Chapter 218 Unless You Are Crazy! (Please Subscribe)

“Hiss, hiss—” (Eat, eat—)

As soon as the nightmare worm appeared, it jumped on the workbench. Several soft tentacles squirmed back and forth, dragging the round little head to slide around. The one eye stared at Wayne with a very eager look.

Snapped.

Wayne knocked it on the head, causing it to roll several times on the workbench in pain, "Just remember to eat, right? Did you bring the letter back?"

"Hiss!" (Take it!)

The little messenger opened its mouth and spat out a letter. Like the nightmare worms in the triangular box that were constantly running to complete the transaction contract, the items were stored in the internal space connected by its mouth.

“Hiss, hiss—” (Eat, eat—)

Wayne took the letter, patted it on the head, and chuckled: "I'll take you to find food when I'm done."

After saying that, he ignored the little messenger's behavior and took out a piece of parchment and...

"oh?"

Wei En raised his eyebrows. Is there an extra space ring?

If I remember correctly, the content of his previous letter was that he wanted to find a wizard with a legendary destiny divination system who could cast a destiny barrier on him...

He put the ring aside, opened the parchment and read it.

"Dear Faceless Wizard, I am 'Nana' from the Nightmare World. I am very happy to receive your letter. In addition, my real name is Olivena Villalba, and I am a senior wizard of the Occult School. , just call me Olivena. (Please forgive my presumption, this is just for the convenience of keeping in touch with you in the future)"

Presumptuous?

Easy to contact?

Does the introduction of yourself above mean to show sincerity?

Or show favor?

This is a good start...

Wei En continued to read thoughtfully.

"As for what you said in your letter about trading the legendary spell-Destiny Barrier with our occult school, I have already reported it to the school."

"After discussion with the senior leaders of the school, there are now two trading contracts for you to choose from."

"Contract One, one million gold pounds in exchange for the destiny divination system of the occult school. The legendary wizard Oleg Eisenach will cast a destiny divination spell for you."

One million gold pounds? !

Wei En took a breath and read on without hesitation, choosing two, two, two!

He knew that the occult school might take advantage of it, but the price of one million gold pounds still shocked him.

Do you really think he was taken advantage of?

"Contract 2, in view of your performance in the Nightmare Realm Tower gathering, our occult sect Ragnar Yasmani Blackmoore, Chief Master, hopes to reach a deal with you regarding the defects of spell runes..."

A transaction related to the defect of spell runes?

Or does it mean the chief of the esoteric school?

Wei En raised his eyebrows, he knew what the chief meant.

I remember that this term appeared in the memory of the original body. It was written in the first article of the training manual when the original body was first trained as an intelligence officer - the chief dean of the Ghost School, Vaclav Samuel Capo.

The chief dean of the esoteric school... It seems that yesterday's impromptu idea did not only bring bad effects.

"The school agrees to treat the fate divination knowledge system as a trading item, but the chief does not think that the third flaw you provided has equivalent value. The specific transaction details require further communication."

"For this reason, the school allows me to keep in close contact with you. When necessary, the chief will contact you directly."

"Of course, if you choose contract one, please reply to me and let me know. I will notify Oleg Legend and get in touch with you as soon as possible to sign the transaction contract."

"Finally, please reply to me and tell me your choice after receiving this letter."

"Standing on the shoulders of intellectual giants, the truth is close at hand - Olevanna Villalba of the Occult School."

Wayne put down the letter and rubbed his wrinkled forehead. The matter was more difficult than he thought.

Although he had fantasized before, as the occult school that uses spell runes the most, it was willing to put the knowledge of the destiny divination system into the contract to trade for the flaws in his spell runes.

But that's just fantasy after all.

When he saw that line of writing on the envelope, Wei En felt his scalp tingle.

He is very aware of the cruelty and reality of this world, and his willingness to pay such a high price to trade the solution to the shortcomings of spell runes shows that the Occult School believes that the problems with the spell runes within the school are more serious.

