章 38: chapter 38
Chapter 178 Forsi, you can go very far!
Chapter 178 Forsi, you can go far!
"Teacher..."
"Oh, I can't be considered your teacher, I can only be regarded as your guide."
Before the hospital bed, Lawrence was already very angry and his face was pale.
His days are numbered.
In fact, it would have been a huge amount of perseverance to last until now, if it weren't for Forsi...
Lawrence looked at the ceiling, with a smile on his lips.
"Forsi, there is no need to be sad for me. My life may have come to an end, but my knowledge and thoughts will continue to be passed on through you. This is my greatest luck."
He seemed to have regained some strength, and his eyes were filled with light. , stood up and looked at Forsi with a smile.
"Child, I have one last wish. Can you help me realize it?"
"What wish?"
Forsi stopped her emotions and avoided showing a sad expression -
the old man herself was so cheerful, she shouldn't use such emotions to influence the other party. , to let Lawrence pass away peacefully.
Lawrence smiled.
"I come from the Abrahamic family, which was once a great but now sad family." "
I once thought that I might die in the cemetery of my family, but now it seems that I am more likely to die in this hotel."
His expression was very calm, facing death very calmly.
Then.
He took out a book.
To be precise, it's not a book, but a palm-sized notebook. The cardboard cover is copper-green and looks very old.
On its cover is a passage written in ancient Fusac language.
"I come, I see, I record."
Lawrence breathed.
He placed the notebook on the quilt beside his hand, very close to Forsi.
"Forsi, can you help me send it to Pulitzer Harbor?"
"Plitzport is not far away. You can even go back and forth on the same day by steam train. I will definitely help you deliver it."
Forsi replied solemnly.
Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, then smiled: "Forsi, after I die, you don't need to take my body home."
"My body will emit luminous objects, which are the extraordinary skills of the Sequence 7 astrologers." Characteristics, you take it with the ashes and notes to Pulitzer Harbor to find..."
Lawrence rambled, and finally, he smiled, "Dorian will help you become an astrologer, and will teach you to become a true astrologer. Astrologer."
"No, Mr. Lawrence, I don't want anything. You have helped me enough."
Forsi said sincerely.
She had breezed through every study session for the past three or four weeks relying on Lawrence's knowledge.
not only that.
Lawrence's teachings complemented her understanding of apprentices and magic masters, and now she is a very qualified magic master.
and.
She was done digesting.
As long as the potion is in place, you can immediately take the potion and become an astrologer.
Even so, she still had no idea of spying on this astrologer. That would...
be too cruel.
She thought to herself.
Lawrence shook his head.
"Don't refuse, Forsi. You are a kind boy, and you will definitely go a long way on this road." "
This is an astrologer's divination."
He smiled, then sat up with difficulty and looked at the door. outside.
"Forsi, can you get me a glass of water? I'm suddenly thirsty."
"Of course."
With tears in her eyes, Forsi stood up and took the water glass to pour water. But when she reached the door, she suddenly sensed something and turned back quickly. .
Strong spiritual fluctuations came from the room.
She didn't go in immediately, but closed the door and stood outside with the kettle in hand without going anywhere.
She realized what the other person was thinking.
As an Abrahamic family, the "curse" is something that cannot be avoided.
Lawrence was not afraid of death, but he was afraid of becoming such a terrible monster, so he chose to commit suicide on his deathbed.
This is the last dignity of a rational and wise person.
Forsi looked out the window in the corridor. A waning moon happened to hang on the window.
Mr. Hermit, can the curse on the Abrahamic family be lifted?
...
The solution is certainly possible, but Mr. Hermit certainly cannot do it now.
The hermit at this moment is busy understanding the life of "Egg White", who was born in the Fusac Empire.
Therefore, he is taller, has blond hair, and does not look like a scholar at all.
Roy needs to understand the other person's life and have a deep and thorough understanding of the other person's behavior and habits.
for example.
He likes reading, walking faster, drinking jasmine tea, etc.
After studying carefully for a day, Roy basically mastered Egg White's habits.
His new identity is that of a scholar who came to Backlund for exchange work and as a librarian.
The workplace is Hillstown District Library.
This is the result of Roy's request.
There was a place where people who spied on secrets gathered. He planned to sneak in and take a look, so he specially asked for a special item to hide himself.
...
Hillston Library.
A burly man with blond hair got out of the car with a book in his right hand and a bag in his hand, and walked into the library very quickly.
At the front desk, a woman with chestnut hair stood up immediately and looked at the strong man in front of her with some stress.
"Hello, sir, do you need any help?"
"I am Egg White, a scholar from Lundberg."
