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Lord of the Mysteries v7
						Chapter 59 More than half a year later

"City of generosity" Byam, a rented house lit by a gas wall lamp.

Verdu with gold-rimmed glasses. Abraham took a thick stack of materials and did it carefully in a not-so-bright light, drawing a symbol with a pen from time to time to record what he thought would be useful.

He left Roon to come to the Rothschild Islands, the main purpose is to get rid of the sight of Doryan and other family members, peace of mind to study the occult, looking for the rescue of the ancestor Bethel. Abraham's effective method, or reliable knowledge of reducing the difficulty of that ritual.

However, more than half a year later, he still had no clue, and he seemed to have no choice but to hunt down "tricksters", "parasites" and "sorcerers".

This frustrated Verdu, but he was acutely aware of how dangerous the "0" seal was. Even if he was willing to sacrifice, he could not really control it, and it was difficult to guarantee what the end result would be.

More importantly, he could not find a "trickster" or "parasite" at all. These are saints who are famous for their secret whereabouts and strange styles.

Call. Verdu put down the pile of information in his hand and said to himself almost silently:

"can we only pin our hopes on that 'fool' like Doryan and them?"

Verdu could not help frowning at the thought of the fool, for there were more and more semi-giants promoting the belief in the fool in the city of Baiam, so much so that he, a man who seldom went out, had heard of it.

This made him wonder if he had come to the headquarters of the Fool Church.

Had it not been for the secret circulation of more occult knowledge in the Rothschild Islands than Verdu had expected, and much of which the Abraham family had not mastered, he would have left Baiam for the South a month ago.

"I can't stay any longer. Book a ticket to Dongberang as soon as possible." As soon as Verdu made up his mind, there was a slight waver. "neither Doryan nor the Fool Church would have imagined that I was hiding in the radiation area of their headquarters. Rossell the Great once said that the most dangerous place is also the safest place."

In hesitation, Verdu put away the information, put out the wall lamp, and went to the bedroom with the help of the moonlight outside the window.

In the corner of the balcony of his room, suddenly a figure jumped out of the darkness and jumped over the fence.

The figure was like a feather, light and weightless, and when it fell to the ground from a height of more than ten meters, it did not make any noise.

Then, along the shadows of the street, the figure crept all the way to the Poseidon Church near the Poseidon Church and climbed the clock tower.

Then, "he" took out a pen and paper, brushed and wrote a report on tonight's monitoring and stuffed it into a gap.

When the figure left, about a quarter of an hour later, the wind suddenly rang on the clock tower.

The report was pulled out of the gap by the invisible hand, and in the strong wind blowing through here, it flew up and down into the distance, like a bat spreading its wings in the night.

Before long, the report fell as if it had been tied to a stone and landed on a palm protruding from the dark part of the garden.

This hand belongs to Cardinal Alger of the Storm Church. Wilson.

He immediately began to report and got up seriously in the night, not bothered by the lack of light at all.

Even in the deep sea without light, Alger can see clearly the things around him.

"Verdu's idea of leaving Byam is getting clearer and clearer." Aljie made an invisible nod and summed it up in his heart.

For more than half a year, he has been monitoring the member of the Abraham family at the behest of Mr. Fool, but he has not found anything unusual in the other side.

By the time Verdu left the Rothschild Islands, his task would be complete.

However, Alger does not want to end like this, he thinks he has not made enough contribution, but is very simple to monitor a no special sequence 7.

The Hermit has obtained the extraordinary features of sequence 3 from the Mystery Queen, and has collected all the supporting materials, and is busy preparing for the ceremony. This gives Alger a lot of psychological pressure. Of course, in addition to monitoring Verdu, he also followed the intention of Mr. Fool to do a lot of things, but even he felt that there was still a big gap between this and the identity, personality and strength of Poseidon.

For a moment, Alger wanted to force Verdu indirectly in various ways. Abraham asked him to take the initiative to expose his problems, but eventually gave up the idea because he was not sure whether Mr. Fool had good intentions or malice towards that goal.

When Silver City and Moon City sold extraordinary features and potions, Alger would buy some in Taro to cultivate a team of extraordinary people who were loyal to him and hidden in the dark, independent of the Storm Church. This is where the people who monitor Verdu come from.

At present, most of the teams with less than ten members are sequence 9, and only a few are promoted to sequence 8.

As for where Alger's money for extraordinary features and potions comes from, the answer is simple:

As the cardinal of a diocese, Alger was casually able to "save" a sum of money for himself, after a period of time when mines, plantations, spice estates and factories in the Rothschild Islands were sold at prices below their own value, and as long as they had the power to buy them, they could make a lot of money every once in a while.

More importantly, Storm Church headquarters also has a lot of interest in the extraordinary features and potion formulations sold in Silver City and Moon City, providing a large sum of money for purchase. As for the operator, there is no doubt that it is Cardinal Alger of the diocese of Rothschild. Wilson, and some wear and tear in a similar process is inevitable and understandable.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Alger decided to catch Verdu by selling some occult knowledge in some of Byam's extraordinary circle through his Shadow Guards. Abraham, procrastinate as long as you can.

"the main reason is that the missionary in Baiyin City scared the gentleman." Alger shook his head and said to himself.

He immediately destroyed the report in his hand and walked back to the interior of the church.

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Just after dawn, a young man walked out of the hotel and leisurely enjoyed the morning scenery of Byam.

He had just bought a Teana drink in a fruit shell from a vendor when he suddenly felt a big shadow beside him.

The young man turned his head, looked up little by little, and saw a half-giant approaching 2.5 meters.

"Sir, may I have a moment of your time? I want to tell you about our beacon and Savior, Mr. Fool. " The semi-giant bent down and tried to make his smile appear kind.

The young man drank "Teana", pointed to the side, smiled and nodded:

"OK, but not here."

He then went to the place where he would not stand in the way of others, and the semi-giant, who seemed to be very oppressed, followed gently.

"you may speak." The young man made no secret of his curiosity.

The tall and sturdy semi-giant's expression became solemn:

"my Lord calls himself the 'fool'. In the past, in the present, and in the future, he is the great master of the spiritual world, the yellow and black king of good luck, and the beacon of every creature's pursuit of eternity.

"my Lord dwells in reality and spirit, and his mercy is sprinkled with heaven and earth, and there are six angels standing beside him.

"the Angel of Mercury is the embodiment of fate and our Lord's favorite angel; the Angel of death is the longest existence of our Lord and the consul of the underworld; the Angel of Redemption is the horn of our Lord and the messenger of his oracle; and the Angel of Life is the crystallization of wisdom and the indelible spirit in everyone."

Hearing this, the young man laughed:

"your Lord is really amazing, there are so many title angels to serve."

"more than that." The semi-giant gently replied, "there is a 'retribution angel' beside the throne of the Lord. He is the Thunder of the Lord, the anger of the Lord, the palm of the hand of the Lord, the judge and executioner of all the fallen and the unclean."

"as opposed to the 'angel of punishment' is the angel of time, he is the 'king' of ancient times, and finally succumbs to our Lord and rings the bell of heaven for him."

"impressive, impressive." The young man exclaimed with sincere admiration.

Hearing this response, the semi-giant could not help smiling, then described the miracles brought down by Mr. Fool in as concise words as possible, and finally said:

"A quarter of an hour has passed, so don't waste your time. If you are interested, you can go to the Fool Church at 16 Phillips Street to learn more. This is our largest church in Baiam. Hehe, others are still being planned."

The young man nodded:

"if I have free time, I will go and have a look."

After watching the semi-giant turn away, the young man smiled and took out a single glass made of crystal from his pocket and wore it to his right eye.

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The semi-giant went all the way back to the restaurant and changed into a chef's suit.

"Badrel, have you been preaching again?" The restaurant owner asked with a smile.

When the trade association recommended the semi-giant to learn how to cook, he resisted, feeling that he could be killed by a casual swing of his arm, and he didn't look like a talented cook.

But now he is very satisfied with Badrel, the semi-giant is not only honest, obedient, can bear hardships, but also has a strong deterrent, so that the villains in the street do not dare to think about the restaurant.

The only problem is that Badrel goes out every morning to promote the "fool" belief.

Of course, since it's not during working hours, the restaurant owner can't say anything and doesn't mind.

Badrel smiled innocently, went into the kitchen and said to his good friend Bonn, who had come to join him in Moon City:

"Today I can teach you how to cook grilled fish."

Bonn looked more normal, but his eyes looked awkward up and down, belonging to the kind of moon city people who were not so deformed and had the courage to communicate with outsiders. He nodded when he heard the words:

"I have to say a prayer later. Mr. Fool gave down his oracle and asked all the people of Moon City to make a wish to him at nine o'clock this morning in the hope that there would be no more deformities. "

							Chapter 60 The Successful "Mass"

Badrel raised his hands and feet in favor of praying to Mr. Fool, with no intention of urging Bonn.

He himself prays for more than a minute when he wakes up in the morning and before going to bed at night, thanking Mr. Fool for bringing pure sunshine, delicious food and a life free of repression and despair.

"OK, I'll prepare the ingredients for today first." Badrel smiled and nodded to Bonn.

A few minutes later, he carried many bags of food into the kitchen as if he were carrying a few curtains.

By this time, Bonn had found a chair and prayed piously to Mr. Fool:

"the great master who dominates the spiritual world does not belong to the 'fools' of this era. I yearn for your protection and hope that you can realize my wish to get rid of deformities."

Such words echoed almost simultaneously in the church on Phillips Street, in several places in Baiam, in New Silver City, and in Crescent City in the forest.

The very self-abased Xin and Ruth and others vaguely guessed that Mr. Fool intended to satisfy a similar wish, and when he prayed, his body trembled slightly and was out of control.

They are so eager to be like normal people.

They also yearn for the lively and bustling Byam, the secret grilled fish, candy factories and local delicacies, and the life of drinking, chatting, singing and dancing.

Above the fog, in the ancient palace, the "fool" Klein, sitting at the top of the long bronze table, saw a little bit of pure brilliance of different colors lit up one after another, forming a slowly turning Milky way in front of his eyes.

The sound of prayer completely overlapped, reverberating inside the "Source Castle" and making ripples.

Klein closed his eyes for a few seconds, raised his right hand with a sigh, bent his middle finger, and tapped the edge of the long mottled table.

In Benedict's voice, the invisible power spread rapidly like the ripples on the surface of the water, pouring into every prayer spot and falling on the people of Moon City.

Xin suddenly felt something, suddenly raised his hand and touched the center of his face.

The next second, she touched her real nose.

Almost instinctively, Xin rubbed the position from top to bottom several times before he could believe that he had grown a nose and was no longer deformed.

She instantly closed her eyes, bent down, pressed her forehead to the ground, and could not help praising Mr. Fool.

Around her, there were more and more similar compliments, louder and neater.

Ruth's huddled eyes parted, Bonn became symmetrical up and down, and every deformed and genetically ugly person in Moon City broke through the original restrictions and changed to the direction of normal people at this moment.

At this time, whether they were in Crescent City, New Silver City, or Baiam, they all heard the church bells ringing at the same time:

"Dang!"

The ethereal and melodious bell echoes in the hearts of the people of Yuecheng and rings in the ears of every listener, as if it can wash their hearts and bring the most real emotion to life.

The tears that Xin and Ruth and others forced to hold back finally flowed out, only to feel that their body and mind became calm and there was no more dust.

Subconsciously, they looked up and looked at the place where the bell sounded, and found that it came from outside Crescent City, and I don't know how far away it was.

Miracles. Such an idea suddenly popped into the minds of the people of Yuecheng.

They have the road to the new Silver City, Werth. Hillmont and others also turned their attention to the distance and the direction of Byam.

The bell came from that place.

"praise Mr. Fool!" They murmured to themselves at the same time, pressing their right hand on their left chest.

In Baiam, Bonn and Badrel adjusted their positions tearfully toward Phillips Street, toward the church that belonged to Mr. Fool, and listened piously and gratefully to the sacred bells from heaven.

Klein, the "fool" above the fog, was a little stunned and at a loss.

The sudden ringing of the bell was not in his preset process at all.

He immediately turned his eyes to the Fool's Church at 16 Phillips Street.

Almost at the same time, with the help of the prayer spot, he saw the tall clock tower attached to the church, and at the top of the clock tower stood a young man in a pointed cap and a classical black robe.

The young man was holding a black bell hammer, striking the big bell again and again.

Seemingly aware of the gaze from infinity, the young man paused, raised his head slightly, and corrected the crystal monoculars he was wearing in his right eye.

At the same time, the corners of his smiling mouth were getting bigger and bigger.

"." Klein was on the verge of swearing.

At this moment, it is hard to hide his eyes dull a lot, do not quite understand why the "when Angel" Amon suddenly appeared, but also seriously rang his church bell.

Klein is actually psychologically prepared for the possible arrival of Amon and Charatu, because there are too many people in Silver City and Moon City to covertly integrate into the outside world.

In other words, Silver City and Moon City are bound to be known by major churches and secret organizations, in this case, no matter public or private missionary, will not affect the development of things, so, Klein acquiesced in Baiyin City's attempt to widely promote the belief of the "fool" to prepare more anchors for his promotion sequence 1.

Based on this premise, he was ready for Zaratou, Amon and other hidden enemies to come to Baiam, and even wanted them to do so:

Here, Klein, who has the angel kingship and level in the "Source Castle", can give full play to his home advantage, while Silver City also has a "0" seal, which can fight Amon and win Charatou.

There is no doubt that this is a better choice than when the Noumenon suddenly encounters a prepared enemy somewhere else, or is discovered after creating a secret couple city.

However, Amon's current behavior puzzled Klein and did not understand what the "god of fraud" was trying to achieve.

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At 16 Phillips Street, in the Church of the Fool.

The rotating archbishop here, the chief of the six-member council of Baiyin City, Derrick. Berg also looked up at the stained glass in astonishment.

Streams of sunlight came in from there, allowing Derek to interpret the scenes:

The black bell hammer fell, and the shaking of the big clock gradually stopped.

I didn't arrange for anyone to ring the bell. Derrick's brow frowned.

As a member of Silver City and a demigod in the field of the sun, he has a keen intuition about anomalies and knows that something must be wrong.

But the strange bell ringing did not bring the slightest surprise, and everything seemed so normal except itself.

While using the extraordinary ability of the Dark one to examine his surroundings, Derrick quickly wondered whether ringing the bell had any mystical symbolism.

After ruling out all the possibilities, he suddenly remembered the Scripture of the Fool compiled by Baiyin City.

There is something about ringing the bell on it!

It is used to describe the relationship between Amon, the Angel of time, and Mr. Fool, and to determine his real status.

Derrick was opposed to that sentence at this time, because he knew that Amon the blasphemer was not a family member of Mr. Fool, and that the relationship between the two sides was not even harmonious and hostile.

However, the lies he told before convinced other members of the six-member panel in Baiyin City that Amon, the Angel, was appointed by Mr. Fool to cast the first light on the people of God's forsaken land. it was because he "parasitized" Derrick that there were subsequent changes until hope came.

Derrick wanted to explain, but was embarrassed to explain that it would bring out too many lies and make him lose his image in front of the people of Baiyin City in front of the rest of the "six-member panel" and, as Miss Justice once said, social death.

In the end, he chose to procrastinate, thinking that the scripture was to be shown to Mr. Fool first, and if there was anything wrong with the description, he would certainly lower the oracle and give suggestions for amendment.

Who knows, Mr. "Fool" said nothing and acquiesced in the content of the scripture.

Is Amon coming to ring the bell? Derrick was in a trance for a moment and thought it was too strange.

He quickly bowed his head, began to pray, and reported the matter to Mr. Fool.

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Above the gray fog, inside the "Source Castle".

Before Klein could get rid of Amon, the other party suddenly became transparent, turned into light, and disappeared on the clock tower.

"what does this guy want to do? If his father is the emperor, not the ancient sun god, then I can reasonably suspect that he is giving me a clock. " Klein examines whether there is a latent Amon in Silver City and Moon City, while analyzing Amon's purpose without thinking.

Just as he was going to use divination to look for clues, the Sun Derrick finished his prayer.

". Scripture, scripture? " Klein, with a slight movement in the corners of his mouth, summoned the sacred sacrifice of Silver City to himself from the pile of sundries.

He just turned a few pages before, and he was so embarrassed that he didn't look back and put on a posture that I didn't know I didn't exist if I didn't pay attention.

Of course, he was not careless in this respect, and he was still cautious enough to confirm that the scripture would do no harm to him by means of divination in the Source Castle.

With this premise, he acquiesced in the adoption of this edition of scripture in Silver City.

Taking a slow breath, Klein stretched out his right hand and flipped through the pages of the scripture in front of him.

The muscles of his face twitched a little, and the corners of his mouth grinned a little uncontrollably.

Klein flipped faster and faster, and at last he saw the last page.

Pop!

Klein slammed the Fool's Scripture and threw it back into the sundries.

"after the miracle of Moon City, well, the potion has almost been digested, and the secret puppet city has to step on the stage of history." Klein looked blankly at his condition and nodded slightly invisibly.

Since he initially took control of "Source Castle", he can also get feedback from reality here.

						Chapter 61 Three Plans

As for the secret puppet town, Klein has been thinking about how to create it a long time ago, and has three preliminary plans:

If the interference of external factors is excluded, his best choice is to be somewhere in the northern continent, directly let the secret puppet towns rise overnight and connect with the surrounding cities by railways, rivers and roads.

In this way, a large number of outsiders will arrive in the secret puppet town every day and have a very strong interaction with the surrounding area: on the one hand, towns without affiliated villages will certainly buy grain, salt, cloth, minerals, sugar and other necessities from other places, on the other hand, it will also have its own output, which can be sold to the surrounding cities, market towns and villages. In this case, businessmen, workers, tourists and other groups will go back and forth very frequently, at the same time, they will have a lot of interaction with the residents of the secret puppet town.

Under the influence of various strong interactions, the secret puppet town will soon be able to give birth to the corresponding area in the spirit world, and when the fate of the residents becomes fine and real, Klein will be able to take the magic potion promotion sequence 1 "Secret waiter".

It may take less than three months before and after this.

But the problem is that the plan cannot be kept secret.

In the current era, the sudden addition of a town somewhere is impossible to hide, and government employees, police and journalists will soon come to investigate, and all kinds of strong interactions after that will also let more and more people know about the city and understand the city. This is a problem that cannot be solved by illusion, unless the secret puppet town does not interact with the surrounding cities, market towns, and villages at all, or does not interact with the surrounding cities, market towns, and villages at all. But that goes against the needs of the ceremony.

When the news of the secret couple town gets out, Klein will no doubt be targeted by enemies such as Zaratu and Amon Noumenon. At that time, it will be easier to destroy than to protect, and he can only move the place with his own secret couple town. This will lead to the loss of the effect of the early interaction, just like the experience of the black wolf.

So Klein only came up with such a plan and would hardly choose it unless some "visionary" was willing to help to make all the creatures on the north and south continents take it for granted that there was a town there, which did not pop up all of a sudden.

Considering the influence of various external factors and his extraordinary abilities, Klein's safest choice is to build the secret puppet town on an uninhabited island that deviates from the safe channel and is hidden enough, and use the source fortress for anti-divination and anti-prophecy layout.

At the same time, Klein will rely on that "curtain" to "graft" some nodes of roads, rivers and railways outside the secret idol town, making it one of the stops on some people's journey.

This cannot be completely kept secret, but after the "grotesque phenomenon" spreads and may attract the attention of Zaratou and Amon, Klein can easily remove the original "grafting" and change the "entrance" irregularly.

Under this strategy, the transfer is only the "entrance", not the secret puppet city itself, the impact of various interactions in the spirit world can be retained, will not be interrupted, and the ceremony can be steadily advanced.

Of course, this scheme also has a big problem, that is, the field of interaction is limited, can not produce all aspects of the day-to-day impact, in addition, the frequency and intensity of interaction will not be too high.

If you choose this plan, it means that Klein will have to spend more than half a year or even more than a year on the ceremony.

If he insists that the fate of each secret couple has a beginning and an end in order to be safe, the ceremony will take at least 50 years, but there is also a trick, that is, after everything else meets the requirements of the ceremony, directly give the town a meteorite, an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, so that the fate of all secret couples can reach the end at the same time. Such a situation also exists in reality, which is quite reasonable.

Mr Klein also has a compromise between radical and conservative options.

That is to recreate a city, let the secret puppet correspond to the residents of that city one by one, and then, if it is evil, directly erase the city and replace it with its own secret couple town, and those with a benevolent heart will hide the city and ensure the supply of materials-- the reason for not transforming the target city is that it has a corresponding area in the spiritual world, which is not new, and does not meet the requirements of the ceremony.

Relying on the "curtain" formed by the extraordinary characteristics of the "secret waiter", Klein could have a better choice: to "graft" some stage of the city into his secret couple town.

In this way, his secret puppet town has become the dark side of the city, and outsiders who enter in the corresponding period of time will encounter secret puppets, not real people, and when that time passes, they will leave the secret puppet town and return to reality. Deal with real people.