According to what Wizard Olivena said last night, the knowledge of the destiny divination system is the core of the occult school and the most closely protected spell system.

This can be seen from the fact that the Ghost School does not have any knowledge of the fate divination system. Otherwise, how could Ghost's temperament let go of such a big piece of fat?

Coupled with the fact that he had just learned about the two operations of the Ghost School from Teresa, one can imagine how much of a sensation the rune flaws announced yesterday caused in the wizarding world.

However, this is also where he has a headache - now even if he does not agree to trade the rune defects to the occult school, the other party will probably use various methods to make him submit.

"Why."

Wei En sighed. Compared with the occult school, his strength alone was too weak after all.

Once the other party fails to abide by the terms of the contract, or uses unconventional means, he seems to have no good way to counterattack and can only bear it...

As for choosing to agree to the terms of contract one...

"Unless you're crazy!"

One million gold pounds was exchanged for one thousand points of spiritual power. No matter how much I thought about it, I felt like I was losing money.

He is as black-hearted as selling an explosive sniper rifle for 10,000 gold pounds...

Wayne sat back in his chair, his red eyes reflecting the pitiful nightmare worm on the workbench, silently pondering the choice of this contract in his mind.

As soon as the contract was taken out, it was obvious that it was done intentionally by the Mystic School.

The purpose is to force him to prefer option two, so...

"Then we can only make a fuss about the transaction contract."

Thinking of this, Wayne took out the parchment, picked up the quill and started writing on it.

"I have received the content of your contract, but I do not agree with what Chief Warklav said about the unequal value..."

"In fact,"

"As for the defects in the spell runes, I can agree to use them as trading items, but I have a few conditions."

"First, the number of flaws in a single spell rune must be limited, with a maximum of four per spell rune. The specific number depends on the depth of my research on the spell rune, which requires you to provide detailed knowledge of the spell runes."

"Second, I am very interested in the knowledge related to the fate divination system, but in order to ensure that the transaction proceeds smoothly, I need a complete set of knowledge to avoid subsequent constraints."

"Three, at the same time, I also need the legendary destiny barrier spell..."

"Four……"

"five……"

Wei En spent ten minutes and wrote down twelve conditions in a eloquent manner. The contents either exaggerated the importance of the flaws of the spell runes and asked the occult school to increase their efforts, or put forward some very harsh conditions in order to increase the occult school's consent to other possibility of conditions.

Since Wizard Nana, well, Wizard Olivena has even named Chief Ragnar, he must put forward some conditions that are consistent with the other party's identity.

After all, the key to the transaction he is discussing with the occult school is no longer as simple as knowledge of the fate divination system.

But after the transaction is completed, it will be a big deal that will bring the overall strength of the Spiritual Esoteric School to a higher level.

In short, regardless of the content of Wizard Olivena's previous reply, in Wayne's mind at this moment, he has determined that the value of the items traded this time is not equal.

Well, the value of the knowledge about the destiny divination system is not as good as the defects of the spell runes he provided!

After writing the letter, Wei En rolled up the parchment, glanced at the nightmare worm that was staring at him, and asked in a low voice: "Little messenger, you said... How about you deliver the letter for me again, and come back for dinner?" "

"Hiss?" (Liar?)

The little messenger sat down on the workbench, holding several tentacles above his head and waving wildly. The one eye looked at him in disbelief, as if asking - are you still a human?

"Sure enough, can't it?"

"Hiss!" (No!)

Seeing the determined little courier who was determined to go on strike in protest, Wayne scratched his cheek and felt that he had gone too far.

"Okay then, I'll take you to find something to eat."

He put the little messenger on his shoulder and stuffed the letter into its mouth smoothly, "I hope the new pirates on board can satisfy your appetite..."

With that said, Wei En took out the golden key and returned to the real world.

“Hiss, hiss—” (Eat, eat—)

…

…

The Eastern Continent, the west coast of the Kingdom of Chartland, and the city-state of Custer.

Dang, Dang Dang...

