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Chapter 91 Admirsol

Chapter 91 Admirsol

The scarlet moonlight carpet was gently spread on the path, but it could not hide the flowing blood. The corpses and blood silently told of the killing in this alley.

Eve came to the alley where Klein was hunting pirates.

"Why did so many pirates run out?" Klein asked, sticking his head out to look outside the alley. He raised his right hand, touched his shoulder, and hissed softly.

This hunt was not as lucky as the last one. Klein was sure that his body was covered with bruises. Fortunately, he kicked away the opponent's knife in the first place, otherwise he would have had several more cuts on his body.

"Nothing, just scared them." Eve squatted down, grabbed the corpse's shoulders, and threw it into the space in the mirror.

Klein nodded and did not continue asking. He did not have the habit of asking questions that were too complicated.

He took two steps forward, came to the dagger, took out the yellow crystal pendulum from his pocket, and hung it on the knife.

"It's an extraordinary item."

"It's an extraordinary item."

…

"It's an extraordinary item."

After silently reciting it seven times in his mind, the yellow crystal pendulum quickly rotated counterclockwise under Klein's gaze.

It wasn't an extraordinary item. Klein was a little disappointed. He picked it up and prepared to find a place to destroy it.

"This pirate is a Hunter. How about selling his trait to me?" Eve asked. "One trait is equivalent to two main ingredients for a potion. The main ingredients for a sequence nine potion cost between 50 pounds and 200 pounds. You still owe me 345 pounds. I'll pay you 345 pounds. How about that?"

"Okay." Klein nodded. Extraordinary traits cannot be sold directly at ordinary Extraordinary gatherings. The sailor trait he got last time has not been processed yet. It was sealed in an iron box by Eve, and he was not afraid that it would merge with other things. Klein planned to save up some money and then hire a "craftsman" to make it into an extraordinary item.

Klein unbuttoned his blood-stained coat and examined the white shirt underneath. The bloodstains were particularly conspicuous on the white shirt. He secretly thanked his lucky stars that he was wearing the same cheap suit he wore before.

Eve put her hand on Klein's shoulder and walked him back home.

"Here you go," Eve said, pulling out a bottle of red potion. "You can use it for external application or internal use."

"Each medicine has a different flavor," Eve added: "Coconut, strawberry, sweet iced tea, and of course there are some small surprises, such as fish, raw fish."

Raw fish...

Klein thought of the bottle of medicine that Ruirui gave him, which was full of fishy smell. And the medicine that Ruirui left behind after the evil god's offspring, the bottle that Klein drank was mint-flavored.

Hmm… just like a blind box, Klein thought.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally took the potion, put it to his lips, and tilted his head back suddenly. The red liquid slid down the bottle into Klein's mouth.

Klein suddenly felt a burning sensation in his mouth, and the smell of earth exploded in his mouth, as if he had eaten a red pepper covered in wet soil.

It tastes so bad!

Klein leaned forward, bent over, and hissed softly a few times. In an instant, the potion was lifted far away by Klein.

"Oh," Eve pinched her chin in surprise, "It seems that the potion you chose doesn't taste very good."

"This tastes too bad," Klein complained, "It's like a red pepper covered in dirt."

"Next time I'll smoke it myself."

"Okay," Eve said with a smile, "I'm leaving now. Good night."

"Good night."

The next morning, in order to go to school with Melissa, Eve got up early and waited on the roadside.

Melissa walked to the side of the road and saw the beautiful teacher, still standing on the side of the road with no sense of presence, just like yesterday. "Good morning, Teacher Eve."

"Good morning, Melissa." Eve said with a smile at the girl.

Melissa stood beside Eve somewhat stiffly, waiting for the public carriage.

The two girls waited for a while on the roadside before getting on the carriage. Neither of them spoke on the way. Students always have a little distance and restraint towards teachers they just met, and Eve would not take the initiative to approach them, as this would seem too deliberate. After getting off the carriage, the two separated.

Eve had classes in the morning and afternoon. The school didn't have enough teachers, so she taught more than just Melissa's class. After arriving at the office, Eve lay on the table for a while before going to class.