In the process, Klein will also send secret couples to act as outsiders and interact with their real people, so that real outsiders can seamlessly connect with each other when they return to reality.

In other words, there are two kinds of life in the same city at the same time, but no one can notice it. Only occasionally some people will feel that some details are not right, but there is no way to explain them and ignore the past.

This is quite in line with the characteristics of "secrecy", and has a certain degree of secrecy.

Of course, this scheme also has its own problems, that is, the fate of the secret couple highly simulates the fate of real people, without its own independence, the effect of some aspect of the ceremony will not be as expected.

Benedict, Klein tapped his fingers on the edge of the long mottled table, hesitating between the second and third options.

After a few minutes, he obeyed the will of the heart and chose the second plan, which would rather spend more time than affect the fate of the innocent.

"at the beginning, Charatu and Antigonus chose the third option with a high probability." Klein sighed, ready to return to reality.

At this time, he looked at the sundries pile again and considered whether to lower the oracle and let Silver City modify part of the description in the scripture.

For a god, scripture is not really a very important thing. The greatest use is to facilitate preaching and increase the number of anchors.

On this point, Klein has long drawn a conclusion from the scriptures of the orthodox church, such as the Apocalypse of the Night and the Book of the Storm:

Most of the content is to uplift the spirit, boast nonsense, and show kindness and compassion.

If, in ancient times, believers' understanding of the image of the gods did have a certain negative impact on the gods, then there is no hidden danger in replacing the gods with symbols. at least the gods such as the "Goddess of the Night" and "Lord of the Storm" generously claimed that they had been transformed by some part of the original creator, and they did not worry that this would aggravate the revival of the original will in their bodies.

In other words, if there is a problem in this respect, Klein believes that the Night Goddess must have changed the corresponding description from one eye of the original Creator to the heir of his birth, which also has a very high personality.

At the same time, the believers' recognition of certain things will not impose a mystical burden on the gods themselves, otherwise Amon would have secretly helped Klein, or the former "Source Castle", prepare a group of believers to induce them to form the perception that the Angel is the incarnation of the "Secret Lord", and with the help of the qualified instinctive response, establish enough contact with the "Source Castle" and open a "back door".

As far as the gods are concerned, apart from the need for missionary work, there are only two most important parts of the Scripture:

One is the description of the authority and honorable name of the god itself, which, if wrong, will cause the believer's prayer to point to the wrong unknown object, which is not only dangerous to the believer, but also makes the spirit lose its anchor; the other is the description of other churches, which can easily lead to conflict.

As for the relationship between angels and saints, the gods do not care too much about angels and saints themselves, because they need to get certain anchors.

Therefore, the descriptions of angels and saints in the great scriptures are detailed enough, with authority and honorable names, to facilitate the selection and substitution of different believers. In addition, this is not enough to form a solid anchor, because it is covered under the faith of God.

In order to solve this problem, the Orthodox Church will assign different guardian angels and saints to different churches to accurately delineate the scope.

It is precisely because of this understanding that Klein has not paid much attention to the Scripture. After reading the previous part describing his authority and honorable name, he was so embarrassed that he did not want to read it. He just used the method of "divination" to confirm whether it would conflict with the Orthodox Church.

After thinking about it for a while, he gave up the idea of directly lowering the oracle to allow Silver City to revise the scripture, and decided to use a softer way:

In the communication of the Tarot Society, through the World German. Sparrow induces the Sun to adjust cognition, which involves the Angel of time to Pales. Zoroaster's direction is to allow the corresponding content to be revised without arousing suspicion in Silver City.

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Byam, Verdu. Abraham gained a lot of knowledge of the occult in several extraordinary circles.

He lit the gas wall lamp and took advantage of the night to get up carefully.

In the end, he suddenly read a message he had never known before:

"Bansi Port is a place full of occult power, where the connection with the spirit world and the astral world is beyond imagination. Even if the Storm Church directly destroyed the port, it did not completely eliminate its anomalies.

"many occult researchers are buying things related to Bansi at high prices."

Bansi. Verdu said to himself in silence, and there was a sudden strong interest in the port.

He began to consider whether to buy some items from Bansi and study them in depth. After all, the spirit world is related to "teleport", and the astral realm and starry sky are related to "roaming", which may all involve Mr. Bethel. Abraham's relief.

Maybe, if you have a chance, you can go to Bansi to have a look. Vildowee dropped his head out of sight.

						Chapter 62 Kung fu under the stage

The preparation for the creation of the secret puppet town is rather boring and tedious, at least according to Klein.

In such a big old palace, Klein sat on the high-backed chair belonging to the fool, holding a water-absorbing pen and ordinary paper, writing the name, age and fate of each secret couple, while letting the "spirit worms" get out of the body and reorganize into one body after another.

Some of these Klein sat on the ground, some occupied twenty-one seats other than the Fool, and some showed their beds and lay back on them.

Then they drew different books from the sundries and got up seriously.

That book includes, but is not limited to:

"how to make good Wine"

Train dispatching.

A Collection of dessert making.

"the self-cultivation of the clergy"

Repair Manual for Gas Wall Lamps, Gas meters and all kinds of Household Machinery.

"Dipsy Food."

Port Management practice.

"legal basis"

"Ladies' Aesthetics" magazine.

These are the professional knowledge that different secret puppets need to master, and only in this way can they play their roles well and make them real enough in all aspects, even if they talk and interact deeply with outsiders, they will not expose the problem.

If you just memorize this knowledge, there will be no difficulty for Klein, but he must really master and be able to apply it, and he must not confuse the role. We can't let a strapping, sturdy, low-income switchman blurt out the moisturizing effect of so-and-so skin care products and what are the defects of so-and-so silk.

If this happens in drama or opera, it may create a strange attraction that can be put into reality, but obviously distorted, which is not conducive to the promotion of the ceremony.

In order to avoid similar problems, Klein had to do more hard work in the early stage to make every character in the secret couple town real, plump and appropriate.

Fortunately, there are not too many people in a town who really need to master the corresponding professional knowledge. Most of the residents are semi-illiterate or even truly illiterate, living on experience and living in a daze. Klein has relatively little to learn about these roles, like workers who go to the assembly line with or without training.

I don't know how long later, Klein put down his pen, rubbed his forehead, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

He finally compiled the data of nearly 5,000 residents of the secret puppet town, and the corresponding knowledge reserve was also nearing completion.

"it's like directing a very large movie, and I'm the screenwriter, I'm the chandelier, I'm the prop maker, I'm the makeup artist, and all the actors are me. If this ceremony goes down, I will really wander on the edge of getting out of control. If I am not careful, I will split my personality and fall into the abyss of madness. It's a good thing I have a competent psychiatrist.

"well, in the operation of the secret puppet town, we should pay attention to one problem: although I am a polite and cultured gentleman, most of the residents in a town are at the bottom, and they tend to be vulgar in terms of speech and behavior. You can't hold it while playing, and you can't break through the psychological barrier. " Klein sighed silently, so that the surrounding body disintegrated into a "spirit worm", so that a "spirit worm" drilled back into his body.

Of course, this is not all, there is a "Klein" to maintain the previous state, ready to turn "source fort".

The next second, Klein returned to reality and took the "wriggling hunger" out of the historical hole and put it on.

Then he "teleported" to an island located in the raging sea but clearly deviated from the safe waterway.

This is the "stage" he picked before.

The area is cut off by storms all the year round, with no signs of human activity, only large forests and forest-dependent animals.

Klein looked around, picked an open place, pressed his right hand to his left breast, and prayed piously:

"I hope there is a city suitable for five thousand people."

As soon as he spoke, Klein raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

Huo ran, this open area has become extremely flat, the surrounding forest has also "retreated" a lot, providing a lot of trees, stones and soil.

At about the same time, buildings sprang up one after another. they were a mixture of stone and wood, with a height of no more than four stories and a style close to Dixie Bay in the kingdom of Roon.

In a blink of an eye, residential houses, libraries, police stations, Telegraph offices, city councils, small hospitals, candy factories, waterworks, gas companies, steam train stations, parallel tracks and plantations outside the city took shape, and the streets were paved with cement or stone tiles.

At last, next to the square in the middle of the town, a spire church rose out of the ground and stood proudly.

This is a church belonging to the Goddess of the Night because it fits the background of the city.

"I wish the island had a deep-water port." Klein didn't stop and made a second wish to himself.

Pop!

He snapped his fingers again and satisfied his wish.

About three kilometers from the town, a small port is taking shape fast. There are two docks, five warehouses, a port hotel, a humble restaurant, a police station, a bar, a lighthouse, a naval battalion stationed in Hong Kong.

"I hope there will be convenient transportation between ports and towns." Klein made a third wish.

He immediately raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

A concrete road and a freight railway appeared instantly between the town and the port.

According to Klein's plan, the port part is for visitors at sea, while the town part is mainly for outsiders from the north and south continents.

Looking admiringly at the empty city, Klein pressed his top hat, "teleported" directly to the city square, and walked step by step into the church he named St. Arianne.

The door of the church was open and dark inside.

I don't know how long later, three figures appeared at the door. they were a gentleman in their thirties in formal dress and bow tie, an ordinary and gentle woman, and a child dressed like a small adult.

The woman took a few difficult steps, moved her neck, then smiled, stretched out her hands, and took the arms of the gentleman beside her.

With a faint smile, the gentleman, while letting the lady rest half against herself, stretched out his right hand and took hold of the little boy.

The little boy walked up and down, looking very lively.

Their movements were a little raw at first, but the more they walked, the more fluent they became, and the years passed quietly through the square.

By the time they left, more and more people came out of St. Arianne's church, including police, repairmen, gas company staff, restaurant cooks, gray-haired old men, poorly dressed farmers.

Within the next hour, a steady stream of people came out of the night church, either turning to different streets, going to different places, entering different houses, or staying in the square, enjoying the scenery without pigeons.

In the process, the number of people coming out has completely exceeded the limit of the capacity of the church, but there seem to be people inside, as if connected to another city.

Nearly a quarter of an hour later, the door of St. Arianne's church was finally quiet, but rats, cockroaches, moths, ants, flies and mosquitoes lurked elsewhere.

Finally, a stained glass at the top of the church opened, and one by one the pigeons flew out and landed in the middle of the square.

Those who stayed here came back to life, teasing pigeons, looking for vendors, playing lyres, and talking to friends with smiles.

A man in a bowler hat and trench coat with a stick and a revolver left the city square all the way to the other side of town and stopped in front of a wooden plate.

Then he took out his tool and wrote the name of the town on the board:

Yanan.

After thinking about it, the man wiped off "Yanan" and rewrote his name:

Utopia.

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Beckland, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

"Alfred has boarded the passenger ship returning to the northern continent?" Audrey made no secret of her surprise.

It was September 1352.

Over the past six months, Audrey did not spend much energy to get her father to give up the idea of going back to East Chester County in the first half of the year, because cities such as Beckland and Conston need to be rebuilt and a new balance needs to be found in royal politics. Earl Hall has too many things to deal with and is not in the mood for a holiday.

So, when Earl Hall is in trouble, offer to stay at Beckland and return to East Chestershire in the second half of the year, Audrey will be able to make things work out as expected and get herself praised.

And the Psychological Alchemy Association did not urge-since then, the Psychological Alchemy Review Panel meeting has been held a total of three times, mainly to exchange their own research results and all kinds of intelligence in the area under their jurisdiction. The lady "greedy" only asked twice about the clues to the spiritual dragon.

Frankly speaking, if Mr. Fool had not warned Audrey to pay attention to the "angry" rabbit and the easily forgotten president, she would have found the panel meeting interesting and Mr. Rabbit insightful, but now she is as vigilant as ever.

"Yes, the passenger ship has left Hong Kong." Count Hall smiled and nodded. "when Alfred arrives in Beckland and has finished the necessary socialization, we will go back to East Chestershire to hunt foxes."

Autumn is a good time for fox hunting.

Audrey said, "mm-hmm."

"all right."

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As a major general, instead of following the navy's fleet to Deasy Bay, Alfred, with his adjutant and entourage, boarded a steam-sail hybrid passenger ship bound for Prydz port.

After nearly two days of sailing, they were caught in a storm in the raging sea.

As the ship rocked violently, the sailors on the watchtower saw a little light with the help of binoculars.

It comes from a lighthouse.

					Chapter 63 The Night Without Abnormality

During the wobble, the passenger ship passed through the storm and approached the lighthouse.

A small port was then reflected into the eyes of captains, sailors and passengers through the dim curtain of rain.

Before long, a man in his thirties in a blue uniform, holding a black umbrella and carrying a glass lantern appeared on the dock, directing the passenger ship to dock with less-than-standard movements.

"Hey, guys, where did you come from?" The man shouted as he opened his mouth as he watched the gangway go down.

After most of his voice was engulfed by the wind and rain, he successfully reached the interior of the passenger ship and got into Alfred's ear.

"do you know what this place is?" Alfred glanced cautiously at his adjutant and retinue.

Without a general's dress, he wore the usual black trench coat of Beckland, his brilliant blond hair hanging down at will, and his blue eyes like a deep lake in the forest.

The adjutant, whose hair was neatly combed, first shook his head, saying he didn't know, and then explained:

"the previous storm made me lose my way."

At this time, the captain came to the side of the ship with an umbrella and responded to the man:

"We set out in Dongbailang two days ago and unfortunately we were caught in a storm.

"which port is this?"

The man rolled his eyes, did not answer directly, and said at the top of his voice:

"wait a minute."

He then turned around, held his umbrella and lantern, and ran to the complex of buildings near the dock.

The reaction came as a surprise to Alfred and other passengers, but it was not surprising to experienced shipping captains, first officers and others, who had encountered too many unconventional events in many ports on the raging sea channel. This makes them wait patiently for further development.

That is, five or six minutes later, the man led a girl to run quickly.

The girl had no umbrella and was wearing a hooded raincoat smeared with Donningsman tree sap.

After approaching the passenger ship, the two men came to the deck step by step along the gangway as the gunmen watched.

At this distance, the vast majority of passengers can see clearly what they look like.

The man's brown hair and brown eyes, with rough skin, looked like a man at the bottom who had been battered by wind and rain. The woman was in her twenties, her eyes were lake green, and she had long linen hair, in which several collaterals were wet on her face, giving her a feeling of purity and charm.

This is a pretty good beauty with wild temperament.

"Gentlemen, this is the port of Utopia." The man introduced rather impatiently, "my name is Theodore. I'm the port, interim commander."

As he spoke, he laughed, as if happy that he had invented such a powerful-sounding position.

Of course, the captain knew what the so-called "interim commander of the port" meant, and he paid no attention to the sudden delight of such small potatoes.

He frowned slightly and said:

"Utopian port? I haven't heard of it. "

Theodore looked at him and said:

"I've heard that many times.

"Oh, if it hadn't been for the storm that should have been kicked by a donkey, you probably wouldn't have come here for the rest of your life!"

Before he could say more words, the lady said first:

"Utopia is not on the safe waterway. Usually only if we know about this area and know that the ships here will come to resupply."

Does it mean that the main users of this port are pirates? How could the captain not read between the lines, and at such times, the tacit understanding not to expose is the protection of both sides.

He said, "mm-hmm."

"who are you?"

"my name is Trish." The girl smiled. "the owner of the port hotel is also the receptionist and waiter."

She looked around and said:

"it's a big storm and the boat will be very bumpy, so it's not a wise choice to stay here and rest. The hotel will provide you with stable beds, plenty of hot water, clean food, warm quilts and an environment that reminds you of your own home. It costs only 10p a night, I mean a room.

"in addition to these, you can drink heavily and enjoy warm hospitality in the bar next to you."

Obviously, this girl is here to attract business.

The captain was so vigilant that he did not respond directly to her, nodded and said:

"I can't make a decision for the passengers. It's their freedom to choose. Of course, as captain, I will stay here with my crew."

Trish kept smiling and said,

"I will wait at the hotel for guests who are willing to get off the ship."

She seemed to have received some education, unlike the hot but spiteful girls the crew met in other ports, full of dirty words.

When Trish half-turned and was about to return, T-bag approached her and said with a straight face:

"you have to thank me for telling you the news in the first place."

As he spoke, he brushed his right hand against Trish's ass and pinched it hard.

Pop!

Trish opened his hand and cursed:

"you bastard who should be fucked by a donkey!"

She took a few quick steps and left the passenger ship along the gangway.

Theodore shook the palm of his hand and scolded even more with a smile:

"what a bitch!"

This scene made many passengers in the cabin suddenly moved.

For them, the biggest flaw on board is boredom, and there are bars in the port.

This means that you can meet cheap street girls, different from the northern mainland and different from the southern mainland, with local characteristics.

If they are lucky or willing to spend a lot of money, some of them may even be able to sleep with that wild beauty just now!

For a moment, a number of passengers packed their bags and prepared to go straight to the port hotel.

Seeing this, Alfred's adjutant asked:

"General, shall we disembark?"

Alfred shook his head slowly:

"We don't know anything about this place and we have to be careful enough. Staying on the boat is the best option. "

The adjutant had no objection to this, but asked slightly worriedly:

"what about those who have disembarked?"

"that's their choice." Alfred looked out of the window with no expression. "if there is an accident, we can only protect more people, unless it is not serious and can be easily solved."

With that, he turned to the adjutant and his entourage:

"take turns at the vigil tonight to guard against accidents."

Alfred, who has dealt with the spiritual order, the Rose School and other organizations in the Southern Continent, has an instinctive vigilance against strange places.

When he had exchanged views with the captain, Alfred lay on the bed, listening to the wind slapping against the windows and the heavy rain rattling on the deck, quite calmly ready to fall asleep.

Just then he heard a melody of sadness coming from the direction of the harbor.

It seems to come from the flute, on and off in the storm, like a man sobbing.

Alfred was immersed in such an environment of music, as if he had returned to Beckland, who always appeared in his dreams, and to the different emotions of childhood happiness and youth troubles.

He suddenly shook his head and got rid of this feeling and found that it was not a mental influence, but a normal person's response.

Alfred rolled out of bed, went to the window and used the sheriff's extraordinary ability to make sure that the music he had just heard came from the cheap hotel.

Not those guests who disembark, their goal is very clear, will not be in the mood to play such a melody. There are already tourists in Utopia Port, or the boss and waiter named Trish? If it's her, this is a lady with a story. Alfred sighed, withdrew his eyes and stopped paying attention.

He was curious, but he had no idea of getting off the ship.

Soon, the flute stopped, the port hotel was quiet again, and there was no accident.

In this way, time went by, and as the storm stopped, the sky gradually brightened.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the departing passengers returned one after another, each with empty feet and haggard faces.

When the sailors saw this, they immediately laughed and said:

"the chicks here seem to be very nice!"

The tourists shook their heads almost at the same time, showing a look of regret.

One of them rubbed his forehead and said:

"the Lang Qi here is very good, cheaper than anywhere else. I accidentally drank too much and fell asleep. I don't know if anything happened with that lovely person. Alas, I woke up and was about to sail. I had no recollection of what I had done when I was drunk. I praised the goddess, who told me to go back to bed instead of sleeping in the rain. "

Other passengers echoed, saying their experiences were similar.

Of course, everyone varies in detail. For example, one passenger praised that the dessert in the breakfast at a cheap hotel was quite good.

While the sailors regretted that they had not been able to drink the cheap and good Renzi, they opened their mouths one after another and teased the passengers:

"maybe it's not the chicks here who spend the night with you, but big guys like Theodore. Anyway, you're so drunk that you don't know what's going on!"

", touch your buttocks!"

In the hilarious atmosphere, the sailors put up the gangway, raised the sails, and let the passenger ship set sail little by little.

When they crossed a slightly darker sea and returned to the familiar safe waterway, Alfred completely relaxed and smiled at his adjutant and retinue:

"you can mark this place on our map and write down spirits and desserts. Well, girls have their own characteristics."

After sailing for a few more days, the passenger ship finally reached the port of Escoson in Disi Bay along the winding safe channel.

With aristocratic demeanor and blood-melting social instincts, Alfred visited the upper echelons of the nearby military base and shared a wonderful dinner with them.

When he returned to his father's holiday villa here, he was surprised to find that the retinue who had been sent to look for information looked a little pale.

"what's the matter?" Alfred put away his sense of sloppiness.

The retinue suppressed his voice and said:

"General, all the official maps of the kingdom do not mark the port of Utopia."

								Chapter 64 Check-in

Hearing the words of his entourage, Alfred had a feeling that the temperature in the room had plummeted.

The unspeakable coolness soaked into his body, freezing his blood and bone marrow.

When the passenger ship docked at the port of Utopia, he actually envisioned the worst-case scenario-Utopia is the headquarters of a cult, where everyone is a potentially dangerous lunatic.

But now, the truth may be even worse:

Utopia may not exist at all!

At this moment, Alfred was very glad that he was not the aristocratic young master when he left Beckland and had accumulated a wealth of experience and did not really enter Utopia Port.

