"There is no 'Star Bug' at the moment ... Let me pay attention to what people who want to buy the 'Star Bug' ..." Fols breathed a sigh of relief after reading the teacher's letter.

It is conceivable that the next hunt for Buttes, the "secret holy man", will start, and she is nervous again. After all, this is the existence of a demigod, a saint of sequence 4 a year or two ago, and now says Maybe it's already sequence 3.

"Although the leader of the operation is Ms." Hermit ", as a bait, you still need to worry about your own safety ... and there is also the" Redemption Rose "behind the Aurora, and the angel, the king of angels ..." Buddha Els didn't regret having agreed to Gelman Sparo's request, which was in itself what she wanted to do, but just because the risk was too high, it was inevitable a little flustered and upset.

This made her think of another possibility:

"If Mr. 'World' can participate and be led by him, then I will certainly not be so nervous and worried."

This is not that Firth does not believe in the strength and experience of Ms. "Hermit", but that the record of "World" German Sparo is placed there, not one or two hunted demigods, which makes people think of He felt relieved to perform similar tasks.

Sitting next to the fireplace, Hugh glanced at his friend and asked:

"Are you going to hunt?"

"Well," said Furth Zheng, and said immediately, "It's not that fast, everyone needs some preparation time."

Hunting a demigod is not to hunt foxes in the countryside in the fall, bring equipment and gather friends, and you can set off. This requires absolute rigor and meticulous planning. Firth believes that the "hermit" lady must come to Beckrand in person, or Living in a predetermined other battlefield for a period of time, to find out the specific situation, in order to make a sufficiently effective plan.

And Miss Justice is accelerating the digestion of Dreamwalker potions, which may take one to two months, or even longer.

For Furth, she can afford to wait, because she also wants to digest the "Recorder" potion, arrange the ceremony, and become a "traveler" before the official action.

The only thing she wasn't sure was whether the "world" Gullman Spallo would rush.

I will try to persuade him, no, let Miss "Justice" persuade him, this is the strength of "audience" ... Fols muttered a few words, and saw Hugh turned his body, hesitated slightly:

"The MI9 liaison officer proposed that I officially join them today, saying that the new king would take over. Many things before did not need to be worried anymore, and people like him and me had the opportunity to be reused."

After Foers listened intently, he considered the following:

"Isn't there an investigation against us?

"This should find some power behind you."

Hugh nodded and said:

"They thought I was abandoned after the last thing, and they suspected that the power belonged to the church, the night church."

Hugh himself believes in the "Night Goddess", and the reference to the church is undoubtedly the Night Church, but considering that his friends are followers of the "God of Steam and Machinery", he added a sentence to avoid ambiguity.

"Oh, that's what Mr. World told us to pretend." Firth looked at his hair relaxedly and said with a smile.

She then made herself serious and mature:

"Hugh, this is an opportunity for you. Obviously, the role of 'judge' requires official support. Being a judge in Beckrand's underground world by yourself, your strength and level are not enough, and you lack enough help.

"If you can really serve in the Magistrates' Court, Circuit Court, or Criminal Court for a few months, your potions should be fully digested. Ah yes, I heard that MI9 has an 'Exceptional Affairs Court' which specializes in extraordinary matters. In this case, if you become a judge in it, maybe you will be able to impact the ranks of "Retribution Knights" next February or March. "

Seeing that Hugh obviously moved, Furth added a sentence:

"After you have made enough merits, you may be able to restore your father's reputation to a certain extent. Anyway, George III is dead. As long as things are not led to his reputation, Covington II may not stop. "

Covington, the eldest son of George III, has now succeeded King Rune and put on the Byron crown.

Hugh was silent for a while, and finally nodded slowly:

"I try."

"Well, when it stabilizes, you can receive your mother and younger brother to Bakerland. Although the situation is now tense and the price of food is skyrocketing, you must have a quota inside MI9 to feed them!" The more I said, the more I felt that joining MI9 was a good thing.

After persuading Hugh, Firth entered his bedroom and prayed to Mr. Fool, asking him to transfer his words to Mr. World.

Immediately after that, Firth refined the points of the teacher's reply and expounded his thoughts, hoping that German Spall could be patient.

She had just finished praying and was about to leave the room. A flower suddenly appeared in front of her, and she saw the crimson tide gushing from the void and instantly drowned herself.