Roy took out his identity document.
The other party took it and glanced at it, then raised her head slightly in disbelief. After looking at the photo, a smile appeared on her face.
"Mr. Egg, welcome to your arrival. I have already heard the news that you are coming." "
Haha, I understand that it is difficult for some people to believe that a scholar can be so tall. To be honest, I often want to be shorter."
Roy chuckled.
The lady at the front desk covered her mouth and chuckled: "Indeed, but your figure is in line with my understanding of the Fusak people."
"Not all Fusak people are tall, but most of them are taller."
Roy smiled, "Research has proven that this is related to our eating habits and living environment. The book "Fusac Humanities Research" has records. If you are interested, you can read it." "Thank you,
I will."
The other party thanked her sincerely, and then He gave his name.
Her name is Jennifer Mara.
The front desk guide of the library is responsible for answering visitors' questions, introducing book storage locations, etc.
The book Roy is talking about does exist.
According to her memory, it seemed to be on bookshelf No. 14 on the fourth floor...
The other person could casually name the book, which showed that he really liked reading and was knowledgeable. She sincerely admired him in her heart.
Afterwards, she chatted with the man for a few more words and found that the gentleman indeed spoke with a Lundborg accent.
The knowledge displayed by the other party was far beyond her imagination.
"Are there many scholars like you in Lundborg?"
"Very many."
Roy nodded with a smile. "That's where the great God of Knowledge and Wisdom shelters, and it's the palace of knowledge."
As he said that, he held a few words in his chest . On the front is painted a prayer gesture of the Church of Knowledge.
Jennifer showed a longing look.
"I hope to visit Lundborg one day."
"If you want to go to Lundborg, be sure to tell me and I will take you to some iconic places."
Roy smiled.
Through his voyeuristic eyes, he was able to determine that the other party was not an extraordinary person, but just an ordinary person who yearned for knowledge.
certainly.
By observing her clothing, perfume, and other habits, it seems that Miss Jennifer's background is not bad, and she uses all high-end products.
She shouldn't be short of money.
If not, she might not be able to get a job in the library.
Although it is boring, such a job is not available to anyone.
Roy chatted with her for a while and roughly figured out the situation.
His job is simple.
Correcting books with errors, and secondly, helping some readers who have doubts -
the latter is paid.
The equivalent of a paid consultant?
That's how Roy understood it.
He looked upstairs and said, "Then where should I work?"
"There will be a bulletin board on each floor. You can be on any floor of the library, but you need to be able to see the bulletin board."
Jennifer explained.
Roy nodded: "I see, are there any other literary consultants in our library?"
"Yes, Mr. Costa is good at history, Mr. Lumondo is good at languages..."
Jennifer knew all the treasures.
Roy listened quietly and memorized each name, especially the two subjects of history and language. The
Secret Peeper Path was good at memorizing and could master a large amount of language and history knowledge. He often played the role of these two subjects.
Costa.
Lumondo.
Two goals to focus on back.
Under Jennifer's guidance, he quickly adapted to his current role and work, began to wander around the library, and finally found a seat on the first floor to sit down.
From this location, you can see the bulletin board on the first floor.
He took down a book from the bookshelf and began to watch and read quietly.
The title of the book -
"Backlund Under the Dense Fog".
Being in the Hillston District at the upper entrance, it is difficult to understand the content of the text, but as a person living in the South District, he can understand it very well...
Roy read carefully and enjoyed this moment of silence.
This is a story about the industrial development of Backlund, telling the story of the former Backlund.
The book is very new.
According to Luen's edition rules, it should have been published in recent years. Roy felt that the article was written by a conservative pen.
He wrote it for a while and was about to put it back.
"The Tasok River used to flow quietly, crisscrossing the entire Backlund..."
A low voice sounded in front of him.
Roy looked up.
An old man walked over to him.
According to the etheric body observation, the other person's health is not very good.
But it's normal.
He is very old.
It's very normal to be in such a state at such an age.
What the other party said was exactly a sentence from the book.
"Old sir, have you read this book?"
"Yes, he wrote it very well. It reminds me of Backlund
in the past." The old man sat down opposite, holding an ancient book in his hand.
He coughed slightly.
Then, he looked out the window and sighed: "The sky used to be very blue, but now, what everyone often discusses when going out is the weather..." "
This is the price of industry."
Roy couldn't comment.
He had experienced similar things in his previous life.
Such a situation will arise in industry and capital. It is very difficult to contain it and needs to be contained from the top down.
but.
The one above Loen...
who aspires to be the "Black Emperor" has no time to care about these things.
"You think so too?"