"Disaster incarnates,

The ruler of the mirror world,

the symbol of joy and pain.

I have a mission today, so I can't accompany you to find Admisol."

"It's okay, I can go by myself." Eve replied silently, still teaching normally on the surface.

"Ring, ring, ring!"

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and Eve put down her chalk and took out her handkerchief to wipe her hands.

"Teacher Eve, let me help you get the book!"

A blond boy immediately stood up, rushed to the podium, and was about to pick up the book on the table.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

After seeing this, the other boys gritted their teeth unwillingly and sat back silently.

Eve quickly took the book, held it in her arms, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Kobel, but I don't need it."

Kobel touched his nose and smiled at Eve awkwardly.

Eve walked out of the classroom holding the book.

"teacher!"

Several boys immediately followed and rushed to the door only to find that Eve had disappeared.

"Hey? Where's the teacher?"

The boys scratched their heads and looked around but couldn't find any trace of Eve.

A girl with golden curly hair and ordinary face walked into the Dragon Bar.

"A glass of absinthe." The girl pointed at the counter with her fingertips and said to the boss.

The boss glanced up, then lowered his head to look for the wine and handed the absinthe to Eve's clone.

Admisol cannot control his spiritual vision. If Eve's real body comes, he will die from looking directly at Eve, and now is Eve's lunch time.

Eve looked around, lowered her head and whispered to the shopkeeper, "I want to see Ademisol."

Swain raised his eyes and looked at the little girl, as if judging her.

Eve smiled and looked at Swiss.

After a while, Swiss raised his chin towards the card room and said, "There."

"Be careful not to cause trouble."

Swiss wiped the glass and said without looking up. His slightly fierce tone and burly body made his words sound murderous.

Eve smiled and said, "Yeah."

The girl pushed open the wooden door of the card room. No one was playing cards inside. The slightly dim room was quite deserted compared to the boxing ring outside. A pale-faced, greasy-haired man was squatting in the corner of the room with his head in his hands, his body trembling slightly, as if he was afraid of something. That should be Admisol.

Ademisol didn't notice anyone walking towards him.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 92: Pretend to be dead

Chapter 92: Pretend to be dead

Eve stood in front of Admiral and looked at him without hiding her expression.

Admisol squatted in the corner with his head in his hands, his body trembling slightly. The shadow covered his figure and concealed his fear.

"You are the 'monster', right?" Eve crossed her arms and leaned over to ask.

The man in work clothes raised his head tremblingly and looked at Eve. Then he suddenly collapsed to the ground as if he was frightened, his body stiff.

"I have the formula for 'Monster', do you want it?" Eve said with a smile.

Ademisol stared at Eve dully.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

He nodded slowly.

"I...what price will I have to pay?" Ademisol said with a trembling voice. As a "half monster", Ademisol could always see a lot of things from people, but he could see nothing from the woman in front of him.

"The price..." Eve took out a folded piece of paper from her pocket, shook it in front of Admisol, and sneered, "The price is one hundred pounds."

Eve shook the potion formula, loosened her hand and said, "You have a very vivid imagination."

The formula floated slowly in the air and fell into Admisol's arms.

Admisol lowered his head in a daze, looking at the formula in his arms. The corners of his mouth slowly curled up, the arc getting bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a burst of ecstasy. The man held the formula in his arms tightly, as if someone would rush out and snatch his formula away in the next second.

"I will pay the gold pounds as soon as possible!" Admisol held the formula tightly, his voice trembling slightly.

Eve curled her lips, put her hands behind her back and said, "I will be back here at 7pm, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow, or maybe half a year later. I hope you can pay the price when we meet next time."

"goodbye."

Eve pushed open the door and turned back to speak to Ademisol who was slumped on the ground.

Admisol looked straight at Eve as she left, tightly clutching the formula, breathing deeply as if he couldn't breathe.

Two seconds later, Admisol regretted his decision and immediately rushed over and opened the door, but the blonde girl was no longer outside.

At school, Eve went to class with her books after lunch break.

