Hearing Max knocking on the door, Odis snapped awake.
This squad leader of "Mechanical Heart" rarely visits Odis outside of work hours; when he does, it's usually because he has something very important to discuss.
After opening the door, Odis cautiously looked around the street, saw no suspicious people, and then said to Max, "Come in."
After Max entered the room, he did not rush to reveal his purpose, but instead carefully observed Odis.
Odis also noticed that something was wrong with her good friend: "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing." Max looked away. "I just saw in the newspaper last night that there's another meeting of the Mysticism Research Society today, so I came to tell you that we are no longer acquiring Emperor Roselle's relics."
Odis nodded, looking at Max, waiting for him to say the "important thing".
Max replied, "That's exactly what I came here to tell you."
"Huh?" Odis thought she had misheard: "Knocking on the door so early in the morning, just because of this?"
"Otherwise what?" Max laughed. "If you take in more of the Emperor's relics, 'Mechanical Heart' won't be able to reimburse you for the expenses. Wouldn't that be a big deal?"
Upon hearing Max's words, Odis immediately realized, "This is indeed a big deal!"
"Alright, I worked the night shift yesterday, I'm going back to sleep." Max yawned. "At times like this, people always envy the 'night watchmen,' who only need to sleep two or three hours a day."
As Max left, he took one last deep look at Odis. The church's higher-ups had speculated that three years ago, an ancient and mysterious being had awakened within Odis's body!
For the past three years, Max had already regarded the person in front of him as Odis, putting aside the speculations of the higher-ups.
But the urgent telegram from headquarters yesterday reminded him of these things.
Is the person in front of me really just an ordinary person? Can an ordinary person be promoted twice within a month?
But Max quickly looked away and walked away.
As Odis watched Max leave, she felt something was off.
As he made himself coffee, he pondered Max's unusual behavior.
Soon, an astonishing thought popped into Odis's mind: The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery knows about my ascension!
But then Odis felt that this was not surprising: after all, I may have been involved in a high-level case involving the "Secret Seeker" three years ago. It's only been three years, and the Steam Church could not have forgotten about it.
Odis took a deep breath and suddenly realized that the coffee had overflowed from the cup and was spilled all over the counter.
He quickly leaned over and took a sip, then wiped the coffee clean with a cloth.
Sipping his coffee, Odis felt somewhat desperate. The Church of Steam had not diminished its attention on him, or rather, the God of Steam and Machinery still maintained a high level of interest in him.
After all, Odis was a deity, and even if he had left Backlund, he should have been found quickly.
Odis had always known that the God of Steam and Machinery must have taken notice of her, after all, the case from back then was handled by the "Heart of Machinery".
Moreover, given that it involves the source matter, it's impossible for the God of Steam and Machinery to be completely unaware.
Therefore, Odis always made himself appear normal enough. He even prayed to the god of steam and machinery for power so that the extraordinary weapons he developed would have a longer service life.
The truly profound parts of his research conducted in the "wilderness of knowledge" were not something he dared to apply to the real world.
Overall, he is a talented young man who enjoys studying the occult and has improved traditional magic arrays with his research.
Odis knew that as long as he didn't use the power of the "Wilderness of Knowledge" in the real world, the God of Steam and Machinery would just continue to observe, and maybe one day He would get tired of it and stop paying attention to this ordinary person named Odis Gar.
But so far, Odis's previous low profile has not dispelled the attention of the god of steam and machinery. For a god, let alone three years, even thirty years is just a blink of an eye.
If Odis really has a problem, what good would observing him for a lifetime do? It would only be a few decades.
If there are no problems, there is no loss.
However, if we can actually use Odis to find relevant information about the "wilderness of knowledge," then all the observations made during these times will have been worthwhile.
Of course, such observation should be like Bernadette's "invisible servant," only glancing at her occasionally, not staring at Odis all day long. After all, it takes a god to pay attention to people and times more often.
Odis guessed that the God of Steam and Machinery must have placed a special mark on him, such as if the God of Steam and Machinery would be aware of his advancement or his visit to a special place.
Odis placed the teacup on the counter, a feeling of powerlessness he had never experienced before creeping over him.
That is a god, a god who is high above.
Even if the god of steam and machinery doesn't personally watch over Odis, but only has the angels of the church, or even just a demigod, watch over him, it's still a gaze that Odis can't escape at the moment.