"You know me?"
Roy said with a smile on his face.
The other party nodded slightly: "I saw your message on the bulletin board, Egg White, a profound scholar from Lundberg."
Roy sighed: "The development of industry and capital will have such negative consequences. It was what Emperor Russell had anticipated back then."
The old man was startled for a moment, then lowered his head: "So Emperor Russell had thought of it a long time ago?"
"He is the creator, how could he not know it if he is so smart? Have I seen it? There are few related books. Russell introduced some policies in an attempt to curb it, but later gave up."
Roy smiled slightly after speaking, "Old sir, please read first, I'm sorry."
The old man nodded lightly and said nothing.
Roy put the book back on the shelf and went to the rest of the area.
The other party is definitely not a simple "enthusiast", maybe it is a conservative party, maybe it is the author of this book.
but.
Luen's problem cannot be solved by a scholar.
Not a fool.
The same cannot be said for the hermit.
This is not a problem that can be solved by one person, otherwise Russell would not just be worried that his "creation" would become a breeding ground for evil gods.
In the evening, he left the library and went to his new residence -
as Egg White, Roy lived in the Jowood District, a residence provided by the vampires.
The air here is stronger than in the Southern District, but it is also quite limited.
In the night, Roy stood on the window sill and looked outside.
Then, he saw a figure walking under the dim moonlight.
Forth Wall.
Does she live around here?
Roy was a little surprised.
He observed for a while, watching Forsi go to another direction along the avenue, and then thought a little.
Forsi should have completely digested it.
If you can get a Sequence 7 potion, becoming a Sequence 7 will not be a problem.
I can't help in this regard.
Fortunately -
the other party already has a guide, otherwise there may be an embarrassing situation where the "hermit" cannot solve the problem.
"Everyone is getting stronger, I have to hurry up too!"
Roy sighed, then returned to the study and started to prepare a letter to Bernadette.
He planned to discuss with Bernadette first and book a "Three-Eyed Night Crow" ceremony.
It would be best if we could meet the other three-eyed night crows later. If we didn't meet them, there would be a way out.
Be prepared with both hands.
After a while, a gust of wind swept by and the letter disappeared without a trace.
Roy took off his mask and entered the mysterious palace.
Recently he has been working on "The Worm of Time."
Ever since he got the Worm of Time, Roy had been thinking about its use. He racked his brains and researched it, but in the end he couldn't find a good use for it.
It cannot be crafted into ordinary extraordinary items.
The spell...
is fine.
In the original work, Amon's Worm of Time can be made into related spells in the wrong way, but Roy obviously does not have such ability.
"If Leonard still takes the initiative to find me, he can contact Palles, but unfortunately -"
Leonard did not pray to the hermit for help at all.
It's not easy for Roy to take the initiative to seek a deal.
That damages the image of the hermit.
He put the Worm of Time aside, glanced at the star map, and prepared to return to reality after confirming that there was no prayer.
At this time, a prayer sounded.
From Forth.
(End of chapter)Chapter 179 The magic of the cold-blooded man
Chapter 179 The Magic of the Cold-blooded Man
"Great Mr. Hermit, thank you for your summons."
Forsi said respectfully.
Through emotions, Roy can understand her depression.
Forsi paused for a moment, and then continued: "Mr. Hermit, I would like to ask if it is possible to completely lift the curse of the Abraham family?"
"You do not have the price to match."
Roy said with a low smile.
Of course Forsi knew, she lowered her head and said, "I can collect the diaries to repay you later."
"Yes."
Roy said lightly.
Forsi was startled, and a glimmer of hope grew in his heart.
but.
Soon she thought of "divination".
One characteristic of divination is that
it often only provides one result, but it does not mention the development in the middle or subsequent steps, so there are endless possibilities.
Mr. Hermit's answer was the same.
It is really difficult to fully and comprehensively understand the situation in between with just the word "you".
However.
Mr. Hermit's rule is...
explanations require extra reward.
She probably couldn't afford the extra pay.
Forsi was confused for a while.
"Can you give me more hints?"
"Don't worry, it will be a better development."
Roy replied.
Forsi then breathed a sigh of relief.
At least I know the outcome.
The curse of the Abraham family can be solved in the future, and it will not end in a bad development such as "genocide".
That's pretty good.
She felt a little happier and asked quickly: "How many pages of the diary do I need to pay for?"
"No need."
Roy chuckled, "Help me collect things related to 'Roster Green' in the Abraham family."
Rost Green?
Mr. Green?
No.
no.
Mr. Green's name is the exact opposite of that.
Forsi was surprised for a while, and then quickly thought of the difference between the two, but there might be some connection between the two.
