Chapter 736 Miracle
"A new 'Black Emperor'?"
Mr. "Door" was stunned for a moment, as if he was lost in a long-lost memory. After a while, he came back to his senses and nodded gently to Roselle:
"Are you Roselle Gustav?"
"I didn't expect you to get rid of the pollution of the 'Original Moon' in this way. It's very courageous."
"After the high sequence, dying once is indeed the best way to solve your own problems. In this regard, the 'Miracle Masters' have a great advantage."
After sighing for a while, he returned to Roselle's question:
"When you and I established contact, I was almost completely contaminated by the 'Original Moon'. Only rarely could I recover a little bit of sanity. Most of the time I didn't even know what I said to you."
"I know, but unfortunately, I found out too late." Roselle shook his head and sighed, and then ended the topic:
"Hurry up and start. I can't leave the star realm for too long, or the guy who is approaching the star realm ruler will find some abnormalities and make some guesses."
As he spoke, the brass book in his hand was already filled with dense silver-white words. He began to flip to the first half of the page, and golden laws emerged:
"This place is suitable for digesting magic potions."
"This place is suitable for the return of the dead."
As the laws that modified the underlying rules appeared one after another, the "Master of Secret Puppetry" characteristics contained in Mr. "Gate" began to melt, digesting bit by bit, and he himself began to break away from the state of historical projection and evolve into a real, independent individual.
A crudely cut paper man fell from the boundless gray fog and landed directly on Mr. "Gate", grafting a state of death on him.
The breath on his body faded in an instant, and his figure became illusory and transparent, as if he was about to disappear, but he was constrained by the rules around him and could not really die and return to the pores of history.
Grayish-white dots of light emerged from His body, like little wriggling worms, and drilled into history.
Above the gray fog, Klein, who noticed this scene, breathed a sigh of relief:
"In the area of distorting and utilizing rules, the 'Black Emperor' can also achieve the same 'fraud' effect as 'Error'."
While sighing, Klein used the power of the "curtain" to graft the gray fog and the place where Mr. "Gate" was. In an instant, the gray fog above the entire "Source Castle" began to boil and surge.
"History is here and now."
Roselle, holding the Trosost brass book, chanted in a low voice, and the corresponding words appeared on the brass book.
With the appearance of this rule, the brass book in Roselle's hand fell silent as if it had exhausted its strength. He nodded to Renekton and said:
"This rule can only last for three seconds."
After speaking, His figure quickly faded and disappeared, and returned to the kingdom of God in the astral realm.
Above the gray fog, Klein had already used his extraordinary characteristics to pre-empt a miracle of resurrection from the dead.
During the period when history and the present overlapped, transparent insects continued to emerge from the mist of history and gathered into the body of Mr. "Door", whose figure had become faint and transparent.
Mr. "Door"'s figure quickly solidified, and a layer of illusory doors gathered by bright starlight emerged around him, reflecting in his eyes, stabilizing his aura and stopping at the level of Sequence 3.
At this moment, Klein felt a strong feedback from helping others realize their wishes, which greatly increased the digestion progress of the "Miracle Master" potion in his body. He only needed the last bit to completely digest it.
This was not feedback from the members of the Abraham family, but Mr. Door's wish. As his thoughts floated, he heard Mr. Door's words:
"Getting rid of pollution and madness has been my strongest and only wish for a long time."
"As a 'miracle master', you should have felt this feedback and digested a large part of the potion."
Klein finished grafting the gray fog and casually threw out a paper man, letting it fall in front of Mr. Door, thereby bringing down part of his will.
Paper Man Klein stretched out his hand and pulled in the void, and a wall inlaid with a fireplace, floor, sofa, and crystal chandelier appeared out of thin air.
Paper Man Klein stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation and said, "You may still have many doubts. Let's sit down and talk."
"Okay." Mr. Door nodded and found a red single sofa nearby to sit down.
Before Klein could speak, He smiled and sighed:
"Although you are still only a 'Miracle Master', you have already mastered and understood the path of 'The Fool' very deeply. At least in my opinion, your operation just now is no worse than that of Antigonus in the past."
"Through the use and fraud of the rules, I will not return directly to the historical pore after death, so that my existence has a cornerstone, and then my spirit, will, and emotions are grafted onto the characteristics of the 'Master of Secret Puppetry', and a miracle is prepaid so that its resurrection after death can become the real me."
