Finally, Dorian stopped beside the letter.
He bent down and reached out his right palm. His fingers trembled slightly as he pinched the edge of the paper and picked it up.
This time, Dorian was very careful. He read it word by word from the beginning. Sometimes, he was enlightened, sometimes confused, sometimes confused, and sometimes in pain.
The letter from Fors wasn't long. He only took three minutes to read it twice before falling into a long silence.
The sunlight shone in from outside the window and shone on the toppled table.
Dorian Gray Abraham's lips suddenly quivered, but in the end, he didn't make a sound.
He rubbed his right thumb and index finger quickly across the paper, causing the letter to ignite into a scarlet flame.
After doing all this, Dorian packed up his belongings, put on makeup, and left the rented house. He used the identity he had previously prepared to go somewhere else.
After he settled down, he sat by the desk and stared at the brass ornament, deep in thought.
As the sunlight became sparser and dimmer, Dorian's eyelids twitched as he let out a long, slow sigh.
He then spread out the letter, picked up a pen, and wrote as he thought:
"… I'm very happy to see you digest the Scribe potion in a few months. This means that you really have a chance of becoming a demigod …
"… These are the key points of acting as a Traveler that I understand, but you have to remember that everyone has a different personality. There will always be some differences in acting in practice. You can't completely copy them … This doesn't mean that the key points of acting are wrong, but they can cause great conflict in your heart and affect your mental state … Sometimes, making appropriate adjustments may slow down the speed of the potion's digestion, but it's more beneficial to you. You have to remember that acting is just a tool, not a master …
"I look forward to the day you completely digest the Traveler potion. I will prepare the corresponding ingredients and a gift for you.
"… I'm very interested in the curse of the Abraham Family that the gentleman mentioned … I think you should have noticed that I have a certain amount of research in this area. Otherwise, you wouldn't always ask me about related things …" Lin Li frowned.
"I hope you can take a step further to understand …"
After writing the reply, Dorian Gray Abraham closed her eyes and quickly folded the paper.
…
In January 1351, the new year in Baekeland was much quieter than before.
In the basement of a house in the West District, a few candles flickered with a yellowish flame, illuminating the altar, chairs, and round table placed around it.
At the edge of the light, in an extremely dark place, a silhouette was faintly discernible. Sometimes it swayed, sometimes it stretched. It was a thin layer without any thickness, like a living shadow.
Suddenly, the figure spoke in a deep voice.
"You arrived earlier than I expected."
Next to the candle, where the light was the brightest, a figure quickly appeared.
It was a man dressed in a mysterious black robe. His brown hair was slightly curled, and each strand was hard. His eyes were deep, as if they were hiding countless things.
He was one of the five Saints of the Aurora Order, the Saint of Secrets Boutis.
Boutis smiled.
"To me, distance isn't a problem."
He then pulled a chair over and sat down, saying to the long and narrow shadow,
He said to the long and narrow shadow, "Have you investigated the matter? Did you discover anything abnormal? "
The shadow that had almost fused into the darkness replied in a deep voice.
"No problem."
"Really?" Boutis instinctively doubted the definite answer. "Kesma, could this be a trap?"
The Aurora Order's Saint Tenebrous Kesma slowly shook his head.
"The target is very careful. She definitely didn't deliberately expose herself.
"If she wasn't seeking to purchase the cursed item of an ancient wraith, we wouldn't have been able to detect her connection with the House of Abraham."
Saint of Secrets Boutis said in thought, "A cursed item of an ancient wraith.
An ancient wraith's cursed object. This is one of the main ingredients for Scribe. I remember that the Abraham family does have an extra Brain of Asman … Heh, to be unwilling to directly provide the Scribe Beyonder characteristic and wish to do some tests is indeed the style of the Abrahams. To put it simply, they don't trust me enough.
Saint Tenebrous Kisma didn't echo Botis's words as he continued, "Don't worry.
He continued, "Even if she was seeking to purchase the main ingredient of the Scribe potion, we didn't discover any problems. After all, not every believer knows the corresponding mysticism knowledge. However, she was still raising questions related to Apprentices and Abraham.
"She's really very careful in this aspect. The circle of Beyonders who seek to purchase ingredients is different from the circle of Beyonders who ask questions. Different matters are handled in different circles. Besides, at times, she would hire other gathering participants ahead of time to help her raise her requests.
"If it wasn't for the fact that we have people in a few of the circles who eventually gathered the information, we wouldn't have noticed her."
Saint of Secrets Boutis nodded slightly and asked, "Why didn't you take action directly?
"Why didn't you take action directly? Why did you call me over?"
