Alyssa tilted her head innocently, and her delicate face had a hint of fireworks because it was stained with dust.
"I do not know!"
"ha?"
Joey had the urge to hit someone. He lowered his head and looked at Alyssa seriously.
"You're not kidding me, are you?"
Alyssa seemed to have a hard time understanding Joey's emotional changes. She clapped her hands and adjusted her clothes: "I really don't know."
Joey tried his best to control his outburst of emotions and asked in a low voice: "Then where did your lucky master's potion formula come from?"
"oh"
Alyssa said softly, and said frankly: "Everyone knows the magic potion formula."
As she said that, Alyssa gathered her golden hair and made a naughty face at Joey.
"Hehe, Frank is indeed right. People in the outer city are easy to deceive. The Lucky Master's sequence is not a secret in the Imperial City, but no one has succeeded."
A devil, definitely a devil, with an innocent face, what kind of thing is he doing?
The Nine Lucky Masters of the Fart Sequence had no way to advance at all. This was just a big fire pit that was designed to deceive people, and he eagerly jumped into it.
Blame? It’s hard to talk about it, it’s just a bit frustrating.
In that situation, Alyssa could only use this method to let Joey save people.
Seeing Alyssa returning to the farmland, Joey could only sigh helplessly and turn around to leave.
The night was very lonely, and the dilapidated windows of the hut could not withstand the cold wind and could only clank with the night wind.
After checking old Tony's physical condition and covering him with quilt, Joey lay on the floor and closed his eyes.
The body was fast asleep in the hut, and the consciousness had reached above the gray fog.
What came into view were the twelve quaint chairs. Joey took a step forward and gently sat down on the upper arm.
There was endless darkness under his feet, and there was gray mist everywhere he could see. Leaning back on the chair, Joey began to think about the path he was going to take next.
Who would have thought that the path of Lucky Master was actually fabricated. Forget it, he was promoted by accident.
"Maybe we can get clues from those inscriptions."
His promotion was not a promotion in the traditional sense, but a coincidence. During the sacrifice, he changed the name of the god.
My eyes passed through the gray fog, and my eyes were fixed on the giant pillar. Suddenly, a vicissitudes of life, a simple atmosphere came, followed by countless incomprehensible murmurs penetrated into my ears.
The text is still unclear. Joey will definitely stop seeking death before the situation changes, but tonight, he plans to give it a try.
Holding back the severe pain that his head was about to explode, he stared at the words engraved on the pillar.
He flipped his palms, tossed a coin, and murmured: "Tonight, I am very lucky."
The words that have always been difficult to see clearly turn into free lines in the line of sight, some are dark and some are light, and the colors are different. They are entangled on the column and swim back and forth.
Without thinking, Joey stretched out his hand and grabbed it. The line that was originally outside the gray mist actually appeared in his hand when he grabbed it. Like a naughty little snake, it circled around his palm, and then Before Joey could react, he got into his body.
Joey's consciousness began to fade.
. . . .
Isamotte's capital city, Ishlandon, is located in a quaint church in Forty-Nine City.
Helena Rose knelt devoutly in front of the cross, clasped her hands and prayed.
"Light of the world, I will pursue you"
"I swear on the name of the Rothschild family that I will spend my life pursuing the betrayer!"
The dazzling sunlight hit Helena's face through the skylight glass, and her face was full of exhaustion and disappointment.
She recited the prayer over and over again, and took out a small crystal clear stone from her arms, the size of a palm, with a lightning pattern on it.
He held the stone above his head. After a long time, he still didn't get any response.
Looking at the empty church, Helena finally chose to give up, covering her face dejectedly and crying.
"Father, what is the point of us guarding this broken stone?"
There used to be a powerful clan in the Principality of Isamotte, the Rothschilds. Because of a secret treasure, now there is only one person left in the entire family.
She kept her name anonymous and traced the identity of her enemy, but she was too weak, so weak that she couldn't even bear the enemy's breath.
Helena understood that only by becoming a transcendent could she have a chance to take revenge. After spending a whole year, she finally gathered the sequence potion of the Arbiter Path.
Today, she is preparing to be promoted to transcendence with the blessing of the gods.
Every transcendent who is promoted must not only resist the corrosion from magic potions, but also beware of the crazy whispers from the underground.
People with a powerful background will choose a high-sequence extraordinary person to help them when they are promoted. Those who are promoted to extraordinary people on their own will not save one out of ten. Only low-level breakthroughs will have a high success rate.
The Arbitrator Path is the top extraordinary path, and only the principality official has a complete promotion sequence.
Helena, who is weak and weak, can only hope for blessings from the gods if she wants to be promoted.
The reality is cruel. The treasure she considers very precious has not received any response.
When Helena was about to give up, the stone with lightning graphics exploded, and then a bright light enveloped her body.
. . . .
Joey regained consciousness, rubbed his swollen head, looked down involuntarily, and was stunned.
Beside the round table, there was a figure looking around in horror. She is tall, has short beige-brown hair, and wears a tight-fitting leather skirt that shows her sophistication.
"What is this place? Why did I appear here?"
This is a good question. I want to know why you are here?
Joey was not in a hurry to speak, but silently observed the other person. From the skin color to the accent, he doesn't look like a Senegalese at all.
While he was sizing him up, Helena was also walking cautiously in the gray mist. When she found that she couldn't leave, she moved her attention to the twelve seats.
She doesn't seem to be able to see me?
Joey noticed that the brown-haired lady looked up more than once, but she seemed not to be able to see him.
While Joey was still thinking blankly, Helena suddenly bent down and kowtowed to the upper hand position.
"Light of the world, I am your most loyal believer"
Helena's heart was beating fast, her head was lowered, and her body could not stop shaking.
Looking up inadvertently, she discovered that in addition to the twelve round tables and chairs, there was also a larger one at the top. There was a vague figure on it, looking down at her condescendingly.
Although I couldn't see the appearance clearly, the feeling of heart palpitations was very relevant.
Suddenly, she remembered a saying: "You must not look directly at God, and you must not speak his name."
