Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.
He bent down and poked his right palm out, his fingers trembled slightly and picked it up.
This time, Dorian carefully read from the beginning one word at a time, sometimes suddenly, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes painful.
The letter sent by Fors was not long. He only took three minutes to read it twice, and then fell into a long silence.
The sunlight outside the window shone in and sprinkled on the falling table.
Dorien Gray Braham's lips suddenly twitched, but in the end there was no sound.
His right thumb and index finger were rubbed quickly across the paper, causing the letter to ignite a red flame.
After doing all this, Dorian packed up his belongings, put on makeup and changed his clothes, left the rented house, and went to another place with the identity he had prepared.
When he settled down, he sat down next to the desk and stared at the brass ornaments, not knowing what he was thinking.
As the sun became less and less and dimmer, Dorian moved his eyelids and sighed slowly.
He then spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote while thinking:
...I'm so glad to see you digest the ‘Record Officer’ potion within a few months, which means that you really have the potential to become a demigod…
...These are the key points of the "traveler" playing, but you must remember that everyone has different personalities, and there will always be some differences in playing in practice, and they cannot be copied completely... This is not to say that the key points of other people's playing are wrong, but they may cause great conflicts in your heart and affect your mental state... Sometimes, making some adjustments may slow down the digestion of the potion, but it is more beneficial to you. You must remember that playing is just a tool, not a master...
I look forward to the day when you thoroughly digest the ‘Traveler’ potion, and I will prepare the corresponding materials and a gift for you.
...I am very interested in the curse of the Abraham family mentioned by that gentleman... I think you should have noticed it long ago that I have some research on this matter, otherwise you would not always ask me about related matters...
I hope you can go further and understand...
After writing the reply, Dorien Gray Braham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.
…………
In January 1351, Beckland's New Year was much deserted than it was in the past.
In the basement of a house in the West Side, several candles shaking yellow flames, illuminating the altars, chairs and round tables placed around them.
At the edge of the light, in the extremely dark place, a shadow seemed to be there and not, sometimes shaking and sometimes stretching, a thin layer without thickness, like a shadow that came alive.
Suddenly, the figure spoke in a low voice:
You arrived earlier than I thought.
Next to the candle, the brightest part of the fire, a figure quickly outlined.
This is a man wearing a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, hard roots, deep eyes, and countless things seem to be hidden.
He is Butis, one of the five great saints of the Aurora Society.
Butis smiled and said:
For me, distance is not a problem.
He then pulled a chair and sat down, and said to the long and narrow shadow:
Has the matter been investigated clearly?Have any exceptions been found?
The shadow that almost blended into the darkness replied in a low voice:
No problem.
real?Butis instinct for the definite answer is somewhat questioned. Ksma, is this a trap?
The Dark Saint of the Aurora Society shook his head slowly and said:
The goal is very cautious and definitely not intentionally exposed.
If she hadn't been seeking the curse of ancient vengeful spirits, we would not have noticed that she might have a connection with the Abraham family.
The Secret Saint Butis said as if he was thinking:
The curse of the ancient vengeful spirit is one of the main materials of the "Record Officer". I remember that the Abraham family does have extra Asman brains... Haha, I am unwilling to directly provide the extraordinary characteristics of the "Record Officer". I hope to do some tests. It is indeed the style of Abrahams. Simply put, it is not trust enough.
The Dark Saint Ksma did not echo the words of Butis and said to himself:
Even though she was seeking the main materials for the "Record Officer" potion, we did not find any problem at all. After all, not every believer knows the corresponding mystic knowledge, but she is still asking some questions about "apprentices" and Abraham.
She is really cautious in this regard. The extraordinary circle of people who are looking for materials and the extraordinary circle of people who are asking questions are not the same. Different things will be handled in different circles, and sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance to help her make demands.
If it weren't for the fact that several of the circles had our people and finally summed up the news, we wouldn't have noticed her.
The Secret Saint Butis nodded slightly and asked:
Why don’t you just do it and come to me?
Inside the shadow, darkness floated, and replied slowly:
The situation in Beckland became increasingly tense, and the "Night-Watcher", "Punisher", and "Mechanical Heart" teams were cleaning round by round, and we were staring very closely.