Eve was supposed to go home after class, but she sat in the office for a few hours so she could ride home with Melissa.

"Melissa likes machinery very much?" Eve leaned closer to Melissa and asked in the carriage.

Melissa held the mechanical parts in her hands and murmured "hmm".

"I have some interesting little machines at home, Melissa, would you like to see them?" Eve said with a smile.

"Is it okay?" Melissa asked expectantly, her eyes lighting up.

"certainly."

…

Melissa followed Eve out of the carriage and came to His home.

The room was simple, clean and tidy, but there was no obvious sign of human life.

The overall layout of this room should be the same as No. 2 Narcissus Street. The living room is right inside the house. There is a long sofa and a single sofa in the living room. In front of the sofa is a glass coffee table with five porcelain white cups upside down on the table.

There is a square dining table to the right of the sofa and coffee table. Next to the dining table is a brown-red wooden shelf. On the top shelf are three bottles of red wine, and in the middle are some sundries.

The last floor, which is also the one that attracts Melissa the most, contains only a "mechanical clock".

The brown-red wooden casing protects the dial, and a round brass weight hangs from the bottom. But if you look closely, you can find a spring hidden behind it. This is actually a music box.

Melissa reached out her hand, unable to resist the urge to touch it. She curled her fingers twice, turned her head and looked at Eve, her eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

"Teacher Eve, can I touch it?" Melissa asked.

"Of course." Eve smiled and raised her hand, making a "please" gesture. Thanks to Roselle, the gestures from her previous life could be understood by people now.

"Thank you, teacher."

Melissa said happily, reaching out and touching the spring on the back of the music box. It felt slightly cool, as if to help her dispel the summer heat, which Melissa liked very much.

The girl reached out to the spring and twisted it twice, but found that the music box did not start, there was no music and it did not move.

The music box is broken, Melissa thought immediately, and she felt an itch in her heart, wanting to take it apart, look at the internal structure and then repair it, but no, this is Teacher Eve's music box.

She thought of the pocket money Klein gave her every Monday. After treating her to small cakes, there would be a lot left. She could save up some money and buy a music box of her own.

"Hey?" Eve walked to Melissa and asked in surprise, "Is it broken?"

"It should be." Melissa turned the music box's spring twice more, but still no sound came out.

"Take it apart and take a look." Eve pointed at the music box and said to Melissa.

"good."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Melissa's tone was filled with a bit of joy and anticipation, as if she felt that this was not a good thing. The girl cleared her throat twice, restrained her smile, and showed a serious expression on her face. She carried the music box to the dining table and began to disassemble it.

After a while, the outer shell of the music box was opened, revealing the mechanical mechanism inside.

Eve slightly tilted her body to look at Melissa. Melissa rested her hands on the table, frowned slightly, and stared at the machine in front of her seriously, looking for the source of the problem.

The structure of this music box was not complicated, but Melissa had never touched a music box before, so she needed to figure it out bit by bit, which took a lot of time.

"Disaster incarnates,

The ruler of the mirror world,

the symbol of joy and pain.

…

The embodiment of disaster,

the master of the mirror world,

the symbol of joy and pain. "

One prayer after another suddenly broke into Eve's ears, rapid and panicked.

Zhou Mingrui!

Eve immediately turned her gaze to Klein.

Klein looked at the corpse in horror, chanting Eve's name in his mind. He immediately reached for the holster under his armpit and pulled out the revolver.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three gunshots, the corpse was still holding its wrists tightly, without even a cry of pain, as if the three bullets were just a game.

Enchanting! Enchanting bullets!

Klein thought immediately and pulled the trigger, again and again.

The last shot of the revolver is an enchanted bullet.

"Bang!"

The bullet pierced the Tuxedo Clown's corpse's shoulder, blood spurting out of the wound.

The Joker immediately began to sway slightly, his body unstable, as if he was about to faint in the next second, but he still held Klein's wrist tightly.

"Honakis...Flegera...Honakis..."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 93 The Wolf That Eats the Fortune Teller

Chapter 93 The Wolf That Eats the Fortune Teller

Eve looked away.