The church bells rang, causing people who were working hard in the city to stop and look at the brand new Krims Cathedral in the central city.

"Praise Lady Storm!"

"Praise to Lady Storm, everything smells like freedom, it feels so wonderful."

"Praise...huh? Are you still wonderful when I let you work?"

Several workers who were clearing the ruins of the Ruhr neighborhood were laughing and pulling out the bricks and stones from the ruins so that they could rebuild the houses later.

"Of course, no one can stop my devout faith in Lady Storm!"

"I think you are crazy. Do you still remember that sentence you often talked about before?"

"What, what words? Heinkel, I advise you not to talk nonsense."

"Shall I remind you? That sentence is - praise the dawn?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Gerson, you are such a fickle man."

"Shut up, hurry up... Huh? Look over there!"

One of the men wearing a city guard uniform was about to scold them for speeding up when he saw a short figure coming out of the corner not far away.

Its body was stooped, its limbs were very slender, and the cracks in its flesh were covered with maggots. There were four scarlet eyes on its flat face, staring at the workers.

"Yes, is it a mutant?!"

"You guys, run!" The city guards took off their muskets and shot at the aberrations while shouting loudly: "Hurry up and notify the people in the Secret Adjustment Department and ask them to come!"

The workers were frightened and ran towards the main road not far away. As long as they got there, they would be saved.

"Quick, run, as long as you find the investigator of the Secret Investigation Department!"

"Damn it," the city guard said with a fierce look on his face when he saw them escaping. He loaded bullets with his hands and started shooting wildly.

Although he was also afraid, his duty was that before those ordinary people could run away, he must not leave the aberrations alone, even if...

The aberration licked the corners of its mouth and allowed the bullets to hit it.

The broken shrapnel splashed and scratched its body, bringing out several streaks of thick green mucus, which spilled onto the surrounding walls and floors, corroding dozens of large and small holes.

"Roar--"

The aberration jumped up suddenly, twisting its slender arm into a sharp dagger, and charged towards the city guards.

It's over.

The ugly look of the deformed person was reflected in the eyes of the city guard, and he felt a pain in his heart, knowing that he was here today.

Damn it, how could it be so unlucky?

"storm!"

Just at this moment, a clear voice sounded, and then the aberrant creature was suddenly swept into the sky by the tornado rising from beneath it.

"Wind Blade!"

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure was seen passing quickly, and the long knife in his hand slashed through the aberrant body, splitting it into two.

Plop, plop.

Hearing the sound, the city guard turned around and saw a woman in blue armor sheathing her long sword.

"Are you okay?"

"You...praise Ms. Storm and thank the guard for the rescue."

He recognized the clothes the man was wearing. It was the unique armor of the Church of Storms guard knights.

"You're welcome."

The woman turned back and smiled, looked at the slightly embarrassed city guards, waved her hand and said, "Is it okay to leave it to you to deal with?"

"No, no problem." The city guard looked at her bright appearance and quietly blushed, "I don't know your name, so I can go back and write a report..."

"Lydia, Lydia Ernst."

"Lee, Ernst?!"

The city guards were stunned for a while, and their eyes turned to resentment when they looked at the Storm Guard Knight.

Even though it had been many days since that incident, he couldn't have been indifferent to the Ernst family. If it hadn't been for them...

Woman, no. Lidya suppressed her smile and nodded calmly, "Report it truthfully."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the block.

"Thank you."

Seeing her leaving like this, the city guard hesitated for a moment, then said a difficult thank you.

"You're welcome!"

Lydia kept walking and continued walking towards the Krims Cathedral that once belonged to the Church of Dawn.

No matter what, she would repent for the mistakes her grandfather and brother had committed and pray for Ms. Storm's forgiveness.

Soon, Lydia crossed the once golden street and came to the area near the central church. She felt much happier and put a smile on her face again.

"It's nice to receive another thank you today..."

"Lydia?"

"Um?"

Sound familiar?

Lydia turned around and looked in the direction of the sound, her eyes widened suddenly, and she looked at the person in disbelief, "Ka, Kali?"