"This way of using the rules reminds me of Amon. This is very much in His style."
Klein nodded slightly, his eyes swept over Renekton who was sitting quietly beside him. I only thought of this operation after being reminded. I can only say that some people understand my path better than I do. After muttering in his heart, Klein continued, "I don't have any extra miracle worker traits. You need to find them yourself, complete the ritual, and then contain them."
"That's no problem." Mr. "Gate" nodded slightly. After a slight pause, he continued to ask, "I want to know, what price did the Abrahams pay for this?"
"Everyone's wishes, and the ownership of two level 0 seals for a period of time."
"For the rest, I need you to help me fight Amon. He is already a true god of both the 'error' and the 'gate'. Before I become a true 'fool', it will be difficult for me to compete with him."
Klein spoke of his current predicament without hiding anything.
"No problem." Mr. "Gate" nodded, and then looked at Renekton again.
Feeling Mr. "Door"'s gaze, Renekton smiled and said,
"My requirements remain unchanged. As the end of the world approaches, the problem of shortage of manpower becomes more and more obvious. I need manpower to stabilize the situation while promoting social development. The progress of civilization will give me substantial power, which is very important to me."
While speaking, he directly transmitted the corresponding information to Mr. "Door"'s mind, which was a faster and more concise communication than words.
After a brief silence to digest the information, Mr. Door nodded solemnly and said,
"It looks tiring, but for someone who has been trapped in darkness and storms for thousands of years, frequent interactions with people are also a pleasant thing."
After a brief exchange of ideas, Mr. Door stood up and saluted solemnly to Klein and Rekton, and then said,
"I need to go back to the Abraham family first to deal with the follow-up of this matter."
"Having lost my uniqueness and the status of an angel, I need to change my honorific name, otherwise the prayers directed at me may be stolen by Amon."
As the voice fell, pieces of bright starlight flew out of the void, quickly forming an illusory door, which included Mr. Door's figure and disappeared in an instant.
The Abraham family, Lawrence and his men had just taken out the two Level 0 seals in the family's hands, and were ready to let Lawrence, who had the highest sequence, deliver them to the hands of Fors.
Before the elders left, countless stars emerged from all directions, quickly converging to form a starry door.
A middle-aged man dressed in a classical aristocratic style, with a stern face and blue eyes, walked out of the starlight door.
His eyes paused for a long time on the elders of the Abraham family, and then he exhaled heavily and said:
"Send a message to the family members scattered around the world. I'm back. You don't have to hide your identity or scatter around."
"If there are people who want to maintain the current stable status quo, respect their opinions, but keep some attention. As the end of the world approaches, various extraordinary events will become more and more. As Abraham, it is difficult to completely avoid this potential risk."
"Ancestor. You. You are really resurrected!"
The first to react was Verdu Garcia, who was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He looked unexcited, and looked at Mr. "Door" in front of him with some vigilance, as if he had walked out of the portrait preserved by the family.
The mystical connection derived from blood made it easy for him to determine that the person in front of him belonged to the Abraham family, but his long-term vigilant life made him maintain a certain degree of suspicion.
Mr. "Gate" nodded gently and said:
"Yes, if you need to confirm, you can recite my honorable name, but only now."
"My authority and characteristics have been stolen by Amon. He may not care too much about these now, but if someone keeps reciting my honorable name, He will notice it and look at me in accordance with the prayer."
"I understand." Verdu Garcia nodded frequently, and looked at Lawrence and others behind him with a hidden look, then clasped his hands together, placed them in front of his mouth and nose, closed his eyes and prayed in a low voice:
"The great Gate of Ten Thousand Doors, the guide of the endless starry sky, the key to all mysterious worlds."
As the last paragraph fell, a pure and flickering starry sky suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the figure of Mr. "Gate" emerged among the starlight.
He subconsciously opened his eyes, and the figure emerging from the starlight overlapped with Mr. "Gate" in front of him. They were the same person!
Verdu Garcia looked at Mr. Door in front of him with great excitement, and his voice suddenly choked up:
"Ancestor, you are finally back!" Chapter 737 The Truth of the Curse
Looking at the Abrahams in front of him whose eyes suddenly turned red and their voices became choked, Mr. "Door" sighed deeply:
"Yes, I'm back."
