Chapter 480 Flower Work (5200 Plus)

"Permission of all ages?"

Aaron sneered: "At least the 'Mother of the Night' doesn't hide her hostility towards me... If I go to the top of the spirit world, I'm afraid I will be watched by several seniors..."

"That's a pity..."

'Raven' shook its wings, and made a very anthropomorphic gesture of 'I can't help it'.

"It seems...the matter of the 'Gate of Longevity' needs to be carefully planned."

Aaron looked at 'Raven': "I want you to lobby those Si Sui who are neutral and bias towards us, and acquiesce in Motura's promotion... After I succeed, I will give you a rich reward beyond imagination."

"No problem, I'm glad to serve you!"

This is not the East. The Western thinking is to put everything on the negotiating table and clearly mark the price.

'Raven' happily made an additional investment: "I will deposit this generous remuneration with you, and wait for a longer time to repay it...According to bankers, compound interest and time are the most important factors for capital appreciation. Good friend! I believe in this sentence, and I have enough patience and time to wait..."

After finishing speaking, the gloomy aura of 'Raven' immediately disappeared without a trace.

In fact, when he took a trace of the 'Gate of Longevity' brand from the spirit world before, his aura was already very weak, and at this moment it shattered like soap bubbles.

"Oh... who attacked Uncle Bran?"

The crow swayed, fell to the ground, and then flew up again, with a feeling of being out of breath.

Immediately, it saw Aaron, and its body trembled.

Even though it didn't know Aaron's identity, the ancient majesty from the spirit world made it crawl on the ground.

"Respected and noble lord, your loyal, humble and obedient Bran is willing to serve you!"

"Nice little guy, very polite."

Aaron boasted: "You can call me Your Excellency the Earl... Now I need you to help the descendant of my nephew, save people from the Church of the God of Wisdom."

"Follow your wishes..."

Bran saluted again: "Great, noble, mysterious, and benevolent Earl!"

"Um."

Aaron held a gold-encrusted cane, and his figure disappeared instantly.

...

Bran let out a long sigh at this time: "Fuck, I scared my uncle to death..."

"My uncle lost consciousness just now, it seems that... the wise, tolerant, and glorious ancestor awakened in this uncle's body?"

"And, have you reached an agreement with the Earl?"

"Damn... eat shit... It seems that we have to rescue the pair of sisters... But it doesn't matter... With the will of the ancestors, which bastard dares to stop it? This uncle is going to pull it on his head..."

At this moment, Bran's unclosed eyes turned, as if he saw something, flapped his wings, and came to an alley.

William, who was pulling up his collar and covering half of his face, stopped suddenly.

He raised his head and saw Bran parked on the street lamp: "Dead crow... where did you go?"

"Quack... idiot, stupid, lazy William... shout with joy!"

Bran raised a wing: "Because the handsome, brave, and wise Uncle Bran is ready to help you complete the task."

...

After a few days.

Outside the temple of knowledge built of pure white bricks and stones.

Bran changed his face and watched a luxurious carriage drive slowly away from the church area.

"Sure enough... the news is the same as what I got."

William looked at the carriage going away, with a triumphant smile on his face: "Pope Harold Egger will go to other cities to attend the Continental Academic Symposium, and will not return for at least a week."

"This is the news that my uncle has worked so hard to inquire about. Of course, there will be no mistakes."

Bran's voice came from William's chest: "So... hurry up!"

"At least we have to wait until Harold Egger leaves Pulmouth completely...I don't want to be directly killed by this crown prince..."

William was still wide awake.

He is a very cautious person. Although the divination he did after drinking coffee this morning showed that everything will go well, he still remains vigilant.

...

three days later.

night.

William came to this familiar place familiarly.

"A great performance is about to begin, but unfortunately there is no audience."

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and various symbols representing knowledge quickly covered his body.

As these symbols flickered, his whole body even began to distort and deform... From a living creature to a series of information and knowledge flows...

The non-human forms of the 'wise men' are quite special, they can even maintain the form of 'invisible knowledge' for a short time!

Of course, this kind of maintenance time is very short and requires a carrier, but it is enough for now.

Countless characters, symbols... all drilled into a blank book.

On the pale yellow pages of the book, lines of text immediately appeared.

Some of them are chaotic, like the random graffiti of a madman, and some describe the travel stories of a man named "Scholar William" in a beautiful tone.

What is horrifying is that on a certain page, those words gathered together like ants, forming an eye that keeps looking around!

Slap!

According to William's vision, Bran picked up the book directly and discarded it on the road that the night watchmen would inevitably pass by during their night patrol.

The disciples of the God of Wisdom respect knowledge and the carrier of knowledge—books!

When you encounter a discarded book, you will definitely pick it up and put it away properly.

And in the direction of the Pure White Temple library, there happened to be a prison entrance!

That's William's plan!

He couldn't enter the church by himself, but he could let the church members bring him in!

Not long after, a night watchman with a lantern passed by this section of the road, looking at the books on the ground in surprise: "Which monk threw the book here? This is a blasphemy against knowledge!"

He quickly picked up the book, fondled the writing lovingly: "Huh? "The Book of William Shire"...a name I've never heard of. Huh?"

After turning a few pages, the night watchman immediately realized that it involved secrets!

The night watchman's expression suddenly became serious.

Although believers in knowledge worship knowledge, they also know the dangers of knowledge.

In particular, books that involve secrets are strictly graded, all for the sake of the rationality of believers.

So instead of being blinded by greed, he caught a bomb.

"Captain Kings...I found a mysterious book, which may have been dropped by a deacon...I must send it back to the library immediately."

The night watchman found his captain and reported seriously.

The captain of this team of night watchmen is a middle-aged man with blue eyes. He glanced at the bibliography and his expression became serious: "It is not in the low-level bibliographies I remember. It may carry pollution. It comes from 'Restricted section'...you did the right thing, send it to the library immediately, and ask a special person to review it..."

Going back to my hometown by car, motion sickness, nausea...I'm not in good condition, I'm really sorry, the update tomorrow morning will also be postponed...