A distinctively broad chin, an ancient knight's topknot, eyes gleaming with a cold smile… Hugh Deercha reclined on the sofa, studying the sketch Audrey had given him. Fors, meanwhile, stretched lazily and let out a long sigh:
"Hugh, this is too difficult. Not only is the search area too large, but this person also has the ability to transform into other people's appearances. Even extraordinary individuals like us have no way to find him under these circumstances Miss Audrey's request to us is not simple. Perhaps we need some other help." Fors slumped on the sofa a couple of times, but in the end, he turned into a lazy bum and lay there, too lazy to move.
"Perhaps we can investigate from these aspects…" Hugh thought, tapping the table unconsciously with his fingers. "I'll be in charge of collecting information, and you can summarize the hobbies and characteristics of that pile of gold pounds, no, that pirate general."
Salty Fish immediately complained, "How could you bear to make a delicate, fragile, and sensitive writer like me do this kind of reasoning? I'm not a detective!"
"I need to emphasize one point, Fors," Hugh exuded a charismatic and undeniable aura: "I am merely an arbitrator now, while you are already a master of magic… Moreover, you know perfectly well that your teacher will soon return to Backlund to check on your digestion progress, so why are you still sprawled here instead of digesting the potion?"
"Besides, I remember that section of your novel where you wrote a very brilliant deduction. Are you really sure you're just a 'writer' ?" Hugh said with a half-smile, silently approaching Fors.
"Do you know how many brain cells that scene cost me...? And I can't find a suitable opportunity to play the role..." Salty Fish thrashed around a couple of times, trying to argue, but ultimately couldn't withstand Hugh's violence and landed right in the middle of the sofa: "Otherwise, I'll go ask my teacher and see if he has any ideas..."
"Are you sure?" Hugh looked at Fors suspiciously, pressing the lazy bum who was trying to escape onto the sofa. "At your current rate of digestion, are you sure you won't get scolded by your teacher?"
"I'll go play the role right away..." Fors said lazily, struggling to move and picking up a pen to start writing a letter: "Anyway, Professor Wei Gao hasn't come to Backlund yet, there's still time..."
After finishing the letter, Fors folded the paper and began reciting the incantation her teacher had taught her to summon the messenger, preparing to ask her teacher about it: "Eyes wandering in illusion, sage hidden behind the veil, messenger belonging solely to High Dimension Abraham."
Fors felt a wave of dizziness and realized the note in her hand had vanished. But then she suddenly felt something extra in her pocket, which made her face change. Fors shakily took out the letter from her pocket, opened it, and read it. Her lips trembled instantly, turning pale.
Hugh looked at Fors with some concern: "What's wrong ?"
"My teacher has arrived in Backlund... He's coming next Monday to check on my digestion progress, I'm doomed... I just said in my letter that I'd digested a lot of potions, I bragged about it too much"
"..."
Xiu was somewhat speechless and said softly, "Serves him right."
"Huh, help me !"
Looking at the newly added light screen in his eyes, Wei Gao nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't expected Mr. A, who hadn't received formal education, to think of this, but now Mr. A had given him a pleasant surprise. Although it was for his master, the idea of "equality for all" had sprouted in this fanatical believer's mind, which was enough to please the Gao Wei observer. Therefore, the Wei Gao observer decided to give Mr. A a small gift.
He pushed open Mr. A's door:
"What's bothering you, Mr. A ?"
Mr. A looked up and saw the familiar face of His Excellency the Favored One. His eyes were sunken, and he looked so tired that he hardly resembled a Saint who was about to advance to the fourth rank.
"I am worried about the Lamb of the Lord."
Mr. A said in a deep voice.
"Your worries are pointless. Instead of wasting your time here, you should take action and do something practical. Your promotion has been approved, Mr. A. You don't have much time left to conduct research at the grassroots level." Wei Gao said to Mr. A somewhat ruthlessly, "You don't have enough knowledge, and you don't know what the truly poor really need you think your background is close to theirs, but you don't know why they suffer, nor do you know the real reasons behind it all."
"My understanding is far inferior to even a fraction of the Lord's; I am guilty." Mr. A made the sign of the cross on his chest. "However, I cannot understand why this is happening…"
"I can give you a chance, Mr. A." Wei Gao smiled slightly. "A mission. If you complete it, I will give you the answer you want. However, compared to Rune, the Southern Continent is actually a more suitable place for you to act. After you advance to the Saint level, I will not only issue this mission to you, but also to Mr. Z; whoever completes this mission, I will find the Lord's gift for him."
"As for you, after completing this task, you can decide whether or not to go to a more distant place to herd sheep for the Lord. You can choose whether I ask the Lord for a 'Black Knight' extraordinary trait for you, or whether I will provide you with the basic conditions for herding sheep in the Southern Continent."
"Thank the Lord, but I cannot continue to let the Lord bear my sins. Even if I can no longer walk the same path as the Lord, I can still share His burdens. Your Excellency, if I turn to another path, would it help the Lord reclaim His authority?"
"Yes, I personally hope you can choose the solar route." Wei Gao said bluntly, "If you choose this route, your mission in the Southern Continent will be much smoother the sun is always more eye-catching than the Hanged Man."
"For the Lord." Mr. A prostrated himself on the ground and kissed the ground.
"Your follower is not bad, True Creator," the higher-dimensional observer said to the True Creator, fiddling with the molting shell of his avatar. The True Creator, through the observer's luminous barrier, gazed at Mr. A in silence for a long time. Seeing His silence, the higher-dimensional observer continued its incessant chatter:
"Are you extraordinary beings destined to bear suffering for the sake of all beings ? You chose to emerge from the Feast of Betrayal, and your followers have also chosen to walk the most difficult path."