"I'm not a qualified head of the family. The biggest crisis of the family was brought by me. If someone doesn't want to return to the identity of Abraham because of this, I don't have any objection. They can keep their current wealth and spend the last period of time in peace and happiness."
Lawrence and other Abrahams shook their heads and answered one after another:
"No, no one will blame you or resent you for this. This is not what you want. We all know the reason."
"At most, at most, I just feel a little sad about the unfairness of fate."
Mr. "Door" sighed lightly and shook his head, his tone seemed particularly heavy:
"You don't know all the reasons. The 'knowledgeable' deleted some of the information, but I think every member of the Abraham family has the right to know the truth, the part that does not involve too much danger."
After a two-second pause, Mr. "Door" continued:
"The mumbling during the full moon comes from my cry in the depths of darkness and storm, but it is not entirely due to the influence of pollution, it also has some of my own will."
"As Abraham, who has the deepest connection with me, you are the most likely to establish a connection with me, be polluted and bewitched by me, and rely on the family's heritage to rescue me from the depths of darkness and storm."
"This is not the salvation of the family, but the beginning of a disaster."
"Once I return to reality after being polluted, my authority will become the key for the 'original moon' to invade this world, and let the end of the world come directly."
The expressions on the faces of Lawrence and other Abrahams froze and their looks became dazed. They seemed to be trying hard to digest the information and find reasons to convince themselves.
After a long silence, Lawrence asked,
"So, the family is troubled by the whispers, not only because of your madness and self-rescue after being contaminated, but also to prevent family members from establishing contact with you and bringing danger to the world as a protective measure?"
Mr. "Door" nodded slightly, his tone lighter, and said with deep guilt,
"Yes, but such sacrifices do not need to be borne by you. I selfishly made a choice for all the Abrahams."
After a long silence, Lawrence suddenly laughed,
"If I knew the truth from the beginning, I might hesitate and struggle, but in the end I would agree with your approach, ancestor."
"At least, I know that our sacrifices for thousands of years are meaningful. Even if no one knows, we have protected the entire world."
Above the gray fog, relying on the connection that Mr. "Door" had not yet cut off, Klein also saw this scene.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly sighed and laughed.
After laughing for a long time, he stopped and looked at Renekton's historical projection, then asked:
"Did you know this from the beginning?"
Renekton nodded slightly and said, "Almost. Although I didn't see the specific information, I can infer a general idea."
Klein nodded and said with emotion:
"I suddenly thought of a sentence: This world is broken, but there are always people repairing it."
"Isn't this the human nature we have?"
"I seem to be less confused suddenly. I found some reasons to fight against Amon besides for myself."
Renekton looked at Klein with some surprise, and saw the other party's determined eyes. He chuckled and said:
"I have a hunch that Amon will not be able to beat you in the future."
As soon as the voice fell, several illusory stars suddenly expanded and contracted above the gray fog, spreading out circles of deep red ripples.
Layered prayers echoed around. They came from the God-forsaken Land, from the residents of Moon City and Silver City.
After listening to the prayer for a while, Klein turned his head to look at Renekton's historical projection and found that the other party had withdrawn his consciousness.
"It's moving pretty fast." Klein sighed casually, and stretched out his hand to call for the black "curtain", which turned into a cloak and draped over his body.
Then he began to respond to the prayers of the residents of Moon City, and transferred them to Silver City in response to their wishes, and then transferred all of them out of the God-Forsaken Land and brought them to the Rhoside Archipelago.
After paying attention to them for a while, he saw that the people of Silver City and Moon City were carrying out the construction of the city in an orderly manner, so he retracted his gaze.
"The feedback from helping the Abraham family and the residents of Silver City and Moon City to realize their wishes is very strong. My 'Miracle Master' potion has been basically digested, and the remaining part may be completely digested at any time. Next, I can prepare the 'Secret Servant' ritual."
While whispering to himself, Klein let the cloak on his body fall back into the gray fog in the corner, and then his figure disappeared directly above the gray fog.
The top of a hundred-meter-high building made of steel, concrete, crystal and glass in Myris, the "God-given City" of Southern Intis. There were many plants planted here, trimmed into various strange shapes, like a sky garden.
