Mystery: The arrival of the new Black Emperor

Audrey returned to her room and looked at the dressing table in front of her without saying a word for a long time. Mr. Emperor's reminder and emotion seemed to still surround her ears.

This made Audrey, who had always been optimistic about the extraordinary world, suddenly feel worried and frustrated.

"You seem to have some insights into something." Susie said yes.

Audrey couldn't help but hold her forehead. She still couldn't accept Susie who could talk.

But at this time, only Susie was the right person to talk to. She touched Susie's head: "Susie, maybe our choice is not the right one."

But soon Audrey's eyes were filled with determination and optimism: "But since you have already chosen, you can't complain too much."

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After Hobert of Backlund left the gray mist and returned to the hotel room, he quietly watched the carriages rushing by and the crowds of people outside the window.

Hobert suddenly felt a little nostalgic for his old life, even though he only had to watch videos every day besides going to work, which felt very boring.

Looking back now, mediocrity is also a manifestation of happiness. Unlike now, the family curse, the role of "lawyer" and the need for money are like someone whipping him with a whip behind him, leaving him with nothing but happiness. Moving forward, unable to stop and rest.

Hobert smiled helplessly, gathered his mood and checked out of the hotel. Since he had begun the life of an extraordinary person, he should not complain about the suffering that this world had brought to him. After all, he had also gained extraordinary abilities.

Arriving on the street, Hobert hailed a taxi and went straight to the Mercenary Club.

When he came out of the law office in the afternoon, he took all his savings with him, a total of 71 pounds, 5 soles and 8 pence. He had counted it several times.

But this afternoon's transaction may cost most of your savings.

Hobert patted the pocket where he kept his wallet. Before the money was spent, he was already feeling distressed.

With the club's badge, Hobert successfully entered the club. He opened his pocket watch and looked at it. He arrived about ten minutes early.

However, the club member selling dragon blood grass and other materials also arrived early. The other party was a man in his thirties, carrying a huge suitcase.

He introduced himself: "You can call me Gal. I specialize in items needed for the occult. My shop is at 51 Henry Street."

Hobert smiled and said: "Hobert, a lover of mysticism."

The two looked at each other and smiled, feeling that the other was hiding something.

This is normal, after all, they have not yet established full trust.

Under the arrangement of the waiter, the two people came to a small reception room to conduct business.

Gal put the suitcase on the table and opened it. Inside was bottles and jars next to each other, containing a variety of common extraordinary materials.

He introduced: "This is the essential oil extracted from the deep sleep flower, as well as chamomile petals. I just saw the symbolic pattern of the goddess on your pocket watch, so I highly recommend this 'Amanda' hydrosol, and the 'Saint' Night powder', believe me, it will definitely please the goddess."

Hobert was stunned, man, what you just said seems a bit ambiguous! Or is the word "please" misused? Why does he always think of some indecent images when he hears this word?

He shook his head, driving these thoughts that were obviously disrespectful to the goddess out of his mind.

Hobert purchased the extraordinary materials needed for the ritual in order to obtain a response from the Night Goddess, so that he could ask the Night Goddess to help channel the spirit when needed in the future.

Of course, Hobert can also try to pray for power to channel himself, but the "Land of Disorder" is a symbol of order and disorder. Even if it can help him complete the channeling, there is a high possibility that it will be done in a twisted way. Finish.

By the time the channeling is completed, who knows what kind of mess will be left?

After a period of friendly negotiation, Hobert finally bought a silver knife, a small bottle of "Amanda" hydrosol, a small jar of "Holy Night Powder", and Deep Sleep for the price of 3 pounds and 18 soles. Flower essential oils, moonflower and chamomile petals, and three candles mixed with night vanilla, mint and other ingredients.

Among them, the silver knife and "Amanda" hydrosol were the most expensive, with the former costing 1 pound 6 soles and a small bottle of the latter costing 1 pound 3 soles.

When leaving, Bill pointedly said: "If you need better quality and more magical materials, you can go to my store to choose. Of course, if you are worried, you can also choose to trade at the club."

Hobert nodded and smiled: "Okay." It seemed that Bill had more advanced extraordinary materials.

Then, Hobert started the next transaction. The other party was a soldier in his forties, wearing a straight military uniform: "This is a trophy from a battle."

While taking out a stack of Emperor Russell's diaries from his bag, he introduced: "Some of them have the blood of enemies on them, but it doesn't hinder reading."

There are at least a dozen diaries in this stack, and Hobert has made up his mind: I can't get them all, otherwise I will go bankrupt!

He cleared his throat: "I believe you saw my message on the information board. I have to briefly browse the content to determine if I have a similar collection. Well, you should also know that Emperor Russell's notes are There are many copied versions, and I don’t need repeated notes.”

In fact, the price he gave was slightly lower than the market price. Generally speaking, the normal trading price of a page of Emperor Russell's notes is between 6 pounds and 7 pounds.

However, the other party did not counteroffer: "Yes, but I would like to know the reason why you purchased Emperor Russell's notes."

Regarding the buyer's request for simple browsing, the other party is not worried because no one can understand the content of the note. Even if they browse, they are not worried about the content of the note being leaked.

Moreover, the reason why the other party did not counteroffer was that the market for Emperor Russell's notes was too small. If someone who liked to collect them bought them, of course they had to sell them immediately.

Hobert smiled and said, "I'm trying to decipher the symbols in Emperor Russell's notes."

The other party showed a "Sure enough" expression: "What a great idea, I wish you success."

But his expression clearly said: There really are such idiots in the world.

Hobert smiled and shook his head without explaining too much. He took the diary and browsed it briefly, picking out some of the romantic history of Emperor Russell, and then picking out some things that didn't seem to have much important content. come out.

There were also some extraordinary knowledge that Hobert had known for a long time, and he had also picked them out. After becoming a transcendent, his reading and understanding abilities have also improved, and he can remember most of the diaries at a glance.

Of course, the premise of all this is that he knows Chinese characters.

At the end of the fight, there was only one page of the diary left in Hobert's hand. The situation was a bit awkward. Even Hobert, whose eloquence had improved to a certain extent, could not find a suitable reason to explain to the other party.

It was the other party who spoke first: "I didn't expect your collection to be so rich."

Hobert breathed out. Fortunately, the time he spent browsing each page of the diary was quite short, so the other party didn't notice any clues.

If you read a page of your diary for a long time, and then say very shamelessly: I'm sorry, sir, I have all these notes of yours.

The secret of his ability to read these "mysterious symbols" may have been exposed.

Hobert took out 6 pounds of banknotes, 1 pound of which was used to make up for the guilt in his heart.

After completing the transaction, he asked the waiter not to disturb anyone, and he carefully read the diary of Emperor Russell that he valued in the small reception room:

"On March 12, I heard the minister in charge of intelligence say something very interesting: Most of the Quaternary Age ruins that appeared around Backlund were traps!"

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