The corpse was not dangerous, and Klein could easily deal with it with his abilities. He was just frightened.

He raised his hand and gently rubbed his temple, then lowered his eyes to look at Melissa.

"Is Teacher Eve tired?" Melissa saw Eve rubbing her temples and immediately put down the music box in her hand and asked.

"No." Eve put her hand down and said.

"Hmm…" Melissa glanced at the clock on the wall, hesitated for two seconds and said, "My brother should have gone home. I need to go back."

"Well," Eve picked up the music box with both hands, bent her arms forward, and handed it to Melissa, "If you like it, I can lend it to you. Just return it to me tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Thank you." Melissa put one hand on the music box and pushed it back slightly, waving her hand and saying, "No, I don't need it."

She just enjoyed the process of disassembling the music box, studying its internal structure and then restoring it.

Hearing this, Eve nodded and put the music box back on the shelf.

"Goodbye, teacher."

"Well, bye."

Eve took two quick steps to open the door, moved sideways to let Melissa pass, and stood at the door watching her leave.

"Meow~"

A black cat jumped down from the windowsill.

"You still remember to come back," Eve turned her head and complained. She glanced inside the house and saw Ruirui lying on the carpet washing her face in a lazy manner. "Come here, let's go have dinner."

"No need, meow, I've already eaten," Ruirui squinted her eyes and made a gurgling sound in her throat, explaining, "Sherman took me to a literary salon."

"Literary salon," Eve complained, "It's not for eating."

"I'm just a cat," Rarity opened her eyes, adjusted her posture, and tucked all four legs under her body. "Do you want me to discuss Russell's literary achievements with them, meow?"

"Okay, okay," Eve said, a trace of sadness on her face, pressing her chest, "It looks like an old man like me will have to spend dinner time alone."

Rarity rolled her eyes rudely at Eve.

The girl laughed twice and went out alone to have dinner.

When Eve returned home, the crimson moonlight had already filled the streets. He sat at the desk, turned on the gas lamp, and pulled out a mechanics book from a pile of books. His fingertips brushed the side of the book, paused, and his nails slightly sank into the book. He lifted it up with force and turned to the page he had read last time.

The girl supported her face with her right hand and read sideways. Two minutes later, she changed to supporting her face with her left hand. After a while, she changed back again, changing this posture back and forth several times.

Ten minutes later, Eve picked up the tea set on the desk, poured herself a glass of water, and sighed silently in her heart: "Bad habits can never be changed."

When studying, he always thinks about slacking off, especially when he is at home. He drinks water or eats a biscuit after studying for two seconds. This is a bad habit of Eve in his previous life. He has not changed some of the bad habits from his previous life in this life, and he does not plan to change them.

Eve raised her head and drank the water in the teacup. Then she put the cup down and thought to herself, "Study, study!"

Ruirui had already jumped onto the bed and curled up in the quilt.

It was rare for him to get home so early, and he ignored Eve.

…

It was past eleven o'clock in the evening, and the Moretti brothers and sisters had said good night to each other and went back to their rooms to rest.

Eve walked out of the dressing mirror and entered Klein's room.

"Hi, Zhou Mingrui," Eve waved her hand and said, as if she were meeting an old friend after a long absence, "How are you doing recently?"

Klein really wanted to roll his eyes at Eve, but that was too ungentlemanly. However, he thought that he didn't need to be a gentleman in front of his sister, so he rolled his eyes anyway.

"You clearly know that," Klein couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand, his tone somewhat helpless, "I'm going to have a psychological trauma."

"What exactly is on the top of Mount Honachis?" Klein couldn't help but ask. He heard "Honachis...Fregola..." when he was promoted, and he also heard "Honachis...Fregola..." from the corpse's mouth. When he was doing divination for someone at the Fortune Teller Club, he saw a palace directly. All of this made him extremely curious about Mount Honachis.

"There is a wolf on the distant Hornachis Peak that eats the fortune teller's wolf," Eve said in a very light voice, blending with the crimson moonlight, with a bit of gloom, "the ones that can't be eaten will be hung on the beams and made into bacon, which will be kept as food reserves."

The corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he looked at Eve in silence.

"What you said sounds like 'Children who don't sleep will be taken away by wolves.'" Klein looked a little sad. He missed his parents a little. This was never the case when he was away from home before.

Klein subconsciously tried to clench his cane, but missed. He let go of his hand as if nothing had happened and said, "The difference is that yours should be somewhat credible. That wolf is a high-sequence fortuneteller."

Eating the fortune teller reminded him of extraordinary characteristics, which should be the extraordinary characteristics of eating the fortune teller.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"By the way, will that wolf eat people?"

Klein imagined a house full of hanging people. No, if they were made into bacon, would they still have human form?

Hanging in that room is...

Klein took a breath, frightened by his own imagination.

"Of course not," Eve said, "That wolf doesn't eat people."

Klein breathed a sigh of relief, looked up at Eve and complained, "Be careful or someone will sue you for defamation."

"Don't worry," Eve waved her hand, with a complicated look in her eyes, and said, "He can't sue."

He.

Klein keenly captured "Him". It seemed that the wolf was actually an angel.

He was not surprised. Compared to the stupid Sequence Seven colleague who had an angel in his body, the unreliable angel sister had an old angel friend, no, an old wolf, which seemed very normal and reasonable.

"Are you going to Rhodes Islands tonight?" Eve asked.

"Of course," Klein nodded. Although the psychological trauma had not disappeared, he still had to earn some gold pounds. "After I get the bounty this time, I can hire a craftsman to make extraordinary items."

"Artisan..." Eve touched her chin and thought, "Have you ever considered letting Melissa take the path of a generalist? She is very suitable for being a generalist and has some self-protection ability. If she can become a 'craftsman', she can earn a lot of money."

Klein immediately shook his head. He didn't want Melissa to be exposed to the dangerous extraordinary world.

But the income is not bad...

Klein shook his head in his heart and rejected this idea. "Craftsman" is Sequence 6. By the time Melissa becomes a "Craftsman", the civil service system will probably have been implemented. By then, Benson will have a stable and considerable income.

"Well," Eve shook her head indifferently. He was just asking casually, "Then let's go."

Eve placed her hand on Klein's shoulder, and in an instant, the world turned into an oil painting.

(End of this chapter)Chapter 94: Viscount Glint

Chapter 94: Viscount Greylint

Klein looked at this colorful world, which seemed to have countless colors flowing, merging and separating.

"But I still have to remind you," Eve's slightly ethereal voice echoed in Klein's ears, "Melissa's fate shows that she will become a 'universalist' in the future."

"Perhaps if you didn't have such thoughts, you wouldn't have this fate." Klein glanced down at Eve and said speechlessly.

"Ha." The rich colors rippled like water waves, becoming regular and normal. Eve brought Klein into reality and said softly, "Destiny is not so easy to change."

"He" turned sideways and looked at Klein, patted his shoulder and said, "I'll wait for you in the tavern."

Klein nodded and left alone, his black windbreaker blending into the night.

Klein never wore expensive formal attire when hunting pirates. Not only was it inconvenient and conspicuous, but he would also feel very sad if it was damaged.

The first time he wore it was a cheap formal suit, which was disguised as a sailor suit by Eve's illusion. After receiving the bounty, Klein bought himself a black windbreaker that was convenient for movement.

Eve walked into the tavern from last night. The girl didn't come today. Maybe she had left, or maybe she was scared, but He didn't care.

He ordered a glass of wine as usual and waited in the tavern for Klein to finish hunting. About half an hour later, Eve left the tavern and took Klein back home.

"Do you want to choose for yourself this time?"

Eve placed the red potions on the floor. There were about ten bottles of potions, occupying only a small area of the floor.

Klein nodded and stared at the potion on the ground. After hesitating for a while, he placed his right hand on the potion closest to him, picked it up, looked at it carefully, and put it down again. He picked up a bottle of potion next to it, turned the bottle around with both hands, and after careful observation, opened the cork and sniffed the bottle mouth.

No taste, just like water.

