Chapter 446

On Friday, Xifa lived very comfortably. He had no missions, and was not disturbed by out-of-control Beyonders or demigods. He was able to visit several elf ruins through local guides like a real tourist, but one or two of them The location is obviously forged by later generations. Although Xifa is not a historian, he can still make judgments based on the fineness of the murals and some subtle clues.

He didn't get to the bottom of it. The real elf relics might be protected by the Feisac Empire, and even invested manpower in research and interpretation. As a Extraordinary who might have just provoked the Feysac military, Xifa just wanted to stay quietly in Gran In a small town, not in a prison.

Today, he also tasted a food similar to 'xuewang', which uses animal offal and various spicy grains to make this unique food.

Moreover, Xifa also saw the tableware created by the elves, chopsticks!

This gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

In the evening, Admiral Bingshan brought a few pirates to the small town of Gran, but this time he did not bring Danis and Jodsen with him. As merchants, they went to the island to replenish food, water and medicine.

In the evening, Xifa took Edwina to the "Wild Horse Bar" and invited her to taste the "Ferge Liquor" in the small town of Granville.

After taking a sip of the golden liquid, Edwina watched the enthusiastic and unrestrained beauty of Fusac twist her limbs on the other side of the dance floor, and said in a tone of indifference: "After you left, someone was spying on us. "

Xifa's expression changed: "Do you know who it is?"

Edwina stared at the liquid in the cup and said, "It's not clear yet, but Jodsen went to investigate, but. In order to prevent accidents, we will return to the 'Golden Dream' tomorrow."

"tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow." Lieutenant General Bingshan said without any ups and downs, "We will start looking for the 'Death Treasure' on Monday. If there is any tail behind, we still have two days to deal with it."

In that case, I will have to be absent from the Tarot meeting next week, and I will pray to Mister Fool after I go back later, explaining the situation, Sifa let my thoughts settle down, and nodded, "Okay, let's do it like this."

Edwina glanced at Sifa with her clear eyes: "You seem to have become more confident, have you been promoted?"

What a keen observation!

Xifa was trying to make excuses, but Edwina didn't intend to hear the answer at all. She drank the 'Fegge' in one gulp, and said calmly, "I'm going back first."

After she left, Xifa also left the bar, but he came back after a while, but this time he put on the bearded and stern face of the 'Duke'.

When he and Edwina came to the bar, they found that Cyril was still busy. This member of the Antiquities Recycling Association was still working as a bartender here, and it seemed that he still hadn't heard from Oswald.

Xifa came to the bar, knocked on the table, and said in a low voice, "Have a glass of 'Sonia Blood Wine'."

Cyril smiled slightly and said, "It's me."

Xifa was worried that there were still members of the Secret Order in the town, worried that they would find Cyril, so he used the code to check again.

After hearing what Cyril said, he felt relieved and said, "The treasure map has been sent away."

Cyril said sincerely: "No wonder Mr. Oswald entrusts such an important matter to you, a field worker who has just joined the association. You are really amazing."

Sifa smiled, but didn't respond.

Cyril poured a glass of 'Fegge' and put it in front of Xifa: "The treasure map has been sent away, you shouldn't just come to drink?"

"I want to ask you for a favor." Xifa took the cup and took a sip, not daring to drink too much. He quietly glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and sighed in his heart: the cup used in the bar is too big , a glass of beer is too much!

Cyril had a relaxed expression and wiped the glass: "Tell me, I can't guarantee that I can help, but if I can, I won't refuse."

"Who doesn't want to sell one or two favors to powerful people, maybe I will need your help in the future."

Xifa chuckled, and did not dislike Cyril's 'sophistication'. This kind of purposeful help, but willing to talk aside, Xifa quite recognized.

"I'm looking for a person, a person who came from an unknown continent. What is certain is that he is not from the Southern Continent, nor from the Northern Continent."

"He has yellow skin, black hair, a broad nose, and flat facial features. He may be called Li Rui or Lin Rui. This is translated based on the pronunciation of his name."

"He may disguise himself. If you find him, don't disturb him. Keep an eye on him for me. I'll be back in about a week."

Xifa believed that, with Cyril's ability and channels, if the 'old man' who might come from another continent, or even a traveler, were to be on Sonia Island, Cyril should have found something.

If he didn't have enough information channels, it would be impossible for him to escape in the hands of a 'Secret Puppet Master'.

"No problem, I'm still good at finding someone. But next time, you don't need to come here, just go to the 'Champagne Manor' to find me."

Cyril said bluntly, with confidence in his voice, which made Xifa look forward to it.

"Your treat?" Xifa drank the wine in the glass and shook it.

"Of course." Cyril responded with a smile.

Leaving the bar, Sifa rubbed her cheeks in the dark, turned back to her original self, then wrapped her coat tightly, and hurried back to the hotel.

Back at the hotel, he erected a 'spiritual wall' so that no one could detect his prayers.

Then he quickly recited "The Fool"'s honorable name, and said: "...Great Mister Fool, due to some personal reasons, I will not be able to participate in the Tarot meeting next Monday. I am very sorry."

"The next meeting, I will report to you about the secret order."

He wanted to take this opportunity to sell the 'Mermaid Clue' to the great Mister Fool, and believed that Klein would need this clue, after all, he hadn't become a 'Puppet Master' yet.

Not long after, Xifa saw the boundless gray fog and saw a blurry figure standing on top of the long bronze table, and nodded slightly.

The gray fog dissipated.

"This is really compelling." Xifa touched his chin, "The 'Book of Mysteries' doesn't give me a similar function, so I'll make a mysterious organization to play with."

After arranging everything properly, Xifa took off his coat and got into the cold bed: "It would be great if there was an electric blanket."

Amidst the exclamation, he tried to shake his body, and after a while, the bed was warmed up, and Xifa finally fell asleep.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly.

He, Edwina and others returned to the 'Golden Dream', but Jodsen hadn't returned yet, and he had no work for the time being, so Xifa went back to his room.

After closing the door, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the boundless sea outside the window: "I'm a 'conspirator' now, what are the rules of acting as a conspirator?"