"It's me," Carly stood on the avenue that once belonged to the Church of Dawn, with a bright smile on her face, looking at the familiar figure with gentle eyes, "I can't believe that you really embarked on the journey of faith. road."

"yes,"

Lydia came back to her senses and suppressed the throbbing in her heart. As a noble daughter, she didn't know much about the affairs of the Four Orthodox Churches.

But since she believed in Lady Storm, she has also learned a little about the conflict between the Church of Storm and the Church of Dawn. It is obvious that Carly Morris, as the candidate saint of the Church of Dawn, should not appear in today's Castle City.

"You're back?"

"Yes and no," Carly nodded first, then shook her head, her tone still gentle: "I happened to be on my way, and I just wanted to go home."

"Home?"

Lydia was stunned for a moment, yes, apart from the fact that Carly believed in the radiance of dawn, her home was also here.

"Well," Carly looked up at the Krims Cathedral not far away. It was as majestic as she remembered, but now it was hung with a sign belonging to the Church of Storms.

"Do you want to go back to Golden Street? It hasn't been repaired yet..."

"No, I just took a look."

Carly's expression darkened, "If you, the Church of Storms, don't mind."

"Of course... I don't mind. If the bishop knows about your arrival, I think he will definitely come to accompany you."

Lydia almost said something to mind, but she knew very well that despite their different beliefs, Dawn and Storm were not enemies.

Well, it's just a contradiction...

"That's good," Carly seemed relieved and patted the towering clock, "I want to go visit the Secret Mixing Department, is that okay?"

"Secret Mixing Department? Of course, of course, I haven't been there for a long time."

Lydia remembered that she and Carly had met in the Secret Mixing Department, and Marco was there at that time...

"I don't know how Captain Lacey is doing now. I hope she won't be frightened when she sees me..."

"She is no longer the captain."

"Huh? Has she left the Secret Adjustment Department too?"

"That's not true, she is now the director of the Investigation Department," Lydia explained: "She was also promoted just after you all left."

"Minister? Really?" A bright smile appeared on Carly's face, sincerely happy for Lacey.

"Yeah, let me tell you..."

While the two were having a cordial conversation as if they were friends meeting again, at the high eastern wall of the city-state, the Judgment Saint Celestia Eddas led a team of Judgment Legion members, also looking at the Krimos Cathedral in the distance.

"Are you sure you haven't followed?"

Melbell, who was not far away from her, folded her arms and leaned against the tree with calm eyes. "She has enough strength to protect herself."

Celestia looked him over and said, "Speaking of which...actually, blasphemer, this name is more suitable for you."

"Lady Celestia, are you going to judge me?"

"Judgment?" Celestia chuckled, "Within the scope of blasphemous authority, your power is not weak, and they are still here..."

Melbell glanced at the calm-looking trial knights and did not respond to her words.

"I want to know, what exactly do you want to do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Celestia nodded noncommittally, "Really?"

Melbell was silent again. In front of a saint who had full control of her power, every word she spoke would make her see more clearly...

…

…

Meanwhile, onboard the Leonard.

"...which number is this?"

On the deck, more than a dozen pirates stood in line in front of the cabin, gathering together cautiously.

Under the sea breeze, their clothes soaked with sweat stuck to their bodies. Their eyes were full of fear as they looked toward the cabin, and they kept swallowing the saliva secreted from their mouths.

"The eighty-seventh..."

"You, you are talking about the ship, why did the captain do this?"

"There are obviously those beautiful queen guards here, how could he do such a thing to us?"

A broad-minded old pirate next to them looked at them disdainfully, "Cowards!"

"you?!"

The new pirates glared at him.

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Didn't you hear the screams of those people just now? Not only were they miserable, but there were also those gasping, gasping sounds..."

"I heard it! But so what? Do you know what the captain is doing inside? How can you shoulder the great Leonard if you are so scared just by hearing the sound?"

