13 Mink Street

It turned out that Mr. Phileas had been here more than a hundred years ago, that is to say, this place is not unfamiliar to Director Neo.

Recalling now, from the discovery of the clues of Compasini's burial site, to further investigations, and even the determination of the departure time this time, it was all promoted by Director Neo.

Especially the departure time, the young master took advantage of the end of his vacation, and set off at the urging of Director Neo just after his injury recovered.

Of course, there is an intention to take the initiative to make up a time so as not to affect the work in Whip of Order, but in fact it is still a bit too rushed.

Combined with what the white-robed ivory old man said, the time for you to come is just right;

It is easy to infer that Director Neo has always had a timetable in his hands.

But he has been concealing this matter, did not make it public.

What Alfred didn't understand was, why did Director Neo hide it?

There is obviously a special relationship of secret exchange between him and his young master. It stands to reason that even if this kind of thing is made public, it is not a big deal, but it will increase everyone's confidence in this expedition;

Although, Director Neo did arrange it very well, making everything from leaving York City to entering here very smooth.

However, there is one thing that Alfred will not doubt. He believes that Director Neo has no malice towards his young master, so the concealment may be due to other reasons.

"Mr. Phileas, why did he refuse to inherit?"

"He said he didn't want to get involved in the struggle between the divine religions. Actually, I was also very curious, because in my memory, the most vigilant and suppressed the Remnants of Light was the Remnants of the Light, and it was the Remnants of Light who didn't hate Order. Don't you think it's strange that God taught it?"

Not surprisingly, I have a Bright Remnant by my side who still insists on being loyal to Order.

"That may be his personal choice," Alfred responded.

What people like Mr. Philias pursue is the real light. He can give up revenge on the offspring of his enemies on Darkmoon Island. Here, he also chooses not to participate in this kind of church whirlpool. It is not difficult to understand up.

You can't say he is pedantic, let alone stupid, probably because he stands at a completely different height from others.

For example, although he did not take revenge on Darkmoon Island, Tuffman, the former naval commander of Darkmoon Island, became a devout follower of light after that incident.

"Someone just came down, and he dived into the bottom of the sand."

Alfred really wanted to know if the old man in white robe and ivory remembered "Neo".

"Oh, he doesn't meet the requirements."

Director does not meet the requirements?

"A young man came down with him."

"He doesn't meet the requirements either."

The young master doesn't meet the requirements either?

It's fine if the director doesn't meet the requirements, Alfred can understand, or he doesn't want to bother about it, but since his young master doesn't meet the requirements, Alfred can't understand.

Even if it was Alfred himself who picked the peaches, he still felt unconvinced that his young master was "lost" by others.

"So, why am I the only one who meets the requirements?"

"Conformity is conformity, non-compliance is non-compliance. Do you have to say a judgment requirement? There is indeed one, and that is sand. There is a saying in the desert god religion, when the sand falls from your body, it already knows you what you want.

Including you, there are only three people who entered the sand pool; when the wind and sand brushed your faces, the first one obviously resisted, he didn't like sand in his eyes, and he had an instinctive aversion to all falsehood and confusion .

For such a person, he will use illusion as a means, but he will never really take it to heart, because he sees too clearly, and will subconsciously keep himself in this state of seeing clearly.

The other one dived into the sandy bottom, as if he was actively catering, he was very eager to enter the illusion of true and false, and he was deliberately pursuing this.

For such a person, he will regard illusion as a way of immersion. It seems that he takes it to heart, but the distance is actually farther away. He will never be satisfied in the pursuit of sensory and spiritual stimulation.

So the above two are very suitable, but they are not suitable.

as for you,

When the sand blows to your side, you are actively catering to it while keeping awake. You find it amusing, you enjoy it, and you find it very interesting.

Illusion, this is a very interesting thing.

My deity once said that illusion is an art. "

"Why is this reason so plausible?"

"Yeah, so don't ask any more questions, I really can't make it up."

The white-robed ivory old man did not refute, but continued to laugh:

"Making up these seemingly high-level reasons really wears away the spiritual imprint. After all, you don't want me to disappear like my previous one before completing your inheritance, do you?

If you feel dissatisfied with the above reasons, then I will give you a more practical reason. I think you are more pleasing to the eye and make me feel more comfortable.

The way you dress, the way you move your body, the way you look on your face, make me feel like my real self.

I really can't think of how to describe it specifically..."

Alfred's eyes lit up immediately,

He answered very firmly and confidently:

"Show!"

The white-robed ivory old man was stunned. He blinked vigorously, as if he was thinking about what this syllable really meant.

"This word is the best interpretation of your description of your deity."

