Chapter 44 The Lion Fights the Rabbit

Latest URL: Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.

He bent his back, stretched out his right palm, pinched the edge of the paper with slightly trembling fingers, and picked it up.

This time, Dorian read it from the beginning word by word very carefully, sometimes suddenly, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, sometimes painful.

The letter that Fors sent was not long, he read it twice in only three minutes, and then fell into a long silence.

The sunlight from the window came in and sprinkled on the overturned table.

Dorian Gray Abraham's lips moved suddenly, but in the end no sound came out.

He quickly rubbed the paper between the thumb and index finger of his right hand, causing the letter to ignite a crimson flame.

After doing all this, Dorian packed up his belongings, put on makeup, left the rented house, and went to another place with the previously prepared identity.

After he settled down, he sat next to the desk, staring at the brass ornaments, wondering what he was thinking.

As the sunlight became rarer and dimmer, Dorian's eyelids moved and he let out a long and slow sigh.

He then spread out the letter paper, picked up the pen, and wrote while thinking:

"...I am very happy to see that you have digested the 'Recorder' potion within a few months, which means that you really have the potential to become a demigod...

"...these are the main points of playing 'Traveler' as I understand it, but you must remember that everyone has a different personality, and there will always be some differences in acting in practice, so you can't completely copy it... This is not to say that other people's acting The main point is wrong, but they may cause great conflicts in your heart and affect your mental state... Sometimes, making some adjustments may slow down the speed of potion digestion, but it is more beneficial to you, You have to remember that impersonation is just a tool, not a master...

"I look forward to the day you have completely digested 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 that the gentleman mentioned... I think you should have noticed it a long time ago. I have done some research on this matter, otherwise you would not always ask I ask about related things...

"I hope you can go further to understand..."

After writing the reply,

Dorian Gray Abraham closed his eyes and quickly folded the paper.

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In January 1351, Backlund's New Year was much cooler than in the past.

In the basement of a house in the West District, several candles swayed with yellowish flames, illuminating the altars, chairs and round tables around them.

At the edge of the light, in an extremely dark place, a figure seems to exist, sometimes shaking, sometimes stretching, thin layer, no thickness, like a living shadow.

Suddenly, the figure said in a low voice:

"You arrived earlier than I thought."

Next to the candle, where the fire was brightest, a figure was quickly outlined.

This is a man, wearing a mysterious black robe, slightly curly brown hair, the roots are hard, and the eyes are deep and deep, which seems to be hiding countless things.

He is the "Saint of Secrets" Botis, one of the five great saints of the Aurora Society.

Botis smiled and said:

"Distance is not an issue for me."

He immediately pulled a chair and sat down, and said to the long and narrow shadow:

"Has everything been investigated? Have you found any abnormalities?"

The shadow that almost melted into the darkness replied in a low voice:

"no problem."

"Really?" Botis instinctively questioned the definite answer, "Xma, could this be a trap?"

Kesma, the "Dark Saint" of the Aurora Order, slowly shook his head and said:

"The target was very discreet and definitely not exposed on purpose.

"If she hadn't been asking for the cursed object of the ancient wraith, we wouldn't have been able to detect that she might have a connection with the Abraham family."

"Saint of Secrets" Botis said as if he was thinking:

"The cursed object of the ancient wraith, this is one of the main materials of the 'Recorder', I remember that the Abraham family does have a spare Asman brain... Heh, I don't want to directly provide the extraordinary characteristics of the 'Recorder', I hope to do Some tests are indeed the style of the Abrahams, simply put, they are not enough trust."

"Dark Saint" Kesma didn't go along with Botis's words, and said to himself:

"Even though she was asking for the main ingredients of the 'Recorder' potion, we didn't find a problem at first. After all, not every believer understands the corresponding mystic knowledge, but she still mentioned some things related to the 'apprentice' and Abraham. question.

"She is really cautious in this aspect. The Beyonder circle for purchasing materials and the Beyonder circle for asking questions are not the same. Different things will be handled in different circles. Moreover, sometimes, she will hire other party participants in advance Help her with her needs.

"We wouldn't have noticed her if we hadn't been in several of those circles and finally compiled the news."

"Holy One of Secrets" Botis slightly nodded, then asked:

"Why don't you just do it directly, and you still want me to come over?"

