The return of outer gods, angels of wisdom, and the return of the harvest goddess. Together, these sensitive words are nothing short of a storm for Clyde.
He raised his head slightly, glanced at the bronze seat that symbolized supreme authority, and couldn't help but think:
"Perhaps, somewhere invisible, a divine war is taking place."
The purpose of scaring people has been achieved, Joey's long voice continued:
"Okay, you can continue!"
Usually when he says this, it proves that he wants to be a quiet bystander.
Helena spoke first:
"The expected series of seven stars did not appear, and the stars did not return to Fomalhaut."
When he said this, he suddenly paused and was silent for a few seconds before continuing: "This may have something to do with the 'divine descent' mentioned by Mr. Hermit."
"Sorry, I did not collect information about old era documents this time"
Joey above the gray fog smiled calmly and said:
"It doesn't matter. I'm just interested. It's not necessary."
Helena promised: "Mr. Hermit, I will work hard next time."
In fact, Joey didn't have high hopes for Helena.
The scope of her activities is in Isamotte, which belongs to the true headquarters of the Orthodox Church. The new era is built on the ruins of the old era.
The war had erased many traces, so it was normal that she couldn't find them.
Clyde is different. As a pirate, he travels to various places all year round and has access to more things.
Clyde's eyes wandered around, and then he said slowly:
"I have collected a page of documents here, which was found on a pirate ruins."
As he spoke, he recorded the things he had prepared and presented them.
For the next time, everyone sat in their own seats in tacit understanding and waited quietly.
The first line of the document shocked Joey.
The first sentence of the eloquent Chinese language is:
"Three thousand immortals have been banished from the sky. When they see me, they need to call out to the sky."
Joey secretly smacked his tongue, so crazy.
Another passage that followed made him tremble with fear.
'My condition is getting worse and worse. I feel like there's another me growing inside my body. Yes, that's right, it's another me. Sometimes he controls this body on my behalf.'
Many of the words in the records are intermittent and inconsistent. This is probably the reason why Clyde copied them from different places.
However, even so, it also provides a lot of useful information.
Just like this paragraph:
'What I killed was obviously a snake. Why did my father say that I killed a dragon and asked me to pay for his life? This is very unfair. I hate my father. It was obviously a big man-eating insect. My father locked me in a cell. Tali, he never came to see me, I miss him so much'
"This is very interesting, a bit like the story of the third prince Nezha"
He continued reading:
'My youngest son went crazy. He ate his two older brothers and two heads grew out of his neck. They belonged to his two older brothers. They smiled at me and called me father.'
The narrative of the text is getting more and more weird, more and more exaggerated, and even a little subversive of cognition.
The third prince Nezha, with three heads and six arms, turned out to be a bloodthirsty monster.
'What kind of world is on the other side of the sea'
This is the final text.
Looking at this passage, Joey fell into deep thought.
In fact, he has another most important purpose in searching for old era documents.
That is, where have the people living in the Eastern Continent gone?
The land beneath my feet, according to the memory of my previous life, belonged to Western Europe.
According to the general history records common in the mainland, all current races are descendants of the remnants of the old era.
So back to the original question.
Why did the human race in the Eastern Continent disappear?
It was as if the traces of this group of people had been wiped out out of thin air, and they had never existed in the long river of history.
Regardless of appearance or skin color, all traces of being unique to the Eastern Continent have disappeared.
In the Land Abandoned by the Gods, people with heavier skin colors occasionally appear. However, when he came outside, Joey found that the people around him were mostly fair-skinned and blond.
Joey lightly crushed the two pages in his hand and turned them into dust.
"Okay, the rest of the time belongs to you."
Above the gray mist, Joey leaned slightly on the bronze bench.
Canglong switched to the trumpet and said:
"Do you know about the Lucky Master Path, the potion formula of Sequence 7?"
Helena opened her mouth in astonishment and sighed inwardly:
"As expected of Mr. Hermit's Roller, he is about to be promoted to Sequence 7. When can I be promoted?"
Helena, who was still digesting the Sequence 9 Arbiter's potion, looked at 'Cang Long' with envy, and then turned her gaze to 'Viper' Clyde.
