Book of Gods and Demons

The black card lies quietly on the wooden table, the light of the setting sun shines through the glass window, and the dark card seems to **** in all the light. It is deep and quiet, making people feel a bit of coldness inexplicably.

Joe lowered his head and looked at the black card quietly.

Of course, it was not the first time he heard of Al's name. At the beginning of the month, in the claustrophobia, he knew about the existence of Al Organization.

Including the sale of the Chapter of Wall to the Durham Empire for a sky-high price.

Including their trader and Rafa fought, both of them died.

It's just that Joe really didn't expect that even the Empress's Al Organization, which was a little jealous, would actually invite himself to join.

In an instant of effort, countless thoughts flashed through Joe's mind.

He looked up at Sherlock, out of the instinct of ‘Crimson’, he didn’t feel any malice in Sherlock.

"Why invite me?" Joe asked Sherlock seriously.

"Just like the seeds you sown freely, you might be able to bloom beautiful flowers, or grow into towering giant trees." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders relaxedly: "Do whatever you want, maybe there are surprises?"

He clicked the card on the table and pushed it in Joe's direction again: "It just so happens that I still have a discipleship. I just met you, and I just feel that you are very suitable regardless of your potential or the strength you have now. "

'potential'!

"The strength I have now"!

Joe snorted.

In terms of potential, the physical strength he now shows is no more than 400,000 pounds. This is a record-breaking and terrifying strength that has shocked countless people. And his true raw power is as high as 4.1 million pounds.

In terms of potential, Joe is very confident.

And ‘the strength he has now’... Joe glanced at the boundless storm outside the window.

To put it bluntly, Joe belongs to a small group of people at the top of the Pyramid in the entire southern region of the Durham Empire.

"Undoubtedly, I am of course a good candidate." Joe looked at Sherlock proudly and confidently: "If I join Al, then what do I have to bear?"

"You don't need to take any responsibility, let alone any obligation, just as you are happy." Sherlock smiled relaxedly: "It's like I invited you to be my disciple, whether you want to or not, use Donglu In other words, let it happen, don’t force it."

"Including that after you join Aier, if something happens, you accept it if you are willing to accept it, and reject it if you are unwilling to accept it... You can accept the reward if you are satisfied, and you can refuse it if you are not satisfied... Ignore it."

Joe looked at Sherlock very puzzled: "In this way, it doesn't make much difference whether I join or not... I am young, I am rich, my family is powerful, my family loves me very much, and I have no worries. No worries, I am leisurely and happy, what is the meaning of my joining Al?"

"It doesn't make any sense to join Al." Sherlock looked at Joe confidently: "But I suggest you should join."

Sherlock waved his hand and prevented Joe from saying anything next. He said seriously: "Join Al, this matter in itself has no meaning. Many members of Al have been first-level disciples all their lives. , Until death."

"But Al, it's a key."

Qiao narrowed his eyes: "What's the use of this key?"

Sherlock took the pipe dangling from his mouth and gently placed it on the wooden table: "The Port of Tulum is too small. You should see the wider world."

"The world you see in front of you, you think you have seen its true colors. But perhaps, you have to open a door before you can see that this world is truly...real!"

Sherlock reached out and pushed the black card all the way to the edge of the table, just below Joe's chin.

"Before I came, I judged that you have a 99% probability of becoming my disciple... When you were at your coming-of-age ceremony, you lifted that heavy barbell in public and couldn't help but put it on top of your head. After a few laps, I know that you have a 99% probability of becoming my disciple."

"Joe, you are very young, you are very impulsive, your body is overflowing with..."

Joe waved his hand impatiently, interrupting Sherlock's emotional statement.

"Stop talking about nonsense, when I was studying...cough, cough...not to mention this. I mean, would you be very happy to be your disciple for a talent like me?"

Sherlock was stunned and was silent for a short while. He smiled bitterly and nodded: "Of course, I would even feel very honored."

"So..." Joe placed his right hand in front of Sherlock, rubbed the thumb, index finger and **** of his right hand quickly, and then rubbed it numbly again.

Sherlock shook his head with a wry smile, took out two folded white papers from his chest pocket and placed them gently in front of Joe.

"One copy is some basic introduction from Al’s organization. You are only a first-class disciple. I can’t reveal too much to you. Join Al and explore on your own. I wish you success and happiness."

"The second one is a small gift I prepared before I came. It should fit your mind very well."