Odis placed his hand on his forehead, then propped his head up with one arm, suddenly wondering if he should change his plans and join the Church of the God of Steam and Machines instead of leaving Backlund.
Although it would be difficult to escape the control of the God of Steam and Machinery, one could still pretend to be confused with him.
In any case, the God of Steam and Machinery will not expose this secret until he clearly demonstrates a connection with the "wilderness of knowledge," nor will he descend to talk to him.
Then we might as well play dumb and use the steam church to continue our advancement...
But living like that is too painful!
Suddenly, Odis recalled the powerful magic arrays used by the giants and dragons of the Second Age that he had just seen in the "Wilderness of Knowledge"!
He sat up abruptly: "I could use that new knowledge to try and find a way to temporarily hide myself!" The things from that time were somewhat like Russian stuff—simple, crude, but with a "miracle of brute force" feel to them!
Odis encouraged himself: So what if they're gods? I come from a place that doesn't believe in gods! I usually burn incense for all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, asking them to protect me, but if they can't protect me, I just ignore them.
Of course, the gods and Buddhas of that time were different from the gods of this world, which truly exist.
However, this gave Odis the idea of taking a gamble rather than immediately compromising with the gods.
But he knew that this was not a problem that could be solved overnight. One must eat one bite at a time and do one thing at a time. When it was time to eat breakfast, he still had to eat breakfast first.
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West District, No. 25 Baihe Street.
Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!
Miss Lisa's maid went out early with a basket to look for places to buy breakfast, as well as fresh vegetables and meat.
Miss Lisa was the mistress favored by Viscount Wade.
Last night, Miss Lisa's residence suddenly caught fire, and she moved here on Lily Street overnight without even having time to notify the cook.
So I can't make breakfast myself today, I can only go out and buy some, please make do with this meal for the Viscount.
The Viscount left in a hurry, and the servants at the Viscount's mansion probably didn't know where Viscount Veder had gone, nor did they have time to inform him to send breakfast here.
Moreover, sending someone to inform her wouldn't be appropriate, as the Viscountess might interpret it as a provocation from Miss Lisa.
As she passed a bakery, the maid smelled the aroma of bread and went inside to buy two loaves of white bread.
At the same time, she noticed that they were selling crispy croissants here, and they looked very delicate and delicious.
The maid knew, of course, that this was the Viscount's favorite, so she bought some without hesitation.
After buying vegetables and meat elsewhere, the maid returned to her new residence and placed the breakfast she had bought on the table.
Around eight o'clock, Viscount Vade got up and chatted with Miss Lisa as they arrived at the restaurant.
The viscount, who was in his fifties, was pleasantly surprised to find his favorite crispy croissants on the table.
After asking the maid where she bought it and having his personal servant try it, Viscount Veder took a bite without hesitation. It tasted pretty good, and soon, a croissant was gone.
So, after more than half an hour, the viscount was too afraid to leave the toilet.
After learning that he had eaten food laced with laxatives, he roared in the toilet, demanding that his bodyguards find the culprit.
Two bodyguards, along with a somewhat frightened maid, went downstairs to find Mr. Bevis and recounted in detail Viscount Wade's ordeal.
This Bivis is a Sequence 6, an extraordinary bodyguard hired by Viscount Vander at great expense.
Those who reach this level of extraordinary individuals are somewhat different from other bodyguards.
He can protect his employer from going to his mistress in the middle of the night, and he can also protect his employer from getting intimate with his mistress, but don't expect him to stand guard outside all night.
Moreover, even a noble employer like Viscount Vede, who held a strong belief in bloodline, dared not treat him too much like a servant.
This was also within Odis and Mandy's calculations. Having just moved to a new place, even the most refined nobles would either go hungry or have a hasty breakfast on their first day.
Nobles like Viscount Vede would most likely prefer to go hungry rather than eat outside food.
But if his favorite croissant is available, it's a different story; he'll likely take a bite or two.
Odis's laxative only required a single sip.
To prevent the personal male servants from exposing the laxatives' effects through tasting, these laxatives take effect after half an hour. A hasty breakfast won't wait half an hour, so the success rate is very high.
When Mandy learned that Viscount Wade's bodyguard had returned to the bakery with a maid, she knew that Mr. Gard's plan had succeeded.
As for the bakery owner and his staff, they had already been sent out of Backlund. Mr. Bevis would only know that they had moved away in a hurry, and he would not be able to find any clues.