She pondered for a moment and said, "I can't guarantee that we can find relevant clues, and I have no real relationship with the Abraham family yet."
"Just do your best."
Roy responded lightly.
Forsi nodded.
The next moment, she looked up and returned to reality unconsciously.
Forsi stood up and opened the curtains.
The waning moon hangs high in the sky.
"Mr. Lawrence, I will try my best to help the Abraham family get rid of the hardship caused by the curse."
"I hope you can rest in peace."
After a moment.
Boom, boom, boom!
There's a knock on the door.
Forsi went over and opened the door, and Xio stood outside.
"Forsi, where have you been today? I almost thought something happened to you."
"Mr. Lawrence passed away. I have been busy today."
Forsi did not hide anything.
She walked out tiredly, pretending to be in a daze, picked up a glass of water and drank it.
Then she looked back.
"Hugh, I'm going to Pulitzer Harbor next to help Mr. Lawrence fulfill his last wish. I may not be home for a few days,"
Forse said.
After thinking for a while, she added another sentence.
"Of course, it could be longer."
"Is one day at Pulitzer Harbor enough for a round trip?"
Xio expressed doubts.
Forsi nodded.
"Yes, but he said that Mr. Dorian over there can help me become a real astrologer."
"A real astrologer..."
Xio was slightly startled, and then couldn't help but feel envious.
That's the name of Sequence 7.
Forsi has already gotten clues to Sequence 7, and may soon become a Sequence 7 astrologer.
And myself.
She couldn't help but sigh.
When can MI9 contact me?
...
"When are you going to do it?"
"It will be soon, don't rush it."
A man stood on the river bank and responded impatiently.
The person behind him chuckled: "Just remember, that is the secret of becoming a god. If you are afraid, you can tell me in advance. There are many people in the meeting who are willing to do it." "
Humph, I already have a perfect plan, it's just a matter of time. A duke can't trouble me at all."
Jason sneered, "I'm not a fool like Qilingers, but if you guys make trouble, I will report it later."
"Don't worry, no one dares to follow the rules of the meeting. Disobey."
As he said that, the figure of the other party slowly disappeared.
Jason's face was indifferent, and then he disappeared into the night.
...
"In the early hours of last night, the great detective Alvey was murdered -"
In the early morning of the library, at the entrance, newspapers written by various newspapers were laid out.
The same is.
The headlines above are all about the murder of a "detective".
Roy picked it up and looked at it for a few times, then looked at the front desk.
"Miss Jennifer, are there many murders like this?"
"There have been a lot of murders in the past two months."
Jennifer said, lowering her voice, "You may not know that there were serial murders last month, and most of the victims were women. , scared us."
"What about this time?"
Roy thought thoughtfully.
Jennifer said: "This time it's a detective. We suspect that the other party may be seeking revenge for the previous killer, so we launched such a hunting operation." "
How many numbers is this?"
"Six."
Jennifer thought for a moment. , gave the answer.
sixth?
Roy pondered for a moment, then asked, "Does he murder regularly?"
"I don't know, does it count as more than three days each time?"
She was stunned for two seconds before answering.
"Of course."
Roy smiled slightly, "Thank you for your answer."
"You're welcome, it's just a small talk anyway."
Jennifer smiled, then went to organize the books on the counter, and suddenly thought of something.
"By the way, Mr. Egger, this morning, when the door first opened, someone asked you by name."
"Looking for me?"
"Yes, he seems to be a famous detective, but I haven't heard of it. Sorry, not He's not famous enough, but I'm really not very interested in detectives."
Jennifer scratched her head in embarrassment.
Roy smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I probably know who it is."
Detective.
Look for "Eiger".
At this point in time...
there is no one else but you.
"Where is he?"
"He should be at the VIP booth on the second floor now."
"Okay, thank you."
Roy nodded.
He walked up to the second floor.
Faced with a real detective, playing becomes much more difficult.
In other words.
If the other party can even hide it, then except for some abilities in the extraordinary field, it will be almost impossible to see through his disguise.
Roy walked up to the second floor. In the process, he quickly recalled Egg White's social circle, and finally determined that...
he did not have a deep relationship with Isinger.
but.
They should know each other's names.
Thanks Liyana for getting such comprehensive information!
certainly.
Or maybe...
it was offered by the other party?
Although it was ridiculous, Roy felt that the latter was extremely likely.
After a while, he saw a figure in the corner.
Roy raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"As expected, it's you, Detective Essinger."
"Iger, I didn't expect it was really you. When I passed by and saw the bulletin board in the morning, I almost thought I had seen it wrong."