Fortunately, Mr. Snake is just a Sequence 9 like me.
Clyde glanced at Helena strangely: She seemed happy? Lucky Master, is this sequence that I have never heard of before, a gift from Mr. Hermit? Probably not, otherwise I wouldn't have asked for the potion formula.
Clyde shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, this is a sequence I haven't heard of. Of course, I will pay attention to it for you."
Helena thought for a while and shook her head to express that she had never been in contact with it.
This is troublesome. I won't be stuck in Sequence 8.
He was anxious in his heart, but on the surface he pretended to be indifferent and said: "Thank you, I will pay you accordingly."
Get the formula first, and we’ll talk about the rewards later.
Perhaps, we should look for it from the line of the filthy.
Joey had an inexplicable illusion that there might be secrets hidden under that sea area, and maybe the path of the Lucky Master came from there.
Below where Clyde and others cannot see.
The black sea water stirs up huge waves from time to time, like huge tentacles trying to break free from the shackles of the black water.
Clyde turned his head to Helena and asked:
"Rabbit, are you in Joymot, do you have any information about the Harvest Goddess?"
Since the last revelation from Mr. Hermit, Clyde has been paying attention to the actions of the Zhengshen Church. He has been watching for a long time and found nothing unusual.
He has never doubted the revelation of a god, and would only look for reasons within himself. Perhaps he is not strong enough now and cannot access certain information.
Pirates, in the final analysis, are still not worthy of the spotlight.
Except for those who hold the title, there is no pirate on the sea who is not afraid of the Orthodox Church.
Usually when you return to land, you can only hide your identity.
Helena shook her head and said:
"I'm just a little police officer"
The meaning is obvious, what you can't reach, I can't reach either.
Did Alyssa really go back?
Joey frowned and thought for a moment, feeling that some of the fire in his heart that had long been extinguished showed signs of rekindling for a moment.
Since Alyssa can go back, does it mean that I can go back too?
But then I thought about it, and the newly ignited flame was extinguished in an instant.
No joke, there is a true god standing behind Alyssa. Even so, she had planned for more than ten years to open the door to the abyss.
Why should he, Mr. Hermit, who only has Sequence 8, be afraid that he will be laughed out of his wits?
Thinking of this, he spoke in a slightly lower voice:
"Abundance is not the abundance it once was. His return will still take some time."
Joey felt that he was becoming more and more like a magician, and he felt comfortable saying such ambiguous words.
It will take time, and even if the Harvest Goddess has not returned by then, it will still be pushed to the point that the time has not come yet, and no one will be able to catch Mr. Hermit.
Looking at the expressions of the two people, he knew that the desired effect was achieved.
Clyde lowered his head for a moment, thinking about Joey's words.
"This abundance is not that abundance. What Mr. Hermit said is that it is not that the former God has returned, but that a new god is about to be born. This is crazy."
If you think about the many false gods who are suffocated by the Church of the Seven Gods, you will know how difficult it is to give birth to a recognized new god.
"Everyone, try to become stronger. Some very interesting things will happen in the future."
Joey mumbled something again, and then disappeared on the bronze bench.
The figures of the other people also slowly faded and eventually disappeared.
Joey was not in a hurry to let the spirit body return to the physical body, but carefully observed 'him' lying on the bed with his spiritual vision.
His whole body was shrouded in a thin layer of red light. His open eyes were empty and lifeless, and he was reciting a series of incomprehensible numbers in his mouth, which looked like a formula.
The spirit body was suspended on the ceiling of the room, observing quietly. This state remained until the sky outside the window turned fish belly white.
The red light attached to the body seemed to be afraid of the sun. The moment it was illuminated, it faded away like a tide.
Only then did he feel confident in controlling his spirit's return to his body.
The moment he opened his eyes, there was an indescribable feeling of exhaustion in his body.
"Gan, this is more tiring than seven wolves in one night."
It seems that we need to find the root cause quickly, otherwise, who can bear to sleep like this every day?
She opened the door and was about to go to the bathroom when she bumped into Barbara wearing an apron.
Her watery eyes glanced at Joey up and down, then she curled her lips and said with a look of disgust:
"It's time for both the older and the younger to find a girlfriend and stop doing those things."