On the terrace next to the garden, Roselle and Renekton sat on a long sofa, each holding a game controller in their hands, and in front of them was a crystal display screen, on which a strange video was playing.
While shaking the controller vigorously, Roselle exclaimed:
"It is worthy of being the embodiment of knowledge and technology. It is so easy to restore the game console and monitor."
"I will let Bonova simplify and promote these things, so that games will be popular in the world. This is what young people should play."
On the other side, Bernadette, who was no longer surprised by this scene, came over and said:
"Then you need to find someone to take over Bonova's affairs first. He now does more work in a day than in a month in the Steam Church."
Roselle nodded, turned his gaze to Renekton and said:
"Can't such a big Moss Ascetic Order find a few people who can work?"
Renekton put down the game controller in his hand, leaned back on the sofa, shrugged and said:
"Half of Bonova's affairs have nothing to do with the church. You were lazy and threw them to him."
"Besides, I have already informed Mr. 'Door' that he will bring people from the Abraham family to share the affairs of the church. Shouldn't you also expand the number of people in the House of Representatives?"
Roselle's mouth twitched, and he said speechlessly:
"I've been dead for hundreds of years and just resurrected. How can I have any connections? I only have a pair of children, and they still need to work for you!"
"If it weren't for my appeal in Intis, we wouldn't even be able to gather the official staff to maintain the normal operation of South Intis."
Hearing Roselle's complaints, Bernadette thoughtfully said:
"Father, Cattleya is already a Sequence Three Saint. I can ask her for help and take charge of some affairs at sea."
While the few people were talking, countless starlight poured out from the void and quickly constructed an illusory door. Mr. "Door" and Lawrence and other members of the Abraham Family Elders Council appeared directly in the rooftop garden.
After a brief moment of astonishment, Mr. Door recovered the fastest. He looked at Renekton and Roselle sitting in front of the crystal display, and exclaimed in surprise:
"The style of this city is somewhat out of tune with the current era. My intuition tells me that it should have appeared hundreds or even thousands of years later, rather than in this steam-dominated era."
"Even though I have seen many civilizations in the universe, not many can develop technology to this point."
Mr. Door's words made Roselle curious and asked:
"Are civilizations in the universe mainly developing technology, or are they gathering extraordinary characteristics?"
Mr. Door shook his head with a complicated look:
"We are just a special case. Most worlds with life do not have too many extraordinary characteristics, or even none. An angel is a very rare existence in the entire universe."
"Of course, this does not mean that it is safe to travel in the universe after becoming an angel. On the contrary, for angels, the empty
and dead universe is more dangerous because they are no longer restricted by the environment and can touch more things." Roselle and Mr. "Gate" did not discuss this topic in depth. There were also members of the Abraham family with lower sequences present. Knowing too much information about the starry sky was also a potential danger for them.
After the greetings, Renekton reached out and took out several vertical eye ornaments carved from crystal from the void, and distributed them to Mr. "Gate" and the members of the Abraham family he brought with him.
"This is a portable signal receiving device that allows you to establish contact with the World Tree anytime and anywhere. There are detailed explanations and information about this city, which can help you quickly familiarize yourself with this city and adapt to life here."
Mr. "Gate" nodded, reached out to take the ornament, and infused some spirituality into it.
A clear light suddenly bloomed in the vertical eye carved from the crystal, and a large amount of information poured out from it, establishing a wonderful connection with Mr. "Gate"'s mental body.
Behind him, the members of the Abraham family also imitated Mr. "Gate"'s movements and infused spirituality into the vertical eye-shaped ornaments.
Soon, Mr. "Gate" ended the experience and said thoughtfully:
"This is very similar to the spiritual sharing of the Star Empire. It is an extraordinary and huge force in the universe. They welcome everyone to join, without any threshold, and claim to be inclusive of everything."
"The spirits of all the creatures who join the Star Empire will be integrated together, forming a whole. It is magical and terrifying. I once suspected that the Star Empire itself is a creature in the spiritual realm, and all the joiners have become part of it, but I have not verified it. The intuition of the 'astrologer' makes me subconsciously stay away from them."
"Oh, I'm going too far. This connection method based on information is relatively safe, and it effectively avoids the pollution caused by direct interaction between spiritual bodies. It is a very genius idea." Chapter 738 Utopia
Near the coast of the sea northeast of the Hornachis Mountains, a city of medium size rose from the ground overnight.