In the gaze of the adjutant and entourage, the army major general paced up and down calmly and calmly:

"draw up a telegram for me and report the utopia to MI9.

"at the same time, ask the local authorities to take immediate action to contact the captain and ask for a list of people entering the utopian port and, if necessary, visit them one by one to confirm whether there is any problem."

"Yes." His adjutant immediately closed his feet and saluted back.

When the adjutant came out of the study, Alfred said to a retinue:

"bring up the typewriter downstairs. I want to get a detailed report."

His plan is to report the key information by telegram without delaying the initial action, and then reveal more details in the form of classified documents to provide a basis for senior military officials to make judgments.

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On the platform of the steam train, Wendell stepped into the second-class car with his hat in one hand and his suitcase in the other.

He was not yet thirty years old, with dark sideburns and quiet brown eyes, with no memorable features in his appearance, but he had a comfortable temperament.

A few months ago, he was active in the Fineport part of Dixie Bay, where he did a lot of credit, and now he has become an extraordinary member of sequence 7, belonging to MI9 Internal Affairs Operations.

Today, his aim is to send a classified document to Beckland and into the hands of Mr. Director of MI9.

After sitting down, Wendell bought a newspaper from the newsboy outside the window as usual and unfolded it leisurely.

This is a superficial phenomenon, but the truth is that he began to use his extraordinary ability to draw portraits of the passengers around him, remember all aspects of their characteristics, and make meticulous and perfect preparations for accidents that may happen later.

Whoo!

The siren sounded and the steam train clanged along, and the scenery outside the window speeded up one scene after another.

A few hours later, Wendell looked out of the window anxiously, for clouds had piled up in the sky and a storm was about to fall.

This means that the steam train stops at a certain station in advance until the storm is over, or even in the early morning of the next day, rather than arriving at the intended place.

For Wendell, this will cause things to deviate from his expected plan, which will no doubt bring more risks.

However, he could not stop it, and he could not change the weather like the "Poseidon" advertised by the new government of the Rothschild Islands.

The only thing he could do was to pray, pray to the Lord of the Storm.

It turns out that prayer doesn't work most of the time, and when it gets darker and darker, the front platform has already signaled with lights to slow down the train and stop on the spot.

Whoo!

When the siren sounded again, the train became slower and slower and finally stopped on a platform that everyone thought was a little strange.

The next second, near the front of the steam-sprayed train, the mechanical door opened, and the conductor stood at the entrance, shouting to the staff on the platform:

"what's going on up ahead?"

"A torrential rain, you can't see anything!" The staff member of the station, who was already a little white on the sideburns, replied in a loud voice.

As soon as his voice fell, there was a dull thunder in the sky, which made everyone tremble and had a premonition of the coming rainstorm.

"Damn it!" The conductor cursed, "which station is this?"

Because it was an abnormal stop, he didn't know which station it was at present. after all, the trains he was in charge of did not stop at every stop along the way in the past.

"Utopia! A small station! Next, you make your own arrangements! " The clerk shouted a few times and ran to the other end of the platform with a glass lantern. "I have to signal the train behind me!"

The conductor has no doubt about the attitude of the staff, because this is the normal scheduling process, otherwise there will be two steam train workshop rear-end accident.

He could even conclude that other staff at the utopian station were already sending telegrams and reminders to other stations.

Of course, it was only when they received the telegram that they knew that the area ahead had been enveloped by torrential rain.

"Utopia." Wendell repeated the place name in a low voice without finding any useful information in his mind.

Of course, he didn't care too much, because there are many unknown steam train stations throughout the Roon kingdom, which is a reflection of a country's comprehensive strength.

The conductor looked at the dark sky, muttered a few words, and then said to the passengers with the newly equipped loudspeaker:

"the storm is coming and the train will stop at Utopia station until eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

He expects the storm to last until tonight.

"you can stay in the car, or you can leave on your own and go to the city to find a hotel. You only need to provide the ticket stub to get back on the bus tomorrow. Remember to be on time." The conductor gave two choices.

Wendell looked at the passengers in the second class, thought for a few seconds, picked up his suitcase and walked out of the train.

It is not that he cannot accept the difficult and abnormal sleeping environment. As an intelligence officer, he has experienced a lot of hardships. He only relies on professional judgment. Carriages that are not closed enough for personnel flow are not as safe as hotel rooms.

Of course, he can stay up all night, but it is bound to affect his state tomorrow, and it is clear that there is still a long way to go.

When he got out of the utopian station, Wendell got into the cab by the side of the road and said to the coachman:

"go to the city square."

In the kingdom of Roon, there must be a church and at least one hotel near the city square.

"are you going to the hotel, sir?" The coachman asked familiarly as he let the horses turn quietly.

"Hmm." Wendell, who is extraordinary in sequence 7, does not hide it.

In his view, as long as he is in a town within the country, he can easily find a group of helpers based on his own identity, and he is strong enough to support him to do it.

"the best hotel in our utopia is Red Boots. Do you want to go there?" Asked the rickshaw man in an ambiguous tone that men know.

Wendell wouldn't mind enjoying it if he didn't have a task, but now he can only shake his head without hesitation:

"I'd like a quiet hotel."

"well." The rickshaw driver replied with a little disappointment, "then go to the Iris Hotel. No one will bother you."

As the carriage moved on, Wendell looked out of the window and watched what was going on outside.

Perhaps because the rainstorm is coming, the people on the road are in such a hurry that even the newsboy can't keep up his spirits.

"A very small city." Wendell made a preliminary judgment from the lack of public carriages.

He even saw only one trolley carriage, indicating that most parts of Utopia can be reached on foot at the right time.

As he expected, the cab stopped at the door of the Iris hotel in less than ten minutes.

Wendell paid the fare and walked quickly into the hotel before the storm fell.

The crash rang out behind him.

Having checked in and packed his luggage, Wendell took a rest, took the confidential document with him, and went to the restaurant on the first floor for dinner.

He cautiously skipped alcohol and ordered a cup of "sparkling iced tea", which is said to be a local specialty, and served with Fried Spareribs with apple juice.

As an intelligence officer who had been in and out of high society, Wendell did not expect much from the dinner, but the results were somewhat unexpected:

The pork chop was fresh and juicy and full-bodied, while the apple juice poured on it had a slightly sour taste and eliminated most of the greasiness. Sparkling iced tea had a refreshing feeling and was particularly delicious.

When he checked out, Wendell nodded to the medium-sized waiter and said:

"Thank the chef for letting me have this wonderful dinner."

The ordinary-looking waiter smiled and replied:

"No problem.

"our Iris cooks are the best in the whole utopian city."

Instead of chatting, Wendell quickly returned to his room and made some arrangements to prevent others from sneaking in.

Then he fell asleep without hesitation.

He will be relatively safe, potential enemies think it is not appropriate to carry out the operation of the period of time to sleep, the night "empty".

I don't know how long later, Wendell was suddenly awakened by a fierce noise.

He glanced at his watch and found that it was not early in the morning.

In the next room. A woman's voice. A man's voice. Wendell sat up, listening and distinguishing carefully.

At first, he suspected that the man and woman were flirting, but then he found that it was so intense that some fragile objects were even thrown on the wall.

A quarrel leads to a fight? Wendell had hardly muttered a word when he heard the shouts, curses and screams of women.

Beat up a woman? As a Roon gentleman, although Wendell believes in the "Lord of the Storm" and discriminates against women openly and secretly, this does not prevent him from believing that men should not use violence against women.

After thinking about it for two seconds, he decided to knock on the door and remind the neighbor to pay attention.

Just then, a scream came.

This is obviously from a male!

Bang, something heavy fell on the floor.

Wendell's eyebrows twitched and he keenly sensed the smell of criminal cases.

He stood up, put on his coat, went to the next room, bent his fingers and knocked twice.

A few seconds later, the door opened with a squeak, and a beautiful lady with green eyes and linen hair appeared in front of Wendell.

Her hair was dishevelled and her face was pale, her light green clothes were dotted with bright red blood, and she carried a dagger dripping blood in her hand.

After curling her lips for a while, the young lady in her early twenties said in a somniloquy tone:

"I killed someone."

								Chapter 65—Help others

Wendell was no stranger to the woman, who was not frightened, but calmly let the woman look over the door and into the room.

He immediately saw a man lying on the floor and saw a red blood on his chest.

"are you sure you're dead?" Wendell calmly asked a question.

The young lady in her twenties was at a loss at first, and then replied with uncertainty:

"it should be. I don't know. "

"if it can be saved, it needs to be sent to the hospital immediately." Wendell sounded like he was talking to the patient's family, not a murderer.

The lady holding the blood dagger subconsciously turned to her side and got out of the way.

Wendell walked a few steps closer to the victim.

He did not need to squat down, but glanced at him and judged from the signs:

"indeed he is dead."

A woman in her twenties with long linen hair with slightly messy hair did not show any obvious change in expression. She looked down at her tiptoes and said:

"call the police."

"what do you call it?" Wendell had heard the sound of hasty footsteps on the stairs.

Obviously, it was the waiter or the innkeeper who heard the scream and came up to check the movement.

"Trish." The wild and pure lady replied in a low voice.

She then fell into her own world and didn't say another word.

Wendell was about to say something when the innkeeper who had checked in for him rushed to the door.

"Goddess!" After seeing the situation in the room clearly, the elderly man could not help shouting.

Wendell pressed his right hand down, motioned to the other party to calm down, and then said:

"you go to the police at once, and I'll keep an eye on it."

There was a sense of trust and obedience in his words, and the innkeeper immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

For Wendell, it was only out of the habit of a gentleman to check the movement at first, but there was no idea of deep involvement at all. after all, he was still charged with the task. but Miss Tracy's dazed, detached, cold manner made him feel some pity. This is the normal reaction of a man.

He looked around and said as if he were talking to the air:

"not all people will be sentenced to heavy duty. There are many kinds of situations."

Trish slowly raised her head and turned her eyes to the gentleman.

There was some inexplicable brilliance in her seemingly dead and confused eyes.

Wendell looked at her bruised face:

"did he beat you?"

"Hmm." The other party seemed to have some authority, so that Trish, who wanted to remain silent, finally gave an answer.

Wendell looked down and fell on the dagger that was no longer dripping blood:

"did you bring it here, or did he?"

Trish responded slightly slowly:

"him."

Wendell nodded slightly and said:

"self-defense is in line with the law, and I can prove to the police that you had a fierce quarrel and there was a fight, and it is clear that men have a natural advantage in this respect. I'm not discriminating against women, but that's what science and experience tell us. "

He paused and asked:

"what on earth is the relationship between you and what happened?"

Trish's eyes moved and recovered from the state of deep autism and withdrawal from reality.

It was as if she was answering a question from the policeman, and she said with a little hope and sadness in her eyes:

"I am, oh, I am his mistress."

At this point, there was a self-deprecating smile on Trish's face:

"I used to be an ugly woman chasing money to lose her mind. Not long after leaving grammar school, I was seduced by him to become his mistress.

"he gave me a hotel and told me to stay there and wait for him to come or summon every week.

"I gradually lost interest in this kind of life. I became more and more depressed and self-abased. I wanted to give everything back to him and get rid of him completely, but he didn't agree. He threatened me in various ways and wouldn't let me leave him. Our last few meetings were spent in quarrels.

"just now, he said that there was only one way to leave him, and that was death, and then he beat me and took out the dagger. Later, you know what happened later."

Mistress. Wendell glanced at Trish's face regretfully and regretfully.

"the traces at the scene also preliminarily prove the development of the matter."

He thought Trish and the deceased were husband and wife, but the relationship was worse than he thought.

Trish nodded her head and said:

"Thank you."

She did not speak again until the utopian police arrived, broke the silence, took the initiative to raise her hands and accepted the handcuffs.

Wendell looked at Trish's slightly stumbling pace and said to the policeman:

"first take her for an injury examination, deal with the injury, and avoid accidents."

The police didn't know why they were listening to a witness. Anyway, they took Trish and Wendell to the small hospital in town in spite of the heavy rain.

Because Trish is female, Wendell and two police officers waited in the hospital corridor and did not follow.

As time went by, Wendell saw a pregnant woman being rushed to the delivery room. There seemed to be something wrong and needed surgical help.

After a while, he heard the baby crying, which was the announcement of a new life coming into the world, and Trish just came out.

"do you feel it? The beauty of life. " Wendell said a word to Trish earnestly.

Trish listened to the baby crying in the sound of wind and rain, and her expression was obviously touched.

Her face had been wiped and looked plain.

After a few seconds, Trish came to herself, nodded to Wendell, and said again:

"Thank you."

This time, she is no longer so dull, dull and autistic.

Wendell secretly breathed a sigh of relief and went to the police station to take a statement.

Having done what he had to do, Wendell went to the street and was ready to take the cab back to the Iris Hotel.

However, in this stormy night, not a pedestrian or a carriage could be seen on the road.

"that's the downside of a small town. It's not convenient enough." Wendell whispered, stretched out the umbrella he had brought when he went out, identified the direction, and made his way back to the Iris Hotel.

As a former "sheriff", he has a mystical memory of the route he has taken and does not worry about getting lost in a strange town.

At this time, the torrential rain has been much smaller, but the wind is still raging, they blew past, with Rain Water, slapped diagonally on Wendell.

This caused Wendell to raise his right hand and block it between his chest and abdomen.

The confidential document is hidden on the inside of the clothes in that location.

Wendell keeps the documents close to himself even when he sleeps, and keeps them from himself. For this reason, he has formed the habit of not turning over after falling asleep as long as he is warned in advance.

Utopia is a small town. Wendell walked for almost a quarter of an hour before he saw the Iris Hotel. At this time, his top hat and clothes were drenched by the strong wind.

This made him a little worried that the confidential document was infiltrated by water and damaged.

Strictly speaking, I have broken the rules of duty, but how can I not help in the face of a lady like that? This is the cultivation of a gentleman. Wendell felt a little chagrined, but he didn't regret it at all.

As soon as he entered the room, he took off his coat, took out the document and put it on the table.

There are obvious signs of infiltration in the paper bag outside the document, and it seems that if you touch it hard in several places, it will break.

Wendell immediately rang the bell, called the waiter and asked him for a coal stove, hoping to raise the temperature of the room and speed up the air-drying of the sealed bag.

In the process of waiting, he found that there was no sense of stillness in the middle of the night, as if the previous screams and the visits of the police had awakened the residents and nearby residents and had not yet gone back to sleep.

The howling wind abated a lot, and Wendell heard the cries of children, the quarrels of husband and wife, the sound of sawing wood violins, intermittent sobs, footsteps walking back and forth upstairs, and discussion that sometimes suppressed his voice and forgot to control it.

He did not feel sorry for the scene full of life, but felt that they were noisy and made it impossible for him to calm down.

After a while, the waiter brought the coal stove with charcoal fire.

Wendell relaxed a little and asked casually:

"do you know that Miss Tracy just now?"

The thin waiter shook his head:

"No."

He then added:

"I heard that she was indeed a local, but I had been living in a plantation outside the city until this year."

"what do you know about her?" Wendell asked subconsciously.

"she comes to our hotel three or five times a month with the dead man." The waiter suddenly sighed. "she's not happy at all."

Wendell was silent for a few seconds, sent the waiter away and sat back at the table.

As time went by, the bags outside the confidential documents gradually dried up.

At this time, the interior and outside of the hotel had become relatively quiet, except for the ticking sound of Rain Water's landing and the wind of the windows occasionally reverberating.

The energetic Wendell recalled what had happened before, sighed for Miss Trish's life, picked up the file bag and turned it over.

Just then, he found that there was a little damage in the lower part of the paper bag, revealing vaguely the paper inside.

Wendell frowned, knowing that he was going to be punished.

Of course, the punishment will not be too heavy, because if the confidentiality requirements of the documents are high enough, he will not be escorted alone.

Wendell had intended to maintain his current state and show the damage to the receiver, but with a glance, he saw a word on the document through the hole:

Utopia.

Wendell's spirit tightened and he felt that the wind and rain outside suddenly stopped.

								Chapter 66—Fear of Midnight

"Why do the secret documents of the escort mention Utopia?

"what's so special about this place?

"."

One thought after another flashed through Wendell's mind, and there seemed to be a buzzing sound in his ear.

At this moment, he had the feeling that he had just relaxed after using his brain too much, as if he were going to be ill.

Wendell quickly forced himself to calm down, reflected on his experiences after coming to Utopia and found that there was nothing wrong with the details of everything, which could be encountered in daily life.

The only thing that worried him was that his arrival was too coincidental:

It is common for steam trains to stop temporarily due to storms, but it is no coincidence that the station he stops at has something to do with the confidential documents in his hands.

Wendell stared calmly at the secret document on the desk, hesitating to take it apart.

Maybe it just mentioned a "utopia" by the way, and my behavior will seriously violate internal discipline. Maybe this is the report of an intelligence officer after secretly investigating "utopia". The contents will determine whether I live or die to some extent. After struggling for a while, Wendell looked out of the window at the deep night and extended his hand to the document.

Only when you are alive can you consider whether to be punished or not.

Wendell, who had made up his mind, quickly opened the paper bag on the outside and flipped through the machine-typed documents inside.

As he read, his hands trembled slightly, and he felt a chill in his back, which could not even save the stove burning coal.

No matter which way he interprets it, the confidential report in his hand shows that there is something wrong with Utopia and the whole town.

This may not be a town that exists in the real world!

Wendell had a dry mouth, as if he heard death dragging a sickle, slowly approaching his footsteps.

He was instinctively about to get up, but in the end he controlled himself without blindly reacting violently.

This was because he felt pair after pair of eyes staring at him in the darkness outside the window, in the upstairs room, in the hallway by the door.

What shall I do? So far, nothing unusual has happened. This shows that if you don't know anything, it is possible to greet the dawn safely. I have read a lot of data that show that I am aware of the strange surroundings, which will only lead to an early outbreak of danger. However, we can't do nothing and pin our fate on luck. Wendell recalled the dangers he had experienced before and quickly made up his mind.

He is going to return to the steam train immediately and break away from Utopia to some extent.

At least most of them are normal people, and the city is full of danger.

Of course, Wendell couldn't just rush back like this. he had to act normal enough to look as if he had left the hotel in the middle of the night and returned to the steam train station for some other reason.

In the midst of thoughts, Wendell put away the secret report, stood up calmly, put on his coat and hat.

Then, with his suitcase in one hand and his umbrella in the other, he walked calmly to the door and twisted the handle.

At this time, the corridor was dark, and there were only a few gas wall lamps on each side that were not bright enough, adding a bit of human flavor to the quiet environment where a sewing needle could be heard on the ground.

The wooden floor creaked slightly as Wendell entered the hallway, which was so obvious in the cold and silent night that it spread far away.

With a slight frown, Wendell stepped forward as usual, near the staircase in the middle of the corridor.

He walked without scruples and had no sense of hiding at all.

Seeing the stairs getting closer and closer, there was a sudden squeak behind him.

"where are you going, sir?" A slightly intermittent male voice immediately passed into Wendell's ear.

Wendell's body froze. He turned slowly back and saw the wooden door of the "service room" open. A waiter came out and stood in the shadow of the door.

He quickly smiled and said calmly:

"I left something important on the steam train. I was afraid it would be taken away, so I had to go back now."

At this point, he whispered a complaint:

"there's been a murder at the hotel. I don't want to stay here anymore. I can't sleep at all."

"I'm sorry." The waiter stooped slightly and responded.

"I won't make it public." Wendell nodded and promised, but stopped and walked back to the stairs.

Perhaps because of the dim light at night, he walked very carefully, and every step seemed to be on the edge of a cliff.

One step, two steps, three steps. Wendell, who had been wary of the waiter behind him, finally returned to the first floor.

At this time, no one exists in the hotel lobby, and all the items are hidden in the dark, illuminated by a little light from the outside, just like a monster that only chooses people to eat.

Wendell looked ahead, walked through the gloomy hall and reached the door.

As soon as he pushed the door out, he heard a sound behind him, which was like a mouse moving, as if someone was walking very gently close to this side.

Wendell felt numb in the back of his head, but he resisted the impulse to run away and looked up at the sky where the rain had stopped.

Then he took a breath of the cold air, pointed his way, and went to the steam train station.

His pace gradually quickened, as if he was a little afraid of the night and couldn't wait to finish the trip.

As he walked, Wendell saw a sign out of the corner of his eye:

Utopia Telegraph office.

The Telegraph office. Maybe you can try to sneak in and send an urgent telegram to the Beckland headquarters and the Essex military base respectively, so that you can look forward to the rescue of the demigod. If I'm really stuck here and can't leave, it's the only way to save myself. Wendell changed his mind, walked a few steps without a trace, and came to the door of the utopian Telegraph office.

Instead of looking for a place to sneak in, he concentrated and listened to the movements inside.

Then he heard the intermittent, heavier sound of breathing.

This makes Wendell sometimes feel that there is no one inside, and sometimes think that there is more than one person.

Suddenly, the breathing stopped completely.

At this moment, all the hairs on Wendell stood up.

His intuition told him that behind the door of the Telegraph office, youdao stood there quietly!

