Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 288

Backlund, underground of St. Samuel Church.

Several figures were quietly waiting here, their eyes focused on the magic formation engraved with the dark holy emblem and many mysterious lines on the ground, with a solemn expression with a hint of hope.

The man standing at the front had short golden brown hair, dark green eyes like a moonless lake in the middle of the night, the collar of his shirt and windbreaker stood tall, hiding his entire chin in the shadows. He wore a pair of blood-red gloves, and in his right hand was carrying a suitcase made of silver and white metal, the size and length and width of which were similar to the case of a violin.

Behind him stood a man and a woman. The man had black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a black trench coat and the same blood-red gloves. There was more anticipation in his eyes; the woman was wearing a black robe and painted blue eye shadow and blush. , full of bewitching beauty, in addition to anticipation in her eyes, there is also sentimentality and nostalgia...

In the pure dark basement where no light was visible, there was a faint sound of pious prayers.

"The crimson full moon rises and reflects the earth,

"All sank into sweet dreams, dreaming of themselves,

"Dream of parents, wife and children, this is forever..."

This voice was old but powerful, and every word was poured into countless emotions. As he prayed, the darkness around him deepened, and the materialization poured in the direction of the voice like a tide.

The voice was not affected, it did not stop, his prayers grew louder and louder, as if to communicate this darkness and manipulate them to drown himself.

"We'll look up at the night sky,

"Say his name tenderly: 'Goddess of the Evernight!'

"There is no other word except 'Goddess of the Night',

"May the goddess be in between the angels' singing

"Pick them with sweet silence,

"And in his tender right hand.

I don't know how long it took, the voice of prayer has stopped, and the darkness has dissipated like a tide.

"squeak"

A ray of light that seemed to come from the kingdom of light shot into this underground dark room from mid-air, and shone on a figure on the ground. He had gray hair, deep wrinkles, and an indifferent expression. His eyes were slightly cloudy and dark red. His eyes met the light, and countless dust danced around him like a elf.

"Old Neil, it's time to come out, but I begged Your Excellency Cesima for a long time before he allowed me and Ms. Daly to come and see you." The voice was frivolous and confident, and it sounded very familiar.

"Leonard?"

Kay Island, in the narrow hall of that extremely rudimentary hotel.

Jamil watched the dark clouds above his head dissipate quickly, his gray-blue eyes were full of doubts, and he whispered with his mouth close to his collar:

"The movement of the 'Sea King' is a little too slow. It doesn't fit the style of the tyrant believers, or is there something wrong with the altar? But I checked, except that the rock is relatively old and hard, there is nothing special?"

He listened to a few words, and just wanted to continue to ask questions, when he saw a familiar figure appearing at the door, he stood up directly, and waved his hand quickly:

"here."

Rawls followed the voice, glanced around and walked helplessly towards it, and sat next to Jamil:

"I asked, there will be a passenger ship passing by Bayam tomorrow morning, and we can take it out of here."

"Do you have to wait until tomorrow?" Jamil's face collapsed immediately and he fell directly on the table.

"It's only for one night."

Rawls patted him on the shoulder, it is good that a young master like Jamil, who is obviously from a noble family, can persist until now. When on Stie Island, the young master slept on a rattan bed made by the stone golem Romit without complaining.

Although the conditions on Kaye Island have improved a lot, they are still far from what Jamil expected. The wind meal has been sleeping for a few days, and there is no problem in wanting something better.

"Okay." Jamil seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly regained his spirits, "Did you see the change in the weather just now?"

Rawls put his right hand to his mouth and made a zipper gesture, then got up and walked into the room. Although he was participating in the Tarot Club just now, he just saw the dark clouds disperse when he came out, and he could probably guess that the Church of the Storm had moved. But in the lobby of the hotel, it is still dangerous to discuss this kind of thing.

Jamil pouted, got up and left the hall with Rawls.

