The capital is London, the Jefferson Family Manor in the suburbs of the city.

In the study, Justin didn't sleep all night. His hairstyle, which had been meticulously combed, was already a little messy. He just sat on the carpet, with all kinds of books and materials everywhere.

At this moment, paper was also covered with his legs, holding an ink pen in his hand, while pondering, he quickly wrote down all the ideas in his mind.

"...The projection of the old Creator is the most mysterious phenomenon worth studying in the extraordinary system, but it is also the most dangerous, terrifying, and unfathomable phenomenon..."

"......... Only when you have been promoted to the fourth level and touched a trace of extraordinary divine person can you have a weak possibility and you can see the arrival of the Creator's projection. However, there are too few such examples and too little information left behind, so you need to collect..."

".........In the nearly two thousand years of the founding of the UK, except for the mysterious fog sea in the near sea and the distant fog sea in the far sea, there is no knowledge and information in any other region... We only know the existence of the Western Continent, so don't there be any other continents?"

"...Is there anything else that exists in the legendary "Down the Dusk" and the direction at the end of the deep ocean that is known as the Great Whirlpool of the Doomsday?"

"I have known three extraordinary people from different regions. If they are all at the end of each world, then I can get unique knowledge. Even some ancient relics that have disappeared from the world, some rare experiences that have been cut off from the inheritance, I can collect them through party transactions..."

"The prophecy about me being the chosen one has been gradually realized. Praise my Lord! I know my mission and the direction of my struggle! And one day I will surely ascend to the top and become king!"

Justin took a deep breath and stopped writing.

Then he opened a treasured classical notes. On the cover of the folds, which were slightly decaying, there were vague handwriting of his grandfather. The inner pages were yellow and old, recording some of his grandfather's memories.

Among them, there is a bookmark hidden.

The bookmark seems to be a piece of gold foil, with a strange and obscure luster. There are even some faint murmurs that linger on the golden bookmark.

Justin turned the bookmark carefully, almost suffocating his breath.

Behind the bookmark is a line of small characters.

The font is a "824 password" that Justin didn't know.

This block password font says:

"I have a tiger in my heart, and I sniff the roses..."

Then below, is the comment written by my grandfather in British words:

"If you have a tiger in your heart, you should also appreciate the beauty of roses carefully. Lofty ambitions also require careful gentleness... This is a gift to the descendants of the Jefferson family..."

Justin closed the pages gently.

The whole study room has restored peace and silence...

......

The nights in the southern continent will always appear longer and deeper.

In every corner of the city of Senna, evil is always wandering.

After another night of patrol and sweeping, Gakamiao sat tiredly on the eaves of a pointed tower house, looking at the slightly bright dawn light in the distant sky.

The cold morning breeze swept across Gakamí's body, making her hunting suit hissing. Her long dark brown hair fluttered in the wind, but every strand seemed to reflect the upcoming dawn.

She gently raised the tip of her right finger and stared at the traces.

"It turns out that this world is not just the Kingdom of Lethrain, but also other unknown areas..."

"Are those extraordinary people in other worlds who are different from each other, like us? They are fighting evil monsters all the time..."

"...This is a good start, we are no longer fighting alone. As long as we can gain more knowledge and help at the party, I will do my best to restore peace in Senna..."

"The long night has arrived, and I watch the light with my life. The sparks of stars can start a prairie..." Kakamiao recited the motto of the Night Watcher.

At the same time, she prayed devoutly again in her heart:

"Praise my Lord! Praise all gifts!"

......

In the sacrificial hut of Chaos City.

Lilith was sleeping on a golden giant wooden chair with thick books in her arms. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly. In her sleeping dream, it was the scene she sincerely hoped for:

The dazzling figure with blond hair held the "sun light" in his hand, dispelling the haze and darkness that enveloped the city...

Those enemies hidden in the fog of filth and evil mysterious are destroyed in dazzling glory...

The people of Chaos City walked out of the darkness and welcomed the light...

In the endless vicissitudes of life, surrounded by stars, the vast and magnificent "Eye of Real Creation" as a pillar stared below, staring at everyone bathing in the holy light...

“Praise the gift of the Creator…”

Lilith murmured in her sleep, immersed in her dream.