Without hesitation, Wendell immediately gave up the idea of sending a telegram, crossed the gate and moved on.

During the rest of the journey, even a gust of wind made Wendell tremble, afraid of the unknown danger.

In this way, time passed in Wendell's torment, and at last he returned to the steam station and saw that the door was closed and inaccessible.

This did not defeat Wendell, who first handed the umbrella to the left hand of the luggage, then went around to the side, found a fence, pressed the palm of his hand, rose into the air and flipped over easily.

After landing steadily on his feet, Wendell breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly to the platform in front of him.

Just then, there was a faint sound of footsteps behind him.

"what are you doing here?" Then a deep, dull voice sounded.

Wendell clasped his toes and broke out in a cold sweat behind his back.

He did not hesitate, and while he was always ready to do it, he turned his body slightly stiffly to the rear.

The first thing that caught his eye was a classical glass lantern, followed by the previous platform worker.

Wendell exhaled and said a little bitterly:

"such a night, such an environment, is not suitable to appear in this way.

"as a gentleman, you should try your best not to frighten others."

"I am not a gentleman." The platform worker did not respond very amicably.

Wendell pointed to the corner of the platform:

"I'm going to the bathroom."

He had already observed the environment and layout of the platform.

"then why are you here?" The staff member pursued.

"I'm lost." Wendell replied succinctly.

Then, ignoring each other, he walked step by step to the platform bathroom.

Behind him, the staff member watched silently and did not speak.

This put a lot of psychological pressure on Wendell, but he kept his pace very well.

In the bathroom, under the light of the gas wall lamp, Wendell took nearly a minute to relieve the tension and succeeded in urinating.

Back on the steam train and looking at the passengers lying back in different positions, Wendell finally found a little bit of sense of security.

He stayed up for the next few hours, preoccupied with accidents.

Just as Wendell became insensitive to the passage of time, the sky lit up and dispelled the darkness.

Within the next two hours, passengers to Utopia returned one after another, some bought a bottle of famous local red wine, others looked haggard, had a hangover or had been beaten up.

Wendell was wary of them, but could not detect anomalies in the details.

Whoo!

Finally, the siren sounded and the steam train turned heavily and slowly.

Amid the sound of a clang, the train left the utopian station.

After that, they experienced another gloom, but fortunately, there was no storm, and the sun soon pierced the clouds and lit up the earth.

For Wendell, it was all normal, ever since he arrived in Utopia last night-he certainly didn't think there would be anything wrong with Utopia had it not been for the secret report hidden in his arms.

When the steam train arrived at the next and familiar station, Wendell finally relaxed, his head ached one after another, and there was a feeling of excessive energy consumption.

At this time, he quickly reviewed his experience in Utopia.

In retrospect, Wendell's body suddenly sat up straight:

When he excused himself to go to the bathroom last night, he was carrying a suitcase and an umbrella. He didn't look like a temporary passenger in a steam train.

And the platform staff unexpectedly did not find this, that is to say, has been found, but for unknown purposes did not expose!

										Chapter 67: Appearance

Huo ran, Wendell's back muscles completely tightened up, showing a state of imminent explosion.

He was frightened and suspicious, and several guesses flashed through his mind:

"the residents of Utopia are monsters in human skin, which usually seem normal, but whenever they encounter a logical blind spot, they will show a different side from ordinary people and ignore the obvious problems.

"or is it that the platform worker has found out that I am lying, only that he is unwilling to deal with me, so he pretends not to see me and let me go? And why is that?

"well, carrying a suitcase to the platform bathroom can be explained by the fear of losing luggage, but the whole platform is covered, so there is no need to take out the umbrella in advance, and the rain has long stopped."

Wendell looked consciously out of the window and saw the sun shining brightly on the current platform, and one passenger after another waited behind the cordon in an orderly manner, quite different from the gloomy feeling of utopia.

Call. He exhaled and suddenly relaxed.

This is not a utopia. I've already left. Wendell muttered to himself as he raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

When he recalled his omission just now, it was as if he had fallen into a nightmare that he could never wake up.

After a pause, Wendell stood up and decided to smoke a cigarette on the platform to ease his mood.

Tobacco comforted him well and made him look back on his experiences in Utopia again.

In the process, he had an inspiration for his experience:

"maybe it was because I sincerely helped Trish that the platform worker deliberately ignored my problem and let me go?"

Wendell is more willing to accept this explanation than the residents of the whole utopia are monsters in human skin.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the conductor talking to a group of people in the corner.

Wendell leaned over a few steps without a trace, wanting to hear what they were saying.

With the help of hearing beyond normal people, he vaguely heard a conversation from a distance that did not arouse suspicion:

"We last night. Platform. Utopia. "

"the kingdom. No. "

"Please keep it a secret."

Wendell's eyebrows moved slightly, and combined with the description of the document in his arms, he probably understood what the group was saying to the conductor.

They are saying that there is no utopia in the kingdom, and last night the steam train was "missing"!

At this moment, Wendell once again emerged a strong feeling of fear, only to be alive to leave Utopia is the greatest luck.

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It took Alfred nearly a week to return to Beckland from Port Escoson.

This is because along the way he visited the family of the deceased comrade-in-arms, former friends, elders on vacation in the enfeoffment land, and some of the family's partners.

"it's more exhausting than fighting." Alfred complained to his father, count Hall.

Count Hall smiled and pointed to the staircase:

"go back to your room and have a rest, and we'll talk later in the study."

He is quite satisfied with the mental state and growth progress of the second son.

Alfred looked around and asked with a smile:

"where is Beckland's most dazzling gem?"

He paused and added:

"and where's Hibbert?"

Count Hall smiled and said:

Audrey went to her foundation and came back in the afternoon. She kept complaining that you couldn't provide a definite itinerary, making it impossible for her to know exactly when you would arrive.

"Hibbert is now a cabinet secretary and is very busy."

Alfred nodded, said nothing more, went back to his room and took a bath and changed into a shirt, vest and formal suit.

"I prefer the casual style of Dongbailang." He looked in the mirror and smiled at his adjutant.

"in this way, you are more aristocratic." His adjutant said as he handed over the papers in his hand, "General, this is from MI9."

"MI9?" Alfred broke the seal of the bag thoughtfully. "is there a utopian investigation so soon?"

Before he had finished his words, he had already pulled out the papers and began to read them with a clatter.

In the process, Alfred turned the page more and more slowly, and in the end, he went straight back to the beginning and read it again.

The main content of this survey report is divided into two parts:

One is that members of MI9 escorting Alfred's report strayed into utopia, witnessed a murder, forcibly broke away in the middle of the night and returned to the steam train; second, there is no utopia on all train lines from Deasy Bay to Beckland, and there is no utopia port in the raging sea, and follow-up investigators found no trace.

Neither situation was more than Alfred could bear, and what surprised and astonished him was the criminal of the murder:

Her name is Trish, a hotel owner who received secondary education and graduated from a grammar school. After that, she became the mistress of a businessman and recently tried to get rid of that identity.

This is quite consistent with the port innkeeper Trish that Alfred met, and every detail coincides with it.

So Alfred judged that the culprit of the murder was Trish, the beauty who had been educated to play sad music at night.

"is that the story behind her?" Alfred said to himself silently.

This made the residents of that utopia look so real that it was not just an illusion as Alfred had expected.

In other words, when outsiders leave, the residents of Utopia still have their own lives, love, hatred, pain and sadness, and a variety of experiences.

Except that Utopia does not seem to exist in the real world, it is similar to an ordinary town in the kingdom of Roon.

Maybe Utopia is real, everyone there is real, but if you want to get there, you must be in the right place at the right time. Alfred bowed his head and put away the investigation report fed back by MI9 with emotion.

As far as he is concerned, the matter is over here, and he has no idea of digging into it at all.

You know, in the southern mainland, there are numerous strange things and phenomena. If you are too curious, it will only bring you more danger than you can imagine.

Tidying up his clothes and mood, Alfred went outside his father's study and knocked on the embossed door.

"Please come in." The voice of count Hall came out.

Alfred cut his blond hair, pushed the door in, and sat down.

Count Hall smiled at him and said:

"already a man."

"No one would say such a thing to a man." Alfred replied unrestrained.

"in my heart, you are still the teenager who is a little rebellious." Count Hall smiled and said, "are you already extraordinary in sequence 5?"

Alfred replied with a pun:

"Yes, I am already a real knight."

Count Hall nodded and sighed suddenly:

"you must have been through a lot of pain.

"as far as I know, no matter the potion or the war, it will bring serious harm to people, from the body to the mind."

"there will be a lot of pain in everyone's life." Alfred said with a sigh.

He used Rooney euphemism.

After a pause, he added:

"I am in better shape than I was when I left Beckland. As long as you have mastered the method, at my level, you don't need to worry too much about the crazy impact. "

Count Hall stopped mentioning the matter and said:

"your sister has become extraordinary, too."

"Hmm?" Alfred was surprised at first, then remembered something and said with a little chagrin, "I thought she really just changed her hobby."

"it seems that Audrey has your help in her adventures." "I want you to talk to her and tell her how dangerous, crazy and painful it is to sequence potions, and keep her at the current level," said count Hall. "

Alfred replied without hesitation:

"I'll do it."

In the evening, it belongs to Audrey's little study.

"Alfred, what can I do for you?" Audrey, who had changed into home clothes, led Susie and opened the door for her brother.

She has been waiting for her brother here for several minutes.

"I want to remind you of something." Alfred went into the study and pulled up a chair to sit down.

Audrey smiled and pointed to the big golden dog and said:

"do you need to let Susie out?"

After looking at the big golden dog with human eyes crouched beside him, Alfred could not help laughing:

"it's not necessary. I don't think it will eavesdrop on our conversation."

"she." Audrey made a casual correction.

When the aristocratic maiden sat opposite, Alfred sighed from the bottom of his heart:

Not seen for several years, my sister has been completely out of the childishness, regardless of appearance, or temperament, have reached the degree of admiration, is no longer the little girl in the past.

Alfred looked back and asked casually:

"I hear you've become extraordinary?"

"Hmm." Audrey nodded calmly.

Alfred had intended to ask what the sequence was, but after thinking about it and feeling that it was too direct and easy to cause rebellion, Alfred thought about the language and said:

"you must be an extraordinary person in the 'audience' way, aren't you? Colorful lizards have similar abilities. "

The colorful lizard dragon was a gift from Alfred to his sister.

When Audrey replied in the affirmative, Alfred asked jokingly:

"can you do therapy in the field of psychology now? The vast majority of extraordinary people, including me, need help in this regard. Well, I forgot to tell you that I am already the 'arbitrator' approach of sequence 5 'discipline knights'. "

Audrey pursed her lower lip and smiled and said:

"I am a qualified psychiatrist and have received professional training. You can verify this with your father and mother."

It's already sequence 7. Alfred's expression gradually became serious:

"Audrey, there's something I need to remind you. Potions bring more than power."

At this point, he paused to observe his sister's reaction and found that Audrey was not impatient at all and listened attentively.

"there is madness in every potion, which can cause it to get out of control. I've seen something like this before, more than once. They happen to my enemies and to my friends, and no group can be exempted. " Alfred talked in detail about the dangers of potions in the light of his experiences in East Byron.

In the process, he found that not only his sister Audrey listened attentively, but also Susie, a big golden-haired dog, was very quiet.

							Chapter 68 The Moon Night

The office building of MI9, located on Belotto Street in the West, is an inconspicuous three-story building.

Its doorway does not have any sign to identify itself, but simply hangs a house number:

"9"

The core part of this office building is underground, and the top is mainly civilian staff. of course, most of the extraordinary people belonging to MI9 are fine and will not go underground, where the environment is not good and the atmosphere is depressed. accidents may occur because of improper seal management at any time.

Hugh has currently served as deputy head of the Internal Security and counter-espionage Unit, directly managing a not-so-small team of extraordinary people responsible for handling espionage cases related to Intis in the Beckland region.

"there's a mission here." Her immediate boss, Lieutenant General Pantke, deputy director of MI9 and head of the Internal Security and counter-espionage Unit, picked up a document and handed it to the other side of his desk.

"is it urgent?" Hugh reached out and took it and asked cautiously.

Lieutenant General Pantack, a typical old man with a serious hairline retreat, picked up his white-glazed porcelain coffee cup and took a sip:

"it's not urgent, it's low risk.

"in fact, the task will be distributed to all members in the hope that someone will finish it by luck."

This description was somewhat unexpected, but instead of opening the file bag on the spot, she responded directly:

"I will tell my team members."

Out of Lieutenant General Pantack's office, Hugh returned to his own room.

When she threw her body into the seat, the whole person seemed to be hidden.

After a quick glance at the document in hand, Hugh got a general idea of why the Deputy Director said that:

The utopia that needs to be investigated does not seem to be anywhere in the north and south continents, nor on the known islands of the five seas.

In the past two weeks, many people have entered the so-called utopia, but they have entered in very different ways and places: some in the area of the raging Sea on the Sea of Sonia, arriving in a terrible storm, some in the middle of the railway from Dixie Bay to Beckland, mistakenly stopped in that city due to heavy rain, and some in West Villa County, because they got lost.

So far, no one has been hurt or mentally affected by entering Utopia. No wonder Deputy Director Pantek said the risk was very low. In addition, the current case can not sum up the law, it is difficult to find the true location of Utopia, and it is impossible to send people to enter and investigate, um. Indeed, we can only tell all the members the details of the matter, hoping that some of them can gather some information cautiously and covertly after arriving in Utopia by accident. Hugh put down the papers in his hand and stood up with a little regret, ready to report the matter to the extraordinary people of his subordinates.

She regretted that the task was so difficult to complete that there was little hope, which made it impossible for her to accumulate any further exploits.

Over the past six months, in order to cope with the doomsday in the forecast, Hugh has been very busy every day, dealing with the affairs of MI9 while accomplishing various tasks given by Mr. "Fool", thus accumulating contributions on both sides. to prepare for the exchange of the potion formula and extraordinary characteristics of the "Law Master" to realize the desire to become a demigod.

So far, Hugh is still a little short of both, especially within MI9. If there is no major contribution, Hugh can't see any hope at all.

If not for getting a generous salary in MI9, enjoying all kinds of benefits, and relying on status and identity to occupy a lot of information, so as to help himself accomplish the task given by Mr. "Fool", Hugh would like to resign directly and be a bounty hunter again, then time will be freer.

You can ask about the case at the next Tarot meeting. Maybe Mr. World will have some clues. As Hugh thought, he pushed open the door of the room where the team members lived.

After explaining the task of Utopia, Hugh specially told him:

"if the situation is wrong, even if you have the opportunity to enter Utopia, you can just give up. The town that doesn't know whether it's true or not is not harmful, maybe it's just because it's not stimulated. "

After being busy for a while, Hugh finally finished his day's hard work and got home before 07:30 to have dinner with his mother, brother and Forrest and enjoy a limited amount of relaxation.

In the early hours of the morning, when she had finished washing, she went to the bedroom window and pinched the curtain, ready to close it.

In the process, Xiu naturally looked out and found that the scarlet moon in the sky had become round and bigger at some point, and the color was obviously deepened, like flowing blood.

"Blood Moon". Hugh suddenly turned his head and looked next door with concern, worried about the state of his friends.

However, she soon remembered that Forth was already a demigod of sequence 4 and was no longer afraid of the influence of "full moon raving".

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In the next room, Forrest was lying on the bed, admiring the Blood Moon outside the window, enduring the pain of a needle in his head, listening to Mr. door:

"although sequence 3 to sequence 2, an incomplete mythological creature to a real mythological creature, is indeed a qualitative change, I think sequence 4 to sequence 3 also has a qualitative change to some extent, and it can even be said that sequence 3 is the best level of extraordinary pathways.

"at this level, you don't need to rely on external forces to resist the tendency to be crazy and out of control, you don't have to suffer all the time, you also have an extraordinary ability that is completely beyond ordinary people, more like God than man, and you can harvest anchors in a small amount. Further stabilize your mental state.

"if the life of most sequence 3 is not long enough to live to be over 500 years old, I don't think many saints have the motivation to be promoted to angels."

"mm-hmm." Forrest nodded again and again, saying that he knew it.

At the same time, she yawned rather covertly with a slight twitch in her forehead.

She has got used to the pain of talking directly to Mr. door.

Mr. door continued:

"the sequence 3 of the 'apprentice' pathway is called 'rover', which means that the spirit world can no longer trap you, you can enter the starry sky, travel through the astral world, go to different planets, and see the real stillness, the real desolation, the real grandeur, and a civilization that is completely different from the local civilization.

"only by experiencing this first-hand can you know how small the world you live in is."

Mr. "door" briefly talked about his own experience, in order to show the majesty and magnificence of the starry sky, and the magnificence and charm of different civilizations.

This fascinated Forrest, and if it were not for the tingling in her head, she would have forgotten that the narrator was a dangerous angel king.

"as long as you help me out, I will give you the potion formula and special features of the rover, and help you complete the ceremony, which, of course, can be paid in advance." At the end of "full moon raving", Mr. "door" once again made a promise.

"it's really something to look forward to." Forrest exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.

When Mr. door's voice faded away and disappeared, Forrest jerked off the pillow at his waist and lay down.

In less than three minutes, she fell asleep with peace of mind.

For her, the vast starry sky is indeed full of charm, but there is also a danger that it will be polluted just by understanding, and she has no motivation to explore at all.

"We'll think about it after traveling to all the places in the north and south continents and the five major oceans." In his sleep, Forrest spoke to himself almost silently.

At this time, the blood-red moon outside the window had already faded, returned to a lighter scarlet, and became incomplete.

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A huge full blood moon hung on the edge of the cliff, illuminating the swamp below.

The swamp was dark red, bubbling constantly, and there seemed to be magma cooking everything at the bottom.

At first glance, the swamp has no boundary at all, like a vast ocean.

Pop!

A stone fell from the edge of the cliff and fell into the swamp.

The next second, a bubble appeared and broke silently, giving birth to a baby covered in blood.

The baby staggered and swam close to the cliff in an attempt to climb up.

Pop!

Emlin. The stone at White's feet was broken and he fell off a cliff and into a swamp.

The blood count suddenly woke up from his dream and looked around with fear and blankness.

When he was sure that this was his room, surrounded by large and small, unusually familiar dolls, Emlin exhaled slowly and said to himself with a rather solemn expression:

"the dream just now was not simple."

As a "witch king", he knows enough about the field of dreams.

Is this the so-called "apocalypse"? But I didn't get anything. Emlin thought for dozens of seconds, couldn't find the answer, and then decided to leave the question alone, ready to have time to ask Father Utravsky.

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Faded from the blood red, the moon is no longer perfect and shines the garden of the wave church in a haze.

Alger reached out and caught the note "sent" by the wind and glanced at it:

"Verdu is looking for a pirate ship or a smuggling ship to Bansi."

-- Bansi Port has not yet been rebuilt, there are no passenger ships going there, and Verdu, who cherishes the opportunity of "transmission", can only rely on unconventional methods.

To Bancey? Alger frowned at once.

He knew exactly what Bansy meant, but he had no idea why Verdu wanted to go to Bansi.

There should be nothing there!

No, even if the church flattened Bensi, there was still a certain degree of abnormality, and the church did not find out what problems Bensi was hiding. As a cardinal, Alger is entitled to access some classified documents, including records of the actions taken by Storm Church against Bensi.

In addition, he also learned from Mr. Fool and the World German. We know more from Sparrow.

After thinking about it, Alger quickly made up his mind and was ready to ask his shadow guard to arrange a pirate ship for Verdu.

In this respect, Alger knows a lot of key people who don't need to come forward or in their own name at all.

Of course, in the Rothschild Islands, a smuggling ship is often equivalent to a pirate ship.

							Chapter 69 "I"

I sat in a chair at the police station and watched the two men in black and white checkered uniforms open their mouths alternately as if they were saying something.

The one on the left looks indifferent and seems to have seen too much misfortune, while the one on the right is still a little green, with a little pity in his eyes.

I did not feel pain, nor did I regret that I had been stabbed. At that moment, I even felt relieved, and the warm blood sprayed on me was like the redemption given by the gods.

I only regret why I chased money so feverishly when I was young, at the expense of dignity, body and freedom.

In the past few days at the police station, I have been at peace enough to think deeply about this problem, more thoroughly than I have thought for many years:

Not strong-willed and immature enough are the root causes of that mistake, but that doesn't mean they're all.

Ever since I was a child, I have been taught that hard work and hard work is for big houses, well-lit floor-to-ceiling windows, more than three servants, their own garden lawn, silver or gold-encrusted cutlery, dinners full of delicacies, dances echoing with melodious music, and so on.

The newspapers and magazines I have read have also told me again and again that only with enough dignity can we be called the middle class, the pillar of this kingdom, elegant, excellent, unvulgar, moral, compassionate and knowledgeable at the same time.

At the same time, they also told me what is decent, decent is a beautiful dress, that is, clothes matched according to different occasions, that is, expensive skin care products, cosmetics, exquisite and fashionable ladies' handbags, a concert, a meal of afternoon tea, a party full of style.