It seems that it is impossible to distinguish them just by appearance and smell. Klein thought to himself and put the potion in his hand on the desk.

"This is my choice." Klein said in the same mysterious tone he used in the Fortune Teller Club.

Eve crossed her arms and looked at Klein with interest.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Why don't you drink yet?"

"For external application, please step aside." Klein placed his right hand at his side and made a "please" gesture.

Eve was silent for two seconds, then slowly raised her right hand and raised her middle finger.

"It's a pity that you are not a provocateur, otherwise the potion would be half digested." Eve put down her hand, walked to the dressing mirror, looked back and said, then stepped into the mirror.

After Eve left, Klein took off his windbreaker and shirt, placed them on the bed, picked up the potion on the table and poured it on the wound.

The cool medicine immediately dispelled the pain of the wound and brought a sense of refreshment.

…

The sunlight penetrated the morning mist in Backlund and poured into the bedroom.

The beautiful girl on the bed trembled her eyelashes twice, then opened her eyes with a hint of haziness in them.

Sherman closed her eyes again, raised her arms and pressed them over her eyes to block out the glaring sunlight.

Two minutes later, the girl turned over and lay in the arms of her fiancé. She raised her hand and touched Jessica Edwin's beard, moving carefully for fear of waking him up.

Sherman really liked touching Jessica's beard. The short beard scratched his palm, which was a little prickly but not painful.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Jessica turned over and hugged Sherman, closing her eyes and speaking in a muffled voice.

The girl's fair face was immediately flushed with a blush. After the engagement, Jessica would always call her "baby" and "sweetheart".

"Good morning, Jessica, did I wake you up?" Sherman leaned into the man's arms and said tenderly.

"Not really," Jessica paused for a second before saying, "If I say 'yes', can I get compensation?"

When Sherman heard this, her face flushed immediately. She glared at Jessica, sat up, pulled out the pillow from behind and threw it at her fiancé, saying coquettishly, "You are really not a standard Loen gentleman. Perhaps Intis would be more suitable for you."

"No, you did live in Intis, and you learned things from those Intis men, and I don't know how many women you have told them." Sherman raised the pillow angrily and hit Jessica's face lightly, then threw the pillow away in frustration and climbed off the bed.

"Hurry up and get up," Sherman urged, "We still have to go to the banquet, so we must get ready in advance."

Nobles and wealthy people always like to hold banquets, which can show off their wealth and status as well as expand their network.

Sherman entered the banquet venue holding her fiancé's arm.

As soon as the girl appeared, she attracted everyone's attention. Her beautiful and charming appearance made people fall for her.

Sherman had long been accustomed to this situation. After becoming a "witch", her appearance and charm were greatly improved, and after becoming a "witch of pleasure", they were further improved.

Her appearance is not the best, but because of her "witch" characteristics, Sherman always attracts other people's attention.

Many gazes stayed on Sherman for a while and then gradually dispersed, but Sherman could still feel that several gazes were always staring at her, and some gazes sometimes looked at her and sometimes looked away.

The girl took her fiancé's arm and walked into the banquet venue. Under Jessica's guidance, Sherman greeted the gentlemen and ladies one by one.

"Sherman, Jessica," the beautiful brown-haired woman said hello to the two of them, holding a glass of red wine. "It's nice to see you here. I didn't expect you to be here too."

"Nice to meet you," Jessica said, raising her glass in return. "Ms. Fors, I'm so happy for you. Your Stormy Manor has achieved excellent results. It's amazing."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Thank you." Fors said with a smile, but glanced at Sherman.

Jessica smiled knowingly, "It seems like you need some time and space alone."

He kissed Sherman's forehead gently, "I'll wait for you at the dining table."

Sherman nodded and watched Jessica leave.

After Jessica left, Sherman immediately took two steps forward and asked, "Is Viscount Glint here?"

Fors nodded with a serious expression. She took a deep breath and said soothingly, "He arrived at the party a long time ago and is now resting alone. Don't worry, we will definitely be able to rescue Xio."

After saying this, Fors drew a triangle on his chest and prayed silently in his heart.