If I were to deal with this matter, it would be fine if there was no accident. Once an accident occurred, I would not have time to leave.
Moreover, isn’t you the one who is most interested in the Abraham family?
Butis smiled and said:
I have no interest in them at all, I just want them all to die.
If you want to ensure your own safety, the most important thing is to kill revenge in the cradle. This is my philosophy of doing things.
While speaking, the Secret Saint took out a crystal ball from the dark bag in his black robe.
The crystal ball is unclear and not clear, as if it has been poured into the deep darkness.
As Butis touched his palm and his lips twitched, a little bit of dazzling brilliance appeared in the strange crystal ball.
They are like star sand, slowly rotating, forming a complex picture.
Still acceptable... Butis glanced at the crystal ball held in his right hand and nodded slightly.
He immediately looked at the ghost:
Tell me more specific information.
When I learned that there would be a gathering of extraordinary people in a certain circle tonight, and the target might appear. The Secret Saint Butis stood up and said to the Dark Saint Ksma:
I have to make some preparations in advance.
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand opened, raised it gently, and his five fingers closed.
The area where he was suddenly distorted and disappeared.
The candles, flames, round tables and chairs that were originally located there also disappeared, leaving only floor tiles and ceilings.
After a while, the shadows floated there and everything returned.
The Secret Saint Butis is no different from the moment, but the Dark Saint Ksma unknowingly abducted from the darkness.
He looked at Butis and said in a deep voice:
Your caution exceeds the necessary limit.
But this is not a bad thing. I hope to solve the problem without others noticing it.Butis responded with a smile, "You go with me, hide in the shadows as my assistant, and don't come out directly. Once you find an abnormality, leave immediately."
……good.Dark Saint Ksma slowly walked out of the shadow.
He looked young and had excellent facial features, but his face seemed to be covered with a dark curtain that seemed to be there.
After approaching Butis, there were vague sounds of illusory chewing sounds from unknown places, biting sounds, digestion sounds, and feeling some unconcealed malice and hunger.
This made him, as a demigod, shudder.
The dark saint's eyes froze for a second, and he threw himself into Butis's face with implicit surprise and surprise.
Butis curled up the corner of his mouth and showed a slightly cruel smile.
A few seconds later, one of them used Teleportation and the other merged into the shadows and left the house one after another.
…………
At the junction of Bakerland East and Bridge District, in a disrepaired apartment, there were several rooms connected to the first floor of the cheap hotel.
When Butis walked out of the spiritual world, the extraordinary party was still two or three hours before it was held, and no one had arrived here.
He looked around and put the seats and the messy long tables into his eyes.
Observing the environment, Butis walked towards the corner, and his right hand pulled it as if he was pulling the curtain.
The area was then shrouded in shadows, distorted, and then disappeared.
Because it originally had no items and there was no objective measurement sign, no one would find that there was a space missing here. He would only feel that the distance between the wall and itself seemed a little closer, but after closer inspection, everything was normal.
This is the secret mage's space hidden!
They can use this ability to divide a place into two, hide parts of it, and must pass through specific doors to enter.
At this time, in the area that was cut and hidden, the room was normally present, with floor tiles, ceilings, and a cockroach crawling in panic.
The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line and was blocked by the darkness that could not be seen at the end.
The Secret Saint Butis looked around and his eyes remained in a transparent vortex in the air.
This is the door.
All hidden spaces must have a door.
Butis thought for a while, put his hand into the dark bag of black robe, took out a mirror, and inlaid it into the door.
The mirror twisted a little and quickly reflected the scene from the outside world:
The seats and long tables were arranged in a mess, leaving no one.
In this way, Butes monitored the place where extraordinary people gathered through this mirror.
Time passed by minute by minute, and extraordinary people who were all kinds of concealing their identities arrived one after another.
One of the figures wearing a hood habitually chose the corner beside the window, took out a cobbled slap notebook, and flipped through a few pages casually, as if reviewing the key points of the question, or checking whether his own preparations were sufficient.
Behind her side, there is an ordinary mirror embedded in the wall.