As he spoke, the old pirate puffed up his chest with an unnatural blush on his face, "Besides, if it's not the captain, you can't..."

"hiss--"

These people who had just turned from sailors to pirates felt their teeth aching when they heard his words.

It's okay to let them throw themselves into the arms of those sexy and passionate women, but a man...even if he is a powerful captain, that's not allowed!

"Next!"

At this time, Wei En's calm voice sounded in the cabin bedroom.

"Quick, quick, old Luo Er, it's your turn!"

Ronan, who was controlling the helm of the ship, heard a voice in the bedroom behind him. He turned pale and waved outside, signaling for another pirate to come in.

Although he was full of respect for the great captain, he still couldn't accept the sounds that he just heard that easily aroused his imagination.

If it weren't for the fact that he still had to control the sailboat, I'm afraid he would be like those people outside...

Damn it, when did the Captain become interested in men?

"Second Mate, I'm going."

"Hurry, don't keep the captain waiting!"

With an excited smile on his face, the old pirate Rohr dove into the bedroom, "Captain, I'm here, come and do it..."

His smile froze as he looked at the scene inside. He saw that the pirates who had come in before were lying around in this bedroom, as if they were sleeping, but the strange thing was that these people had more or less strange expressions on their faces. .

Some were laughing frozen, some were crying in grief, and some were struggling and writhing in pain... But without exception, their clothes were all intact.

"Ship, Captain, what are you doing?"

Old Luo Er couldn't hide his disappointment. What on earth were these bastards dreaming about to make such a sound?

"I just heard you say, are you okay?"

Wayne stood in the corner of the bedroom with an expressionless face. If Claire were here, she would definitely be able to tell that he was in an extremely bad mood.

And that was also the case. Now he wanted to strangle the little messenger to death.

Damn it, this little bastard feeds on the emotions in dreams, but it's so perverted to make people dream.

God knows when he saw those big-muscled bullies just now, how many idiots ran through his heart...

"I, I don't, it's not."

boom!

Before Old Rolle could finish speaking, Wei En had lost his patience and slapped him unconscious. He glared at the nightmare worm and cursed: "This is the last one. If you get hungry again, I will throw you into the sea and feed it to the mutants!"

"Hiss, hiss..." (No, no, no...)

The little messenger shrank his head, wriggled a few short tentacles and jumped on Old Roll's face, opened his mouth and stretched out a thin tongue to penetrate into his head.

Immediately afterwards, the expression on Old Luo Er's face became unnatural. A silly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his saliva flowed out. His hands were waving in the air randomly, as if he was grabbing something.

after……

boom!

Wayne kicked him with a black look on his face, grabbed the nightmare worm that was still sucking, and returned to the studio.

Damn it, is this the Leonard or the Back Mountain, bastard!

Back in the studio, Wei En threw the little messenger away, "Hurry up and deliver the letter. If you dare to say no again, believe it or not, I will make you feel pain now?!"

"Hiss-" (I'll be back as soon as possible-)

As the voice fell, the little messenger disappeared, taking the letter to the Mysterious School of Spirituality.

"Come back? It's best not to come back!"

Wayne rubbed his forehead. He really didn't expect that the nightmare worms would eat like this.

It seemed that when those pirates woke up, he would have to use his deception talent to modify their memories. Otherwise, would he, the pirate captain's face... still be there? !

at this time--

[You are guided by the forbidden object 0-38 Bell of Truth, and your location is exposed. Evaluation: Talent is quite useful, but it just allows you to support it for a while. Destiny... haha. Special rewards: +50 survival points, +1 spiritual level, +1 toughness level. 】

【……】

[You are guided by the forbidden object 0-38 Bell of Truth...Reward: Survival Points +50. 】

Um?

Wei En saw the reminder message reappearing in his mind, turned to look at the clock beside him, and silently calculated.

After modifying the original power, can I get rid of the guidance of the forbidden object for two hours?

Tsk, little messenger, come back quickly...

Without receiving a reply, he really didn't have much sense of security anymore...