"Ah, of course, I admire him. If he can truly take that firm step forward, perhaps he can really lay the foundation for humanity's journey into the stars before the end of the world? After all, extraordinary power can easily enhance technology, and navigating the universe only requires one 'wanderer.' Perhaps under your leadership, human civilization can truly survive in the universe, instead of becoming food for the gods and disappearing into the dark cosmos?"
"…It is my fault." The True Creator sighed, "I have implicated my believers; otherwise, they should have had a much better life."
"Ha you were their pillar of strength." The higher-dimensional observer scoffed. "You shouldn't, and can't, be confused. Do you think that if the Feast of Betrayal hadn't happened, you could have protected humanity forever ? Aren't the Seven Gods now a reflection of your past self ? Or do you think that a civilization with no future is the world you want ? True Creator, have you completely forgotten the principles you learned in Chernobyl ?"
"And you think your lambs are pitiful ? Ha, then aren't the poor people in these countries pitiful? Aren't the southern continents, which were turned into colonies by Roselle, pitiful ?" The High Dimensional Overlooker mocked, "But since you have prejudices, you probably haven't been completely corrupted by God yet your humanity is still playing a role, very good, keep it up."
"..." The true Creator awakened to the fact that the contamination from higher-dimensional observers was beginning to spread within Him, washing away some of the lingering aura from the chaotic sea. This suddenly filled Him with dread. When had the beliefs He had always upheld been distorted by the chaotic sea, causing Him to resemble God ?
"From the very beginning, dear true creator. When you became the ancient sun god, you were no longer who you were before." The higher-dimensional observer said to Him, "You didn't even realize your own changes. The will of the source matter is unstoppable. It will make you feel that its will is your true inner thought. Ah—unless you give up embracing the chaotic sea, one day you will be subtly transformed into God."
"...Thanks."
"Ah, you're welcome. Just don't forget my White Tower. By the way, I'm still craving your divine half-body, and I'm quite fond of the uniqueness of the 'audience.' If you're going to thank me, you can give me the uniqueness and extraordinary characteristics of the Dreamer after you've housed Adam."
"..."
"By the way, the Wilderness of Knowledge is also my goal, but I won't be able to get it before the apocalypse, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."
"...And what about you, High Dimension ?" The True Creator composed himself and addressed the High Dimension looking down upon him, "How much have you been altered by the Source Matter ?"
Never.
"That's impossible," the True Creator said in a deep voice. "The awakening of the First Will is unstoppable. We can only contend with the First Will through our own consciousness. His will exists eternally in the Source Matter and the Path, just as I can influence all the Extraordinary beings in my Path. No matter how you were taken from our time, the Source Matter cannot be without effect on you."
"Ha, I never said that I was one of those who were taken away by the Source Matter, just like you." The High Dimension looked down and laughed: "From the beginning, I was the Source Matter itself, so naturally I will not be changed by the Source Matter."
...
"This is the mission." Wei Gao's gaze lingered. "Find him, kill Qilangos. Then, tell me what you saw and heard while you were hunting him."
"I understand, Your Excellency." Mr. A nodded. "I will certainly not let you down."
"Whether you expect it or not, I don't care. I only care about the final result it's time to show your loyalty to the Lord." Wei Gao said casually, "Then, I will also participate in this hunting game. Ha, my worthless students dare to come to me for help in finding Qilangos. Of course, if you find Qilangos after me, then you will all have to repent to the Lord."
"I understand, Your Excellency." Mr. Z, who had just arrived, said respectfully to Wei Gao. The two watched Wei Gao leave, exchanged a glance for a second, and then sparks flew between their eyes.
Then, without hesitation, the two ran off Mr. Z headed straight for the labor union he had gathered, while Mr. A ran towards his own little circle of aristocrats. Of course, before leaving, Mr. A had a little trick up his sleeve: he sent people to stake out various homeless areas to see if any homeless people had gone missing.
As a seasoned shepherd, he was clearly more skilled than Mr. Z. Back when he digested the Shepherd's Potion, the True Creator hadn't yet awakened, which was why he had collected flesh and blood from vagrants countless times. Therefore, Mr. A judged that the secretly infiltrating Qilangos would most likely be lurking in an area where vagrants congregated and no one was paying attention.
...
Klein knocked on the door and looked at Daly, who was acting as the captain of Tingen City. Daly was sitting in Dunn's seat writing a letter, with a slight smile on her face, like a girl in love.
"Ms. Daly, I feel I have completely mastered the 'Diviner' potion."
"I would like to submit a special application."
A flicker of surprise crossed Daly Simone's eyes. She looked at Klein, a beautiful smile playing on her lips. Then, she said to Klein:
"Well done."
"But are you sure you want to prepare for a promotion now ? Even I underwent a long period of evaluation after my promotion. Little Klein, being too hasty can backfire for a man, you know?"
"I'm sure, Ms. Daly." Klein nodded firmly. "I hope to be promoted as soon as possible I feel there have been many coincidences in our recent operations. I think I would feel more at ease if I could gain more power and be safer in subsequent operations."
"That's a good thing you think that way." Daly nodded. "These things are important, and I'll report them for you too alas, it's a pity Dunn isn't here, and those kids like Luo Yao have been transferred to Backlund. Now we only have you, Leonard, and me left on night watch. If anything unexpected happens, we'll have a hard time dealing with it…"
After thinking for a moment, Dai Li made a decisive decision: "I will contact Lord'Sword of the Goddess' right away. You can prepare in the next few days. You may be able to undergo the promotion assessment soon."