Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

On the other side of Silver City, Derrick Berg's house.

Derrick, who had already relaxed, suddenly started coughing violently, as if his heart was about to burst.

cough!cough!cough!

Derrick had to lean down and kept coughing until his throat itched and he coughed up something!

A translucent bug, snap! It fell to the ground with a loud sound.

It is about the size and thickness of a finger, and has some completely transparent areas on its body, forming circles of rings, with a total of twelve rings.

Derrick had seen something similar to this before, at the bottom of the round tower, just when the chief was cleaning out the former exploration team captain who had been turned into his clone by Amon.

He bent down and picked up the translucent insect, and quietly looked at the translucent body that had lost the breath of life.

what is it? what's it for? .Derrick fell into deep thought.

On the vast Sonia Sea, the waves kept rising and falling, and a ghost ship sailed smoothly on the sea without any swaying movement.

In the captain's room, Alger, the Hanged Man, dressed as a storm priest and holding a brass-colored metal sextant, was meditating with his eyes closed.

Silently, a smile appeared on his face.

"Finally digested. The crystallized feathers of the Blue Shadow Falcon and the eyes of the Longan Sea Eagle have not yet been found. I hope that I can get some good news at the next Tarot meeting."

Alger opened his eyes and made a slight movement of raising his hand, and suddenly dots of blue appeared around him.

They intertwined with each other and gathered together, forming a huge wave that swept forward.

Alger pressed his hands, and the huge waves that swept away instantly collapsed and turned into countless raindrops, scattering on the deck.

During the four months of sailing at sea, he continued to complete various tasks assigned by the church, and also consciously explored new channels and searched for undiscovered islands.

This allowed him to gradually master the rules of playing a navigator: proficiency in channel and weather information; exploration and discovery!

Backlund, Queens, in the luxurious villa of Earl Hall.

Audrey and Susie, the golden retriever dog squatting at her feet, were learning psychology very patiently and enjoyably.

Sitting on the other side is a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society sent to contact her, Isilant!

"You are really talented in this area!"

Esilante said without concealing his admiration for Audrey.

After saying this, she looked up at the gorgeous and complicated wall clock hanging on the wall, smiled and said:

"The time has come. Today's class ends here. Miss Audrey, if you are interested in the psychology of this genre, we can continue this topic next time."

"Okay." Audrey raised her skirt and stood up to salute.

While watching the other party leave, she nodded slightly thoughtfully:

Ms. Island doesn't act like a real "psychiatrist". At most, she is a "mind reader" like me.

What she just told me should be the basic theories of the Psychological Alchemy Society.

Alas. Why haven't they allowed me to join the club?

Susie, the big golden retriever dog standing next to Audrey, shook her head and said happily:

"Audrey, I feel like she is the same person as us. No, she is the same dog. That's not right either. Woof!"

Susie, who had not yet mastered human language, fell into confusion, and in the end she could only hide her embarrassment with a dog bark.

In the house at Minsk Street 15.

With somewhat unfamiliar movements, Klein picked up the various ingredients he had just bought and prepared to make himself an egg fried rice.

After going through all kinds of fiddling with kitchen utensils and the kitchen, he finally made a pot of fragrant egg fried rice, served with bacon and black tea, and almost burst into tears while eating it.

“It’s such a nostalgic and touching taste.”

Before Klein could sigh, a silver spoon reached directly onto the plate in front of him and scooped out a spoonful of egg fried rice.

Klein looked up at Renekton, who had appeared in his room silently. He followed his inspiration and looked around. The layout of his restaurant seemed to overlap with a familiar place.

"How did you do it?" Klein asked curiously.

He took another spoonful of egg-fried rice from the plate in front of Klein, smashed it into his mouth and swallowed it. He licked his lips with some unfinished thoughts and said:

"I have made no progress in studying the secret arts of emotions and desires recently. In order to relieve the pressure, I turned to the spatial ability of the doorway."