And all this translates into pounds, pounds, and pounds.

It must be admitted that it is everyone's instinct to pursue a better life, but when all aspects of a girl's access are told to her, when the mainstream trend of thought in the whole society is decency, delicacy and elegance, it's hard not to be influenced.

I don't know what this phenomenon is called. All I know is that if all this doesn't change, tragedies like mine are bound to continue to occur, more and more.

And at that time, someone is bound to scold:

"look, these girls who worship money, they have sold their souls!"

Subconsciously, I looked out of the window, saw the beautiful and prosperous world, and saw the bright red blood flowing in this world.

"Miss Trish, are you listening to us?" A voice pulled back my thoughts, from the somewhat green policeman.

I smiled at him without telling him that I was thinking about some philosophical questions.

It's ridiculous that a money-worshiping girl who sells her soul should think about such a boring thing when questioned by a police officer.

The policeman nodded and said to me:

"Miss Trish, next you will be ready to go to court, and we will arrange for a lawyer for you.

"I'm sorry, but there's no witness left, only a statement, which is very bad for you."

"it doesn't matter." I said to him calmly.

I will try my best to defend myself, and I will freely repent for the crimes I have committed. I only hope that I can have a new life in the future.

I thought for a moment, raised the corners of my mouth and said to the two police officers:

"while waiting for court, could you borrow some books from the library for me?

"well," the social trend of thought and the phenomenon of education. "

At this moment, I saw that the two police officers were a little confused and a little, um, amazing.

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Sitting at the bottom of the long mottled table, I heard Miss trial talking about Utopia.

When she finished, I looked around and said in a low voice:

"it's a ritual."

Unexpectedly, I saw a certain solidification in Miss trial's eyes, and I felt that Mr. "upside down" and "Miss Justice" all looked over, with a hint of speculation.

At this moment, I seem to be able to guess what they are thinking:

They will surely suspect that this is the "world" German. Sparrow's sequence 1 ritual, and they have long used the internal communication of the Tarot Society to know that in the case of sequence 0 true gods, sequence 1 cannot exist.

I am ready to explain this, which is to let them think of the ancient sun god and his king of the eight archangels.

Unfortunately, no one asks questions, and they may have associated themselves with the kings of angels, or they may think that the rituals involved in utopia are mainly to help the "fool" to further revive.

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I looked at the beautiful girl who was quiet and entranced. I thought about it and asked:

"Miss Trish, where do your parents live?"

"they have passed away." The beautiful girl whose soul no longer belongs here replied in a somewhat erratic voice.

I bowed my head and wrote:

"do you have any other relatives?"

The girl turned to look out of the window and casually replied:

"No."

My colleague and I looked at each other and raised the volume:

"Miss Trish, are you listening to us?"

The girl opposite withdrew her eyes and smiled at me.

She doesn't know what she's thinking, and she's quiet like a flower blooming alone at night.

This analogy comes from a collection of poems, and my brother told me that reading poems can make me more attractive.

Of course, so far, that book of poems has brought me more ridicule, which my colleagues in the police department think is worthless.

After telling the girl opposite about her appearance in court, I saw her with a slight smile and asked us to go to the library to borrow some books that I found difficult to read.

That smile, combined with the name of the book, is indescribably beautiful.

After sending Miss Tracy back to the temporary detention room, I packed up the case materials and was ready to visit the lawyer, which was a long-made appointment.

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I leaned back in my chair and listened to Emlin, the moon, describe his dreams.

After the "identification" of Father Utravsky, the dream did not originate from the apocalypse of the Earth Mother.

This has to make people look suspiciously at the moon, to the "fallen mother god", and then encounter pollution. I was almost amused by my own ideas.

As a senior "diviner" and master of dream interpretation, I have not been modest, but have calmly expressed my understanding:

"there are three possibilities, one is that the dream is inducing you to explore and pursue something, and to some extent it interferes with your destiny, the second is that the dream wants you to interpret it deeply, understand it, and then erode you little by little, imperceptibly, and third, you worry so much about the 'beauty' that you dream about the scene you are most afraid of.

"the third may be needless to say, the first two possible responses are the same, do not think, do not explore, there is no need not to leave Baekeland."

With that, I saw Emlin nodding without hesitation.

I knew it was his favorite way of dealing with it.

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"A murder?" I scanned the case materials at hand and expressed the question with the change in the ending, "you should hire a barrister."

I'm just a solicitor, and technically I'm not qualified to go to court at all.

Of course, this is only the most stringent case. In fact, it does not exist. As long as the case is small and does not involve the criminal court, solicitors can come to court to provide assistance.

The policeman in black and white checkered uniform across the street smiled and said:

"Utopia is just a small town. There is no barrister, so you have to go somewhere else.

"moreover, this case is sued for excessive self-defense, and the sentence is very short, and the amount of money involved is less than 400 pounds. It can be tried in the magistrate's court first, and then transferred to the criminal court after deciding that excessive defense is not established."

Do you understand very well, do you want to change careers to become a lawyer? But normally, homicides prosecuted for over-defense have to be handed over to the criminal court, hehe, this is the advantage of a small town, a lot of things are not so strict. I thought about it and said, "mm-hmm":

"then I'll try to plead not guilty.

"by the way, please arrange your time as soon as possible so that I can see Miss Tracy."

After looking through the information just now, I have a lot of confidence in this case, and now the biggest question is whether the image of Miss Tracy can arouse sympathy.

Well, although my solicitor's license was forged out of town, it can't deny my professionalism. I just happened to make a mistake in that exam.

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Bansi? Verdu wants to go to Bancey? I sat at the bottom of the long mottled table and looked at the "hanging upside down" who reported to Mr. Fool. I was a little confused about the development of things.

Verdu, who is addicted to the occult and wants to save Mr. Gate, does have some reason to explore Bansi abandoned Harbor. Moreover, he has lived in Byam for almost half a year, so it is normal for him to have access to Bensi's information. The main problem is that the monitoring before the "upside down" did not provide the corresponding signs, which made Verdu's behavior seem a little abrupt. This matter needs to be paid more attention. I nodded in my heart and heard Mr. Fool say:

"continue to monitor."

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I played the lyre by the fountain in the city square. I used a knife and fork to cut the steak. I was in the church, telling believers about the teachings of the goddess. I stretched out my right hand and, with the courteous help of a gentleman, left the carriage. I got my long-awaited new dress. I couldn't wait to put it on. I was chased by a child with four legs. I laughed loudly and stumbled and played with a dog.

Suddenly, we all shook, looked up at the sky, and saw the illusory fine lines drilling out of ourselves, extending to infinity, to a gray fog, into an old palace, into the hands of a tall misty figure shrouded in fog.

All this time, Klein has been in a wonderful state, seemingly completely divided into thousands of creatures, each with its own will, thoughts, cognition and destiny.

However, on top of these many consciousness, there is a dominant dominant consciousness, which is constantly subject to various impacts and seems to be assimilated by the ocean of consciousness formed by itself at any time, but it finally persists. Let Klein keep a certain degree of sobriety.

His Noumenon has been lying under the ground of St. Arianne's Cathedral, and his consciousness sometimes rises to the inside of the "Source Castle" and sometimes sinks into the body.

The images experienced by the secret couple flashed through his mind like a dream made up of a large number of fragments.

								Chapter 70 Interaction

Beckland steam train station, platform 3.

After talking to his parents and sister for a while, Alfred seized the gap before departure, left the train, went to the platform, and said to a retinue:

"give me a Dongbailang cigarette."

If the experience of these years has had any negative impact on him, apart from some mental suffering and pain, there are only a few bad habits left.

After smoking too much "East Belang tobacco", which is directly wrapped in spices and herbs, Alfred has completely failed to adapt to the popular cigarettes in the northern mainland, thinking that they are light and tasteless, like spirits mixed with water.

As for cigars, he believes that it requires a good environment to taste slowly, which is not suitable for now.

Of course, he was not a heavy smoker, and a "retribution knight" had enough physique and spirit to combat it. Alfred came to the platform to smoke because he thought it was too stuffy in the carriage, and his mother always mentioned her marriage problems.

When the retinue took out and lit the East Bailang cigarette, Alfred put the scorched yellow and near-black object to his mouth and took a deep breath.

The strong smell soaked into his body and gave him a sudden boost of spirit.

Then he saw a blond man like a classical sculpture coming along with his valet.

Alfred hesitated, smiled, raised his right hand and said:

"Hibbert, I didn't think you were going back to East Chester."

It was Hilbert, the eldest son of count Hall and Alfred's brother. Lord Hall.

Hibbert sketched out a perfectly ceremonial smile and said:

"I'm just a cabinet secretary, not a cabinet chief secretary, and I won't be so busy that I don't even have a weekend."

As a matter of fact, he will not be the Chief Secretary of the Cabinet, but his main purpose is to accumulate experience in different positions in various departments of the government and build up his own network resources to prepare for entry into the House of Lords in the future.

Alfred took another puff of "East Bailang" and said with a smile:

"have a good weekend."

After watching Hilbert enter the car, Alfred vaguely felt that someone was looking this way, making a discussion:

"Why are there no passengers waiting on that train?"

"it doesn't seem to be full."

", it was a special train, booked in advance by a big shot who spent a lot of money on gold pounds. I know you may not have seen anything like this, but remember, this happens from time to time in Beckland, in Conston and other big cities. when those bigwigs go out with their families, they must all follow hundreds of servants and maybe pets, how can they share a train with ordinary people …."

"well."

"I don't know which big shot it is?"

Alfred looked sideways and saw dozens of men in gray-blue uniforms on platform 2 looking quietly across the undocked track.

The distance between the two sides was not small, and it would have been impossible to figure out what those people were talking about without Alfred's good hearing.

"who are they?" Alfred asked his adjutant on his side.

He could only recognize that the uniforms worn by those people belonged to the railway company.

The adjutant immediately turned around, found the staff in charge of the platform and asked about it.

Soon he trotted back and whispered to Alfred:

"General, they are train dispatchers from all over the kingdom and are receiving a short training in Baikland."

Alfred nodded slightly and glanced at the second platform.

The oldest of the train dispatchers had gray hair, while the youngest looked in their early twenties, most of them middle-aged in their thirties and forties, and there was no shortage of people with slightly gray sideburns.

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Suniahai, the "city of generosity" Byam.

At night, carrying a suitcase with no valuables, Verdu took a small boat out of the harbor and boarded a pirate ship.

Sequence 7 of the "Apprentice" approach is not very good at fighting, and although Verdu is carrying magical items, he is quite afraid of negative effects and is unwilling to use them until the critical moment, so, in order to avoid danger, he, who lacks trust in pirates, tries not to bring anything that is easy to arouse other people's greed.

The pirate on the deck glanced at Verdu and said with a smile:

"Don't be afraid. We all keep our promise. As long as you pay enough for the ticket, we certainly won't throw you into the sea. Here, you are even safer than taking a passenger ship, at least you don't have to worry about Shanghai thieves. "

Seeing that Verdu kept silent and looked a little frightened, the pirate proudly threw him a key:

"the second floor on the deck, the innermost room."

Verdu took the brass key, entered the cabin, climbed a flight of stairs, and walked down the corridor to the deepest point.

This floor seems to be for those who take a pirate ship for a variety of reasons, and along the way, Verdu met several passengers who didn't look like pirates at all.

Among them were girls who were slightly scantily dressed, like girls standing on the street, middle-aged men with protruding bellies and glossy faces, and young men with trench coats and top hats, who were extremely cold.

"do you want to stay with me?" When the girl saw Verdu looking over, she asked with a smile, not knowing whether she was going to do some business or to catch up while doing business.

Verdu ignored her, looked back, and went out of his room.

The young man with deep outline and hard lines also stopped at the diagonally opposite door.

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9 Belotto Street, West side, Beckland.

"Please come in." Hugh straightened up from the wide seat.

The office door creaked open and two MI9 members belonging to Hugh's team came in.

"Colonel, we have learned something from our investigation into Utopia." One of the men in a dark jacket handed a report to Hugh.

Hugh was slightly frightened and refreshed at the same time:

"what is it?"

The man in the dark jacket said simply:

"in the past few days, we have personally and through informants visited the passengers of the steam train, all the passengers in Baekeland, taking advantage of the free time that the last task has been handed over."

There is no doubt that he was referring to the steam train that had mistakenly parked in Utopia.

"Hmm." Hugh nodded and motioned to his subordinates to continue.

The man in the deep jacket pointed to the report:

"We have initially confirmed that none of the passengers who successfully arrived at Beckland were abnormal, in a good state of mind and with no cognitive problems.

"however, we found one thing: not everyone was back on the train at that time. According to the two passengers, their seats chose to stay in Utopia.

"that is a lady who loves to travel and explore. She has a deep love for strange places. After seeing the excellent red wine, desserts and unique sparkling iced tea in Utopia, she decided to give up her original itinerary and spend more time in this unique temperament town to dig out more beauty.

"this is what the two passengers knew when they chatted with her. they not only sat together, but also chose to stay in the same hotel and met early in the morning.

"that hotel is the same as our intelligence agent, called Iris."

Hugh nodded slowly and said:

"have you found out what's going on with the lady?

"what's her name?"

"No, we are not sure whether she has left Utopia now." Another MI9 member with a small goatee replied, "the two passengers only know the lady's name Monica and do not know her last name and origin."

Hugh said, "mm-hmm."

"your next task is to investigate the history of this lady, find her family and friends, and confirm whether she has returned."

"Yes, Colonel." Two MI9 officers saluted and left Hugh's office.

Hugh read the report they submitted carefully again and sighed silently.

She is actually closer to the truth of Utopia than her subordinates, already knowing that it is a ritual with German. Sparrow has a connection.

However, she was unable to report the news and earn meritorious service.

Leaving aside the question of intelligence sources, what Hugh needs to consider most is German. Whether Sparrow is willing to let the news get out.

Maybe try to contact German. Sparrow, ask his opinion. Hugh picked up his desk thoughtfully and left MI9.

After changing her costume, she returned to the East and Bridge districts and went to different bars like a bounty hunter to gather information from different acquaintances.

In the process, she asked Utopia by the way, but no one had heard of it.

Finally, Hugh went into a bar in the Beckland Bridge area, sat down on the stool at the bar, and said to the bartender:

"is there anyone suspicious lately?"

"A lot of people are quite suspicious, but they don't have a reward." The bartender responded casually.

Hugh inquired around the topic and finally followed the procedure and asked:

"have you ever heard of Utopia?"

"I've heard of it." The bartender replied while wiping the glass.

Hugh's eyes rose a little bit as he examined the table at the bar.

She looked at the bartender and said:

"where did you hear that?"

"A guest came before and drank very moderately." The bartender said carelessly, "I sold him our special blend, and he said he had work to do and could only have a glass of beer. I praised him and asked him where he came from." Utopia, he said. "

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Wendell had hardly finished his breakfast when he heard the doorbell ring.

Through the cat's eye, he saw a policeman in black and white checkered uniform outside and opened the door a little puzzled.

"excuse me, what can I do for you?" Wendell asked politely.

The house was assigned to him after he came to Beckland because he will settle in the metropolis for a short period of time, subject to internal review and status monitoring.

The policeman is still very young, a little young, just in his early twenties.

He smiled and said to Wendell:

"Hello, I'm Byers, a policeman. I'd like you to testify in a case."

"what case?" Wendell frowned slightly.

The young policeman named Byers said with a polite smile:

"the Trish murder of Utopia."

"." Wendell's pupils were instantly dilated.

							Chapter 71 Chain Reaction

At this moment, Wendell only felt his calf quiver slightly, as if he could no longer support the weight of his body.

After leaving Utopia, he envisioned the worst-case scenario, that is, he died suddenly one day for no reason.

However, he never expected that he would meet people from Utopia in the real metropolis of Baekeland.

More importantly, the visitor invited him to go to Utopia again.

For Wendell, this is an extremely terrible nightmare, he did not collapse on the spot is considered psychologically good.

Keep your basic composure, Wendell said with an embarrassed expression:

"I've had a lot of things lately."

The policeman named Byers immediately said:

"two weeks after the trial, this is the relevant document."

As he spoke, he handed the papers in his hand to Wendell.

Frankly, Wendell didn't want to answer it at all, but he had to.

Byers then took a step back:

"this is about the future of a lady, and I sincerely hope you will testify in court."

"it depends." Wendell neither wanted to agree nor dared to refuse.

Byers said nothing more and saluted:

"I will wait for you in Utopia. I hope to have a chance to see you again."

With that, he turned around, left the house and entered the street.

Throughout the process, Wendell seemed to be frozen and turned into a statue, standing there without blinking an eye.

After more than ten seconds, he finally seemed to wake up from the nightmare, fell softly to the side, and propped his right hand against the door.

Just now, he was so afraid that Byers would force himself back to a utopia that didn't exist.

In this way, Wendell didn't know if he had a chance to leave, maybe he just disappeared forever.

He was more frightened by the unpredictable but obviously bad ending than his sudden death.

"hurry up and report this matter quickly! Seize the policeman from Utopia, find out the real situation in this strange town, and find a suitable way to solve the problem once and for all! " When Wendell regained his senses, he forcibly cheered up and was ready to notify the MI9 personnel who were secretly monitoring him.

At this time, he finally found that there was a big problem with what he had just dealt with, and he did not seize the opportunity to inform his colleagues in the dark that there was a problem with the visiting policeman, nor did he try to buy time, waiting for the monitor to find out by himself that it was wrong. what is more, he did not give full play to his former expertise as an intelligence officer and asked which hotel Byers stayed in Beckland and which train on which day and which train he booked.

He was so frightened that he could only subconsciously adopt the least unexpected response.

Thinking of this, Wendell went out of the door and glanced in the direction Byers left, but did not even see the other side's back.

The policeman from Utopia has been integrated into the carriages and pedestrians.

Looking back, Wendell looked down at the document in his hand, and suddenly felt a little perturbed:

"what would have happened if I hadn't testified in Utopia two weeks later?"

Wendell became more and more scared as he thought about it, and his calf softened again, and he quickly made a gesture to inform his colleagues of his abnormality.

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9 Belotto Street, West side.

Hugh was shocked and confused when he learned that utopian residents had come to Beckland.

According to her previous observation, Utopia should be hidden somewhere, or between the real and the illusory, through a random entrance to let outsiders in and out.

As for why outsiders should be allowed in and out, it should be a ritual requirement.

Therefore, in Hugh's understanding, the residents of Utopia should not leave their hometown and run around.

Is this also the requirement of the ceremony? What is the true identity of these residents? a disciple of Mr. Fool, the World. Sparrow's partner? After Hugh asked about the general appearance of the Utopian visitors, due to the lack of further intelligence, he had to return to MI9 headquarters and hesitated to send his subordinates to conduct an extensive search.

She was not sure whether Mr. World would like to see such behavior and was worried that it would affect the ceremony.

After pacing up and down the office, Hugh was ready to pray to Mr. Fool to transfer his questions to World German. Sparrow .

As he walked towards the chair, Hugh glanced over the report on the table.

It was a survey conducted by two of her subordinates, which confirmed that there was nothing wrong with the passengers who arrived at Baekeland, and on the other hand, pointed out that one passenger was stranded in Utopia.

Passengers. Hugh's eyes froze slightly and had a guess based on his own intuition:

The utopian resident came to Baikland for a purpose, not to run around, and his purpose was probably related to a passenger who had left Utopia before.

This. Startled, Hugh sat down and tried to pray.

Just then, there was a knock on the door of her office.

". Please come in. " Hugh hesitated.

As the door opened, Hugh saw Locke with a goatee and Wendell, the witness of Utopian events.

"Colonel, Wendell met a man from Utopia, and he visited directly!" Said Locke in a somewhat confused order.

Such a development also surprised him.

Sure enough. Instead of being surprised, Hugh breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Wendell and said:

"Why did he visit you?"

"he asked me to testify in utopia for the Tracy murder mentioned in my report." Wendell is much calmer than before.

He then added:

"he is a policeman named Byers. I dare not ask him where he lives, when he is going to leave, and which steam train he is going to take."

In order to show his importance, Hugh stood up and thought:

"Locke, immediately assemble the members of your team, look for taxi drivers who are often waiting for guests around Wendell's residence, and bus drivers passing through the nearby area, and ask them if they have seen Byers, and if so, where the other party was taken, and send someone to the steam train station, waiting at the entrance, observing the passengers …."

After giving orders to his subordinates, Hugh turned to Wendell:

"you cooperate with them and draw what Byers looks like."

"Yes, Colonel." Locke and Wendell answered at the same time.

When they went out and closed the door, Hugh sat down again and began to pray.

Soon, she got a response from Mr. Fool and saw the world German praying in the fog. Sparrow.

German. Sparrow told her:

"investigation can be done normally.

"ritual speculation can be made when necessary, but it must be included in several options."

Hugh breathed a sigh of relief and waited patiently for his subordinates to report back on the investigation.