Darkness floated in the shadows and answered softly,
"The situation in Backlund is getting more and more tense. The Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind teams are cleaning up the area round after round. We're being watched very closely.
"If I were to handle this matter, it would be fine if there were no accidents. But if an accident were to happen, I wouldn't be able to Graze a Secrets Sorcerer, so I might not be able to escape in time.
"Besides, aren't you the one who's most interested in the House of Abraham?"
Boutis chuckled and said, "I'm not interested in them at all.
"I'm not interested in them at all. I just want them all to die.
"To ensure my own safety, the most important thing is to nip revenge in the bud. That's my philosophy."
As he spoke, the Saint of Secrets took out a crystal ball from his black robe's secret pocket.
The crystal ball wasn't clear, nor was it translucent. It was as if a deep night had been poured into it.
As Boutis stroked it with his palm and his lips moved, the strange crystal ball emitted a resplendent glow.
Like stardust, they slowly rotated, forming a complex picture.
"It's still acceptable …" Boutis glanced at the crystal ball in his right hand and nodded lightly.
He then looked at the "ghostly shadow."
"Tell me more specific information."
When he learned that there would be a Beyonder gathering of a certain circle tonight, and that the target might appear, Saint of Secrets Boutis stood up and said to Saint Tenebrous Kesma, "You're not the only one.
"I must be prepared."
As soon as he finished speaking, he opened his right hand, raised it slightly, and closed his fingers.
The area he was in instantly distorted and disappeared.
The candles, firelight, round table, and chairs that had been there had also disappeared, leaving only the floor tiles and the ceiling.
After a while, the shadows moved, and everything returned to normal.
Saint of Secrets Boutis didn't look any different from before, but Saint Tenebrous Kesma's figure had unknowingly appeared from the darkness.
He looked at Boutis and said in a deep voice,
"You're being more cautious than necessary."
"But this isn't a bad thing. I hope to resolve the problem without anyone noticing." Boutis replied with a smile, "Follow me. Hide in the shadows and be my support. Don't appear directly. Once you discover anything abnormal, leave immediately."
"… Alright." Saint Tenebrous Kesma slowly walked out of the shadows.
He looked very young, and his facial features were outstanding, but his face seemed to be shrouded in a faint dark veil.
After approaching Boutis, Kesma heard illusory chewing sounds that came from an unknown source. The sounds of gnawing and digestion made him feel an undisguised malice and hunger.
This made him, a demigod, involuntarily shiver.
Saint Tenebrous's eyes froze for a second as he cast his gaze at Boutis's face with a hint of shock and astonishment.
Boutis curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a slightly cruel smile.
A few seconds later, one of them used "Teleport," while the other merged into the shadows and left the house.
…
At the intersection of Baekeland's East Borough and Bridge District, in a dilapidated apartment building, there were a few connected rooms on the first floor of what was originally a cheap hotel.
When Boutis walked out of the spirit world, there were still two to three hours before the Beyonder gathering began. No one had arrived yet.
He looked around and took in all the chairs and long tables that were placed messily.
After observing the environment, Boutis walked to a corner and pulled at it with his right hand as though he was pulling at a curtain.
The area was enveloped by shadows as it distorted before disappearing.
As there were no items in it to begin with, there was no objective measurement. Therefore, no one would discover that there was a space missing. They would only feel that the distance between them and the wall seemed to be a little closer, but upon careful inspection, everything was normal.
This was a Secrets Sorcerer's Spatial Concealment!
They could use this ability to split a place into two and hide a portion of it. One had to pass through a specific "door" to enter.
At that moment, in the area that had been hidden, the room was normal. There were floor tiles, a ceiling, and a cockroach that was crawling across in a panic.
The cockroach rushed all the way to the dividing line, but it was blocked by the endless darkness.
After Saint of Secrets Boutis surveyed the area, his gaze stopped at a transparent vortex in midair.
This was a "door."
All hidden spaces had to have a "door."
Boutis thought for a moment, reached into his black robe's hidden pocket, took out a mirror, and embedded it into the position of the "door."
The mirror distorted for a moment and quickly reflected the scene of the outside world.
The chairs and long tables were messily placed, and there was no one there.
Just like that, Boutis used the mirror to monitor the Beyonder gathering.
Time ticked by as Beyonders dressed in all sorts of disguises arrived one after another.
One of the hooded figures habitually chose a corner by the window and took out a palm-sized notebook with a bronze-green cover. She casually flipped through a few pages, as though she was reviewing the main points of the questions or checking if she was sufficiently prepared.
Behind her, there was an ordinary mirror embedded in the wall.
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