Essinger put down a book with a look on his face. With a gentle smile.
After being modified, the useless mask can adjust the third face more loosely, which is not as free as the real faceless man, but...
even the detective can't see through it.
Roy remembered Egg White's behavior.
"Want something to drink? I'm treating you."
This is the VIP booth, with a coffee station in front.
He was going to order a cup of jasmine tea.
"Same as you."
"Okay."
Roy went to the front desk and ordered two cups of jasmine tea.
The one without added sugar.
After taking the cup and sitting down, Essinger breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I believe you are the real Egger." "
Oh? With a guy like me, is there anyone who wants to imitate me?"
Roy smiled. .
Essinger shook his head and lowered his voice and said, "I have recently been targeted by an apostle of desire. He seems to have a certain ability to transform and imitate."
"Apostle of desire?"
Roy's face was solemn, but there was no wave in his heart.
Sure enough, Essinger came to him for help.
certainly.
Maybe he did "happen" to see his bulletin board -
but is it possible that it was 008's influence?
He thought for a while and said: "This kind of guy is not easy to deal with. They can sense malice and control their desires. The stronger their desires, the stronger they are." "
Including the desire to kill."
Roy's expression looked serious, "I originally I thought the recent murder was a demon performing a ritual, but I didn't expect..."
"Maybe it's not necessarily a demon."
Essinger answered.
He took out a document and said, "This is a demon dog that I reported with others before. I suspect that he is training his subordinates, so it may be a new demon."
Roy glanced at it.
Above is information about Devil Dogs.
He glanced at it, raised his head and said, "So detailed?"
"I originally planned to find another person for help, but I met you on the way."
Essinger explained.
Someone else?
Maybe the other person you are talking about is also me.
Roy understood.
He stuffed the paper back into the envelope and said, "Do you need me to help you deal with it?"
"Yes, of course, although we are all believers in knowledge, we will not let you help for free."
Essinger said.
Roy played with the envelope, thought for a few seconds and then said: "For the sake of the God of Knowledge..."
He picked up the letter, opened it and read it carefully.
Then, Roy thought about how to answer.
After two seconds, he continued: "I think it is impossible for him to cultivate a second demon in a short time, otherwise he would not be so angry."
"Yes."
Essinger nodded.
"Besides, how could a cold-blooded person be really angry because of the death of his pet?"
Roy chuckled.
Essinger thought for a while and agreed again: "I thought the same thing, so I was even more confused."
Roy smiled and gave an example: "Essinger, you have been in Backlund for so long, have you seen magic?"
"Magic?"
Essinger has certainly seen it.
Even if he hasn't seen it, he knows how magic works.
After thinking for a moment, Essinger was suddenly startled, with a trace of astonishment appearing on his face.
"What do you mean?"
"It means he has a bigger goal, and his current actions are all to divert everyone's attention."
Roy said.
Essinger nodded repeatedly.
He agreed.
magic.
Yes!
It's like a magic show, where you deliberately make your actions stand out in order to achieve something.
Actually.
His goal from beginning to end is to accomplish another thing.
How could a cold-blooded person really lose his mind for a pet?
Essinger suddenly became enlightened.
but.
Then, he became even more confused.
What goal makes an apostle of desire so fanatical?
This...
is incredible.
Essinger's brain is working rapidly, squeezing out thoughts and looking for possible targets.
"What do you think his goal is?"
"Essinger, this is your own business. I just came to Backlund, and you even told me about this murder case. What do you expect me to analyze? "
Roy took a sip of jasmine tea and asked, "How was it in Backlund?"
"Except for this case, everything else is fine. Oh, what a headache! If I had known better, I shouldn't have coveted that gold pound."
Essin Ge sighed.
Then he put aside his thoughts.
"What about you?"
"Fortunately, I came to Backlund for exchange and study, and the library is a good place."
Roy smiled.
Then he sighed.
"There's just one thing."
"Compared to Lunburg, the air quality here is too bad. If our health hadn't been okay, I might have fallen ill on the first day in Backlund."
He described the terrible experience of getting out of the car.
Essinger laughed.
"I was pretty much the same at that time, but you just have to get used to this kind of thing, and Hillston and Jowood are relatively good areas." "
Yes, if you live in the East End and Dockside, that's the best place. Bad experience,"
Roy replied.
Essinger nodded: "Yes, the East District and the dock area are famous slums. Most of the polluting factories are in that area, and they are downwind..."
He knew everything he knew.
Roy listened quietly, taking a sip of tea from time to time.
After chatting for a while, he suddenly paused and said, "Esinger, do you know where there is a three-eyed night crow in Backlund?"