He bent down and poked his right palm out, his fingers trembled slightly and picked it up.
This time, Dorian carefully read from the beginning one word at a time, sometimes suddenly, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes painful.
The letter sent by Fors was not long. He only took three minutes to read it twice, and then fell into a long silence.
The sunlight outside the window shone in and sprinkled on the falling table.
Dorien Gray Braham's lips suddenly twitched, but in the end there was no sound.
His right thumb and index finger were rubbed quickly across the paper, causing the letter to ignite a red flame.
After doing all this, Dorian packed up his belongings, put on makeup and changed his clothes, left the rented house, and went to another place with the identity he had prepared.
When he settled down, he sat down next to the desk and stared at the brass ornaments, not knowing what he was thinking.
As the sun became less and less and dimmer, Dorian moved his eyelids and sighed slowly.
He then spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote while thinking:
...I'm so glad to see you digest the ‘Record Officer’ potion within a few months, which means that you really have the potential to become a demigod…
...These are the key points of the "traveler" playing, but you must remember that everyone has different personalities, and there will always be some differences in playing in practice, and they cannot be copied completely... This is not to say that the key points of other people's playing are wrong, but they may cause great conflicts in your heart and affect your mental state... Sometimes, making some adjustments may slow down the digestion of the potion, but it is more beneficial to you. You must remember that playing is just a tool, not a master...
I look forward to the day when you thoroughly digest the ‘Traveler’ potion, and I will prepare the corresponding materials and a gift for you.
...I am very interested in the curse of the Abraham family mentioned by that gentleman... I think you should have noticed it long ago that I have some research on this matter, otherwise you would not always ask me about related matters...
I hope you can go further and understand...
After writing the reply, Dorien Gray Braham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.
…………
In January 1351, Beckland's New Year was much deserted than it was in the past.
In the basement of a house in the West Side, several candles shaking yellow flames, illuminating the altars, chairs and round tables placed around them.
At the edge of the light, in the extremely dark place, a shadow seemed to be there and not, sometimes shaking and sometimes stretching, a thin layer without thickness, like a shadow that came alive.
Suddenly, the figure spoke in a low voice:
You arrived earlier than I thought.
Next to the candle, the brightest part of the fire, a figure quickly outlined.
This is a man wearing a mysterious black robe, with slightly curly brown hair, hard roots, deep eyes, and countless things seem to be hidden.
He is Butis, one of the five great saints of the Aurora Society.
Butis smiled and said:
For me, distance is not a problem.
He then pulled a chair and sat down, and said to the long and narrow shadow:
Has the matter been investigated clearly?Have any exceptions been found?
The shadow that almost blended into the darkness replied in a low voice:
No problem.
real?Butis instinct for the definite answer is somewhat questioned. Ksma, is this a trap?
The Dark Saint of the Aurora Society shook his head slowly and said:
The goal is very cautious and definitely not intentionally exposed.
If she hadn't been seeking the curse of ancient vengeful spirits, we would not have noticed that she might have a connection with the Abraham family.
The Secret Saint Butis said as if he was thinking:
The curse of the ancient vengeful spirit is one of the main materials of the "Record Officer". I remember that the Abraham family does have extra Asman brains... Haha, I am unwilling to directly provide the extraordinary characteristics of the "Record Officer". I hope to do some tests. It is indeed the style of Abrahams. Simply put, it is not trust enough.
The Dark Saint Ksma did not echo the words of Butis and said to himself:
Even though she was seeking the main materials for the "Record Officer" potion, we did not find any problem at all. After all, not every believer knows the corresponding mystic knowledge, but she is still asking some questions about "apprentices" and Abraham.
She is really cautious in this regard. The extraordinary circle of people who are looking for materials and the extraordinary circle of people who are asking questions are not the same. Different things will be handled in different circles, and sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance to help her make demands.
If it weren't for the fact that several of the circles had our people and finally summed up the news, we wouldn't have noticed her.
The Secret Saint Butis nodded slightly and asked:
Why don’t you just do it and come to me?
Inside the shadow, darkness floated, and replied slowly:
The situation in Beckland became increasingly tense, and the "Night-Watcher", "Punisher", and "Mechanical Heart" teams were cleaning round by round, and we were staring very closely.