Inside the city, on the dark streets, beside the towering clock tower, inside the quiet church, in the steam train station, and on the dock, one after another, figures emerged.
They were wearing clothes that matched the current fashion, and their faces showed expressions of sadness or joy one after another. They were immersed in their respective roles, as if they had lived in this newly appeared city for a long time.
Just as a trace of fish belly white appeared in the sky, several meteors quietly slid down.
Silently, the information in the city became active, constantly interacting with the surroundings and the spirit world, interweaving an unclear imprint in the spirit world.
In the center of the city, in the basement of a church belonging to the night, Klein held a dim lantern and leaned against the corner with a slightly tired look.
After a pause, he reached out and dragged out two projections from the historical pores, belonging to Roselle and Renekton.
After a short silence, Renekton and Roselle's historical projections became vivid one after another, controlled by their own consciousness.
Roselle looked around casually, and the situation of the city was taken into his eyes. He smiled, then looked at Klein and said,
"Why not put the city in South Intis? There are two true gods watching there. Even if Amon has become a 'mistake' now, it is difficult for him to cause trouble under our noses."
Klein stretched out his hand to rub his forehead, and said with a sleepy tone:
"Whether it is Amon or Zaratul, they are very good at hiding themselves. If they don't actively expose themselves, it will be difficult for you who stay in the astral realm to find them." "
Moreover, once they find the secret doll town I created, they will inevitably create the greatest chaos and destroy my rituals as much as possible. This is likely to affect the surrounding areas. It is better to choose a deserted place. Anyway, I can rely on the ability of grafting to connect the secret doll city with various places."
"Huh~ I need to rest now, I need to sleep. I have separated a large number of spirit insects and written scripts for them. I play so many roles at the same time. I feel that my mind may be separated at any time."
"You're too anxious." Renekton commented, and then continued: "I have strengthened the information exchange between this place and the spirit world, and it will form a corresponding area in the spirit world more quickly."
Russell followed up:
"Build a church of my own here, and I will distort the rules here and give your puppets some living characteristics, which can also speed up the process of forming a city in the spirit world."
Klein nodded: "Thank you."
After finishing the maintenance of the historical projection, he yawned and walked out of the church underground and came to the streets of the city. The
dawn sun has been shining, and the people scattered in the town have gradually returned to their places.
The breakfast shop on the street has already been emitting hot white smoke, and the roar of the steam train can be heard from the west of the city. The city has welcomed its first batch of visitors.
Klein made the lantern in his hand disappear, raised his hand to press down the half-high silk hat on his head, and approached the steam train station in the west. He wanted to participate in the daily life of the city as a visitor.
In a brand new steam train station in the west of the city, a steam-spouting train slowly stopped. After a while, people began to get off the train one after another.
Darrell unconsciously tightened the leather handbag he was holding with his right hand, lowered the brim of his hat with his other hand, and walked to the platform with the crowd in a low-key manner.
He looked at the word written in Intis on the platform with some doubt: Utopia.
Whether it was the Intis words that could be seen everywhere around him or the bright yellow architectural style, they all said that this place belonged to Intis, not Loen.
His expression seemed a little confused, and there was a flash of panic, but it was quickly covered up.
As an extraordinary person, he had a better understanding of this world, and knew that there were many dangers hidden under the calm surface of this world, and knew that he might have encountered a mysterious event now.
It was really unlucky. Since I became an extraordinary person by coincidence in the previous war, I seem to always encounter such things. Although most of the time I was just on the edge and just happened to pass by, it was too unlucky.
As his thoughts floated through his mind, he heard the complaint of a middle-aged gentleman dressed as an Intis noble next to him:
"Utopia? Will this steam train pass through this station? Moreover, we were in Loen last night, so why are we back to Intis today?"
Next to this gentleman, a young man with a strong scholarly temperament, wearing brass-rimmed glasses, with light blue eyes, golden hair that was slightly messy and a look of contemplation, looked around and chuckled and said:
"Since we are here, why not go to the city and take a look?"
"The steam train has broken down now, and we have to stay here for at least a day."
