Chapter 860 Heavy
Also this morning.
Outside Room 2016, Hat Trick Hotel, 22 Hope Road, Jorwood District.
There was a figure silently outlined, it was a woman, brown curly, with a slightly lazy expression, it was the 'magician' Forsi.
After receiving the letter from her teacher Lorian, she came directly through the wall.
Forsi raised her hand, and rang the room with her fingers according to the agreed rhythm.
After a while.
The door opened to reveal a broad-shouldered, thick-armed gentleman.
Dorian Gray Abraham glanced left and right very quickly, stepped aside, and let the students in.
"I really didn't expect that you could become a 'Recorder' so quickly."
After closing the door, Dorian turned around and sighed.
If it was in the past, Forsi might be a little proud.
But when she thought of the Tarot Society, the two gentlemen 'Chariot' and 'World' were promoted at a speed comparable to that of a steam train, she couldn't be proud at all.
Although it took her only about a year from Sequence 9 to Sequence 6, it was already quite fast compared to many Beyonders.
But the two gentlemen in the Tarot meeting are already demigods, and the time spent is not much.
Shaking her head, Forsi said modestly: "This is all taught by you, teacher."
This is not a compliment.
but the truth.
She did get a lot of help from Dorian, knowledge, money, recipes, materials and so on.
Without these supports, even if she knew how to act, she would not be able to advance to this level within a year.
Dorian laughed, and continued.
"Next, your goal is Sequence 5 'Traveler', and I have higher expectations for you, I hope you can gain divinity and become a Sequence 4 'Mystic Mage'.
"Of course, I also have a request, that is, when you really become a demigod, try to pray to a certain hidden existence, listen to his answer, and figure out what he is talking about.
"This is indeed dangerous, but for the demigods of Sequence 4, they have enough ability to bear it, and there are no other factors, so there shouldn't be any problems."
After a pause, Dorian sat down and said, "Originally we hoped to make such a request to your demigod friend, but it seems that he has no intention of borrowing that item for the time being, so we can't force it."
That demigod friend is referring to Mr. Chariot?
Forsi nodded: "He has other things to do recently."
Well, I mean the ascension of George III.
this is too scary.
Since I found out that day, I haven't gone out for many days.
Fear of being discovered and arrested.
Fors shrank her neck subconsciously, and then asked with a curious and puzzled look: "Teacher, is this answer important to you?"
Of course she knew whom Dorian wanted her to pray to.
"Very important, too many of our parents, our brothers, our sisters, our children, have paid their lives for this answer and gained nothing. …
"Don't worry, the reason why we paid such a high price is because there is an ancient curse hidden in our family's blood, and you have no blood relationship with us.
"I don't expect to find a way to lift the curse through that answer in my generation, but I hope to know where it originated and what the cause of my death is..."
Having said that, Lorian took a breath and didn't say any more.
Forsi felt the heaviness accumulated over thousands of years from generation to generation.
She nodded vigorously and said, "Teacher, I will work hard."
One p.m.
East District, in a tavern.
Pressing the hat held up by the fluffy hair, Ikanser sat down in front of the bar, knocked on the counter and said, "Give me a glass of Southwell beer."
Although it was already afternoon, there were still not many people in the tavern, and the bartender was wiping the glasses to prepare for the opening in the evening.
Hearing Ikanser's words, he poured a glass of Southwell beer and pushed it in front of the man: "5p."
After paying for the drink, Ikanser picked up the glass of Southwell beer, took a sip, wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, and glanced in the direction of the door.
When he was about to finish his drink, the heavy door of the tavern was pushed open, and a member of the 'Mechanical Heart' walked over in a low-key manner.
Ikanser also ordered a glass of beer for him, and then asked, "How about that circus?"
After the 'arson house' incident on Saturday night, Ikanser led a team to investigate the residents of Black Palm Street.
That night, Black Palm Street suffered heavy damage, but there were no casualties or deaths.
This aroused Ikanser's suspicion.
Through investigation, they learned that the residents of Black Palm Street and nearby streets went to the circus performance that night.
A circus troupe that just arrived in Backlund was touring in various regions.
They happened to be performing on the East End on Saturday night.
And a large number of leaflets were distributed, claiming that the performance was free, and drinks and food were also provided.
You can watch the show for free, as well as drinks and food. Although there is only one per person, it still attracts residents of the East End.
After all, for them, such a good thing hardly happens once a year.
Ikanser investigated the circus and learned that their previous performances were not free.
This aroused his suspicion, so he asked his team members to investigate.
The team member whispered while drinking beer at this time: "I haven't found any problems for the time being. The owner of the circus thinks that although the people in the East District don't bring much income, there are many people here."
"He thinks that a free performance is good for the circus' publicity. In addition, they performed in the East District for three days, only the first day was free, and the next two days began to charge."
Ikanser grabbed his fluffy and stubborn hair: "Is that so? Did we investigate in the wrong direction?"
The team member said again: "Mr. Ikanser, apart from this incident, we have found something else."
Ikanser asked casually, "What discovery?"
The team member obviously hesitated, and then said: "Now there is such a rumor in the Eastern District. It is said that outside Backlund, someone discovered that a large number of slaves are secretly building mausoleums."
"Those slaves seem to be the workers who left during the great unemployment wave last year, as well as the homeless people of Backlandry."
"Some say it was done by the royal family."
Ikanser was stunned for a moment, and continued, "Who said that?"
The team member shook his head: "I don't know, but it seems that this matter has spread in the East District. The residents, workers, homeless, street girls and children here are all spreading the news."
"Also, people are worried about whether they will suddenly disappear one day, and some people have already spoken out, hoping that the Kingdom can explain this matter."
"Also, on my way here, I saw a suspected reporter interviewing nearby residents."
Ikanser's expression suddenly became serious.