"It seems that you have achieved good results."

Klein looked around and roughly understood that the study room he was in and the dining room he was in were stitched together and overlapped.

But why could he take out a spoon in the study?

After Renekton finished, he leaned on the back of his chair and said in a very natural tone:

"I have the habit of eating snacks and snacks. The study is the place where I spend most of my time. It's not surprising that I have some tableware."

Klein nodded silently. He didn't really want to discuss this topic with the other party, so he said instead:

"Do you know of anything, or a place, that I could go to and perform at?"

"I can't think of where to play a magician."

Renekton rubbed his chin with his right hand and said:

"The circus? The red angel evil spirit from the underground ruins of the Tudor Dynasty in the Fourth Age? Or the little boy Will Asceptin who made Doctor Allen unlucky."

Klein was speechless for a while, then said helplessly:

"The effect of the circus performance shouldn't be very good. As for the red angel evil spirit, I need to perform, but I don't need to risk my life to perform."

"Weird kid Will Asceptin, wait until I get there on Friday or Sunday and go to the Cragg Club to find out about Dr. Allen!"

Seeing Klein's methodical analysis, Renekton nodded slightly, thinking about Backlund's story line and said:

"Zimange Party, I just recently wanted to ask them to test the newly made magical items. If you have ideas, you can join."

"Zimang Party?" Klein pondered.

He was very familiar with this gang. When he first came to Backlund, he was assassinated once by the "executioner" of the Zmange Party sent by Ambassador Intis.

dong dong!

There was a knocking on the living room door.

"You have visitors."

Renekton said softly, then raised his right hand and snapped his fingers with a "pop!"

His figure, the surrounding bookshelves, chairs, and other things that clearly did not belong to the restaurant all disappeared.

In the Jowood District, Forsi accelerated the progress of the new book because he was worried that he lacked gold pounds to buy the potion materials needed by the magic master.

But writing a book is not something you can do just because you want to. I lacked inspiration. I spent a long time rubbing my pen on the desk, but I couldn't write a single word.

Forsi scratched his hair a little irritably and decided to go for a walk to find inspiration.

As she walked, she unknowingly returned to a familiar place, which was the first private clinic where she worked.

After staring for a while, she thought of the old lady who led her into the extraordinary world.

In a daze, he turned to the small alley on the right and came to a nearby street.

Forsi remembered that the old lady lived in the house at No. 39. She would occasionally come to deliver medicine or give injections, and even help with some daily chores.

Forsi walked under the sycamore tree with few leaves left, and slowly approached the house No. 39.

Because she recalled some past experiences, she gradually found some inspiration for writing.

Just then, she saw someone wearing a heavy woolen coat. The old man wearing a black top hat stood in front of the house at No. 39 and knocked on the door three times.

After a few minutes, no one opened the door. The old man with blue eyes shook his head and turned around, preparing to leave.

Turning around, he saw Forsi who was staying not far away and looking over here.

He quickly stepped forward and walked over, smiling gently and eagerly:

"Beautiful lady, do you live in this neighborhood? Do you know Roberto and Anlisa?"

Forsi said hesitantly:

"I don't know if the Mrs. Anlisa I knew is the one you're looking for. She lived here for a long time, but she died three years ago."

"Died three years ago? Where's Roberto?"

The old man in front of him immediately asked.

Forsi answered honestly: "Her husband passed away earlier than her."

"Thank you, kind lady."

"I am Lao Boluo's brother. I have been living in Jianhai County. Because I haven't received letters from them for a long time, I decided to come and have a look."

"Can you tell me about their experiences in those years?"

Could it be that Mrs. Anlisa's husband's brother is a descendant of the family she mentioned?

Forsi felt some vigilance in her heart, suppressed her thoughts, and responded with a smile:

"no problem."

The old man's blue eyes looked around, and finally pointed to the side and back and said:

"There's a nice cafe there."