Listening to the conversation between the middle-aged gentleman and the young scholar next to him, Darrell sighed with a hint of sarcasm in his heart:
What a naive young man, still thinking about traveling in a strange city at this time, and not noticing the current weird situation at all. But this is normal. I was so naive half a year ago. After all, who would have thought that there were so many horrors hidden beneath the surface of the peaceful world? Gathering his thoughts, Darrell turned his body and kindly reminded:
"When I bought the ticket at the Southwell Steam Locomotive Station, I didn't see that there was a place called Utopia in the station that this train passed through. Moreover, we came to Intis from Loon in one go, which is too weird."
The middle-aged gentleman smiled and nodded at Darrell, and then explained with the reasons he could think of:
"Perhaps, the driver of the steam locomotive drove on the wrong track last night and entered a road that has not yet been officially opened. This station looks very new and there are not many people yet, which is in line with the appearance of a station that has just been built and not yet officially operated."
The train driver would not make such a low-level mistake. Even if the train driver drove on the wrong track, we could not have come to Intis from Southwell County south of Loon in one night. This is not an airship. Thoughts flashed through his mind one by one, and Darrell became more determined in his idea that there was a big problem with this city or this steam locomotive station.
He was still thinking about what he should do and how to avoid possible dangers when he heard the middle-aged gentleman reaching out his hand to him and said,
"My name is Charles, from South Intis. This is Raymond, a scholar from Lenburg who is traveling around. We plan to go to this city to take a look. Does he want to come with us?"
"Of course." Darrell smiled and nodded.
After the words fell, he came back to his senses. Why did I agree? I clearly wanted to refuse. I have been influenced unconsciously? Or is there something wrong with the two people I met before tomorrow? Are they also extraordinary people? Well, have I seen these two people on the train?
Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, and Darrell's body had already followed Charles and Raymond to the outside of the steam train station.
Behind them, many people chose to temporarily enter the city for their own reasons and planned to rest here for a while.
As soon as they walked out of the steam train station, they smelled the aroma of food in the air.
Gurgle~
Darrell's stomach made a protest sound at the right time. Feeling the eyes cast by the people around him, he lowered his head in embarrassment.
It's all because we had dinner too early yesterday. Well, the food here is also delicious.
The middle-aged gentleman who called himself Charles smiled and suggested:
"Hey, let's find a store to have some breakfast. Dinner was too early yesterday, and now I need to replenish some energy."
"No problem." Darrell nodded without hesitation and agreed to Charles's proposal. The hunger in his stomach and the aroma of food in the air made him temporarily let go of some of his vigilance here.
The three of them walked all the way and came to a breakfast shop at the end of this street. There was already a person sitting here enjoying breakfast.
He faced the three people sideways, with soft features and no expression on his face. He was wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and trousers of the same color. On the table in front of him was a half-high silk hat and a breakfast that looked delicious.
Darrell frowned slightly and looked at the person who was eating breakfast with some hesitation. He always felt that the other person looked familiar, but for a moment he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
"What do you need?" A chubby man walked out of the restaurant.
The man, who was covered with thick sweat hair and wore overalls and a coarse cloth apron, and had the sleeves of his white shirt wrapped around his elbows, came closer and asked the three people in fluent Loenese.
Raymond, who was wearing brass-rimmed glasses, raised his hand and pointed at the figure eating at the table on the other side, and said in a calm and gentle tone:
"Just like him."
"No problem, a classic set meal, sir, please take a seat first, breakfast will be ready soon."
The man greeted Raymond warmly and looked at Charles and Darrel at the same time.
Charles looked at the chubby restaurant owner in front of him with a meaningful look, and said with a smile:
"I want the most luxurious breakfast here, don't worry about whether I can finish it, I don't need this little money."
"Cough~cough~" The young man who was eating breakfast at another table suddenly coughed twice.
Charles, who had always maintained his gentlemanly temperament, turned his head to look at the figure on the other side, tilted his neck, and said loudly:
"I, Charles, am rich!"
"Haha" Raymond supported the edge of the table with both hands, while trying to hold back his laughter, he said: "Sorry, I couldn't help it, you guys continue."
Darrell looked at this scene in a daze. He had never expected that the middle-aged gentleman who had always been very graceful with him would suddenly become a nouveau riche, and the other one also lost the usual calmness of a scholar. Chapter 739 Showing off
After a long while, the somewhat chubby restaurant owner looked at Darrell again and asked,
"Sir, what do you need for breakfast?"