The hotel is extremely rudimentary, and the rooms are naturally poor. Even though Rawls and Jamil stayed in an expensive single room, there was only a wooden bed, a thin layer of cushions covered with cheap colored bedspreads, and thin blankets folded on them. .

In addition to a wooden bed, there is only one wooden table and four wooden chairs, with teacups and teapots on them, but obviously they have not been carefully cleaned.

Rawls closed the door casually, and as the wooden door was closed, the whole room seemed to be blocked and completely isolated from the outside world.

Jamil, who entered the room first, felt a bit envious of the blocked room:

"A simple action can be 'distorted' into a 'sealed room, isolated from inside and outside'. If I want to do this, I can only hold a ceremony."

"Although I don't know much about the 'Reader', the Sequence 6 'Learner' should be able to imitate my abilities, while the Sequence 5 'Secret Master' can invent some strange but effective spells, it should be

This can also be done. "

"But let alone Sequence 6, even if it's Sequence 8, I can at least take the 'Inference Student' potion when I am an adult."

Jamil was a little melancholy. His mother, Lady Dorothy, would never allow him to become a Sequence 8 prematurely. Although the bishop of the church is very willing to teach and spread knowledge, there are certain restrictions. The most important limitation is that only the knowledge of the current sequence the Beyonder is in is taught, which means that Jamil can only access the Beyonder knowledge related to Sequence 9, and through The Church has reviewed knowledge deemed safe.

Rawls spread his hands and smiled helplessly. He didn't know the follow-up potion formula, and even if he knew, he couldn't risk offending a demigod and give the formula to Jamil.

Jamil doesn't care about that either, it's just a matter of time anyway. And after he ran out this time, I'm afraid he won't have the chance to come out in the next few years. No matter how powerful Extraordinary ability, in a small country like Ma Xi, under the protection of his mother and Romit, it is useless.

"What do you need to do in Bayam? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I can handle it myself, but..." Rawls paused, successfully arousing Jamil's curiosity, "I can introduce you to someone, and you should have a common topic."

"Who? Me and the idiot have nothing in common?"

Rawls sat on the wooden bed, looked at Jamil sitting on the chair and said with a smile:

"It seems that I'm not the fool in your eyes?"

"You're a little smarter than a fool, otherwise you wouldn't become a Beyonder of Sequence 6." Jamil raised his chin, "Or you're lucky."

Rawls shrugged his shoulders. He was indeed born in a wild way, and he couldn't compare to the Extraordinary who came from the church like Klein and Jamil. He simply lay directly on the bed, looked at the ceiling and said:

"...Well, the guy I introduced to you is the 'Craftsman' of Sequence 6, so there should be a common topic."

"'Craftsman'?" Jamil suddenly became interested, and moved a chair to sit beside the bed, "Is he an Extraordinary of the Church of Steam and Machinery?"

"Maybe, anyway, he won't let you down."

"If it's not, it's meaningless. I've heard bishops in the church say that 'artisans' who are not from the steam church often don't have enough knowledge accumulation, but have a lot of experience in making extraordinary items. But the experience translates into The efficiency of knowledge is too low, and it is difficult for them to summarize knowledge."

Jamil's words are full of discrimination against Extraordinary people with low IQs, which is the consistent style of members of the Church of Knowledge.

Rawls suddenly became interested, and he was a little suspicious. He asked in a teasing tone:

"Although I have helped you before, but it is enough to tell me about the ghost fox, why did you come to Sti Island, and you are willing to share the treasure of the 'Ghost Empire' with me, I am afraid that in your eyes, I am not a little smarter than an idiot, right? ?"

Looking at Rawls lying on the bed with some disgust, Jamie stood up, folded his arms around his chest and looked down at him:

"I'm just looking for someone who can prove that I found the 'Ghost Empire', you happen to help me, you're not an idiot, and your identity is convincing enough. Even if you have any bad ideas, there is Romi There's nothing you can do about it..."

Just when Rawls felt that he was being self-motivated or too suspicious, Jamil said hesitantly:

"One more thing, I always think I've seen you somewhere, but I only passed Loen this time... Have you been to Ma Xi?"

