On the ferry.
Fang Xian stood on the deck and waved at the Port of Marnke.
Although he had the Secret Key of the Gate, the investigator didn't know.
In order to keep it a secret and to hide himself, he had to take public transportation all the way back, using the ticket stubs at each stop to create a fake route.
He returned to his cabin, hung up the 'Do Not Disturb' sign, activated the 'Secret Key', and arrived outside a school.
Through the fence, Smith could be seen sitting alone at the edge of the field, indifferently watching the people playing football.
Solitary, stubborn …
This was the main impression he left on his classmates recently.
At school, such a personality was easy to be isolated, as well as cold-blooded group violence.
But Smith didn't care at all.
As for the bullying on the surface?
After he beat up a few famous hooligans in the school, no one dared to do that anymore. Some even wanted him to be their boss.
Of course, Smith wasn't interested at all.
"So … boring!"
He looked at the sweaty athletes on the field, as well as the enthusiastic cheerleaders on both sides, and yawned.
"The end of the world is coming in a few years … there is still the great truth in the universe … these ordinary people can only be like flies, ignorant and ignorant, enjoying life to their heart's content, when the disaster comes, they don't even know why they died …"
Smith muttered in his heart.
After practicing spells, he inevitably leaned towards the dark side.
But this kind of symptom was still not bad.
At this moment, Smith's mind seemed to have touched a terrifying vortex.
He stood up, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. The world around him slowly began to spin, the faces, scenery, and laughter were all horribly distorted.
"Who is it?"
Smith's heart was in his throat, ready to cast spells at any moment.
Following the terrifying vortex in his mind, he came to the edge of the fence and saw a figure.
The figure was clearly standing there, but it was hard to grasp. He seemed to be wearing a pure white shirt, but also seemed to be wearing a pitch-black cloak. Under the cloak, there were countless snakes and rats squirming.
As for the face, it was even more blurred, or rather, he couldn't remember it even if he saw it.
"Young believer, our common faith led me to find you"
Smith heard a voice.
He quickly glanced around, found no one was paying attention, and couldn't help but ask: "You are also … a believer of the Lost God?"
Fang Xian didn't say anything. He just recited the beginning of the immortal poem.
This feeling of spiritual intimidation was enough to set him apart from other believers.
"Why … didn't I see you on the island?"
Smith asked the question in his heart.
Soon after, he heard the person opposite him sneer, "You're too weak … When you're fighting, there are even more believers on other battlefields … The battle between gods is beyond your imagination …"
Smith was stunned.
He thought of the huge black bird and the Black Taisui that had appeared at the end.
From the looks of it now, perhaps it was a spell cast by a truly powerful believer?
"Then … why have you come to find me?"
Smith asked.
"My Lord said that you are all ignorant lambs who need the guidance of a shepherd …" Fang Xian replied in a very convincing manner.
"Did my Lord hear my prayers and send you here?" Smith was excited, and even had tears in his eyes. "My faith, my prayers … have finally been answered."
"You new believers don't have any experience in secret associations, so it's easy for investigators to find clues. Thus, you can't gather or frequently use public facilities to communicate …" Fang Xian said, "I will teach you how to summon messengers … They are invisible hounds with the ability to travel through space, and we can also use them. All we need is a little incantation and technique …"
"Thank you, sir!" Smith hurriedly said.
Soon after, he heard the stranger opposite him recite an incantation.
There seemed to be an additional creature in the surrounding space, which might be the 'messenger'.
The next moment, Smith felt a pain in his finger, as if a bit of his blood had been drawn.
"The blood is a beacon and a mark. It will be your messenger."
Fang Xian's figure kept retreating into the shadows. "As for other knowledge, we can communicate through the messenger …"
Warm sunlight sprinkled down.
Everything around him returned to normal.
If not for the pain in his finger and the invisible hound that only he could see, Smith would have thought that he was hallucinating.
…
Inside the cabin.
Fang Xian's figure reappeared.
Not only did he visit Smith, but he also visited Vivian, Mickey … and a few believers that he thought had more potential, and left their contact information and messengers.
In the future, he could teach them some supernatural knowledge through messengers and other methods, and even teleport items and so on.
"Speaking of which … shouldn't they be called messengers? Is it more appropriate to call them couriers?"
Fang Xian touched his chin, sat on a chair, and began to write:
"… While pursuing supernatural powers, one thing to be wary of is to maintain humility. Compared to the universe, humans are as small as dust …"
"Reason and thinking are quite important. I will share a symbol here, called the 'Spirit Stamp'. It can effectively maintain our reason and protect our spirit in the face of the clan tribe's corruption …"
"We have the honor of listening to the teachings of the great beings … Remember the dogma: Do not learn from other churches, do bloody sacrificial rituals, do not call the names of other great beings, and do not use the power of incantations at will …"
"Finally, I hope that you can share this knowledge with each other …"
After writing a thick stack of letters, Fang Xian stuffed them into the envelope and sealed it.
After doing all this, he began to chant an incantation.
From the void, a Wind Hound suddenly jumped out.
Unlike its companions, these hounds, who were 'couriers', had been controlled by Fang Xian using Hopkin's incantation.
Unless their master woke up, even the people of the Wind Chaser Church could not summon them.
"The great being above the Wild Hunter Throne will not pay attention to such a small matter. Besides … it is not the time for the stars to return, maybe he is still asleep … As for those churches, why should I be afraid of them?"
Fang Xian stuffed the letter into the hound's mouth with a clear conscience.
If there were outsiders, they would see the thick letter disappear in the air, as if it had been swallowed by an invisible monster.
"Send it to Smith."
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