The owner's expression seemed to be a little forbearing, and his tone was no longer as polite as before.
Darrell was stunned for a moment, and quickly came back to his senses, pointing to the young man who was enjoying breakfast and said, "Just the same as him, a standard set meal."
"Okay, please wait."
The chubby owner quickly returned to the back of the restaurant, and Darrell felt that his back seemed to have a sense of fleeing.
Shaking his head, he retracted his gaze and prepared to sit down and wait for breakfast. During this process, he happened to catch a glimpse of the man who was quietly enjoying breakfast, and his movements suddenly froze.
Because of the angle, he just happened to see the other person's face, which was highly consistent with the portrait he had seen in a newspaper.
"German Sparrow!" He couldn't control his emotions and exclaimed in surprise.
The young man who was enjoying breakfast suddenly stopped and glanced at Darrell expressionlessly.
The latter seemed to feel the terrifying pressure of a storm and suddenly fell into the chair behind him, with an expression of fear still frozen on his face.
Raymond lifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, glanced at Darrell, chuckled and said:
"You are not a pirate, and you don't have a bounty, why are you so afraid of him?"
"He is the most powerful adventurer known in the five seas. Even the pirate generals have hunted more than one."
Darrell explained while swallowing the saliva secreted from his mouth. His words suddenly stopped, and he looked at Raymond in disbelief, and pondered:
"You recognized him at the beginning?"
After a pause, thinking of the abnormal behavior of the two just now, he suddenly realized something, organized his words and asked again:
"You. Know him?"
The middle-aged gentleman Charles stretched out his hand and pressed it in front of him, motioning Darrell to sit down, and then smiled and said:
"Who hasn't heard of the title of the strongest adventurer in the five seas? In South Intis, pirates have almost become a new profession. It is the dream of all young adventurers."
"Why?" Darrell asked the question very cooperatively.
"Because the eldest daughter of Emperor Roselle, the eldest princess of our South Intis, Her Highness Bernadette, is the 'Mysterious Queen' of the sea, and the first Duke of our South Intis, His Highness Nast, is also the King of the Five Seas."
"This kind of pirate with his own perseverance and morality is respected by everyone in South Intis. Which young man doesn't want to join the 'Dawn' or the 'Black Emperor' now?"
The chubby restaurant owner answered Darrell's question with full energy. He held a wooden tray in one hand, looking proud.
While speaking, he had already placed two identical breakfasts in front of Raymond and Darrell respectively.
The hot air mixed with the aroma of the roasted food broke into Darrell's nose, and Darrell felt his stomach growling again. He stopped chatting, regardless of whether the man was really a crazy adventurer, and took a bite of the pancake on the plate.
Darrell's eyes lit up at the crispy and tender texture and the well-seasoned meat filling. He took two more bites and exclaimed while eating:
"This is definitely the best pie I have ever eaten!"
"Haha, of course. This is my exclusive secret recipe. I developed it based on Deasey pie and the most distinctive local barbecue."
The chubby restaurant owner also laughed when he heard someone praising his food.
On the other side of the table, Charles, a middle-aged gentleman who had not yet had his breakfast, was not in a hurry. With a smile on his face, he asked the restaurant owner about other topics:
"Ben, does your Utopia also belong to South Intis?"
The chubby restaurant owner nodded repeatedly and said,
"Of course, the Court of Inquiry is in the center of the city. If you have nothing to do, you can go and visit it. It is the most gorgeous and magnificent building in the entire Utopia."
"I will." Charles nodded and continued to ask very familiarly,
"Besides the Court of Inquiry, do you have anything else to recommend? Our steam train has broken down and we will probably have to stay here for one or two days."
The restaurant's wife replied thoughtfully,
"You can go to the bar at the dock for a drink. If you are lucky, you may be able to taste Sonia blood wine."
"As for the rest, Utopia is just an ordinary small city. There are not so many famous or special things."
"Well, it seems that I had too high expectations." Charles sighed, and then said, "You don't have any extra employees in your store, right? You are chatting with me here, not going to prepare my breakfast?"
Darrell looked at the gentle middle-aged gentleman Charles, and then looked at the store manager who walked away leisurely. He always felt that they were like good friends chatting, not customers and store managers.