"Three-eyed night crow?"
Essinger was slightly startled.
He recalled the information about the "Three-Eyed Night Crow", then frowned slightly and said, "Is this an extraordinary creature needed for the secret-peeping path?" "
Yes, I have been studying the ritual recently. Why do the secret-peeping people need three Night Crow, why do we need such a ritual for the promotion of scholars?"
Roy replied, "Although there have been similar records in books before, I think it would be better to explore it myself."
"That's it."
Essin Ge thought carefully, then shook his head slightly, "I want to help you, but unfortunately, I really don't know the information about the Three-Eyed Night Crow." "It doesn't matter
, the reason why I looked for the Three-Eyed Night Crow is because it is a relatively Typical creatures can be observed and studied. If you really can't find it, you can also look for other ways."
Roy replied nonchalantly, "Okay, that's all I can help for now. If you need other help, come back to me later. Well, I should be here."
He picked up the book and started reading quietly.
Essinger didn't speak anymore, but drank tea and read a book.
After a while, the sun gradually rose.
He looked outside, stood up and left silently, without disturbing Roy who was reading a book.
This is a tacit understanding of readers.
but.
Essinger felt a lot more relaxed.
There is no church of the God of Knowledge in Backlund, so it is difficult for him to find any help.
But now, at least I have a reliable helper.
It's worth it even if it costs some money.
(End of chapterChapter 180: Learn about the Earth Church?
Chapter 180: Learn about the Earth Church?
"Do you think this is a smoke bomb thrown by the other party?"
"Smoke bomb?"
Essinger pondered for a moment, then smiled, "That's a good metaphor, Sherlock, yes, I think this is a smoke bomb." "
I I have thought about it before, but I really can't think of any goal worthy of the other party."
Sherlock frowned.
actually.
Crane has an idea -
Duke Negan.
The existence in the dark can attract a pirate lieutenant general, but it may not be able to attract an "apostle of desire".
certainly.
The premise is that the organization has the "Abyss" blasphemy card.
Only such temptation can induce the existence of Sequence 5 to take desperate risks.
He thought for a moment and spoke in a joking tone.
"I heard that Chillinges committed a series of murders in the East End in order to assassinate Duke Negan. Could he have similar thoughts?"
"Duke Negan? Impossible. He is the leader of the Conservative Party."
Essinger replied with a smile, then he was slightly startled, his mouth pursed, and his face gradually became serious.
On the contrary, Klein's expression was still smiling, as if he was really joking.
"I don't think so. After all, after being assassinated once, Duke Negan will definitely be more cautious..."
Klein smiled and said, "We can't suffer a similar assassination a second time, right? He must be prepared. And who can pay such a big price?"
Essinger pondered for a few seconds.
Then he looked in the direction of Queens.
"It's not impossible."
...
"Mr. Egger, this was delivered by the gentleman this morning."
"What is it?"
Roy looked over.
Jennifer took out a small package and shook her head slightly: "I don't know, it's a reward for you."
"Thank you."
Roy took it and opened it.
A bag of jasmine tea with a book on the bottom.
"Backlund's Geography"?
What the hell.
He opened it as he walked.
Good guy!
This is Backlund's map, which contains detailed road facilities, including sewers.
There was also a piece of paper tucked into the book, which said -
"I hope it will be helpful to you in Backlund."
Roy put it away.
This book is important.
He had never seen such a detailed map on the market, and it even contained records about some extraordinary creatures and materials.
Knowledge!
Roy sighed again.
Basic knowledge may be found everywhere, but this type of specially collected knowledge is worth more than an ordinary pound of gold.
Essinger still uses his heart.
He sat by the window and studied it carefully. Halfway through the book, he looked up and saw the old man.
The old man is here again.
"Hello."
"Mr. Egg, I would like to pay for some consultation. You will pay for it."
"Please sit down."
Roy raised his eyebrows and did not agree immediately.
The other party sat down, then paused for a moment, and said, "Maybe you have guessed that I am Moroz, the author of that book, but my last name is actually Negan." Moroz
Negan?
Roy raised his eyebrows and said slightly surprised: "The Negan family?"
"Yes."
Moroz nodded.
"Your book has some insights, but unfortunately, the current trend is industrialization, which is difficult to stop."
Roy said.
This gentleman has analyzed all the benefits of small-scale farmer economy, and is not just talking about environmental protection.
But it's a pity.
Capital is chasing profits, and it is difficult to change the current situation without control from above.
"I understand. What I want to ask is, how can we resist the current invasion of foreign food?"
the old man asked.