Firth then found himself in the ancient palace, sitting on the usual high-backed chair, but the top of the bronze long table disappeared the great shore shrouded in gray mist.

At this moment, she and the "world" German Sparo were only around the mottled table.

"..." Firth's spirit suddenly strained, his thoughts became active, and he quickly turned, "Mr. World, I just said, just now, that it is best for you to be patient. It's easy. It doesn't matter if we don't. We will start the hunt as soon as possible. "

Klein grinned lowly:

"Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry."

When the final target turned into an angel-level potion recipe and a "0" seal, he had enough patience in this matter.

Huh ... "Magic" Furth breathed a sigh of relief and asked in confusion:

"What do you want from me?"

Klein replied without a wave:

"Don't you want to digest the 'Recorder' potion as soon as possible?

"In addition to 'recording' folk customs in different places, I think you should also need to 'record' a variety of extraordinary abilities. The higher the corresponding level, the better the digestion effect may be."

Firth heard his eyes brighten:

"Yes!"

After blurting out, she felt that her attitude was a bit problematic, and she added a little timidly to her busyness:

"This is what you said before, is the advance paid?"

Klein nodded softly:

"Get started, get ready, I borrowed a '1' seal from Mr. Fool, which corresponds to the level of the saint."

For a “recorder” of sequence 6, the probability of success in “recording” the extraordinary ability of the angel level is very close to none, so Klein did not try to summon Miss Courier and Mr. Azke from the historical pores. We show "skills".

Fowls sat upright and nodded:

"Ok."

The next second, she saw the "world", German Spall, holding up a scepter with a bone set on top of it.

In the sudden flash of light, lightnings "jumped" out of the void, entangled, and turned into a thunder forest that exudes a sense of destruction.

Firth's eyes were silvered, and his body and mind were shocked.

After the "Lightning Storm" subsided, she paused for two seconds before speaking with a little timidity:

"Failed……"

"Come again," Klein responded flatly.

"Lightning Storm" fell again and again in the ancient palace above the mist. For a long time, Firth exhaled, leaned back against the back of the chair, and said with joy:

"Success, success!"

She finally "recorded" the next "Lightning Storm".

Finally it was over ... Firth suddenly relaxed, and then she heard the "world" German Spall opening indifferently:

"Okay, the next extraordinary ability."

……next? Firth saw the crazy adventurer at the bottom of the mottled long table poking out his right hand, grabbing it in the gray mist, and took out a thorny, patina-filled cross out of thin air.

"'Record', the ability of this cross?" Firth tried to make his expression look normal.

——After the "recording officer" potion has been digested to a greater degree, her divine ability to "record" has been improved from one to two.

"No." Klein glanced at Miss Magician and said, "'Record' my ability to summon 'No Dark Cross'."

"... failed." Furth whispered.

The reason for this failure was that she did not have time to "record".

Klein lifted his maintenance of "No Dark Cross" and once again put his hand into the fog of history and took out an iron-black revolver.

"No success ..." Furth responded with a complex expression.

Now she just wants to return to the real world and digest the gains just now, but she can't hear the bell of "End Class".

Nearly thirty times later, when Furth's head twitched and her spirit began to dry out, she finally "recorded" the next "historical pore image call".

At this moment, she felt that she was full of tears, but still resisted fatigue, and tried to show the attitude of a good "student":

"This can summon people and things that have some connection with themselves from the historical pores?

"Who should I summon, or which item?"

Klein looked at Miss Magician and replied slightly indifferently:

"I."

"..." Firth smiled. "Which period were you?"

"Last time I met." Klein had already thought of the answer.

It was he who had brought the Miss Magician back to Beckland from the snow and ice before the destruction of the George III ceremony, and he had become an "ancient scholar".

Furth Zheng focused his head and asked subconsciously:

"What to do if you fail? To summon someone beyond my own level, the probability of failure should be high ..."

"You're going to 'record' this ability again tomorrow, using 'Lemano's Travel Notes.'" Klein said softly.

Can you succeed twice? The "magician" Furth instinctively raised such a question. It can be seen that the "world" German Sparo was so determined, and he dared not speak.

She raised her hand and gestured:

"Then, can I go back?"

Klein uttered a "hmm" and let Miss "Magician" leave "Source Castle" with joy.

…………

Sunia Island, in the virgin forest.

Alger Wilson took a few men into a remnant of elves that were rarely visited.

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