"So … one last question. What is your name and the name of your church?"
Fang Xian's heart trembled.
In this world, there were too many hidden beings, special ancient gods, and dormant primordial rulers.
Even the headquarters of the Secret Keepers didn't have a complete pedigree.
But now, he seemed to have discovered a very powerful church.
This silver-masked man was definitely a powerful being. If he opposed the Secret Keepers, they might not be able to handle him.
"The Church of Creators. You can call me 'Silver Wing'!"
Mr. Silver Wing put a hand on his chest and disappeared into the void.
This time, Fang Xian didn't stop him.
He looked around and suddenly heaved a sigh. He activated the secret key and returned to the mansion.
Lov was still there, and Mr. Walter was lying next to him.
Everyone else had fainted, and no one knew how long they would be in hibernation.
"What … happened in the end?"
Lov had completely concealed his ghoul symptoms. When he saw Fang Xian return, he asked in a dry voice.
"Nothing, a heretic saved it …" Fang Xian shrugged and suddenly smiled. "That's not what you want to ask, right?"
"Why did you attack the branch? Have you … fallen? "Sure enough, Lov stared at Fang Xian with a complicated expression.
"To get rid of that annoying old man. It's that simple." Fang Xian spread open his hands. "As for the Secret Keepers, I don't have any enmity against them."
Lov heaved a long sigh and was a little incredulous. "A few months ago, you were still an ordinary person … Your talent is too astonishing. What … are you going to do next? "
"I should be the one asking you that …" Fang Xian said with an amused expression, "If you choose to turn yourself in to the Secret Keepers, I'm going to run away as soon as possible … Also, after you die, I'm going to lay flowers on your grave."
"I …"
Lov looked at his palm.
Even though it was covered by human skin, he could clearly sense the "non-human" hidden underneath.
An investigator whose lifelong ambition was to protect and protect secrets had ultimately fallen into depravity. It had to be said that this was a form of irony.
Lov took a deep breath and made up his mind. "I … I want to go out and take a walk. Maybe I cared too much about some things in the past and lived for others. This time, I want to live for myself."
"Very good."
Fang Xian nodded. He had originally wanted to pull Lofu into his church, but now he decided not to.
He stepped aside and picked up the unfortunate Walter, deciding that he had better hypnotize him into forgetting the events of the last hour.
"What about you? Are you going to stay with the Secret Keeper forever? "
Lov asked as he watched Fang Xian hypnotize Walter.
"Me? It's probably time to break away from the Secret Keeper and start to pursue his real goal … "
Fang Xian replied.
His goal had never changed. It was to retrieve his Robbery power and take another step on the path to immortality!
The wealth of knowledge he obtained from the Secret Keeper's headquarters had given him some ideas.
…
"Congratulations on leaving the hospital, Vivian!"
Vivian was dressed like a lady, and she had to maintain a polite and fake smile as she dealt with all the guests.
Thankfully, the bandage on her arm was finally removed, and she was discharged from the hospital.
Because of this, her parents even specially held a banquet to celebrate.
Vivian's family was quite wealthy. Her father was a history professor at Semir University and was famous for his archeology. Her mother was the only daughter of a millionaire.
The combination of knowledge and wealth bore the sweet fruit of love.
At least, Vivian felt that her parents were doing well.
Under her father's influence, Vivian had been very interested in some strange historical records since she was a child.
However, for some reason, her father had always strongly opposed her coming into contact with such information. He even forbade her from entering his study to study the rare historical materials.
But that was not a problem.
Vivian had enough pocket money to search for all the information she wanted.
Her brother, Joan, had played an important role in these operations.
Although most of the items he brought back were fake and he almost cheated his sister out of her pocket money, one of them was real, and it was worth it.
After dealing with everyone, Vivian found an excuse to return to her room and locked the door.
Closing the curtains, Vivian impatiently tapped her fingers on the table, making a very strange rhythm.
This was the agreed signal. The gentleman she met while she was recuperating in the hospital taught her a method to summon her messenger.
Vivian felt her inspiration was triggered. She looked at the corner of the room.
There, a whirlpool was forming, and a Wind Hound ran out, opened its mouth, and spat out a thick letter.
She took the letter, praised the messenger, and sat up straight. She began to study the information on the letter with the attitude of a student taking an entrance examination.
"Dear Miss Vivian, the mentor contacted me again. He taught me a method to maintain my sanity, called 'Spirit Stamp'. I think it is very effective, and I will share it with you below …"
This was a letter from Smith.
'That's great … I was worried that my mind would inevitably fall into darkness after casting the spell … My mentor's knowledge is rich and profound. Are all the apostles of the Lord this powerful?'
Vivian's eyes were almost filled with stars.
'Mentor' was the codename they had given to the gentleman together.
He had connected the believers who were originally like isolated islands and taught them the knowledge to summon messengers and maintain their rationality. He was as noble as a saint.
Knock knock!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Shocked, Vivian hurriedly hid the letter and messed up her clothes before opening the door. She said with dissatisfaction, "It is not gentlemanly to disturb a lady while she is changing."
She had already guessed who it was.
As expected, a red-haired young man stood at the door with an awkward expression. "Vivian … Congratulations on your recovery. Um … Actually, I have a piece of news to share with you."
He was Joan, Vivian's brother, a mischievous troublemaker.
"What is it? Don't brag to me about how many girlfriends you have … "Vivian rolled her eyes." Otherwise, I will tell them one by one about how you burned off all your hair when you were young and how you got spanked by your dad … "
"It's not that …"
Joan waved his hands. "I want to say …"
He moved closer and lowered his voice. "The kind that you are most interested in … Father recently auctioned a diary of the sea people. He is locked in his study, studying it without eating or sleeping …"
"Sea people, fishermen? They have such a thing as a diary? "Vivian expressed her surprise.
"Our father still has a good eye for identification. He must be a big shot among the sea people … It's very valuable for the study of ancient fishermen's history." Joan blinked. "I hope you like my gift!"
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