Joey: This. . . . Sorry!
Such a lolita, if she wasn't her sister, would probably cry for a long time if she was slapped.
Barbara doesn’t seem to remember what happened last night. Is it Norm’s trick, or is it Harvey?
At the dinner table, Barbara looked at Joey with a swollen face, and the only word she kept revealing was 'disgust'.
At eight o'clock, Barbara went out with the handmade products, and Joey finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The depressing atmosphere of being looked down upon is really uncomfortable.
After choosing a black suit and looking at his face in the mirror, Joey smacked his lips.
"Little Huangmao, he's quite handsome!"
Look to the left, look to the right.
He picked out a black Gaussian hat and went out to hail a carriage to go to Hawkins University.
There's nothing I can do about it. How can I have a nice-looking and thick thigh?
After knocking on the door for a long time, Freya opened the door sleepily.
Wearing a thin gauze skirt, her white calves were exposed.
Slightly messy hair has a lazy beauty.
"Better give me a reason not to kill you."
Joey licked his face and said with a smile:
"Good morning, teacher!" he said, taking out the things he had prepared from behind and squeezing into the room:
"Teacher, come on, this is the breakfast I bought for you, eat it while it's hot."
"Hey, you're so good today. Do you want to ask me for something?"
Freya put her hands on her hips and raised her delicate chin slightly:
"I can tell you, don't take advantage of Sister Chuidian's beauty. I have no interest in little children. My love only belongs to Him."
She stared at a sculpture on the balcony of the living room with brilliant eyes.
Only the body is carved into the statue, and the head is still made of clay. It resembles a squatting person. The body is wrapped in wings, and the blood vessels are clearly visible on the wings.
bat.
When Joey first saw the sculpture, he thought of bats.
The wings looked exactly like the nocturnal creature in my memory.
He turned his head and glanced at Freya in surprise.
If I remember correctly, there should be no such creatures as bats in this world. In other words, Freya created this sculpture without any reference.
"How is it! Look handsome!"
"Well, he's quite handsome. Teacher, where did you get the inspiration for this clay sculpture?"
Freya tilted her head, remained silent for two seconds, stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth, and said vaguely:
"I don't know~, just hold the carving knife and the picture will appear on its own."
The clay sculpture clearly had no facial features, but Joey felt like he was being stared at, which was a strange feeling.
Not only that, when looking at the clay sculptures, there will be an excitement in my heart, and an inexplicable warmth will grow in my lower abdomen.
The blood flow in the body accelerated, but within just ten seconds, his face looked as tight as a monkey's butt.
"Hey, I haven't taken any medicine either. I'm crazy." He glanced at Freya awkwardly. The other person didn't notice his ugly appearance and ran into the bathroom: "Teacher, let me borrow the bathroom."
The cold water hit his face, and the cold feeling suppressed the restlessness.
"There is a problem, there is a problem with the clay sculpture"
The clay sculpture gave him the feeling of a living thing, not like a dead thing at all.
Freya stayed with this thing all day long, which made Joey worried.
After sorting out his thoughts and leaving the bathroom, he directly showed his cards and said:
"Teacher, there may be something wrong with my body. I would like to borrow the school's equipment."
Freya took a sip of milk, her beautiful eyes suddenly curved, she revealed a sly smile, and teased:
"I'm impotent!" While speaking, his eyes rolled around and slowly moved downward.
"I'm sorry~"
As soon as these two words came out of his mouth, Joey quickly covered his mouth and said with an embarrassed smile:
"You are the teacher~"
"Tch~ I'm specially hired to do experiments in your school under my name. I don't teach students."
Got~
No matter what you say, there is nothing you can do.
After all, Freya was telling the truth.
Although he is called a teacher, it is really just a name and there are no courses.
The two also met during a scientific research project.
"The biology teacher is also a teacher. Do you need a teacher to help you?"
"No~" Joey waved his hands repeatedly.
"Teacher, I'm coming over"
"Tch~hehe"
Freya covered her mouth and let out a burst of laughter.
Joey was walking along the tree-lined path of the school. The sun shone through the gaps between the treetops and warmed his body.
He lowered his head, looking worried.
"Freya seems to have changed~"
