In the past, 36 Zouteland Street's ground floor was covered with stucco. The two windows on each floor were enclosed in a bow shape, forming a whole. It had the architectural characteristics of the Fifth Epoch around 1300, and the lighting wasn't that great.
After the reconstruction, the ground floor was sheltered by a small porch, and on both sides were two-story high oriel windows. The details of the window frames had window walls and decorative pillars that supported thin stone beams. Above the oriel windows was a parapet wall that connected to the third floor.
This was the three-story architectural style that had become popular in recent years.
In a daze, Leonard felt like he had walked into the wrong place.
After being stunned for about ten seconds, he held his silver-inlaid cane and walked into 36 Zouteland Street. Following that, he walked up the stairs and went around the corner. He saw a black door and a vertical signboard.
"Blackthorn Security Company."
He seemed to gradually familiarize himself with the place. He quickened his pace and pushed open the half-closed door.
The brown-haired girl had placed the Tingen City Honest Paper vertically on the table. When she heard his unconcealed footsteps, she moved the newspaper, revealing her smooth forehead, light brown eyes, and pretty face.
"… Good afternoon, Roshan," Leonard greeted hesitantly.
Rozanne first revealed a pleasantly surprised expression before her face sank. She said in an abnormally cold voice,
She said in an abnormally cold tone, "Good afternoon.
"Congratulations on avenging Captain, Klein, and the others."
Leonard gaped, not knowing how to respond. He couldn't even raise his hand to press down on his top hat because he didn't like wearing hats.
He squeezed out a smile and nodded slightly. Then, he silently walked forward, passed Roshan, and prepared to enter the door that separated the inside from the outside.
Just as he was about to enter the office, he suddenly heard Roshan whisper from behind him.
"Live well …"
Leonard slowed down his footsteps and nodded heavily.
When he arrived at the inner area, he immediately saw Frye standing at the Captain's office door.
This Corpse Collector still looked pale, as if he hadn't been exposed to the Sun for a long time. He had black hair, blue eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He had a cold and gloomy demeanor.
Leonard looked at him seriously for a few seconds, exhaled, and tried his best to smile.
"Long time no see."
"Good afternoon, long time no see." Frye pointed to the Captain's office. "I've already received the telegram and learned of your request. I'll let two team members follow you. Also, you need to fill in a Sealed Artifact application form."
Leonard smiled in a slightly surprised manner.
"You're the captain? You're not as quiet as before … "
In fact, Leonard had already digested the Soul Assurer potion and could advance to Sequence 5 Spirit Warlock. However, in order to steal the power of the Eternal Blazing Sun's blood, he deliberately didn't report it. He continued to placate the souls around Baekeland. Finally, through his hard work, he found an opportunity to come to Tingen.
"Yes." Frye gently nodded. "Actually, I don't like to talk so much, but as the captain, I have to say it."
Leonard nodded slightly.
"When did you become the captain? How come I've never heard of it … "
"Recently." Frye answered the question succinctly before explaining, "Not long after you left, I became a Sequence 8 Gravedigger. Last month, I finally advanced to a Spirit Medium, and the previous Captain happened to be transferred."
"So fast …" Before Leonard could finish his sentence, he had already clenched his fist and hit his head. "Look at my memory. I forgot that Klein shared some of his experiences with everyone."
He lowered his right hand and turned to Frye with a smile.
"In this case, you still have time and space to improve. You might even become a deacon in the future."
Frye glanced at him, then retracted his gaze.
"I probably won't continue to seek advancement."
"Why?" Leonard walked a few steps to Frye's side and asked in surprise.
Frye raised his head to look at the ceiling and said in a calm and deep voice,
"I want to stay here.
"Always protecting this place."
Leonard remained silent and did not respond.
He looked around and felt that this place had been greatly modified, but there were still some unchanging things hidden deep within.
Frye was similarly silent for a while before saying,
"I'll send two team members to follow you."
As he spoke, he walked to the end of the corridor. Leonard also subconsciously followed by his side.
In the office at the bottom of the corridor, the door was wide open. A few Nighthawks were playing cards and fighting evil.
Upon sensing their Captain's approach, they put down their poker cards and stood up.
Leonard swept his gaze over and saw two familiar faces. They were the black-haired Royale with slender eyebrows and the white-haired, black-eyed Seeka.
At the same time, he also saw a few unfamiliar faces. He saw the pennies, soli, and poker cards on the table.
In that instant, he fell into a daze as his vision turned blurry.
…
In the waters of the Rorsted Archipelago, in a small harbor that had a fishing village attached to it, in the bottom cabin of the Future.
Frank Lee rolled up his sleeves, crossed his arms, and seriously observed the mushroom in front of him.
