that this was probably a pilgrimage, so he nodded and followed the Dark Saint to the long stairs in front of the cathedral. During this process, he asked casually:

"Long time no see, Mr. X."

"The ritual of the 'Ancient Scholars' requires that they be completely out of reality for at least 300 years. After I have become history and do not belong to the current era, I took potions. I was sealed in a silkworm cocoon, and my life was satisfactory and more than enough. Moreover, my world has become history, which means that the ancient history I have mastered is definitely far better than any 'wizard master'. I have played it very effectively in advance and can definitely avoid many dangers..."

Immediately afterwards, he remembered Mr. Aisinger Stanton, who had held many meetings of wild extraordinary people under the title of "Eye of Wisdom". He received a lot of help from the other party's meeting, such as spiritual bullets, axes for the "Sun", as well as a lot of intelligence and gold pounds.

"...Nothing looks good." Irena said softly.

...

The three of them didn't say anything else on the road next. The Dark Saint and Irena muttered to themselves, chanting scriptures to mourn the dead. And that scene couldn't be gone in Klein's mind. After a long time, the surging grief and pain made him clench his fists.

Klein and the Dark Saint walked forward in the direction she pointed out. After a few steps, the fire suddenly lit up and brushed out a corner of the corridor.

The secret man patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, our Morse Ascetic Church often requires writing study reports, and I'm very good at it."

Ms. D joked: "Want to hear good news or bad news?"

As his thoughts turned, Klein took a deep breath and stopped thinking about it.

Irena said as she walked: "The good news is that Trier has a new god, ending the war and the flood, and our urban reform and construction plan is also steadily advancing. Trier will once again be at the forefront of the times and become the most modern metropolis."

"If you need it or want to cultivate your own power, you can reopen the extraordinary party and the authorization is also included."

"But He told me not to pray to Him anyway after He left."

"Aren't you very good at skipping classes? You didn't go crazy even if you escape to Sequence 6, go!"

"very good."

The Red Angel leaned against the wall, holding his arms and waiting for their arrival, and the fire came from His fingertips.

“It’s quite fast.”

"Are you ready to retreat to Intis?"

I still miss it, but the Extraordinary Party has no value for him who is about to become Sequence 3. Beckland's current wild Extraordinary Ecology is not very good... But maybe it can be slightly regulated to prevent them from causing incidents after being forced into trouble... While taking the notebook, Klein responded casually, and was very interested in imagining the way the Tarot congregation members held a secret party in the real world.

On both sides of that brand new river.

He couldn't help but ask, "How was the final flood solved?"

He got a rather dangerous but barely able revelation of the thing.

Haha, normal, no matter how careful it is, the extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 3 are equivalent to poison. If you can hold on, you will be promoted. If you can't hold on, you will go crazy, lose control, or even die suddenly. I hope the owner of this characteristic will not die suddenly during the promotion process... Klein stared at the citrine pendant that was rotating counterclockwise for a few seconds, pulled up the silver chain, and re-entangled it on his left wrist.

Of course they could not fly into Trier and enter the Technical University to study from scratch. Then there was only one simple way - thinking of the great existence's educational and teaching methods, they looked at each other and said in unison: "Go!"

"arrive."

"No, I'm just here to visit the current sacred church and will soon return to Beckland and continue to be stationed there."

While passing a window at a high place, Klein stopped and looked out the window.

After arriving at the scheduled floor, Irena stopped, said a simple farewell to them, turned around and walked downstairs.

The transparent worms were ready to move, touching the dark mist around them. Then, the extraordinary characteristic with almost no weight floated in front of him, attracted and absorbed by Klein, like a dark red light.

The Dark Saint greeted: "Night shift?"
To be continued...