On the streets of West Ninth District, under the foggy sky, there were so many unknown secrets hidden in the depths. Joey suddenly thought of something:
The disaster in Chernobyl came from the 'Color of Stars'. Thanks to him, Senagaal became a 'land abandoned by the gods.' According to Ms. Rabbit, he should have returned to the starry sky as early as the first era, so now it is What kind of situation?
As a Lucky Master of Sequence Nine, he is still an extraordinary person with no attack power, and has no way of accessing the high-level secret files.
"Maybe we can try to find Captain Vader?"
"No, no, no," he quickly dismissed the idea.
The loopholes are too big. With his identity, it is impossible to know the secrets about the gods. The only way to know is to join the evil god sect.
Moreover, he had survived in the hands of the extraordinary beings of the Necronomic Religion before, and he was already in the investigation stage. If he did anything outrageous, I believe that Vader would kill him directly without any outside intervention.
"Looks like I have to wait until the next party to get more information from Ms. Rabbit."
Thanks to Charles, there is no longer an inner and outer city, and you will encounter all kinds of civilians on the streets.
At this time, he was thinking again that Alyssa didn't know how she was doing on the farm.
The sudden riot completely disrupted Joey's life trajectory.
While thinking deeply, he had returned to the rented house unknowingly.
In Senegal, only people with legal status can live here.
By coincidence, I happened to meet the landlady. She was wearing an evening dress and exquisite makeup, as if she was going to a party.
This is a popular gathering among aristocratic circles, and if you are lucky enough, you may even be able to find your significant other.
"Mr. Creevey, it's nice to see you again." Naomi, who was arranging her hair, suddenly saw Joey, picked up her skirt and trotted closer, saying hello politely.
Joey had always been afraid to avoid the enthusiastic landlady, but since he happened to meet him, he still said with a smile:
"Mrs. Jeff, are you going to the dance? You look particularly beautiful today."
It's true, she is really beautiful.
Naomi looked at Joey shyly, her cheeks turned red, and she murmured in a low voice:
"I'm not going to the dance. Alida's husband died in the riots. I have to go to his funeral."
In Senegal, whether it is a wedding or a funeral, you will dress up to show respect.
Her eyes were panicked, as if she was afraid of being misunderstood, and she also talked about her worries and fears these days, and finally looked at Joey with concern: "When all this will pass, I'm so scared to see you... to see someone lose their life again. "
“God will protect Senagaal, the disaster will pass, and peace will be with us.”
After a long time of relief, I finally sent the landlady away.
I haven't been back for several days. The room is filled with the smell of decaying sawdust. I open the window to let the wind blow in.
The war between the two factions seems to have reached a stalemate. Rumors have begun to spread that Senegal will be divided into two forces, and an armistice is already in the negotiation stage.
What is needed next is a game between politicians, armed conflicts will not break out again, and extraordinary people of his status will also be dismissed.
It looked peaceful on the surface, but Joey knew that this was just the calm before the storm.
The heavy fog shrouding the inner city has begun to spread outside. No one noticed these details. The originally rumored monster in the fog was finally confirmed to be the enemy's crime. This made both parties underestimate the fog even more, thinking that it was just a monster. It's just extreme weather.
In these free days, Joey has been collecting medicinal materials for the Sequence Eight magic potion.
The formula for the Sequence 8 transporter magic potion consists of a deep-sea fish skull, some Antennae worm shells, a colorful turtle sand, a lucky item, and some other auxiliary medicines.
The first main ingredient alone cannot be obtained in Senegal, because there is no sea here, and the only clues are antennae. It is an underground creature like an agate worm, which likes moist and dark environments.
Calculating the time of the last meeting, Joey closed the doors and windows, turned his mind, and came above the gray fog. His eyes were fixed on the giant pillar standing on the endless sea through the gray fog. One gold, one red, two Threads are wrapped around it, and as long as he wants to, he can pull the corresponding person in at any time.
"Looks like we need to set a time for the party!"
He withdrew his gaze, first created a substitute, then sat back on the high seat, the gray mist became hidden again, and then began to summon.
Helena was originally handling a case when she suddenly felt something. Then she stood up and said to her colleagues: "I'm sorry, you know, as a woman, there are a few days every month where you can't help yourself."
She dismissed her colleagues and quickly returned to her residence. As the fog spread and eroded her body, she had arrived at the Round Table Hall. She was in a hall wrapped in gray mist. There were two other vague figures not far away from her.
Two ways? Wait, are there new members besides Viper? And this new one looks very powerful.
It seems that Mr. Viper is the same, I am the only one of lower rank.
At the same time, Viper Clyde also discovered another person. He was not tall and thin. From his general clothing, he could not tell where he came from.
Clyde was deeply aware of the traveling sea that traveled to various countries in the East and West. Clyde was deeply aware of the customs of the major churches, but he could not see the origins of the new members, which surprised him.
"Good evening, Mr. Hermit"
Helena gently picked up the small leather skirt specially made by the Sheriff as a greeting.
Of course, it would look even better if she wears a palace dress. This is Joey Mott’s unique way of greeting.
After getting along with each other twice, Helena roughly understood the temperament of this ancient god. He was not that moody evil god, but more like a kind old man.
She didn't hide her curiosity at all, and her gray-brown eyes stared at the new figure without blinking.
"Hello!"
Joey rested his chin leisurely and closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, part of his consciousness had already reached Canglong.
He smiled and bowed, which was a gentleman's response with the highest etiquette in Senegal.
"Good evening! Beautiful lady"
Clyde responded politely and did not rush to speak, but looked at the other person carefully.
"Black hair, dark eyes, accent more like Isamotte, with a bit of Messenian accent. Judging from his tone of voice, there is no trace of nervousness or embarrassment at all, and he is next to the seat in front of me.
From all aspects, this person's status may not be low, and he may even have been here before. Ms. Rabbit and I have already been here. Facing Mr. Hermit, there is no sense of oppression that we should have towards a god. He is most likely to be a scroller. "
After just a few seconds of looking at it, Clyde came to many conclusions.
Joey did not speak this time, but controlled Canglong to speak:
"I need a deep-sea fish skull and a piece of colorful turtle sand."
Joey knew that Clyde Phoenix, as a pirate, would definitely have access to these two things.