In the shadows, the darkness floated, and replied in a low voice:

"The situation in Backlund is getting more and more tense, the 'Nighthawks', 'Punisher', and 'Mechanical Heart' teams are cleaning up round after round, and we are being watched closely.

"If I handle this matter, it's okay if there are no accidents. Once an accident occurs, I don't have a 'mysterious mage' to herd, and I may not have time to escape.

"Also, isn't it you who are most interested in the Abraham family?"

Botis chuckled 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 "Holy One of Secrets" took out a crystal ball from the dark pocket of the black robe.

The crystal ball was neither clear nor transparent, as if it had been poured into a deep night.

With the touch of Botis' palm and the movement of his lips, little by little bright lights appeared in this strange crystal ball.

They are like star sand, slowly rotating, forming a complex scene.

"It's acceptable..." Botis glanced at the crystal ball held in his right hand, and nodded slightly.

He immediately looked at the "ghost":

"Tell me more specific information."

After learning that there will be a gathering of Extraordinary people in a certain circle tonight, and the target may appear, "Saint of Mystery" Botis stood up and said to "Saint of Darkness" Kesma:

"I've got to make some preparations."

As soon as the words fell, he opened his right hand, lifted it lightly, and then closed his five fingers.

The area he was in suddenly distorted and disappeared.

The candles, firelight, round table and chairs that had been there were also gone, leaving only the floor tiles and ceiling.

After a while, shadows floated there, and everything returned.

"Saint of Mystery" Botis was no different from before, but the figure of "Saint of Darkness" Kesma unwittingly emerged from the darkness.

He looked at Botis and said in a deep voice:

"You are more cautious than necessary."

"But it's not a bad thing. I hope to solve the problem without anyone else noticing." Botis responded with a smile, "You follow along, hide in the shadows and be my assistant, don't directly Come forward, and leave immediately if you find something unusual."

"...Okay." "Dark Saint" Kesma slowly walked out of the shadows.

He looked very young, with excellent facial features, but there seemed to be a dark curtain covering his face.

After approaching Botis, Kesma faintly heard the illusory chewing, biting, and digesting sounds from unknown sources, and felt some kind of undisguised malice and hunger.

This made him, a demigod, shiver uncontrollably.

The eyes of this "Saint of Darkness" froze for a second, and looked at Botis's face with a hint of astonishment and surprise.

Botis raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly cruel smile.

A few seconds later, one of them used "Teleportation", the other merged into the shadows, and left the house one after another.

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At the junction of Backlund's East Borough and the Bridge District, in a dilapidated apartment building, there were some open rooms on the first floor of a cheap hotel.

When Botis walked out of the spirit world, the Extraordinary party was still two or three hours away, and no one had arrived here yet.

He looked around, taking in the seats and the messy long tables.

After observing the environment, Botis walked to the corner and pulled his right hand as if pulling a curtain.

The area was then shrouded in shadow, distorted, and then disappeared.

Because it didn't contain any items originally, and there was no objective measurement mark, so no one would notice that there was a space missing here, and would only feel that the distance between the wall and itself seemed a little closer, but upon closer inspection, everything was normal .

This is the "space hiding" of the "Mystic Mage"!

They can use this ability to divide a place into two, hide part of it, and must pass through a specific "door" to enter.

At this time, in the area that was cut and hidden, the room existed normally, with floor tiles, a ceiling, and a cockroach crawling across in a hurry.

The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line, and was blocked by You Shen's endless darkness.

After "Saint of Secrets" Botis looked around, his gaze stayed on a transparent vortex in mid-air.

This is the "door".

All hidden spaces must have a "door".

After thinking for a while, Botis put his hand into the dark pocket of the black robe, took out a mirror, and embedded it in the position of the "door".

The mirror distorted and quickly reflected the outside scene:

Seats and long tables were arranged in a mess, and there was no one there.

In this way, Botis monitored the meeting place of Extraordinary people through this mirror.

As time passed by, Extraordinary people who disguised their identities arrived one after another.

One of the figures wearing a hood habitually chose the corner by the window, took out a palm-sized notebook with a patina shell, and flipped through a few pages at random, as if reviewing the key points of future questions, or checking his own Are you prepared enough.

Behind her side, there is an ordinary mirror mounted on the wall.

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