When night came, Locke returned to Belotto Street and reported to Huihui:

"We found the cab driver who picked up the utopian!"

"Hmm?" Hugh showed his concern.

Locke said simply:

"the utopian man named Byers originally asked the coachman to go to the dock area, but as soon as the carriage entered the corresponding area, he asked to get off, saying that he had arrived.

"that street is quite strange to the rickshaw driver, which makes him feel lost.

When he left the street, he found that his surroundings had become familiar.

"our people accompanied him there again, but he couldn't find the street."

Hugh nodded slightly and said solemnly:

"it is initially consistent with the description of going in and out of Utopia in previous cases."

"Colonel, you mean you can enter or leave Utopia on any street in any city?" Locke still can't believe it.

Hugh muttered:

"it seems so at the moment, but I always think there's something wrong with it, um. How does Utopia connect with different places and what does it rely on to position itself? "

After the voice faded, Hugh said to Locke:

"go and tell Wendell that he will spend the next two weeks here until the document expires."

"Yes, Colonel." Locke immediately turned and left Hugh's office.

Wendell had no problem with Colonel Dilcha's arrangements, and it was fair to say that only at MI9 headquarters could he find sense of security.

His makeshift residence is a slightly modified night watch room with a window view of lawns, gardens and trees.

At a glance, Wendell saw a dark crow standing on the branch, looking quietly.

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Bansi is very gloomy at night, and the calls of crows or other seabirds reverberate from time to time.

Verdu stood at the window, looking closer and closer to the dilapidated wharf and the dead city that had become ruins, and the pressure grew in his heart.

After several days of sailing at sea, his ship was about to arrive at the port of Bansi.

The captain had told Verdu during the day that they would only wait two hours, and beyond that time, Verdu would have to wait on the uninhabited island for the next ship to arrive.

Taking a breath, Verdu looked back and took off his coat.

Then he opened his suitcase, took out a classic black robe and put it on him.

The surface of the robe was embroidered with gold and silver thread and inlaid with a variety of precious stones the size of rice grains. It was a seal belonging to the Abraham family.

After getting ready, Verdu left the pirate ship and entered the port of Bansi.

On the way, the classical robe was tightened, which made his face purple and nearly fainted.

As he walked, Verdu found the original Bansi Telegraph office according to the map he had bought, and saw two blood-red traces still bright in the middle of the collapsed building, as if the two men had been left behind after being crushed into meat sauce.

Next to the two shadows, a broken wall is engraved with an octopus head monster in armor, stepping on waves and holding a Trident in hand.

Verdu raised his lantern and was about to observe it carefully when he felt a drop of cold liquid fall on his neck.

Startled in his heart, he subconsciously reached out and touched the past, feeling that it was sticky, not like Rain Water, and had no color and did not belong to blood.

It's kind of like, like saliva. Verdu raised his head slowly with a slight jump on his forehead and looked at where the drop of liquid might have fallen.

It was a dark night sky with no moon and no stars.

							Chapter 72 Exploration

Verdu subconsciously swallowed saliva and developed an indescribable fear.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. There was no real danger, but a drop of liquid from an unknown source fell from a height, which made his spine chill and his pores shrink.

Maybe the environment here is too gloomy and silent, or maybe the identity and source of the liquid are unknown. Verdu moved two steps out cautiously and began to observe patiently.

In the next few minutes, nothing unusual happened here, and no more liquid fell from the heights.

This made Verdu reasonably suspect that there had just been a bird passing by, with a sea fish in its mouth or a freshwater fish from a stream on the island, with a slightly sticky liquid falling on the surface of the fish.

He calmed down and examined the ruins of the Telegraph office.

Nearly ten minutes later, Verdu initially confirmed that there were only traces of blood and crude murals related to the occult, which was worth studying.

Instead of recklessly picking up the blood dirt and printing strange murals, he took out a pure and dreamy crystal ball from his clothes pocket.

As an astrologer, he certainly has to use the best means to determine whether or not to take action.

Holding the crystal ball in his left hand and stroking it with his right hand, Verdu entered the state of astrology.

The next second, the crystal ball shone brightly.

Bang!

It exploded directly, throwing debris around.

……. Verdu's eyes froze and stood still, ignoring the pain caused by the insertion of fragments into his body.

"it exploded. It exploded. " He whispered to himself unacceptably.

The fragments of the crystal ball inserted into his body did not seem to break through the classical robe and fell one after another without being stained with any blood.

Of course, a small amount of crystal ball fragments remained on Verdu's jaw and face, creating one small wound after another.

"who?" Verdu suddenly woke up and looked to the other side.

In the opposite ruins, a figure came out, the slightly scantily clad girl on the pirate ship.

She was well hidden from Verdu, but just now the explosion of the crystal ball startled her, which made her make a radical and obvious reaction, leading to stealth failure.

Verdu's injured face was suddenly a little twisted:

"Why are you here?"

The girl cocked up the corners of her mouth and assumed a gesture of indifference:

"this is Port Bansi, not your home. Why can't I be here?

"I was bored. I got off the boat for a walk, hoping to pick up some jewelry in the ruins. Is that all right?"

She asked a few rhetorical questions, with no intention of staying away from Verdu.

Instead of arguing with her, Verdu took out pre-prepared ointment and medical alcohol, treated the injuries to her face and jaw, and put all the fragments of the crystal ball back into her pocket.

He didn't want the blood to stay in such a weird place.

Then Vildula pulled an ornament on the classical robe.

It is a "door" pattern made up of three rubies, three emeralds and three diamonds.

Almost in an instant, the robe tightened sharply, highlighting the pieces of meat on Verdu's body.

Just as Verdu's bones were about to be broken, his figure gradually faded and disappeared in the same place.

Then he "teleported" to the seaside peak outside the port of Bansi.

The mountain has also collapsed into ruins of rubble.

As far as Verdu knows, this was once a place where Bansi residents offered sacrifices to the "god of the weather" and was also a key target of the Storm Church.

After the crystal ball used self-explosion to remind him that the Bancey Telegraph office was hiding unknown dangers, Verdu dared not continue to explore there, collecting occult materials and had to forcibly move to the next location.

And it freed him from the girl's stalking.

As soon as Verdu's figure stood out, he bent down and gasped there, feeling that he had finally recovered from suffocation.

At the same time, Verdu felt only a tingling in the right rib and seemed to have broken a bone.

After taking several deep breaths in a row, he tried to endure the pain and took a few steps forward with sweat on his forehead to reach the altar marked on the map.

There is no doubt that the altar has been destroyed, leaving only a huge vitrified, slightly blackened pothole, surrounded by rubble of different shapes.

The gravel has more or less signs of fire and lightning.

Verdu. After looking around, Abraham raised his right hand and raised his sleeve robe.

The sound of the wind suddenly appeared, and some of the small gravel were "pushed" away from the original place, revealing the ground they covered.

This is the "wind-blowing art" of the "master of tricks", and Verdu uses it to replace his own manual labor to ensure his own safety to the greatest extent.

As the rubble flew away, Verdu saw the same scorched ground, some of which left a small amount of very mutilated patterns, patterns and symbols.

Whoo!

The wind became more and more intense, and it surged in Verdu's ear, which made him look up into the air in surprise.

His wind, which could only move small gravel, somehow turned into a hurricane, which "pushed" him a little rickety.

Verdu immediately saw thick clouds gathering in the sky, and it seemed that a storm was coming.

Although he had heard that Bansi was a "weather museum", he never thought the change would come so suddenly.

For a moment, Verdu wondered whether his "windblowing" had caused the storm, or that the removal of the ruins of the altar had inspired some change.

Such speculation made his forehead burst into a cold sweat.

During the storm, Verdu saw a pile of rubble flying in front of him, revealing a boulder buried beneath them.

The surface of the boulder was crisscrossed with one deep crack after another, giving the impression that it would crack at the touch of it.

At this time, the strong wind has calmed down a lot, and the heavy rain is still brewing.

Thinking that he had come to Bansi Harbor and could not be scared away like this, Verdu plucked up his courage and approached the boulder covered with scorched black cracks.

He then took out a magnifying glass with a strange pattern engraved on the handle and seriously examined the condition of the boulder.

Seven or eight minutes later, Verdu put away his magnifying glass and sighed with regret and dismay.

He has preliminarily confirmed that there is nothing wrong with the boulder and does not involve the occult.

Verdu was about to take back his eyes and was about to leave when he saw a bright red where the bottom of the boulder intersected with the soil.

The bright red gradually expanded, like a gurgle of blood.

However, it does not infect too much and is confined to a very small area.

Verdu's mind flashed through the two blood-red figures in the ruins of the Telegraph office, and the scalp tingled uncontrollably.

His lips dried quickly and intuitively thought it was not a good thing.

After swallowing another mouthful of saliva, Verdu raised his right hand and created a gust of wind again, allowing many miniature gravel to roll over, completely filling the bottom of the boulder and covering up the bright red.

Instead of staying here, he forced himself to turn on the "teleport" again and went to the last destination in the reservation.

This time, he had another broken rib and was so painful that he was about to faint.

Coupled with the suffocation caused by space compression, Verdu has the feeling that he is hovering on the brink of death.

It took him dozens of seconds to recover and look ahead.

Here is also a piece of ruins, collapsed houses covered the ground overgrown with weeds.

According to a pirate who has explored the ruins of Bansi, here is an item worth studying:

It is a very ordinary wooden door, but it is the only thing in Bansi that is still well preserved.

The pirate could not find anything special about the wooden door, so he asked his hand to go down and lift it and try to carry it back to the ship.

However, after only two steps, they suddenly fell down, their heads dragging their spines, leaving their bodies and rolling to the side.

This frightened the pirate, who dared not stay any longer and ran away with the rest of the crew in a hurry.

Verdu did not fully believe each other's stories, and although he did not do much at sea, he knew that sailors were fond of bragging and always exaggerated things that were only two or three points to eleven or twelve.

But even if it was bragging, Verdu thought the wooden door was worth studying.

After searching, he found the target:

The plain-looking wooden door leaned against a collapsed wall with brass keyholes and handles.

There are no bodies or blood around it, consistent with most of the ruins.

Sure enough to brag, oh, the pirate may have heard about the wooden door from other places, and he and his men dared not try to carry it at all. Verdu looked around and suddenly said:

"who?

"Why are you spying on me?"

In fact, he did not find anyone around him, but just used words and reactions to defraud possible monitors based on previous experiences and lessons.

The next second, somewhere in the shadow, came out a middle-aged man with a protruding belly.

He did not speak and silently moved away from the place.

As he rejoiced, Verdu breathed a sigh of relief and hurried close to the wooden door.

According to the information he received, no matter which side the wooden door was pushed, it would not bring about an unusual change, and there would be no danger in touching it without trying to move it.

After thinking for a few seconds, Verdu pulled his hand back into his sleeve robe, made a "glove" out of a classical robe, and pulled down the wooden door.

The wooden door was erected and the environment was quiet.

Verdu immediately pushed the wooden door as if he had opened the door, but still could not see the slightest change.

He tried a variety of ways, but failed to make the wooden door appear abnormal, it really seems that it was just too lucky to survive the destruction of the Storm Church.

Taking a deep breath, Verdu tried to regain his composure.

He thought for a moment and tried to open the door again.

But unlike before, he grasped the handle and gently twisted it down.

After hearing the slight clatter of metal, Verdu pushed forward, tilted the wooden door backward, and leaned back against the collapsed wall.

This time, a gray fog suddenly appeared in front of Verdu.

There was a looming street and rows of houses in the fog.

Outside one of the houses was inlaid with wooden plates, which seemed to contain a few Ruon words:

"Bansi Port Telegraph Office."

As Verdu's pupils dilated, a gentle voice came from the Telegraph office, which was shrouded in a faint fog:

"are you here to send a telegram?

						Chapter 73: Behind the Gates

Although the voice from the Telegraph office is nothing special, only a little intermittent, lack of obvious tone ups and downs, normal does not make people feel scary, but Verdu's heart suddenly emitted a surge of fear.

It was as if a bullet with a stream of flame had been fired into the arsenal, accurately hitting a bucket of easily ignited gunpowder, instantly detonating the fear that Verdu had accumulated and forcibly suppressed.

The panic that swept through every corner of his body, like a palm of his hand, grabbed Verdu's heart, whitewashed his brain, and made him turn around and flee frantically to the dilapidated dock where the pirate ship was located.

In the process, Verdu completely forgot to think, did not remember wearing a classical robe that could be "transmitted", but stumbled through the ruins with his feet, sometimes tripped over sundries and fell heavily. Sometimes his face turned purple by the clothes, and he had to stop to catch his breath.

However, every time there was a slight relaxation, Verdu would get up and continue to run, losing his mind, leaving only an air of pure instinct.

Without his strength, the wooden door could not keep its balance, slid along the collapsed wall for a while, and fell to the brick-and-stone floor.

The gray fog and the shadowy houses disappeared.

Five or six minutes later, Verdu ran back to the dock under the heavy rain.

His eyes were straight, filled with panic and confusion, and he did not notice the figure standing on the deck of the pirate ship, quietly looking down at him.

This is the cold-faced young man in a half-tall silk bowler hat and a long black trench coat.

Without thinking, Verdu immediately went back to the pirate ship with the help of the gangway, rushed all the way into the cabin, rushed to the second floor, and rushed into his room.

Bang!

He slammed the door and shrank to the narrow bed, wrapped tightly in the quilt and shivering.

When another rib was broken and the pain hit his mind, Verdu initially recovered and found that his hands and feet were weak, his body was hot, and every breath was like thunder.

As he struggled and worked hard, he finally took off his classical robe and fell back on the bed, feeling dizzy, sick and sick, and there was not enough air.

Outside the cabin, the grim-faced man suddenly raised his hand, took a human leather glove out of the air and put it on his left palm.

Huo ran, the man disappeared into thin air, appeared in a corner of the ruins, appeared next to the ordinary wooden door.

He then bent down, pulled up the wooden door and put it back in front of a half-broken wall.

Then the man in the black trench coat imitated Verdu's movements, reached for the handle and twisted it down.

Then he pushed the wooden door forward and let it lean back against the wall.

Almost at the same time, he saw a gray fog, the streets and houses looming in the faint fog.

Among the houses, the most prominent and clear is the Bansi Port Telegraph Office, and the others are more or less blurred.

At this moment, the gentle voice in the Telegraph office asked through the gate:

"you, yes, who?"

"I am, Gorman, Sparrow." Replied the young man in a half-tall silk bowler hat in the same intermittent voice.

Inside the Telegraph office of Port Bansi, it suddenly quieted down, as if someone was walking silently to the door.

Just then, German. Sparrow turned to the other side.

In the depths of the shadowy long street, a figure came, wearing a straw hat and a towel around his neck, bending over to pull something.

As the figure approached, the outline of what was behind him was gradually sketched out.

It is a black car with two wheels. It has a roof to keep out the sun and Rain Water.

On the car sat a lady with a flower-and-bird round fan and a waist-length skirt.

Both she and the rickshaw puller were obscured by the relatively thicker fog, making it impossible to see what it looked like.

Wait until they pass German. When Sparrow was in front of him, the latter could barely see through the fog and saw a small amount of detail.

The man who stooped to pull the rickshaw had a rotten face with yellowish pus; where the woman was not obscured by flower-and-bird fans and clothing jewelry, her skin was swollen and shiny, inlaid with numerous bluish-black patches.

A bell rang and a blue train with only two carriages rang from German. Sparrow galloped out in front of him.

Until this time, Gorman. Sparrow found that the street floor was covered with iron-black tracks, with one long line after another above.

On the other hand, at the top of the front of the train, a slightly complex metal bracket stretched out and slid over the long lines.

Through the window of the train, German. Sparrow saw the passengers inside.

They all face the street, but only their heads, each with a bloodstained spine.

German. Sparrow's pupils dilated slightly and watched the scene quietly without moving for a long time.

Nearly a minute later, he took a step forward and tried to enter the blurred street shrouded in gray fog.

However, the fog stopped him, and no matter what method he used, he could not get through.

A quarter of an hour later, Gorman. Sparrow stopped trying, closed the wooden door and cleared the fog. Then, dragging the wooden door, he "teleported" directly to the pirate ship without fear of a curse.

He then stood the wooden door on the deck, stretched out his left hand again, and grasped the doorknob.

Suddenly, German. There was a click around Sparrow's neck, and his head seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, pulling out his bloody spine.

German. Sparrow, without a change of expression, raised his right hand coldly, pressed heavily on the top of his head, and pressed his head back into place.

Then, unaffected, he twisted the handle and once again pushed open the wooden door and let it lean against the side of the ship.

But this time, there is no gray fog, no shadowy streets, houses and trains highlight, it can be said that there is nothing unusual.

The next second, the wooden door rotted rapidly, turning into a pool of mud, as if to escape the fate of being tested.

German. Sparrow did not stop it, but first took out a gold ring set with rubies from the air and wore it for nearly ten seconds.

After making that ring disappear, German. Sparrow probed his right hand, pulled out the ordinary wooden door from the void, and continued to try.

Once it is confirmed that the wooden door leaves Bansi, it will lose its effect, German. Sparrow swung it and made it disappear in mid-air.

Two hours later, the high-altitude clouds gradually dissipated, and the storm that had been brewing for a long time did not come at last.

When the pirate ship was far away from the port of Bansi, Verdu, who had dealt with the injury, took a bottle of potion and put himself to sleep quickly to adjust his mental state.

In the gray dream world, he ran in the barren wilderness, frantically looking for something, but to no avail.

Suddenly, Verdu heard voices coming from the depths of the wilderness:

"Great, god of war.

"the symbol of iron, and blood.

"upheaval, peace, strife, domination."

The words were repeated over and over again, but did not disturb Verdu and took him out of his dream.

I don't know how long later, Verdu woke up naturally and opened his eyes.

At this time, the morning light outside the window shone into the cabin, bringing a slightly dim light.

Verdu sat up slowly and found that he could recall the three-paragraph honorable names he heard in his dreams without the ability of an astrologer.

And his relatively rich knowledge of the occult tells him that this points to a hidden existence at the level of a god.

Is this caused by the incomplete symbols and symbols around the altar, or is it caused by the street I saw in the gray fog? Verdu frowned slightly and was lost in thought.

He didn't rush to try to recite the honorable name because he knew how quickly and miserably people who had done similar things died.

The god of war. Verdu vaguely remembered that he had seen the divine name in one of the family's books and decided to do some research before thinking about what to do next.

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Bansi Port, on the collapsed seaside peak.

A blossoming red or red or white or orange flames emerged from the cracks in the gravel, forming a figure.

The figure was young and handsome in black blood-stained armor and fiery red hair.

There was a banner-like blood mark on the center of his eyebrow, and there were faint traces of decay on his face. it was Soren, the evil spirit of the Red Angel. Einhorn. Medici .

"if he didn't have the characteristics of 'source castle' and 'secret waiter', he could make the secret couple run around the world, regardless of the limitation of distance, I wouldn't have to be so circuitous." The evil spirit of "Red Angel" slurped, I don't know who he was talking to.

In mid-air, a crow fell and stopped on top of a boulder.

It has a circle of white outside its right eye and a human voice in its mouth:

"it's not your style that you use him instead of him."

The evil spirit of "Red Angel" laughed and said:

"because he wants to be called, not him."

While you're talking, Soren. Einhorn. Medici glanced at the crow:

"it's cuter than who you really are, isn't it, little crow?"

The crow with white circles replied angrily:

"your mockery, like your people, is still alive in the last era."

The evil spirit of "Red Angel" smiled and said:

"things are going well and have been hidden from him, but I think even if he finds out, he will pretend not to see it. If you want to become the past, the door must return. Hypocritical he may still be hesitant to do it, because this carelessness will bring great disaster, , I like disaster.

"Little crow, when will you pay? I can't trust the brainless man of the Abraham family without enough strength. "

"when he prays to you." The crow with white circles said, "if you are worried that this state will not last long, I can parasitize a worm of time into your body to help you maintain it. No thanks."

As he spoke, the crow fluttered its wings and disappeared into the night sky.

The evil spirit of "Red Angel" turned its head and looked down on the ruins of Bansi with a slightly calm expression with the help of the advantage of the terrain.

							Chapter 74 Travels

"there is no essential difference between this small town called Utopia and the ones I have visited. Folklore, ethnicity, and architectural style all belong to Roon by standard.

"I have heard that there are many strange and unusual customs in the southern mainland, and I hope to experience it one day. Of course, that is after the restoration of peace between East and West Byron.

"when it comes to utopia, the most special thing here is that the climate is changeable and there are often storms, so that most people have umbrellas and raincoats smeared with Doningsman tree sap. The waiter at the hotel told me that as long as I had a certain income and had to go out to work, I had to save some money to buy raincoats anyway, otherwise the disease would take away more.

"there are no meteorologists here. I have no way to know the reason for this changeable climate. I can only guess that it has something to do with being near the sea and located in the hurricane zone. Yes, there is a deep-water port a few kilometers away from Utopia, but they are understaffed and cannot operate well, so they can only maintain a very small scale.