In Darrell's sight, Klein, who maintained the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow, sat down at the dining table, and looked at Charles and Raymond sitting on both sides of the table expressionlessly, saying:
"Why did you two come here with the steam train?"
Russell, who had maintained the appearance of the middle-aged gentleman Charles, smiled and said:
"Isn't your utopia short of outsiders? We are two high-quality populations." "." Klein used his face to express his current speechlessness.
After a moment of silence, he continued, "Don't tease my secret doll."
After leaving this sentence, his figure quickly faded and disappeared in the restaurant.
With Klein's departure, Darrell, who was still in the historical scene a few minutes ago, returned to reality. He rubbed his abdomen without noticing. He was a little full after eating this breakfast.
Burp~ I'm so full, I feel like I ate two breakfasts by myself. Darrell muttered to himself in his heart and glanced around. He found that the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow had left at some point.
After a pause, he looked at the middle-aged gentleman Charles on his left with some hesitation, and asked:
"Mr. Charles, when did the adventurer, German Sparrow, leave?"
"Just now. If you chase him now, you may still see him on the corner of the street."
While speaking, Charles got up from the bench and walked out of the store, saying as he walked:
"Let's go to the dock to have a look. Although it is not as good as the Ormier red wine, it is still good to drink Sonia blood wine."
Darrell scratched his head and asked in confusion:
"Ah? Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
"Didn't we finish it?"
Charles looked at Darrell and asked back with a smile, which made Darrell even more confused. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.
Muttering a few words in a low voice, he tried to recall his memory just now, and found that there was indeed a scene of three people having breakfast together, and the middle-aged gentleman Charles was eating a luxurious set meal.
When did my memory become so bad? He hesitated in his heart, and soon he put aside his doubts, ignored the discord along the way, and readily agreed to Charles' invitation.
On the dock of Utopia, a huge sailboat slowly approached, with an eye without eyelashes painted on the high sail, and four stars surrounding the eye.
Darrell and his three friends, who had just arrived at the dock and had not had time to find the tavern, saw this particularly eye-catching sailboat at a glance.
Darrell stared at the approaching sailboat in a daze, and said as if coming to his senses every time he was shocked:
"This is the 'Future' of the 'Queen of Stars'!"
"I have seen news about this new pirate king in many newspapers officially issued by Loen. It is said that she became the pirate king in the previous war between Intis and the Southern Continent."
"There are also rumors that this pirate king has joined Southern Intis. It seems that it is not strange that her fleet appears here. That is, are we too unlucky to meet a crazy adventurer while having breakfast, and to meet the 'Future' of the 'Queen of Stars' docking when we come to the dock for a drink."
Raymond, who was wearing brass-rimmed glasses, smiled, and then said, "Maybe it's an opportunity, just like what is written in the biographical novel."
Darrell smiled and said in the tone of an experienced person:
"Haha, do you serious scholars also read biographical novels? What is described in those novels is just the author's imagination, don't take it seriously."
While the few people were talking, the "Future" had already completed the docking. A bright starlight bloomed from the deck, spreading all the way to the dock, condensing into a long transparent bridge with bright starlight.
Darrell was shocked by this scene and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Is this the method of the pirate king?"
The middle-aged gentleman-like Charles casually glanced at the "Future" not far away, and said in a calm tone:
"Of course not, it's just a long bridge condensed by starlight, which is far from the pirate king. There is nothing to envy. When your sequence is higher, you can also have the means to control ice and fire." "
Sequence? Sure enough, you who can meet Gehrman Sparrow are also extraordinary people."
Darrell sighed with some surprise but not much surprise, and accepted this fact very quickly.
After a pause, he asked hesitantly, "It sounds like you know which path of Beyonder I am from?"
Ciel raised his right hand and extended three fingers, saying,
"First, your steps are very light, not like an adult male at all, and you look even weaker than a stunted little girl."
"Second, you habitually put yourself in the shadows, or close to the shadows, which is a habit of an 'assassin'."
"Third, you have good eloquence, and give people a sense of reliability and approachability, which perfectly fits the characteristics of an 'instigator'."
"In summary, we can easily determine that you are a Sequence 8 'instigator', and the kind that doesn't have a good grasp of potions."