Hearing the captain's instructions, Nina curled her lips and pointed out the window.
"Is Frank's experiment not strange?"
Cattleya couldn't refute for a while, so she sighed and said,
"If there are any signs of danger, write to me at once."
As a Mysticologist, she also had her own messenger.
"Alright." Nina puffed up her chest and said, "After all, I'm the most mature and staid person on the Future."
At this point, she asked curiously,
"Captain, what are you doing in Rouen? What mission did he accept? Are we going to sabotage the enemy's rear? "
Nina was of Feysac descent, and Cattleya was considered half Intis. In the recent war, she would naturally have some inclination. Therefore, Nina guessed that the captain had established contact with the Intis intelligence department.
"… You can say that," Cattleya replied strictly.
In a sense, Nina's guess was not wrong. She had indeed accepted a mission to go to Baekeland, the capital of Rouen, to wreak havoc. However, her target was not the official forces, but the cultists.
Besides, there was still the chance to meet the Queen. She probably hadn't left Baekeland yet, and the earliest she could do so would be after the new year … At this thought, Cattleya suddenly felt a little excited.
Ever since she left "Dawn", she had never really met Queen Mystic. They only exchanged letters or were on the same ship, but for various reasons, they did not communicate at all.
Nina didn't dare to ask further. She pointed at the door and said,
"Captain, is there anything else? If not, we're going out. "
Admiral of Stars Cattleya nodded, indicating that the boatswain of the Future could leave with her subordinates.
Just as Nina was holding the handle and twisting it gently, Cattleya suddenly thought of something and hurriedly shouted, "Don't worry.
"Nina."
"Hmm?" Nina, whose blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail, turned around with a "confused" look on her face.
"Don't get drunk!" Admiral of Stars Cattleya emphasized seriously. "When I return to the ship, I'll let you have a good drink."
Nina immediately revealed a charming smile.
"Deal!"
Cattleya thought for a moment and exhorted,
"Apart from Frank, you also have to pay attention to Heath's condition. Don't let him get curious about the unknown voice and don't get too tired. Also, pull Ottolov out of his room frequently and control the frequency and number of times he comes into contact with mysticism knowledge.
"I know, I know. Do you think I don't know them?" Nina waved her hand and agreed.
After the boatswain and her subordinates left the captain's cabin and closed the door, Cattleya cast her gaze outside the window, looking at the Baekeland that she could not see.
After a few minutes, she pulled a tarot card out of her hand.
It depicted a lonely old man with a glass lamp and a walking stick.
The Hermit card.
…
Late at night, Baekeland, Queens, Earl Hall's house.
Audrey, who was wearing a white chiffon nightgown, suddenly opened her eyes. She took a blue cloak and draped it over her body.
She then got out of bed and walked to the full-body mirror in the room. Using the crimson moonlight that shone through the curtains, she carefully observed herself.
Her emerald-green eyes seemed to glow. They were lustrous and clear, allowing people to clearly see every detail.
Audrey closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, all the abnormalities had vanished.
The corners of her mouth curled up bit by bit as her cheeks protruded slightly. Her eyebrows curved slightly as her eyes darted around slightly. She praised herself inwardly.
Audrey, you've finally come this far ~!
She had completely digested the Dreamwalker potion.
According to Audrey's confidence and predictions, she believed that she would finish digesting the potion after February. To her surprise, she encountered so many strange and completely different dreams during this period of time.
These included multiple dreams, dreams caused by mental illnesses, lucid dreams, dreams caused by evil spirits and wraiths, and the dreams of a few demigods.
Under normal circumstances, as a Dreamwalker, Audrey could roughly determine the level of the creature she was about to enter to avoid encountering danger. However, the few demigods had hidden themselves so well that Audrey only discovered some clues when she entered their dreams. She was shocked.
Fortunately, she wasn't discovered a few times. Instead, she accumulated experience, and because she carefully traveled, observed, and analyzed the demigod's dream, she greatly digested the potion.
In addition, the other special dreams also gave her a completely different experience. After that, she tried to construct multiple dreams herself. She tried to hide behind the scenes in the dream and cleverly guide its development. She interfered with the subconscious to treat the dream's owner's mental illness or expel the corruption brought about by evil spirits and wraiths.
To a certain extent, this went against her self-requirement of only observing and recording without interfering, but it strangely sped up the digestion of the potion.
This made her conclude a new rule:
… If I really want to interfere, I have to be the mastermind and guide behind the scenes. Even if the goal is achieved, no one will notice it.
On this point, Audrey did very well. The few people with serious mental illnesses unknowingly recovered after having five or six slightly strange dreams.
And it was very normal for a dream to appear strange and incomprehensible.