"Really, what kind of language is this, it seems...very concise."

"You believe me." Alfred puffed up his chest slightly, "I have always been honored to have him in my name. It is a supreme honor and affirmation to add this word to my name."

From Alfred's point of view, this word is no different from "Holy", no, it is higher than "Holy", because it is the exclusive word given to him by the young master.

"Since you have said so, then so be it, my deity Compascini, it's coquettish."

"You can add degree adjectives in front, such as: very, very, very, incomparable... You can also add: unimaginable, powerful, terrible..."

"Okay, my real Compascini, it's unimaginably flamboyant."

"Well, that's right."

"Hehe." The white-robed ivory old man smiled, "I suddenly felt that this syllable is really rich in content, like a mantra, full of deep meaning."

"Yes, that's right."

"Then let's start inheriting it first."

"No, not now."

Alfred lowered his head and continued to finish the formation.

"I have said many times, your young master, there is no danger. When you see me and my neighbor who just disappeared here, you should clearly recognize this."

"I can't ignore the possible crisis of the young master just because of your words. Inheritance is precious and important, but I still have to stick to my own business."

"Well, you can do whatever you want."

Everything around was scattered, and the area where Alfred was before was like a big round house built with sand. Now the house has been demolished, and Alfred has returned to the sight of reality.

"Mr. Alfred is out!" Ventura shouted excitedly.

"Then it should be all right." Murray looked at Neo while talking, hesitated for a moment, then he stood up and walked over, "Director, have you been here before?"

Ventura is still young, Philomena is not used to thinking outside the box, and Murray is much more mature. He has already noticed some abnormalities from Neo's previous performances and decisions.

Neo replied, smoking a cigarette, "I've never been here."

"But……"

"In this world, you often know more places than you have personally been to."

"Your words are a little profound."

"Since you don't understand, don't ask. I'm not in a good mood right now. It's like I planned to go to the bank to get the coupons, but I found out that the coupons I had stored in my account were taken away by someone else.

I even kind of, wanted to hit someone.

or,

Let's compete, I've always been curious about the Benda family's melee combat tactics. "

"Director, now is not the time. After we all leave here safely, I will ask the director for advice."

"Ah."

Neo stretched his waist, waved to Murray, and signaled him to move away from his eyes.

Murray walked back to his seat, sat down, and told him intuitively that the reason the director was in a bad mood was not just because the voucher was taken away.

Neo snuffed out the cigarette in his hand, he couldn't smoke any more, and if he smoked again, he would be "drunk".

He raised his hand, tapped his forehead lightly, and gradually increased his strength.

In the past, he was tortured by other voices in his head, hitting his head against the wall until his head was bleeding.

That was a painful time in his life, but now, he misses that time very much, because he will suffer, split and suffer, but he will never be lonely and lonely.

After tossing himself, he calmed down and could still lie on Eliza's lap. She would deliberately let her nails grow out, and then gently grabbed her hair and scratched her scalp.

She was gone, and neither was he.

Neo remembered that Karen said to himself that people have emotions. Although they cannot be touched or seen, they exist objectively and will not disappear because of your strength.

You don't have to choose to cry bitterly or lose your temper when you are sad, then you have to bear the convulsions that appear suddenly after you are strong.

Philias, I have already arrived at the place where you have been, but you still don't speak.

I should have dragged you down if I had known that you were traveling on a sea turtle on Darkmoon Island, tortured me for ten years, and left as soon as I said it, playing the accordion and singing songs before continuing to travel.

What a beast you are!

call……

Elisa,

my eliza,

I miss you more and more.

Forgive me for not going to the cemetery to see you as often as before, because I find that I want to dig you out more and more so that you can be with me again, or I want to bury myself to be with you forever.

Neo bowed his head, opened his mouth, and covered his face with his hands.

Philomena shifted her gaze to the director, but at this moment, the director let go of his hand again, his eyes were cold and frenzied, and he cursed:

"You dog, you don't know the goods, you deserved to be found and killed when you were a traitor back then!"

Seeing this, Philomena looked away again.

Neo, who had been in a slump before and almost broke his defense, leaned his back against the rock wall, crossed his fingers back and forth on his abdomen, and murmured:

"Calculating the time, there is a high probability that Order will attack the Desert God Sect in the near future."

talking and talking

A smile appeared on Neo's face again:

"This time, should I go short or go long?"

Immediately afterwards, the smile on Neo's face grew stronger:

"Leverage, how many times?"

...

"My lord, I am willing to be your slave and dedicate all my loyalty to you!"

Torissa agreed, and he thought about it for a while, but he couldn't think of a reason for his refusal.