If I were to deal with this matter, it would be fine if there was no accident. Once an accident occurred, I would not have time to leave.
Moreover, isn’t you the one who is most interested in the Abraham family?
Butis smiled and said:
I have no interest in them at all, I just want them all to die.
If you want to ensure your own safety, the most important thing is to kill revenge in the cradle. This is my philosophy of doing things.
While speaking, the Secret Saint took out a crystal ball from the dark bag in his black robe.
The crystal ball is unclear and not clear, as if it has been poured into the deep darkness.
As Butis touched his palm and his lips twitched, a little bit of dazzling brilliance appeared in the strange crystal ball.
They are like star sand, slowly rotating, forming a complex picture.
Still acceptable... Butis glanced at the crystal ball held in his right hand and nodded slightly.
He immediately looked at the ghost:
Tell me more specific information.
When I learned that there would be a gathering of extraordinary people in a certain circle tonight, and the target might appear. The Secret Saint Butis stood up and said to the Dark Saint Ksma:
I have to make some preparations in advance.
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand opened, raised it gently, and his five fingers closed.
The area where he was suddenly distorted and disappeared.
The candles, flames, round tables and chairs that were originally located there also disappeared, leaving only floor tiles and ceilings.
After a while, the shadows floated there and everything returned.
The Secret Saint Butis is no different from the moment, but the Dark Saint Ksma unknowingly abducted from the darkness.
He looked at Butis and said in a deep voice:
Your caution exceeds the necessary limit.
But this is not a bad thing. I hope to solve the problem without others noticing it.Butis responded with a smile, "You go with me, hide in the shadows as my assistant, and don't come out directly. Once you find an abnormality, leave immediately."
……good.Dark Saint Ksma slowly walked out of the shadow.
He looked young and had excellent facial features, but his face seemed to be covered with a dark curtain that seemed to be there.
After approaching Butis, there were vague sounds of illusory chewing sounds from unknown places, biting sounds, digestion sounds, and feeling some unconcealed malice and hunger.
This made him, as a demigod, shudder.
The dark saint's eyes froze for a second, and he threw himself into Butis's face with implicit surprise and surprise.
Butis curled up the corner of his mouth and showed a slightly cruel smile.
A few seconds later, one of them used Teleportation and the other merged into the shadows and left the house one after another.
…………
At the junction of Bakerland East and Bridge District, in a disrepaired apartment, there were several rooms connected to the first floor of the cheap hotel.
When Butis walked out of the spiritual world, the extraordinary party was still two or three hours before it was held, and no one had arrived here.
He looked around and put the seats and the messy long tables into his eyes.
Observing the environment, Butis walked towards the corner, and his right hand pulled it as if he was pulling the curtain.
The area was then shrouded in shadows, distorted, and then disappeared.
Because it originally had no items and there was no objective measurement sign, no one would find that there was a space missing here. He would only feel that the distance between the wall and itself seemed a little closer, but after closer inspection, everything was normal.
This is the secret mage's space hidden!
They can use this ability to divide a place into two, hide parts of it, and must pass through specific doors to enter.
At this time, in the area that was cut and hidden, the room was normally present, with floor tiles, ceilings, and a cockroach crawling in panic.
The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line and was blocked by the darkness that could not be seen at the end.
The Secret Saint Butis looked around and his eyes remained in a transparent vortex in the air.
This is the door.
All hidden spaces must have a door.
Butis thought for a while, put his hand into the dark bag of black robe, took out a mirror, and inlaid it into the door.
The mirror twisted a little and quickly reflected the scene from the outside world:
The seats and long tables were arranged in a mess, leaving no one.
In this way, Butes monitored the place where extraordinary people gathered through this mirror.
Time passed by minute by minute, and extraordinary people who were all kinds of concealing their identities arrived one after another.
One of the figures wearing a hood habitually chose the corner beside the window, took out a cobbled slap notebook, and flipped through a few pages casually, as if reviewing the key points of the question, or checking whether his own preparations were sufficient.
Behind her side, there is an ordinary mirror embedded in the wall.
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