Rawls recalled and shook his head:

"I grew up in Backlund, and I've never been to Masi... Besides, as a natural 'reader', don't you have a strong memory? How can you still feel this way?"

"I'm only Sequence 9. No matter how strong my memory is, I have to remember it according to its importance. It's impossible for me to remember everyone's face, right?"

"Although I have black hair and brown eyes, my facial features are typical of Loen people. The faces you remember in Ma Xi should be similar to yours, right?"

Jamil gave Rawls a contemptuous look and sneered:

"Masi is at the junction of Loen and Feneport, Diesy County, South Wales and even West Villas County. Many Loen students go to Marthe and Lumberg to study, and Loen and Marthe, The Lenburg royal family has political marriages. In Masi, don't there be too many people with Ruen faces?”

"All right!"

Rawls only knew that Loen and the nobles of Intis were married, especially the believers of the **** of steam and machinery, but small countries such as Lumberg and Masi really didn't know much. One is the pride of Loen as a big country, and the other is because the Church of Knowledge does not allow preaching in Loen, and naturally there will be no news of this.

He tilted his head and looked at Jamil, with his hands on his stomach:

"I'd like to ask you to do me a favor, if possible."

"You speak first?"

"I have a few Beyonder items in my hand. I originally planned to ask the 'craftsman' to help me identify and study it, but I haven't known him for a long time, and I have some things to deal with, so after I introduced you to him, I also I will hand over the extraordinary items in my hand to him for identification and research, and you have to help me look at that 'craftsman'."

"No problem." Jamil agreed, then sat back in the chair and looked at Rawls, "But I have a request, let me study it first."

"No, this is too dangerous for a 'reader'."

Rawls opened his mouth to refuse. His original purpose was not to study the Extraordinary items in his hands. He was favored by the "Mist of Uncertainty", which not only understood the negative effects, but also avoided some of them. On the one hand, this is to spend Jamil away from him, and on the other hand, it is to inquire about the secret of Roselle's treasure from "Craftsman" Sharf.

"All right."

Rolling waves, the Central Sunia sea.

The "Blue Avenger" moved forward steadily, without the slightest shaking.

"The Hanged Man" Alger Wilson sat in the captain's cabin, holding a brass-colored sextant, but his eyes were closed.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face.

"Finally digested..." Alger opened his eyes, raised his hands, and a little blue appeared around him.

Those azure blues smashed together and turned into a huge wave that swept forward.

Alger pressed his hands together, and the huge wave suddenly disintegrated, turning into countless raindrops and falling on the deck.

After nearly four months, his "Navigator" potion was finally digested!

During this period of time, he not only floated on the sea for a long time, completing various tasks assigned by the church, but also consciously explored new waterways and searched for islands that had not yet been discovered. After several setbacks , finally got some gains.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the heavy ship boards and the boundless sea, and landed on an ancient and hidden island, where he needed the main ingredient of "Wind Blessed One"—Blue Shadow Falcon.

Relieving his excitement a little, Alger returned to the table and looked at the notice from Bishop Chogori that he had just received. The altar of Kavituwa was found on Sti Island in the Central Sunia Sea. His Excellency En Courtman has destroyed it. But considering the location of this altar, Bishop Chogori asked Alger to search for the existence of an altar in the islands in the Central Sunia Sea on the edge of the Rhosid Sea.

In addition, a mysterious Beyonder once appeared on Sti Island. He rescued more than 300 people who were looted and sacrificed, but then disappeared mysteriously. At present, I only know that it is a man, who is over 1.8 meters tall. He should be a Loen person and may have the ability to hypnotize.

The opinion conveyed by Bishop Chogori is that Alger needs to try his best to find him. But looking for a person in the vast sea, there is no specific appearance, even the description of the ability is possible, how to find it?

Therefore, in Alger's eyes, this task is equivalent to no, he still has a lot of things to do, how could it take so long to find someone.

Chapter end