Roy raised his head, looked at the other person carefully, and then said: "Of course it's better food and technology."
"Food and technology?"
Moroz thought for a second and said, "Can you elaborate on it?"
" This is more expensive."
Roy said with a smile.
"Money is not a problem. Our Negan family has enough money, even the special materials you extraordinarys need."
The other party was also calm.
As a member of the Negan family, he knows the existence of extraordinary people and extraordinary materials, and wants to be rewarded with it.
Roy had no reason to refuse.
He thought for a moment and said, "Shall we communicate in the quiet room upstairs?"
"Okay."
Moroz nodded.
The two came to the quiet room upstairs, and then Moroz said: "To tell you the truth, I paid attention to you when I learned that the people from Lundberg were coming to exchange and study." "Are
you representing Duke Negan? ?"
"I represent the Negan family."
Moroz said.
The Negan family is very large, including not only Duke Negan, but also Prime Minister Lord Agushid Negan.
Together they support the current Negan family.
but.
Within the family, it's obviously not just them.
There are also many tribesmen who are in charge of business and fields.
Moroz may represent this group of people within the family.
"For this question, I need a crystallized sunflower, which is equivalent to 200 pounds."
"Okay."
Moroz nodded without hesitation.
Roy nodded and said: "You have studied the agricultural structure in your early years, so you should be able to understand what I am going to say next." "
It is difficult for small-scale production to compete with large-scale production in terms of cost. Do you agree?"
he pointed out. What's more -
Loen's traditional production structure.
Moroz thought for a second and nodded: "Yes, this is also what worries me, and I also understand that it is impossible to really go back to the past era."
"Yes, Mr. Moroz, times are progressing. , Roen cannot defy the times."
Roy smiled, "If you want to fight against foreign grain merchants, you have to do the same thing as them."
"Believe in the Church of the Earth?"
Moroz frowned, obviously dissatisfied with such a suggestion. Very acceptable.
Roy shook his head: "Food, technology. Food includes high-quality grain seeds, and technology includes mechanical technology and extraordinary technology related to planting."
"We have been doing the selection of grain seeds,"
Moroz said.
Roy was a little amused and said: "You know Extraordinary, let me tell you straight. In the way controlled by the Church of the Earth, they have the ability to hybridize various types of food." "I
know a lunatic who was expelled from the church. He came up with a plan to combine cows and wheat,"
Roy said of Frank's creation.
Moroz blinked, listened politely, and exclaimed: "He is really crazy. Fortunately, he was excommunicated!"
"No, sir, you need to note that although his invention is crazy, it has some meaning." If they are successful, they will not be expelled."
Roy corrected his idea, "I say this because I hope you understand their limits. Even animals and plants can complete hybridization, let alone plants and plants?"
Mo Ross was stunned for a second, and then realized...
the other party was actually saying that
their preferred seeds were not worth mentioning in the face of extraordinary abilities.
This is an innate gap.
He was silent.
"Mechanical technology is easy to solve. You have the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in Loen. You can entrust them to create and invent better creations, assist in reclamation, sowing, etc." "
But the Church of the Earth also has many special technologies in planting. According to the recent news from our church, the Earth Church has recently created some special scrolls."
Roy told some news about the "weeding scrolls" and other news.
certainly.
He kept the message deliberately vague.
The more Moroz listened, the darker his face became. However, he did not want to express his anger, but after listening to it, he truly realized the gap between Loen's agriculture and Feneport's agriculture.
He took a deep breath.
"Mr. Egg, is the gap really that big?"
"It's not that you are weak, it's that the Church of the Earth is deeply involved in this field. A group of people have been studying it for hundreds of years. It's difficult for you to compete with them."
Roy said.
Moroz was silent and then asked: "As you said, farming technology and mechanical technology are easy to solve, but what about grain seeds?"
"Find a way to buy it from the Church of the Earth. There is no other way, or you can train your own cultivators. ."
"It's too difficult."
Moroz shook his head.
Low-sequence cultivators are easy to cultivate, but at mid- and high-sequence, the key materials have been taught to control, and it is difficult to improve -
mastering a path is not about controlling the recipe, but controlling the key materials of this path.
He thought for a moment and said, "I know there is a Church of the Earth Church over there in the South District. Can I get grain seeds there?" "
I don't know. I am a believer of the Church of Knowledge, not the Church of the Earth, but I can try. , provided that this church is recognized by Mother Earth and is not a forgery."
Roy answered.
Moroz nodded: "I will investigate. Thank you, Mr. Egger. Your suggestions are of great help. I will send the materials you need as soon as possible." "
Thank you."