"they don't have a local newspaper either. after all, this is only a small city of several thousand people, and the newsboys mainly sell Tassok, Dixie Mirror and Sea Wind.

"the second reason I like it here is that many people in Utopia are cheerful and optimistic and passionate about life.

"when I wrote this, there happened to be a band passing by outside the hotel.

"this is not a professional band, but a group of pure amateurs, including government employees, magistrates, solicitors, professional police, school teachers, candy factory workers, shop owners. Among them, those who have money and time are responsible for tuba, violin and other more difficult instruments, while the middle and lower classes use simple items such as lyre and harmonica.

"on some rest days, they take to the streets, go around the city from the municipal square and return to St. Arianne's church near the square, which they call a 'music parade'.

"during the parade, instead of excluding citizens, they encouraged them to sing or dance with the team. According to my observation, the participants were very happy and satisfied, fully expressing their love for life, which made me feel a vigorous and high-spirited attitude.

"I have to admit, this is very contagious. I tried to join the parade. I forgot my troubles in music, dance and singing. I only remember happiness.

"instead of cruising today, they went to church to bless the couple.

"when it comes to weddings, the most incomprehensible thing about Utopia is that it has only the church of the Goddess of Night. You know, in most parts of the kingdom, even in a small town, there will be at least two churches. One belongs to the Night Goddess, and the other believes in the Lord of the Storm.

"before today, I could not imagine that the king would have an ordinary town that believed in only one god.

"however, it won't cause much trouble to me. Before the age of 18, under the influence of my family, I could only believe in the Lord of the Storm, but after I graduated from grammar school, I really realized that the goddess was the most loving and compassionate one.

"back to the wedding itself, I attended a wedding two days ago and found that Utopia has some special customs in this respect.

"what I appreciate most is that when the priest announces the marriage, the bride and groom bow to each other. There is no question of who is high or low. They just seriously express their gratitude for spending their whole life together.

"perhaps this is a manifestation of equality between men and women in the doctrine of the goddess.

"in addition, at the celebration after the wedding, there will be some special games, such as asking the bride and groom to tell their love stories.

"it may be a very embarrassing thing for them, but for the guests, it is very interesting. Yes, I think so, too, but I certainly won't add a similar link to my wedding.

"at that wedding, I heard the best love story I have ever heard in my life. If there is a chance, if readers of this column like it, I will consider repeating it. Of course, I will change the name and some details so that the couple will not be bothered.

"the most important reason why I like Utopia is that the food here is very delicious, a limited number of restaurants have a very high standard, and the best one is undoubtedly the affiliated restaurant of the Iris Hotel where I am staying.

"whether it's the most basic fried steak, Fried Spareribs, carbon fire barbecue, fried meat fish, or more complex or more difficult pea stewed lamb, cream soup, buttered mashed potatoes, and baked potato skins, they have definitely reached the level of an urban chef. In addition, the chefs here are also quite good at creating strange dishes and foods, including sweet and sour meats and roast fish repeatedly smeared with various seasonings.

"Utopian chefs didn't give up on staple foods that seemed impossible to play with. I ate all kinds of toast in this city: mashed taro, mashed potatoes, butter, light cream, fruit cubes. As long as you want to, you won't eat repetitive varieties for a week.

"and the most admirable of all the delicacies here is their dessert:

"Cream pudding, fruit pudding, Black Forest Cake, carrot cake, milk cake, muffins, egg tarts.

"at this point, I feel hungry again. That's why I don't want to leave after staying here for a week. What worries me most now is not my wallet, but my weight. I am glad the hotel is not equipped with mechanical scales, while complaining that they don't match.

"Utopian red wines are also excellent, the only problem is that they all lack the precipitation of vintage, and it seems that there is no such consciousness in the manors around the town.

"here, I would like to solemnly recommend a drink, utopian sparkling iced tea, which is very special and has a more wonderful experience beyond sweetness and bubbles.

"every evening, I go for a walk in the city square, which is also a favorite leisure place for utopian citizens, who have an extraordinary fondness for white pigeons.

"I met a painter in the city square. His name was Anderson. He was handsome and skilled. Unfortunately, he was a mute.

"I also met another writer named Alesu, which is a very strange name. He said that he was working on a long novel and asked me to review the beginning.

"I don't comment on his. I'm just surprised that a few familiar names appear in the beginning.

"this includes Anderson, Wendy, well, this is the owner of my favorite bakery.

"I raised this question, and Alesu told me very seriously that when a writer can't think of a character's name, it's very reasonable to use someone he knows as a reference.

"I quite agree.

".

"because of the limited space, this is the end of this sharing. Love your Charlotte."

Monica put down her pen, carefully wrote the manuscript twice, and corrected the mistakes in words and grammar.

She is a writer, originally not famous, can only write some third-rate love to make a living-after converting to "the Goddess of the Night", her father almost cut her off.

But since Forth, who wrote Storm Villa. Miss Wall started a travel column and became quite popular after the war. Monica also began to write travel notes for some of Beckland's newspapers, which perfectly suited her hobby, which made her articles full of unique vitality. helped her become a famous travel writer.

Charlotte is her pseudonym.

When the handwriting was completely dry, Monica made another copy, stuffed it into an envelope and stamped it.

After confirming the correct address, the wavy black-haired lady with Dixie Bay style picked up her handbag and left the hotel for the utopian post office.

The post office is next door to the Telegraph office, and Monica always feels wasted every time she passes the latter.

In her opinion, there are few things in utopia that need to send telegrams, and it is too extravagant to set up a Telegraph office.

After mailing the letter, Monica looked at the sky and walked to the city square.

When she came to the door of St. Arianne's Church, she met Byers.

This is a policeman who questioned Monica at the Iris Hotel because of the witness question in Trish's murder.

Unfortunately, Monica doesn't know that Mr. Wendell.

After nodding and greeting each other, Monica entered the church, took a seat and listened quietly to the sermon of the priest Townsend.

This is the most cleric priest she has met since she converted to "the Goddess of the Night." his hair is half-white, his speech is slow, his temperament is peaceful, his voice is deep, and he always calms people down unconsciously.

Monica then closed her eyes and listened attentively.

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East Chestershire, a forest belonging to the Hall family.

Alfred, Hibbert and Audrey led their foxhounds, with a varying number of servants, chasing their prey around the edge of the forest.

This is the first time that the three brothers and sisters have hunted together since they were adults.

Alfred and Hibbert had a good time in front of their sister, at least on the surface.

For Alfred, the biggest problem is how to control himself so as not to appear too different from ordinary people, otherwise, if a "retribution knight" takes part in the hunt, no one else will have a chance.

He knows that his sister is extraordinary, but he also knows that sequence 7 of the "audience" approach will not have any substantial frontal combat ability.

During the chase, they rushed out of the forest and saw a wheat field.

"where is this?" Audrey, dressed in hunting costume, asked casually.

It was her first time to hunt in the forest, and she didn't know where it led to.

Hilbert, who was also unfamiliar with it, turned to his attendant and said:

"ask someone."

In the process of waiting, the three brothers and sisters smiled and discussed the harvest, while Susie, the golden haired dog, glanced at the foxhounds that wanted to get close to them and made them consciously pull apart.

After a while, Hilbert's attendants returned and reported:

"Lord, there is a village called Hedrak nearby."

Hedrak. The village with the custom of dragon worship? I came here from the other direction? Audrey was stunned for a moment.

							Chapter 75 Dreams

When she regained her senses, Audrey kept smiling and became vigilant.

She felt vaguely that something was driving her to Hedrak, a village with the custom of dragon worship.

It's like fate.

Audrey once entered the "honesty Hall" and found that all the murals in it had become a reality, and she knew that sequence 1 of the "audience" approach was called "writer". Starting from this name, Audrey had made some associations, and she inevitably suspected that it was wrong at this time.

At this moment, Hilbert laughed:

"I've heard of this village, and I remember the family has a manor nearby."

As he spoke, he looked up at the sky:

"it's almost evening, so why don't you stay here and continue hunting tomorrow?"

Alfred could not resist his brother's suggestion, and it made no essential difference for him to stay on any estate tonight.

He nodded and said:

"send someone back to tell Mom and Dad."

Audrey said nothing, her green eyes turned slightly, and her eyes glanced across the faces of her two brothers.

Hilbert's brow frowned slightly, and he added after a few seconds:

"you'd better go back. the estate here has not been notified in advance, and there must be no preparation, and it may not be able to serve so many horses, hounds, and servants.

"moreover, there is still more than an hour to go in the evening, which is enough to return."

When Alfred saw that his brother had changed his mind so quickly, he subconsciously wanted to sing a different tune, but he changed his mind and felt that there was still some truth in what he said.

Considering that his sister was here, he said, "Um":

"then return as soon as possible."

With that, he did not wait for Herbert, clamped his legs, waved his whip, and took the lead in running back and forth.

Hilbert frowned and immediately stretched out.

He said nothing more, led his sister, and a group of attendants, servants, and hounds, and turned around, along the edge of the forest, back to the other side of the manor.

Audrey followed quietly without expressing her opinion on how things were going.

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In the middle of the night, in an estate in East Chestershire.

Using the "manipulator" ability to change the minds of the two brothers, Audrey, who was near the village of Hedrak, lifted the velvet quilt, lay down and went to sleep.

In her fascination, she suddenly sat up.

Then she looked around, saw the familiar dresser and bathroom entrance, and found that she was still in the room, but there was no red moon or stars outside the window.

This is not the real world. Audrey made an instant judgment and examined herself.

Soon, she came to a conclusion:

It was a dream, a rather strange dream, which took the initiative to keep her awake.

Sure enough, here it comes. Audrey was not alarmed, just a little annoyed.

Her handling in the afternoon was not careful enough, causing the problem to spread to the manor where her parents lived.

She now thought that she should have followed Hilbert's idea, went directly to the family estate near the village of Hedrac, and then reasonably "arranged" Hilbert and Alfred to return here, leaving only themselves there, waiting for possible changes.

In this way, even if there is any accident, it will not affect the parents, brothers and most of the servants and maids.

However, her main idea at that time was not to follow the "arrangement of fate" and to avoid the village of Hedrak as much as possible.

Who knows, sometimes, if you don't look for danger, danger will come to you on your own initiative.

Evasion and procrastination are not a panacea to the problem.

Audrey immediately rolled out of bed and stood barefoot on the thick carpet.

She has initially confirmed that with her own semi-divine level of "dream walker", she can directly get out of this strange dream, return to the real world, and once again evade the suspicious "invitation."

After glancing left and right, Audrey pursed her lower lip, took the blue cloak hanging from the coat rack next to her, and draped it over her body.

Then she took a deep breath and walked step by step to the door.

In the process, a star-like crimson "tattoo" appeared on the back of one of her hands.

The "tattoo" then disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

It was the first time she had entered the old palace above the fog, and it was not unusual for a long time, and it was not until the beginning of this year that Mr. Fool told them that when it was too late to pray, instead of reciting the honorable name, the method of stimulating the corresponding "tattoo" can be used.

To put it simply, this is the treatment of a "loved one".

Of course, this can not convey any message, can only be used in critical situations, let the "fool" Mr. look over.

More importantly, the star-like crimson mark is more conspicuous and can be easily discovered by people around her and dark followers, so when she needs to hide herself, Audrey is more inclined to use the various abilities of the "manipulator" to plant the idea of praying to Mr. Fool into the mind of some humble human nearby, so that he can complete the prayer in her place at the right time and in the right scene. Pray for blessing.

At this moment, she believes that the owner of the dream knows there is something wrong with her, so she doesn't feel the need to go to a lot of trouble, she just needs to hide and pray to whom she is.

When she got to the door, Audrey reached for the handle, twisted it gently, and pulled back.

The slightly dark corridor immediately caught her eye.

The main building of the manor is hundreds of years old, and many places retain the characteristics of the past, especially in the corridor-it has no gas wall lamp, and the walls are inlaid with one silver or bronze candlestick after another. there are varying numbers of candles on it, giving off a dim glow, illuminating the whole corridor, giving the impression that it will be haunted at any time.

The dream even replicates this. Audrey glanced left and right and walked into the hallway.

As the thought flashed through her mind, a long, thick yellowish carpet appeared under her feet.

Walking on the carpet, Audrey followed her spiritual intuition and walked to the right.

After two or three steps, she suddenly stopped, only to feel that there seemed to be something hidden behind the closed doors on both sides, which made her have a strong desire to explore.

This is Mom and Dad's bedroom, this is Hilbert's bedroom, this is Alfred's room. Audrey made a slight distinction and frowned slightly.

The embossed classical doors, illuminated by dim candlelight, are particularly mysterious and make people want to know what is hidden behind them.

In the twinkling of an eye, Audrey Huo ran understood what they represented in the dream.

This is the door of the soul, and behind each door is the spiritual world of their master.

In other words, when Audrey pushes open Alfred's door, she will see all kinds of secrets hidden in his heart.

By the same token, she could peep into the true hearts of Earl Hall and Madame Catelyn.

Slowly withdrawing her eyes, Audrey closed her eyes and walked on, not to be affected.

After so many things, she became more and more aware of one truth:

The demigod in the spiritual realm should know how to restrain himself and respect others.

Under the premise that you can usually interpret the true thoughts of others from body language, facial expressions and mood swings, if you are not satisfied and greedily explore the hearts of others, digging for privacy and secrets, you may end up eating back to yourself.

This is a very simple truth: everyone will have some dark and bad thoughts more or less, but they all control them well and do not let them affect their own behavior, under such circumstances, if the demigod in the spiritual realm still insists on digging these thoughts and digging the ugly parts under the mask, it will be very easy to be disappointed in human nature, be infected by all kinds of negative consciousness, and gradually go crazy without knowing it.

This is one of the reasons why the "audience" can "appease" itself and treat the corresponding psychological problems, but it is still easy to be abnormal or crazy.

They are both safe and dangerous.

Therefore, Audrey's code of conduct for herself is to only observe and "read the mind" to acquaintances, not to dream as much as possible, and to have no restrictions on strangers, and not to enter everyone's spiritual world if it is not necessary.

Along the corridor, Audrey in a blue cloak came to the end.

She immediately opened her eyes and turned her eyes to the room on the left.

It is a semi-open tanning house.

She pursed her lower lip again, and Audrey breathed smoothly and grasped the handle of the door.

As the wooden door opened behind, the scene inside was gradually exposed.

This is no longer a room, the ground is a round stone and clumps of green and black weeds, the depths of a dark, can not see clearly.

Audrey walked slowly in, and the door creaked behind her.

In the gloom, the outline of some things was sketched out quickly:

A huge stone pillar dozens of meters high stands above a tall lizard-like monster.

The monster crouched at the top of the pillar, like a hill, covered with huge scales like gray stone, and its eyes were light gold and upright.

This is a mythical and legendary spiritual dragon.

With a crash, the two wings of the spiritual dragon spread out, almost covering the sky.

Their skeletons, like metal veins, are covered with gray skin membranes with mysterious patterns.

As Audrey looked up, the spiritual dragon buzzed:

"you have been to Livesheed."

There is no doubt that it is in Dragon language.

"the City of Miracles" Liveheed. How does it know. As soon as Audrey flashed through these two thoughts, she heard the spiritual dragon opposite say:

"the consciousness in every mind is in exchange with the sea of the collective subconscious, and Liveheed is a very special being, and the same is true of the imprint it forms in your mind. I can naturally sense this when your 'virtual personality' roams in the sea of the collective subconscious and is not far away from me. "

This is beyond the scope of my ability, and it is not what the "dream weaver" can do. This spiritual dragon corresponds to sequence 2 "Insight"? I can't believe he didn't directly manipulate me. Audrey's thoughts flashed, and the spiritual dragon spoke again:

"I'm pretty sure you mean no harm at the moment."

Audrey was silent for two seconds. She looked up and asked:

"aren't you worried it's a trap?"

				Chapter 76 At the same time

At this moment, Audrey even suspected that "Destiny" did not allow herself to go to the village of Hedrac to investigate the custom of dragon worship, but to make herself aware that something was wrong, thus causing resistance. Using the "virtual personality" ability in the area around Hedrac village, Audrey quietly led the two brothers to change their minds unwittingly, and was brought in by the spiritual dragon who discovered the special consciousness related to Livihid, the "city of miracles".

Even on the side of the arrangement, Audrey could not help being in awe of it. I have to say that in order to achieve such an effect, there must be a very high level of insight into the hearts of the people and a grasp of the different reactions of different people. a level of fear that comes from the heart when you think of it.

You know, Audrey, the "manipulator" of sequence 4, felt that the development of things was in line with their expectations and completely met their hopes without any vigilance.

The spiritual dragon reined in its open wings, looked down at Audrey in a blue cloak and said:

"this is a labyrinth of dreams pieced together by many souls. even if the one who set the trap comes in person, it will take a while to find this room, and I won't stay long."

Obviously, he is not unwary of the trap, but thinks that something is worth taking such a big risk.

The maze of dreams. Is this an extraordinary ability of the "dream weaver", or the ability after qualitative change? Audrey reined in her thoughts and asked calmly:

"what do you want to know?"

The huge gray dragon with huge scales buzzed:

"my name is Eric Hogg, one of the only three cologne left."

What he means is that he is one of the three dragons who survived from the second period, and now the rare number of dragons are only descended from those dragons in the era of the ancient gods? Audrey nodded gently without interrupting each other's words.

Behind her, in the wilderness with green and black weeds, a wooden door stood there without any support, which looked extremely strange.

Eric Hogg also did not waste his time. After introducing himself, he asked:

"where did you find Livesheed?"

Audrey was prepared and calmly replied:

"in a book called Grossell's travels, it is rumored that it was made by Angel Wade, the dragon king."

"Grossel." Eric Hogg, who had obviously never heard of the name, repeated it and then asked, "what kind of book is that?"

Audrey, with supple blond hair, simply described:

"there is an almost real world in that book, and at the same time, it can inhale people who meet the criteria or give their own blood into the book and let them live in that world."

Eric Hogg was silent for two seconds and said:

"is there a collective unconscious ocean in the world in that book?"

"Yes." Audrey gave the answer with great certainty. "the 'city of miracles' I saw was in the depths of the sea of the collective subconscious of the world in the book."

Eric Hogg's snort suddenly increased a little:

"what did you see at that Liveheed?"

Audrey recalled:

"A city full of huge columns and magnificent palaces.

"in addition, I entered the residence of the Dragon King, where the inner voice of each creature echoed directly around me. I call it the Hall of honesty.

"at the end of the Hall of honesty, behind the throne of the Dragon King, there is an ancient and mysterious bronze gate. It doesn't know what's sealed. In short, it's very dangerous. I don't dare to approach it at all. "

Audrey was telling the complete truth, except that she didn't mention Mr. World, Mr. Star and her own guesses.

The ancient dragon Erikhog was completely silent, remembering something or analyzing Livihid's current situation.

In the process, his head fell little by little, as if to take his body from the top of the 100-meter pillar to the ground.

Just as Audrey was strained by the slightly bizarre scene and was about to ask a question, Eric Hogg suddenly raised her head.

His pale golden eyes grew colder and colder, and his voice echoed again in the wilderness:

"Livesheed."

In the rumble of thunder, the things hidden in the deep darkness behind Eric Hogg quickly became clear, showing his own outline in the brightening scene:

They are huge stone pillars dozens of meters high, standing alone or together propping up majestic but clumsy palaces.

These pillars and palaces are mainly gray and fall on the island-like foundation, exactly like the "city of miracles" Liveheed that Audrey has just described.

No, this seems to be the "city of miracles" Liveheed.

It was not until then that Audrey discovered that the ancient spiritual giant Erihog was squatting at the top of the tallest and thickest stone pillar in Liveheed.

At this moment, she vaguely felt that something subtle had changed in Eric Hogg.

Her green eyes turned slightly, and suddenly behind her came the sound of the metal handle being twisted.

This. Audrey resisted the impulse to turn abruptly, turned her body on guard and turned her eyes sideways.

The lonely wooden door, which had lost all its external support, opened a little behind, revealing the appearance of the visitor:

A huge, white rabbit with moving ears and walking on its feet.

Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace, a figure was shrouded in gray fog, sitting in the position of the "fool" at the top of the mottled table, quietly watching the crimson star representing "justice".

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9 Belotto Street, West side, Beckland.

Wendell, who saw the two-week period approaching, was suffering from insomnia and had to rely on medication to fall asleep.

After waking up, he was also restless, extremely restless, completely lost interest in food, and forced himself to eat the three meals sent by his colleagues only in order to maintain his physical strength.

He did not know what would happen after the court deadline, nor could he predict whether there would be an irreversible change in himself.

This fear of the unknown made him feel out of breath from time to time.

Sometimes, Wendell even thinks that it may not be a wise choice to resist returning to Utopia:

Judging from his limited experience there, if he honestly returns to Utopia and testifies for Trish in court, there is a good chance that he will leave safely after that.

So far at least, Wendell has not heard of anyone who has died or gone crazy because of Utopia, where people are quite kind except for their weirdness.