In fact, Sherman was very confident about rescuing Xio, but she didn't say anything. She just nodded silently, took two steps forward and pulled Fors' arm.

Hugh is Sherman's best friend and the only one who didn't laugh at her when she was a man, so after she finally became a woman as she wished, Sherman, who didn't even tell her family, told Hugh the truth.

Fors led Sherman to where Viscount Greylint was.

"Hello, Mr. Viscount," Fors saluted Viscount Greylint while holding a red wine glass. The corners of her mouth turned up, and her tone was a little lazy. She leaned down slightly and whispered, "I heard that you are very interested in mysticism."

Greylint looked at the two ladies in front of him. After his gaze lingered on them for a while, he naturally withdrew it and nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, may I ask who are the two ladies?"

"Fors Wall is a writer." Fors paused for a few seconds, then chuckled and said, "He is also a true Beyonder."

Greylint was stunned for a moment. He put down the wine glass and looked at the two of them. "Really?"

"It seems we need to prove it," Sherman said with her hand covering her mouth and laughing. She stretched out her hand in front of Viscount Greylint. With a "clang", an illusory black flame burned in Sherman's hand.

Greylint stood up immediately, staring at the black flame in Sherman's hand, "This is definitely not a trick!"

Seeing that Viscount Greylint believed it, Fors and Sherman looked at each other, and Fors immediately stepped forward and said, "Mr. Greylint, we need to talk to you."

"What do you need?" Grellint asked hesitantly. He knew that it was not difficult for Beyonders to get money. Perhaps they wanted a certain Beyonder material in the treasure house. "Do you need any material?"

"No, it's not." Sherman shook his head, "We want to ask you for help. In return, we will take you into the extraordinary world."

"I need to think about it for a while." Viscount Glint said.

Is it dangerous to do something that even extraordinary people cannot do?

"I look forward to your reply, but please be quick," Fors said, "It's not a dangerous thing, at least not for you."

(End of this chapter)Chapter 95 Sacrifice and Gift

Chapter 95 Sacrifice and Gift

In an ordinary house, Charles sat on a chair, opened a bottle of expensive red wine, and poured it directly into his mouth without using a glass.

"Knock, knock!"

There was a knock on the door. Charles frowned, feeling a little annoyed. He ignored the knock, hoping that the person outside would leave quickly and not disturb his wonderful morning.

"It's better not to drink in the morning."

A familiar voice came from outside the door. Charles was so scared that his hand twisted and the red wine spilled on his clothes.

He immediately stood up and ran to the door to open it for the woman outside.

"Miss Eve," said Sharf respectfully, "your arrival makes my humble house look extraordinarily splendid."

Eve waved her hands and didn't want to hear these words.

In fact, Sharf was not flattering. He was just full of awe for this mysterious woman who appeared in his life when he was born.

The appearance that had not changed for decades made Sharf clearly know that this was a High-Sequence Beyonder that he could not afford to offend. Even though she was so beautiful that he had never seen her before, he did not dare to have any evil thoughts.

"Please make a Extraordinary Item." Eve took out the iron box containing the Sailor's Characteristics and handed it to Sharf. "It contains a Sailor's Characteristics. The ability of the Extraordinary Item must be related to defense. Try not to affect combat on land."

The best "craftsman" who had worked with Eve was naturally Roselle Gustave, but it was a pity that he could no longer make extraordinary items for her.

It was Charles who made low-sequence extraordinary items for Eve after Roselle's fall, and later it was Charles' direct descendants.

Charles is a poor child. Mediocrity is not a crime, but unfortunately he is Gustave.

Eve was standing by his bed when he died.

He told him, "I have the power to extend your life."

Charles just smiled, shook his head, and passed away.

Death is an inevitable end, but maybe that's a good thing.

Charles respectfully took the box from Eve and agreed.

Eve glanced at Charles with her head tilted, and left in silence without saying a word.

Charles did not try to persuade her to stay, nor did he exchange pleasantries or anything like that. This was how they had always gotten along, without any language. Even the name "Eve" was something he learned from his father.

Eve went straight back to her home in Tingen.