......

In the early morning of Baker Street, wet mist is still everywhere. The century-old bell tower shrouded in haze at the far end, and the ancient spire reflects the light of dawn.

Brooke's transformed sharp-eared black cat ran and leaped on various roofs.

She ran like this almost all night, and almost walked across half of the city. Although she was exhausted, she felt unsatisfied.

Then she stopped, gasped, and looked at the rise of the dawn in the distance.

"...I used to think I was lonely, and fate was tormenting me, never knowing the truth, and chasing in a daze, unknown direction..."

"Thanks to fate for giving me new hope and praising the gift of all great existences! I found an allies, although it is only temporary, but it is a new way after all..."

"More gatherings, more pursuits, more gains...I will find my true consciousness and will awaken myself..."

Boogie looked at Apartment No. 23, and meowed, running forward again.

......

Bang bang bang bang!

Bang bang, bang bang!

Sherlock quickly opened the door.

"Ah? Mr. Sherlock, you slept so hard!!"

At the door stood a ragged newspaper boy, his face covered in sweat, his hair was messy, he was panting, and he was tightly holding an envelope in his hand.

"Your letter, Mr. Sherlock!"

"Thank you! Who asked you to send it?"

"I don't know, but a very decent old gentleman. I told me your room and name and let me deliver the letter."

Sherlock nodded again to thank him, took out 4 kroner silver coins from his inner bag and stuffed them into the hands of the newspaper boy.

"Ah, you are such a generous and good person! Thank you, Mr. Sherlock!"

The newspaper boy grinned excitedly, bowed deeply, then held the silver coin tightly and ran away without looking back.

4 kroner is enough for this child to live for three days. He runs away quickly, and he is worried that his employer will regret it. After all, the job of sending temporary letters is usually only half a kroner or 1 kroner.

Sherlock looked at the newspaper boy running away in an instant, shook his head and smiled, turned around and closed the door.

He looked down at the envelope in his hand.

It's very ordinary paper, with a sloppy line of words written on the cover:

"Sherlock Kidd, personally."

Sherlock's eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, and he was very familiar with this sloppy but personal handwriting.

Tear open the envelope, Sherlock pulled out the letter paper and read it carefully:

"Dear Sherlock, I deeply sympathize with and regret when you learned that you suffered an unrestrained disaster and suffered considerable losses in your life and property. I remember your excellent performance in your studies very deeply. Later, you ran a private firm and stayed away from history and archaeological research. As a tutor, I felt even more regretful."

"After considering your current situation, I think your private firm business can be carried out in another way. It not only takes into account both career and life, but also gets a good income."

"Sherlock, I officially recommend you to join the 'Ninth Special Service Office of the Botzinham Security Department' as a special counsel, inherit my position and perform my unfinished work due to physical reasons."

"Of course, you have the right to choose or not. If you wish, please go to Ninth Parish Street outside Municipal Avenue North Station and contact Mr. Rooney of the Social Consulting Office."

"I wish you all the best!"

The ending signature of the letter - Professor Hoffmann, Department of History and Archaeology, Berzinham Municipal University.

After reading this letter, Sherlock immediately sighed, confused, happy, and a little amused.

The feeling and confusion was because although Professor Hoffman was his mentor, due to the introverted personality of the original owner Sherlock Kidd, the relationship between the two outside of their studies was not very good.

The reason for being happy is naturally because the tutor still remembers him and is willing to help him as a student.

As for being amused and crying, it is because of two words Rhine said:

"There is no Ninth Special Service Office in the Security Department, Mr. Sherlock..."

"...Mr. Sherlock, maybe it's not me who's looking for you, but you're looking for me to handle some things. For example, moving or something, haha..."

Well, after going around, I went back to that non-existent department.

Does Rhinets know that Professor Hoffmann wants to recommend me?

Sherlock shook his head. I'm afraid he had to ask Rhestus in person before he could find out the reason.

"It not only takes into account both career and life, but also gets a good income..."

Sherlock stared at this passage again, focusing on "income".

Private firms will definitely not be able to open in the short term. It seems that they can only go to the Ninth Diocese and ask what's going on with this good income.

......
Chapter completed!