For me to be able to digest the Dreamwalker potion so quickly, it's mainly because of my luck during this period of time. Without so many unique experiences, I'd definitely have to wait another month or two. Yes, I might even be captured by a demigod and thrown into a Beyonder prison, or I might be directly killed … When did my luck become so good? Since I sacrificed ice cream to the Blessed of the angel in the domain of destiny … Hmm … Audrey looked at herself in the mirror and blinked with a faint smile.
She quickly retracted her gaze, scanned the bedroom, and walked to the dressing table.
There was a deck of tarot cards there.
In the room of a girl who liked mysticism, it was rather normal for there to be a deck of tarot cards.
Audrey stretched out her right hand and touched the topmost card with her fingertip. She slowly took a deep breath and muttered to herself,
"The battle in the Amantha Mountains is getting more and more intense …
A port in Midseashire has already fallen …
The defense line in the Hornacis mountain range in Sivellaus County is said to not be able to last until spring …
If it wasn't for the fact that we have a certain advantage in the war at sea, the connection with the Southern Continent's East Balam would definitely be severed …
"Alfred is still there...
"I don't know how this war will develop.
Thankfully, I'm about to become a demigod. Mr. World has already given me the Manipulator potion formula and the main ingredient … The tears of seven different humans due to intense emotions have also been gathered through this period of dream experience …
I've traded for the golden leaf of the Treant mentor from Young Sun. I'm only short of the blood of an elderly mind dragon …
Phew, I'll try to exchange it from Psychological Alchemy. Before Hvin Rambis died, I was already in charge of a psychological discussion group … But will this expose that Hvin Rambis's death is related to me?
Or should I request Mr. World to summon the blood of an elderly mind dragon from history? This can last for at least fifteen minutes. Once I successfully advance and converge my spirituality, completing the self-suggestion, its disappearance won't affect me much. After all, it's only a supplementary ingredient …
Audrey, you actually learned how to fake things. Furthermore, you're faking things on such matters!
After making a self-deprecating remark, Audrey began to think about what kind of occasion she should use to complete the Manipulator advancement ritual.
That required her to consume the potion in a special occasion with at least ten thousand people, with their emotions resonating greatly.
As her thoughts raced, Audrey had a preliminary idea.
The Goddess's Winter Gifts Day?
But no matter how large a Mass is, it can't accommodate ten thousand people … The cathedral can't accommodate so many people …
Yes, it's usually impossible. If there's a chance this time, I can donate a sum of money and suggest that we hold a large-scale Mass at Memorial Square and other places to placate the souls that died in the war.
The most important square is to invite the family, relatives, and friends of the dead and injured. As long as they make up a certain proportion, the emotional resonance will be able to affect the others participating in the Mass, thus fulfilling the requirements of the ritual …
After calmly analyzing the situation, Audrey suddenly lowered her head and looked at the mirror on the dressing table. She saw that the faint smile on her beautiful face had long disappeared, leaving behind only a calm surface and the sorrow in her eyes.
She stared at herself, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.
She whispered, "Audrey, you've also become despicable …"
She closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, Audrey had returned to normal.
She reached out to the stack of tarot cards on the dressing table and flipped open the top one.
The card depicted a Goddess of Justice sitting on a stone chair, holding a sword in one hand and a scale in the other, coldly watching everything.
…
Baekeland, Hillston Borough, in a house with a fireplace.
"Have you finished digesting your Scribe potion?" Xio had just changed into her home clothes and walked back to the living room when she heard the unbelievable news.
Fors nodded with a haggard expression.
"Yes.
"Do you know what kind of life I've been living?"
As she was forced to "travel" to six places, she had to experience, admire, and record them day and night. From time to time, she would be pulled into the gray fog to "Record" all kinds of strange or high-level Beyonder powers.
The original Lightning Storm and Historical Void Image Summoning had been replaced many times. Today, she had only returned to the original configuration.
"I don't know …" Xio answered honestly.
"I know you don't know." Fors took a deep breath and said, "What about you? How have you been recently? "
"Not bad. I've been arranged to be in the Abnormal Affairs Court. I have some thoughts of acting, and the speed at which my potion is digesting has begun to accelerate," Xio tersely said.
"It's very hard for me to imagine you wearing a judge's robe and sitting on it to conduct a trial." Fors sighed from the bottom of her heart.
"Are you trying to say that the prisoners and lawyers won't be able to see me?" Xio added on her friend's behalf without minding it at all.
Fors laughed dryly.
"I'm going to prepare for the advancement ritual of a Traveler after some rest."
"Aren't you going deep into the spirit world? Do you have a solution? "Xio asked in puzzlement.
Fors nodded.
"The messenger who got me to summon him."
Divine Sovereign of the Nine Heavens
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