"Then, leave me here. I stayed in Port Tulum for two months just for the transaction of the Wall Chapter. Now that the transaction is complete, I should also leave... If you need to find me for anything, you can ask the King of Ice Sea King to pay. Write a letter at 221 Baker Street (^_^)!"

Sherlock grabbed the bowler hat hung on the back of the chair, picked up the small pipe on the wooden table, nodded slightly to Qiao, then turned and left.

Walking to the door of the private room, Sherlock suddenly turned around: "Forgot one thing...Velenya is another of my disciples. In the southern part of the Durham Empire, I only have you two disciples...Dear Joe, your family is big, if you want, you can take care of her a lot."

"Velenya, what a lovely girl!"

Sherlock tilted his head, smiled, opened the private room door, and went out.

"Damn... Velenya? Your disciple? Is she from Al?" Joe's eyes widened. He thought of Miss Velenya who lives on Palm Street, and thought of the piles in the secret compartment of her safe. Fortune, think of the crystal ball on the pile of banknotes!

"Oh, poor Lord Anan... he can leave Tulum Harbor without incident. It is really a refuge for his ancestors!"

"Medland's largest intelligence organization? Your Majesty, if you know, that naval survey data has been stored for several days in the hands of the disciples of Medland's largest intelligence organization...Dare to ask your mood... "

Following that, Joe grabbed the black card in front of him in a melancholy manner.

"Well, I believe that Miss Velenya's moral standards... She should, didn't she peek at the information? It's not the original information, and it's useless to peek at it!"

"But it is inevitable. Perhaps, there is a fleet sailing to the three continents by wind and waves at this moment?" Joe rolled his eyes, covered his heart with his right hand, and whispered in a low voice: "Moutest, benevolent, may you bless Empire! But... is this the responsibility of the navy? Ah, the responsibility of Frederick and Henriway?"

"My benevolent Muteste, I take back what I just said, this time, you don't need to bless the empire...you go and bless the enemies of the imperial navy! I wish them all the best and all the best!"

As the sun sets outside the window, Joe lit the candle on the wooden table and picked up the first document.

As Sherlock said, only some of the most basic information about Al. The first-level member disciple, the second-level member craftsman, and the third-level member master, the information introduces the name of the most basic third-level member of Ayer, and the meaning of this name.

Disciple, a naive child without knowledge, ignorant and ignorant.

A craftsman, a child with a certain knowledge and ability.

Master, more knowledge, but confined to the vicious circle of more knowledge and more ignorance, the child who feels pain and confusion.

"Knowledge..." Joe's face was dark...Talking to him about knowledge?

"Huh? There is a semi-public club organized by Al in Tulum?" Joe whispered the message on the white paper. The most basic three-level membership profile, then an address, nothing more.

As for that club... Joe has a weird face.

The ‘Mask Cat Club’ is a famous carnival place in Tulum Harbor where all kinds of red men, green women, mad bees, waves and butterflies haunt. Those coquettish writers, romantic poets, singers and dancers who can’t close their legs, and artists who are arrogant day and night, as long as they have some spare money in their hands, they will go to the "Mask Cat Club" to drunk and squander their lives.

In the ‘decent people’ of Tulum Port, the elders will warn their younger generations-good boys, to stay away from the ‘mask cat’!

Sending the note to the candle, burning the white paper to ashes, Joe opened the second document, then his eyes widened sharply and he gave a strong whistle.

"Oh, croak, don't jump..." Joe seriously read the information on the white paper three times verbatim, then jumped up suddenly, landing on the toes of his right foot, lightly in the private room. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is like a ballerina, lightly turning a dozen times in place.

"Dear Kikyo, Kikyo..." Joe yelled.

‘Hum’, Lan Kikyo popped directly out of the room... The window of the private room was closed tightly, and the door was closed tightly. God knows how he suddenly rushed into the private room.

However, Joe has become accustomed to the appearance of Lan Kikyo. He handed the blank paper in his hand to Lan Kikyo, and said solemnly: "Dear Kikyo, go here to check it out. I think the respected Lord Sherlock will not deceive me. …Go, go, go and see if something is wrong over there."

Lan Kikyo glanced at the smooth, gorgeous swashes on the white paper, raised his brows, and gently jumped back. The whole person was submerged in a shadow cast by the coat rack, and disappeared without a trace between his fingers. trace.

Joe burned the second blank sheet of paper to ashes. He thought about it for a while, took out a pocket watch from his chest pocket, and checked the time.

"Seven hours left? Too late, completely too late...Aha!"

"Dear Your Highness, beautiful lady, let's play a little game!"