Roy nodded with a smile.
Moroz suddenly said: "Are you interested in becoming a consultant to our Negan family?"
"Sorry, I came to Backlund mainly to study, and I will return to Lundberg after a while."
Roy shook his head and refused.
Moroz said: "Then will you accept temporary employment?"
"If it does not affect my study plan and the pay is sufficient, of course it is okay."
Roy smiled, his tall body huddled in the chair, "Baekeland Life in Germany is very expensive, and even living in the Jowood District requires a lot of expenditure." "
I heard that your channel also has good abilities in investigation?"
Moroz asked.
Roy nodded: "Yes."
"Then I want to hire you to track down who wants to kill him. You can raise the price."
"I don't know about the assassination of Duke Negan before, and so much time has passed. Many traces have disappeared, I'm afraid it will be difficult to trace."
Roy shook his head and refused, and then explained, "Extraordinary is not omnipotent. We can only speculate on the past situation based on the existing traces." "
So that's it..."
Moroz Regretfully, he sat back and continued, "Are you free tonight? I want to take you to meet Duke Negan." "
At night?"
Duke Negan...
Roy didn't think it was very safe, but -
this Seems like a good deal.
Something must have happened to Duke Negan, and he happened to know this information.
He thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll be free tonight."
"Okay, then I'll have someone pick you up in the afternoon."
...
In the afternoon, before it was time to get off work, the Negan family's car arrived at the library pavilion.
soon.
Roy got the news -
he could leave early.
The power of the Negan family is extraordinary. Let alone leaving early, it is not a big problem even if they have a holiday today.
It's just that Roy is not happy.
If you go to the Negan family at noon, you may not know what you will experience.
It's okay to leave early.
He was able to catch up with the Negan family, and his identity as a follower of the Church of Knowledge was greatly blessed. This shows that the identity information Liana obtained is absolutely true.
otherwise.
With the power of the Negan family, how could it be possible to contact them easily and proactively?
"Mr. Moroz, I didn't expect you to come here in person."
"I happened to be passing by. I originally wanted to read a book, but since you can leave, let's go to Duke Negan's house together."
Moroz smiled, and then Looking at Roy, "I specially took the biggest carriage. I hope you can enjoy the comfortable carriage." "
Thank you. I rarely get such a spacious carriage in Backlund. Sometimes I have to worry about taking a public carriage. You need to pay twice,"
Roy joked.
Egg White was tall, but not to the point where he needed to pay for two tickets.
Moroz smiled and said nothing, not taking it seriously.
Although the other party is not a noble, as a mid-level Beyonder, he has a lot of money in his hands.
It's just...
the other party's area of spending money is not in this area.
As an important member of the Negan family, money does not play a high role in his eyes. Ability and influence are the most important parts.
after all.
When it comes to money, few families in Loen can compete with the Negan family.
They rode all the way to Queens.
"Duke Negan is having a ball tonight, and most of the members at this ball are Conservatives." "
At that time, we may ask you for some relevant information."
Moroz said.
He seemed to know what Roy was thinking and immediately added.
"The promised reward will not be small. For the crystallized sunflower you mentioned before, we can directly provide one of the singer's extraordinary characteristics or a magical item." "
Okay."
Roy had no objection.
Any opinions are based on the fact that the things provided are not in place.
Now that the reward has doubled, there is nothing to worry about.
On the way to Queens in the car, Roy was about to take out a book to read when he heard a vague voice in his ears.
"Great Mr. Fool, I would like to ask you to help convey my request."
"I hope to obtain more scrolls. In addition, I would like to meet the 'Hermit' at a Tarot meeting."
This is a woman's voice, it should be It's Miss Justice.
Because...
with Xio's financial resources, he probably wouldn't be able to afford his own scroll.
Roy cursed.
but.
He can't respond yet.
Roy opened the book and pretended to read until he arrived at a villa in Queens.
"We're here."
"Mr. Moroz, I want to go to the bathroom first."
"No problem, I'll ask the valet to take you there."
Moroz nodded.
After a while, Roy, led by the valet, came to the bathroom of the villa and whispered in response to his previous prayer.
Then, a crimson light enveloped him, and he and "Justice" arrived above the gray fog.
"Thank you for taking the time, Mr. Hermit, and thank you also, the great Mr. Fool."
Justice thanked them all politely.
Roy smiled and said, "I was busy just now, and I just have time now. As for the scrolls, I don't have them with me yet, but I can give you some at the Tarot meeting the day after tomorrow." "No
problem, I'm not in a hurry about the scrolls. I'll look for them. You have other things you want to ask for help with."
(End of Chapter)
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