Today is Sunday, there is no school, and Klein is going to hire a maid with Benson and Melissa. There is also a dinner tonight, so today's mysticism class was cancelled, and Eve had a rare holiday.

Everything went smoothly in the mausoleum. Many creatures in the mirror had already entered the mausoleum. Eve glimpsed the situation inside the mausoleum through the prayer light.

He had already met Chick.

Chick's condition is very bad. He was severely injured after he and the Hades caused the Pale Disaster. Eve took the opportunity to seize his faith and hunt him down. He has not fully recovered until now.

It will probably take another two or three months for the mausoleum to be completed.

In order to successfully obtain the Conqueror attribute of the Loen royal family, Eve did not take any action.

It is much easier to take the Conqueror trait from Chik than from the Crown.

After the routine check, Eve withdrew her gaze, threw herself onto the soft bed, took out the book "Storm Heights" from under her pillow, and prepared to enjoy her vacation.

Eve watched until the evening, drank only a few sips of sweet iced tea for dinner, and prepared to go to bed. As soon as she lay down, she heard the prayer.

"Disaster incarnates,

The ruler of the mirror world,

the symbol of joy and pain. "

Then Klein asked in Loenese: "Whose name is it, the lingering heroic spirit, the followers of the true creator, the eyes that stare at fate?"

Eve sat up and replied, "Ouroboros."

Ouroboros's?

Klein was a little surprised, and for a moment he hesitated whether to report Heinason's matter to the captain.

After thinking for two seconds, Klein still felt that it would be better to report it. Judging from this incident, Heisener was obviously dangerous, and this incident would not affect Ouroboros at all.

"How do you know this honorific name?"

"Melissa's classmates played the magic mirror divination game at the dinner party," Klein said, "and they used this honorific name."

"What a brave bunch of kids," Eve exclaimed. "To use the words of Emperor Roselle, a newborn cow is not afraid of a tiger."

Klein was speechless for a moment, and felt a little sympathy for Emperor Roselle.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Tell them about the sacrifice and bestowal ceremony at the Tarot meeting tomorrow," Eve suddenly said, "Now that you have been promoted, you can perform the sacrifice and bestowal ceremony."

"Well," Klein nodded, "Do you want to try it in advance?"

"If you're worried, you can give it a try."

"If successful, you can deliver express." Eve suddenly added.

Klein choked and was speechless. Although he did have this thought, it was clearly a noble sacrifice and gift.

…

"Altar, mystical symbols, spiritual materials, honorific names, and prayers," Eve said one by one. "The normal sacrifice and bestowal ceremony process is very complicated, but you are still in the start-up phase, so just keep it simple."

There didn't seem to be any problem during the start-up period, Klein complained in his mind, but he always felt something was not right. He didn't want to start a business, he just wanted to build a platform.

"A simple altar with mystical symbols painted on it. Your mystical symbol is the pattern composed of the 'eye without pupils' and the 'twisted line'. Then place the candles using the binary method and recite the prayers and honorific names in a language that can communicate extraordinary powers, such as Giant or Ancient Hermetic..." Eve introduced in detail: "How is it? Still very simple, right?"

Klein raised his cane and gently tapped his palm. He repeated it silently in his mind several times, making sure he remembered it, and nodded.

He pulled a silver pocket watch engraved with vine patterns from his coat pocket and checked the time.

2:52.

Klein took a deep breath and looked forward, feeling quite heroic and ready to face death. He walked four steps backwards and climbed up the Sefirah Castle.

It's time for the weekly humiliation again, Klein thought somewhat sadly.

Klein suspected that his embarrassment had been recorded by his sister, but unfortunately there was no evidence. No, that's not right. It would be better if there was no evidence. He didn't want any evidence to exist.

Eve followed closely behind and also climbed onto the Sephira Castle.

Huge pillars support the palace. Inside the magnificent and ancient bronze palace, a man and a woman are sitting on chairs.

Eve half-leaned on the bronze chair, looking lazy, tapping the armrests of the chair with her fingers, waiting for the party to begin.

(End of this chapter