I'm just going to help, and they should be grateful to me, not deal with me. The more Wendell thought about it, the more he felt that facing the danger might make him feel more comfortable than suffering here.

Of course, he has no doubt about the protection capability of the MI9 headquarters, and if this does not work, he feels that he can only consider going to see the "Lord of the Storm" as soon as possible.

Call. Wendell exhaled, sat down in his chair and picked up Ben casually, trying to pass the time.

But his irritable mood made it impossible for him to get into the storyline. He turned the pages more and more frequently and finally closed the books.

He then closed his eyes and was ready to take a nap.

In a daze, Wendell seemed to return to Utopia and come to court, but his role was not a witness, but an audience.

He saw that Trish was ruled by the judge to be unjustifiable for self-defense because of the lack of sufficient evidence, and was transferred to the criminal court. he saw the young lady burst into tears and smiled with great sadness.

Wendell woke up and looked silently at the gas wall lamp in front of him, without moving for a long time.

If the problem is Utopia, not the residents of Utopia, then my escape may kill a poor lady. Wendell looked back, wavering slightly, but unable to overcome his fear.

Supporting the table with his hand, he stood up and walked to the door, intending to take a look around the MI9 headquarters to ease his mood.

When he left the room and walked a few steps down the aisle, Wendell suddenly heard a colleague in the nearby office discussing utopia-related cases:

"have you heard? Recently, a man who entered Utopia was a rickshaw puller. When he sent a businessman from Utopia to the dock area, he only turned two streets and found that the surroundings became strange. "

"it is necessary to remind all the rickshaw pullers in Beckland that, well, it is best to equate utopia with spies to make it easier for them to understand."

"the way in and out of Utopia is really frightening."

"Yes, sometimes I even doubt that the entrance to Utopia can be found anywhere."

"there must be some restrictions, not as omnipotent as we think. Otherwise, if I just go to the bathroom, I will find myself in Utopia. "

"judging from the laws summed up at present, this is theoretically valid."

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Wendell heard the blood vessels beating slightly on his forehead and suddenly felt that even if he was at MI9 headquarters, he would not be so safe.

Unless there is a demigod and demigod watching me all the time, it is hard for me to avoid returning to Utopia. Perhaps, after I wash my hands and open the bathroom door, I will find that there is a utopian "Iris" hotel outside. No, ordinary demigod may not be able to stop this kind of thing, this is simply not like human beings can do, has been very close to the gods …. Wendell panicked for a moment and could no longer contain his fear.

Following the fluke that suddenly occupied his mind, he returned to his room and took out the document from the utopian court from the drawer.

Then Wendell went into the bathroom, holding the document and whispering in horror:

"I am willing to testify in court.

"I am willing to testify in court.

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After several times, he reached out and grasped the handle of the bathroom door.

At this time, a dark crow, like a ghost shadow, flew in from the air window and fell into the unnoticed corner of the bathroom.

The next, Wendell twisted the handle, pulled back, and opened the bathroom door.

What appeared in front of him was no longer a familiar bedroom, but a strange hall.

						Chapter 77 Weaving the Nightmare

I really went back to Utopia like this. Seeing the scene outside, Wendell inexplicably felt relieved and relaxed, and had no doubts about his choice to testify in court.

You know, the position he was in just now was in the bathroom of MI9 headquarters, and even if there was a heavily armed army, it would be impossible to attack it.

With a slow breath, Wendell walked out of the bathroom and into the hall.

Behind him, in the unnoticed corner of the bathroom, the dark crow was draped with a shadowy veil and lost its real sense of existence, and it was difficult to find it even if it looked directly at it.

Then its body became more and more transparent and dissipated quickly until it disappeared.

By this time, Wendell had walked several meters out of the hall and saw a policeman in black and white checkered uniform coming in at the entrance.

This is the young police officer Byers who asked him to testify.

"I know you will come, because you are a kind man." Byers greeted Wendell with a smile.

At this compliment, Wendell's heart finally fell back, and then he instinctively looked back and saw that the bathroom he had come out of had changed and no longer felt familiar to him.

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In the labyrinth of dreams made up of many souls, the huge white rabbit walking by man squeezed through the open door and entered the wilderness with huge gray columns and magnificent palaces.

Mr. fury. Although the other person did not wear the personality mask, the unforgettable feature helped Audrey recognize who it was at a glance.

It was a little unexpected, but it didn't surprise her too much.

In her view, to deal with the ancient spiritual dragon of EriHogg, Mr. rage alone should not be enough, even if Mr. Fool warned her to beware of this one.

After all, the leader behind the psychological alchemy, the former angel king, has become the true god of sequence 0, and according to the knowledge shared in Tarot, there should not and will not be another "writer" in the real world. In this way, no matter how fierce Mr. fury is, as long as it is still in the "audience" channel, it is at most at the same level as Erikhog, only in terms of combat experience, psychological research, and self-cultivation.

At this moment, with the entry of the giant white rabbit, the large and gray Eric Hogg opened his skin-covered wings with a crash, casting a shadow over the surrounding area.

With a kick on its feet, the white rabbit suddenly became huge, like a hill.

At the same time, directly above him, the dark sky was bright, and the earth cracked one after another on the soles of his feet, gushing out crimson magma.

Then, behind it highlights a vague and distorted figure.

The figure was dressed in a simple white robe, the appearance was difficult to see, the age could not be distinguished, and it could only be vaguely seen that it was a man.

At the back of his head hung a brilliant halo, like a miniature sun; under his feet was an illusory clock divided into twelve squares, each with a symbol of different time; behind him, there was a shadow that seemed to be a curtain, and inside the shadow, there seemed to be an eye peering silently outside.

As soon as the figure appeared in an outline, the whole dream labyrinth shook violently, and gray fragments continued to fall from the void.

The opposing sensations of filth, depravity and pure sunlight quickly spread around the giant white rabbit, eroding or assimilating the area.

However, the figure in a simple white robe is always difficult to really take shape, unable to walk from history and illusion into reality.

Whenever his outline is about to be clear, his figure will be distorted, like a machine that interferes with the signal.

At this moment, Audrey instinctively looked back and dared not look directly at the giant white rabbit.

Perhaps because she is in a dream, closely connected with the island of the mind and the sea of the collective subconscious, she knows intuitively what Mr. fury is doing without an explanation.

The other party had an insight into the underlying spiritual problems of the ancient dragon, knew what he feared most, and then weaved a nightmare containing specific images.

In the high-sequence battle of the "audience" approach, if the two sides are at the same level, it is very difficult for all kinds of means to produce real results: one can sneak into the island of consciousness and carry out deep hypnosis, one can guard the door of the mental body, one can not let any foreign consciousness enter, one can spread the spiritual plague, use the sea of the collective subconscious to unconsciously erode the enemy, and one can pacify himself. Treat mental illness and maintain mental health.

Therefore, the battles of the saints of the same sequence of "spectators" often show three fixed styles: first, setting traps in advance, making preparations in all aspects, and then, covertly inducing, operating step by step, defeating each other's spiritual lines of defense and hypnosis; second, laying particular emphasis on defense and assistance, relying on powerful seals to defeat the enemy; Third, when "spiritual plague", "mental deprivation", "dragon breath", "consciousness manipulation" and other extraordinary abilities are difficult to do with each other, self-hypnosis, carry out "dragon", and launch a fierce hand-to-hand fight between you and me.

In the third kind of battle, whoever studies the field of mind more deeply, whose will is stronger and stronger, will be able to rely on a longer "dragon" time to gain an advantage and accumulate victory, of course, as long as the other party does not find a chance to escape.

At the angel level, everyone is a real mythological creature, and the length of "dragon" time is meaningless. At this time, it mainly depends on "insight". Who can better find the opponent's spiritual loophole, who can weave corresponding nightmares, directly attack the enemy's spiritual weakness, destroy the spiritual line of defense step by step, and achieve the effect of "scared crazy" or "scared to death".

Because Audrey is in the same "dream", even if the nightmare is not aimed at her, she will be affected, affected by corresponding emotions, traits, personalities, and even contaminated.

Just like now, she knows clearly that the nightmare woven by Mr. fury represents the ancient sun god, which is the most feared existence at the bottom of Erihog's heart, and at the same time, the influence of the ancient sun god will uncontrollably pollute the surroundings until the whole dream.

At that time, Audrey woke up and became either a psychopath without a therapeutic instinct or an incarnation of an incomplete mythological creature, completely losing her mind and frantically attacking the creatures around her.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, she unknowingly depraved, unwittingly become cold, cruel, bloodthirsty, as if replaced by another person.

At this time, Eric Hogg, squatting at the top of the gray pillar, let out a roar of pain.

In the echo of the roar of the dragon, the top of his head darkened, and a "sea" that contained all the secrets of all colors and was difficult to describe in words emerged.

In the ocean, a gray dragon hundreds of thousands of meters long, or even larger, rose up, his upright eyes a light gold, a bright red.

The dragon's forehead, and its third eye, seemed to contain a rich shadow.

Similarly, there is no need for others to explain, Audrey knew for the first time what the nightmares woven by Eric Hogg represented by the special nature of her current state.

This is the thing that left a deep shadow in the heart of the giant white rabbit, this is the "Angel Vader" eroded by the "underground", which is separated by the ancient god, sealed behind the bronze gate of a virtual personality, a period of spiritual pollution.

At this time, Audrey is between two horrible to indescribable nightmares, although not eroded, but the mental state has fluctuated, as if by shock and awe.

She immediately gave herself a "comfort", without hesitation to rely on their own sobriety, forced out of the dream labyrinth.

In this process, because she is not the target of Erikhog and Mr. fury, she is not stopped, and she also reaches sequence 4 and has a certain divinity, so she soon wakes up from her dream.

Audrey suddenly opened her eyes, saw the crystal chandelier dyed a little crimson, and saw the deep night that pervaded the room.

Without delay, she rolled out of bed, ran to the window and looked out.

The whole manor was quiet, as if in a deep sleep, nothing unusual.

Audrey frowned and immediately divided into a "virtual personality", allowing it to enter the spiritual island of a night watchman.

She remembers clearly that the dream labyrinth was made up of multiple minds, and once the pollution of the two nightmares spread, the result was unimaginable.

So, she wants to wake up everyone in the manor before that.

The next second, the night guard suddenly raised his hand, took off the grenade hanging from his belt, pulled out the fuse, and threw it into the uninhabited garden.

Boom!

The explosion spread violently and alarmed the sleeping people.

Then the guard raised his voice and shouted:

"an enemy attack!

"an enemy attack!"

Count Hall and his wife, both over fifty, woke up with a light sleep; Hilbert woke up in a daze in the face of the explosion; and Alfred opened his eyes automatically when the grenade was thrown.

The rest of the housekeepers, maids, maids, bodyguards and members of the guard woke up one after another, looking dazed and astonished, not knowing what had happened.

In the farthest place from the manor's building, several servants heard less noise and failed to wake up in time.

That is, a few seconds later, they struggled painfully on the bed, shedding their outer skin like a snake, and became a ferocious bloodman.

And they didn't wake up until they died.

At this time, Audrey saw a gray dragon spread its wings in the sea of the collective subconscious, followed by a giant white rabbit.

In an instant, the voice of the dragon echoed in the illusory sea:

"Adam doesn't have to be Adam, just like I don't have to be Eric Hogg."

The figure of the giant white rabbit suddenly slowed down and gradually stopped.

All the anomalies were interrupted and the whole area returned to normal.

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Above the gray fog, in the ancient palace.

Adam didn't do it? The "fool" Klein frowned and turned his attention back to Utopia, replacing the instinctive monitoring of the "spirit worms".

He examined his secret puppet town carefully and found nothing unusual.

								Chapter 78 Humanity

Seeing that there was nothing unusual in the secret idol town, Klein began to think about what had happened to Miss Justice:

"the action against Erikhog, the spiritual dragon, was not arranged by Adam, but led by Hermes?

"otherwise, Adam could not have fallen unfaithfully, and Eric Hogg could not have escaped so easily. Only with the help of the second 'City of Miracles' could there be some hope.

"if Hermes had led the way, the whole thing would have been logical. Hermes never wanted to catch or kill Erihog, but he just wanted to know some information from this ancient spiritual dragon. When Erihog said, "Adam is not necessarily Adam," the operation naturally came to an end.?.

"well, in this way, Hermes had some doubts about Adam's true state, but because of the limitation of his identity, he couldn't let Erihog appear on his own initiative, so he took advantage of Miss Justice.

"Adam doesn't have to be Adam, and Eric Hogg doesn't have to be Eric Hogg. This sentence is really interesting. The high level of the 'audience' approach is even more mysterious than the 'fortune teller'. At the beginning, Angel Wade, the 'utopian dragon', obviously occupied the position of sequence 0, but there was a son of the same pathway sequence 1, the 'dragon of nightmares' Alesuhod.

"if Adam wasn't Adam, who would he be? Is it the Adam in the mythology before the first century, or is it part of the 'original'? Or is it related to the resurrection arrangement of the ancient sun gods? In this way, it really means a lot for Medici to call him 'paranoid'. "

Klein quickly showed a gold coin, flicked it into mid-air, and made a divination.

The results of divination show that there is no harm in what happened today.

Klein immediately dispersed the gold coins, ready to lose consciousness and return to sleep in the body of St. Arianne's church.

Just then, there was a hint of slowness in his movements:

Miss Justice met Erikhog and Hermes and went back to Utopia to testify with the MI9 officer, almost at the same time.

Alone, there is nothing wrong with either side, but the word "at the same time" makes Klein a little wary.

He is very sensitive to "coincidence", "coincidence", "simultaneous" and "almost". This is the mark left in his mind by past experiences.

Tapping his fingers on the edge of the long mottled table, Klein decided to prepare for his worries.

He quickly condensed a ray of light containing certain words and a certain will, and threw it into a prayer spot.

After doing this, Klein sank his consciousness, left the source fortress, and let the spirit return to the Noumenon.

Then he began to influence Utopia and planned to make various arrangements for the strangers who are currently in the city to "leave" temporarily.

In this way, even if anything happens, it will not affect the innocent.

And this means that Klein is ready to give up utopia and rebuild the secret couple town somewhere else. After all, the ceremony can be repeated many times, and people can only be resurrected once after death.

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"have a good rest these two days, and it will take some time to go to court." Byers took Wendell to the door of the Iris Hotel.

Wendell responded with a smile:

"I'm sleepy now."

At this time, it was midnight, and it was because he was too anxious and nervous that he could not sleep, so he thought of walking around the MI9 headquarters to ease his mood. As a result, he heard the conversation of his colleagues at the vigil, and his mood was completely detonated. I decided to go back to Utopia and face the problem.

Having checked in, Wendell, without luggage, briskly went up to the third floor and entered the room.

He had a faint sense of unusually dark surroundings as he passed the door.

In order to sleep better, Wendell went to the window and drew the curtain.

In the process, he inexplicably felt that the scenery outside the window was very familiar.

However, under the cover of night, he could not tell too clearly, thinking that it might be a scene he had seen before in Utopia, raised his hand to his mouth, yawned, took off his clothes and walked to the bed.

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Monica slept until midnight and suddenly had to pee.

She held it for a long time, but she couldn't hold it any longer, so she finally got out of bed and went to the bathroom that came with the room.

She had a feeling that it had become a little heavy as she pushed the bathroom door.

Rubbing her barely open eyes, Monica ignored the slight change and quickly solved her personal hygiene problem, rushed out of the bathroom and rushed back to the bed.

When she got into bed, she felt that the temperature inside had dropped a lot, so she had to wrap herself layer after layer tightly.

It wasn't long before she went back to sleep successfully.

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About a quarter of an hour later, Byers, who was patrolling the street, rubbed his hands and turned to the street where the police station was located, ready to hand over with his colleagues.

Suddenly, his body stood still at the entrance of the alley.

The virtual black and fine "spiritual lines" on his body fell off at the same time and floated upward.

A beautifully cut piece of paper fell, connected with those "spiritual lines" and quickly turned into another Byers.

At the same time, a torrent of knowledge turned into information poured in and reorganized into a man in gorgeous clothes and long maroon hair.

The man had blue eyes, a high nose and thin lips. It was Rossell. Gustav's sequence 1 historical projection.

Then, as soon as the projection grasped the hand, it absorbed all the information around it into the palm of the hand and condensed into an illusory ball of light.

The information includes details of what went wrong with Byers.

The next, Rossell. Gustav's historical projection forged a normal message to spread along the "spiritual line" connected to the paper man to St. Arianne's church in the city square and to the underworld of the church.

After this series of operations, a flood of information came in mid-air and was reorganized into three shadows with the help of Rossell:

An old man in a black robe and hood, with a long and dense white beard on his face; a middle-aged man with a square face and majestic temperament in a big cloak, black hair and blue eyes; a huge tree poured with oil, which stretched out arms after arms protruding from strange things, and rolled bloodshot black-and-white eyes one after another.

They are:

The head of the Priory, Zaratou!

Roon protector, the original king, William. The historical pore image of Augustus I!

The historical projection of "Divine iniquity"!

After making corresponding preparations, with the help of the positioning provided by the previous historical projection, Charatou quietly sneaked into Utopia.

Without any delay, he probed with his right hand and made use of the law of aggregation of extraordinary characteristics to suck out the "spiritual worm" in Byers.

On the other side, there is an ugly figure the size of a slap on one of the palms projected by the history of "Divine iniquity".

The doll was wet and sticky, with no eyes, no ears, no nose, and only a hole-like mouth that puffed gray fog.

As the Spirit Bug and the doll approached, the black and white eyes rolling on the trunk of the tree looked at them at the same time.

Silently, the Spirit Bug melts into the ugly doll, twisting and wriggling out eyes, nose, and ears, becoming like Klein. Moretti.

At this point, no longer concealing, nor could he conceal, Charatou took out a black shroud and suddenly wrapped up the Klein doll!

In the whole utopia, the "spiritual thread" of all secret couples is broken at the same time, and can no longer connect the Noumenon.

It's not that there's something wrong with them, but that the ontology is isolated from them.

In an instant, the watchmen in the police station, the guests in the hotel, Trish and the thieves in the detention room, Anderson, Alesu and other citizens in different houses stopped breathing and became stiff at the same time.

Whether they were sleeping or doing something else, it was as if the pause button was pressed at this moment.

Klein at the bottom of St. Arianne's Cathedral awoke to know that an accident had indeed come.

He did not hesitate, but as soon as he turned his mind, he was about to return to the "source fortress" and use the status and strength of the king of angels to confront the enemies who had come to the surface and had not yet come to the surface.

This is the best choice in the current situation.

Even if he fails to protect the body, Klein still has a chance to be resurrected.

At this time, his floating consciousness encountered an invisible, dark barrier, and it was difficult to penetrate the past and enter the source fortress.

This. As soon as Klein was in a tight spirit, he thought that the enemy might be more troublesome than he thought.

He doesn't know much about the existence of high positions as soon as he goes back to "Source Castle" without ritual.

The next moment, the huge trees poured with sticky oil had reached the sky above St. Arianne's Cathedral.

In addition, a deep and majestic voice echoed one after another:

"it is forbidden to roam here!

"Transmission is prohibited here!

"."

Klein was not dominated by emotion, and seeing that he could not return to the source fortress for a moment, he immediately changed his strategy and jumped into the fog of history.

As soon as the gray fog caught his eye, it turned into a whirlpool of countless transparent worms, which extended into smooth, strangely patterned tentacles.

Unlike in the past, the whirlpool exudes a strong suction, allowing Klein's figure to accelerate past, entangled by countless tentacles.

The law of aggregation with extraordinary characteristics!

The law of aggregation of the extraordinary characteristics between angels!

In a subtle flash of light, Klein, who is firmly controlled by the mythological form of Zaratu, becomes a paper man.

This is not only the angel-level application of "paper man double", but also the help of "grafting".

Although Klein can not return to the "source fortress", but can influence the "spirit bugs" on duty above the gray fog, let them photograph the "curtain" to provide help.

After avoiding the fatal blow of Zaratu, Klein ran into the fog of history and fled to the old city before the first century.

At this time, many long-dead secret puppets in Utopia lost the maintenance of the "spiritual line", or their flesh and blood decayed rapidly, or their limbs fell one after another, or were affected by their own extraordinary characteristics, there were all kinds of changes, incarnated into different forms, beyond the imagination of the terrorist monster.

They swallowed their heads, some left only a mass of wriggling flesh, and some grew dense eyes.

Soon, Klein rushed to the old city in the fog of history.

This is a reliable safe house for him, because human beings are not eligible to enter until "ancient scholars" are added to history.

Without hesitation, Klein habitually looked around and began to pray to the "Night Goddess" on the layers of urban ruins.

Poof!

With a slight noise, an old, bloodstained cross stake pierced Klein's heart from behind.

A figure was sketched behind him, a cold man in a half-tall silk bowler hat and a black trench coat.

German. Sparrow .

Klein's pupils dilated, and the crazy adventurer said in a low voice:

"Adam gave me humanity."