In fact, it's not because Karen's deceitful skills are so good. The fundamental reason is that people with his conditions would never cheat.

For example, in the eyes of his male servant, the young master is not cheating, but lowering his status to preach.

Next, Karen remained silent, he was waiting for Torissa to take the initiative to release the Shabi imprisonment.

He is willing to sign a master-servant contract with Tolisa, because once the signing is completed, he will be in control of Tolisa's life and death, and then all threats here will no longer exist; Let Tolisa die suddenly, anyway, if you don't talk to such a person, you won't have any psychological burden.

The Rubik's Cube in the palm of his left hand is still spinning rapidly, which means that Karen's deduction is not over yet.

Torissa stood up slowly, but he didn't rush to open the sand wall, but sat down again.

"My lord, I never thought that I would become someone else's slave before. I really didn't expect that I would have such a day."

Karen still didn't speak. He understood Tolisa's current emotions very well. Rationally, Tolisa had accepted the reality, but in order to appease his sensibility, he needed to express it again.

This feeling is like when Richard walked into the pastry shop and the old lady who received him said to him: I didn't lie with you for money.

"My lord, tell me, since it's the ending now, why did I choose to do these things in the first place?"

Torissa turned her head and looked at the companions standing around with their eyes closed.

These people were all his former subordinates, and he led them to complete missions one after another. They enjoyed a high reputation in the Whip of Order system.

"They used to trust me so much and obeyed my orders unreservedly. Even when I launched a sneak attack on them, the last two people found out the situation, but they still didn't choose to attack me. I felt that I was affected by the curse and was possessed."

Listening to these words, the direction of rotation of the Rubik's Cube in Karen's palm changed slightly.

The more Tolisa said, the more information Karen got, and it was easier for him to calculate the answer he wanted.

"Things have been done anyway, and failures have already failed. In life, we still have to look forward. Let's treat it as a dream, a relatively long dream.

Anyway, two or three hundred years have passed, they should have died a long time ago, and I have let them exist for so many years, so I am worthy of them. "

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of Karen's mouth in Shabi. Sure enough, selfish people have this kind of innate ability. It's not that they don't have their own moral bottom line. They need moral sustenance more than others , but it is easier for them to explain their own morality, and they can always decide to forgive themselves quickly.

"My lord, do you think I'm stupid?"

"In this world, there are very few people who have been on the right path."

"Yes, you are right, it is indeed so." Tolisa took a deep breath and stood up, "It is not terrible to go the wrong way, but the terrible thing is that you don't know how to turn back, so I decided to turn back, my lord. I hope I can follow Following in your footsteps, let me go back to the right path."

Well, you can even do the comforting yourself.

Torissa walked in front of Shabi, stopped, and then whispered: "My lord, I have an intuition, it tells me that when I open the prison, I will definitely regret it."

Karen didn't answer.

"In the past, I always relied on my intuition to save lives, and led my team to avoid crisis after crisis of destruction. Tell me, is my intuition wrong this time?"

Karen responded in a very calm tone:

"You are trouble."

"I'm sorry, my lord. It may be because I haven't fully adapted to the upcoming slave status. I will help you untie the imprisonment now."

With that said, Tolisa's eyes glowed yellow.

The sand wall around Karen is rapidly dissolving, and he is about to regain his freedom.

But at this moment, the sand wall that was originally dissolving suddenly condensed again, and the imprisonment that was almost broken before was not only not lifted, but was strengthened.

"You, fine."

It seems that his intuition has the upper hand. There is no way to do this. Some people have such abilities. They can still perceive danger in the face of "iron-like" facts.

"No, my lord, you must not misunderstand!" Tolisa's voice outside was filled with disbelief and panic, "It's your lord, who used the formation to speed up the operation of the sand pool!"

Tolisa began to slap the sand wall non-stop, and her voice became high-pitched and disturbed. This should not be pretending, because Tolisa, who woke up from a long sleep, could not have the interest to suddenly perform a stage play:

"My lord, I have lost control of the sand pool here. It is speeding up according to its own inertia. I didn't do it. Damn it. I can't stop it. Damn it!"

Karen noticed that while the sand wall around his body was constantly thickening, it was also constantly squeezing his internal space, which meant that if this situation continued, he would probably be crushed into flesh here mud.

"Crack!"

With the breaking of the great sword obtained from the sword holder, the trend of the surrounding sand walls compressing towards him was almost unstoppable.

Karen felt extremely ridiculous:

"I'm going to die like this?"

same moment.

Alfred finished activating the formation, and looked at the yellow sand flying faster and faster around him, with a smile on his face:

"Master, I'm here to save you."