The mushroom, including its cap, was 1.8 meters tall. Its white surface had a few red spots that resembled eyes, nose, and mouth.
Apart from that, its body also protruded with spores, growing out thick and powerful white mycelium that resembled tentacles.
Frank sized up the gigantic mushroom a few times before surveying the area. He looked at the wooden walls, floors, and all sorts of mushrooms of various sizes. He said to Cielf beside him, "This is the Artisan Cielf.
There's been progress in this experiment. This mushroom has a strong tendency to reproduce itself, and this will make it hungry. It will desperately need the flesh and blood of monsters to replenish its energy.
"And be it roasting or boiling it, it can eliminate its activity, making it less dangerous.
"Uh, how does it taste? Didn't you taste it just now? Its progeny will randomly have the flavor of beef, fish, or wheat. Some will even be filled with milk. One stalk is enough to satisfy a breakfast. Look, the crew doesn't like to drink anymore. There are mushrooms that can be plucked everywhere … I'm thinking that at times, in order to fill our stomachs in the wilderness, we need to carry rations or hunt beasts. It's just too troublesome. If we could grow mushrooms on our bodies, wouldn't that save us a lot of trouble? "
Artisan Charve was much thinner than when he was in Bayam. His eye sockets were sunken, and his gaze was glazed over. He lacked the liveliness.
Upon hearing Frank's words, he seemed to recall something as his body trembled slightly. He silently squatted down, opened his mouth, and vomited.
"Are you alright? I know it's been hard on you. I really have to thank you for this period of time, "Frank said sincerely to the Artisan. Frank said sincerely to the Blacksmith. "If it weren't for you, this mushroom wouldn't have such a strong tendency to reproduce itself. Furthermore, under the moonlight, its vitality becomes abnormally tenacious and it can self-purify. This can effectively eliminate the toxins accumulated from devouring monsters. The only problem now is that there's no moonlight in pure darkness. This is a problem we need to resolve next. "
Charve didn't say a word. After he finished vomiting, he suddenly stood up and turned to rush outside. However, thick and powerful white mycelium spread over and pulled him back.
"Return … return me my mystical item! I want to die with these mushrooms! "he shouted crazily as his voice became softer and softer. His mouth seemed to be gagged.
At this moment, in a spot outside the fishing village, green vines rapidly retracted as though they were growing in reverse.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya walked out, her eyes a deep purple with a hint of silver.
Her ears still resounded with the illusory ravings of the Hidden Sage, but she no longer found it terrifying. It wasn't as unbearable as it was in the past. Everywhere she looked, there were countless figures in indescribable forms. They were like thick curtains in the shadows, an invisible gaze cast from an unknown location.
Compared to before, she could already vaguely see the unknown existence hidden behind the curtains. She could already see moons of different colors high in the sky. They were either blood-red, silver, dark brown, or ghostly blue. They were like eyes watching the land.
Cattleya's mind buzzed as she hurriedly retracted her gaze, not daring to look again.
She had already relied on analyzing the blood of the Snake of Fate to complete the ritual and obtain godhood. She had become a Sequence 4 of the Mystery Pryer pathway, Mysticologist!
However, she remembered that the Queen had once warned her:
Among all the Sequence 4s of the twenty-two pathways, a Mysticologist was the "job" that was most prone to encountering danger. This was because they often saw things they shouldn't see, heard voices they shouldn't hear, and touched upon secrets they shouldn't touch upon.
Therefore, if a Mysticologist wanted to live long, they had to know how to restrain their curiosity and control their corresponding actions.
Removing the heavy glasses from her clothes, Cattleya placed them on the bridge of her nose. However, the things she saw that didn't belong to the real World didn't vanish.
She curled the corners of her mouth in a self-deprecating and satisfied manner, knowing that this item was no longer able to seal her Eye of Mystery Prying.
She closed her eyes before opening them. Her eyes were already black, no longer having the mysterious deep purple and silver.
Phew … Cattleya heaved a sigh of relief as she slowly walked towards the Future, as though she had only disembarked from the ship for a stroll.
She didn't plan on spreading the news of her becoming a demigod, nor did she wish to quickly become the fifth king of the sea. To her, this was one of her trump cards in the dangerous World. She wouldn't easily use it.
…
South of the Bridge, Rose Street.
Just as Emlyn's carriage drove into the street, he saw a blurry figure in a white shirt and black vest with slightly disheveled hair appear on the seat opposite him. It was a young man who resembled a wraith.
"Long time no see, Mr. Marić," Emlyn said with a smile without panicking.
Marić nodded slightly.
"I'm here to tell you that we're already prepared. We can discuss the exact plan of action."
PS: I wish everyone a happy mid-autumn festival and a family reunion ~
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