Extraordinary pedigree

Lei Si humbly led Xia Xiu to a two-story house. He smiled awkwardly at Xia Xiu and said:

"Master Stephen is here. He is usually here during the day. I..."

Xia Xiu glanced at him, and he naturally knew what Lei Si was embarrassed about. The other party knew that he was a thaumaturge, and knew that only the leaders who were also thaumaturges could fight Xia Xiu, so Lei Si would lead the way for Xia Xiu without hesitation.

If an ordinary person had beaten him, he would have called his brothers to fight with him.

Lei Si believed that his fellow thaumaturge leader would definitely be able to defeat this young boy, but in the final analysis, this kind of behavior of being the leader was still very embarrassing.

"Thank you."

After Xia Xiu said something to Lei Si, he walked straight to the door. He turned the doorknob. The door was unlocked, so he opened the door and walked in.

Xia Xiu's too direct behavior made Lei Si standing outside the door stunned, and then he went in. It’s not like he’s staying now or not leaving, his whole person is a little bit smooth.

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The house looked extremely dark, and the curtains beside the windows were all drawn. The light-blocking effect of these curtains was very good, and the light outside was filtered by the curtains and seemed particularly weak.

Xia Xiu looked at a painting hanging in the center of the room through the dim light. It was a life-size standing painting of a figure.

The painting shows a man wearing a white wig and formal clothes. The man put his right hand into the button seam of his coat, and held a ceremonial sword in his left hand. He had a pair of sharp eyes, and he was staring ahead with those sharp eyes.

Xia Xiu came to the painting, took off his hat politely, nodded slightly to the other party and said:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Stephen."

Silence fell.

The whole room was still quiet, and Xia Xiu stood quietly in front of the portrait, his eyes slightly narrowed.

One minute.

Two minutes.

Five minutes later, Stephen in the portrait spoke.

"Boy, what do you want from me?"

Stephen in the portrait took his hand out of the seam of his clothes, and then stretched out his hand from the edge of the painting. He pulled out a chair out of thin air. He sat on the chair, raised his head and faced the blond man with golden eyes in front of him. The young man asked.

"Three Portlands are about to land in Fog City."

"oh."

"Luyuan has started a new round of recruitment."

"Um."

"I want you to recommend me to Deer Park."

"Oh haha."

Stephen raised his eyebrows, and then said in a frivolous tone:

"How can I, a gang member, be qualified to recommend students to Luyuan? I see that your bones are very good, and those owls should have bumped up to you with envelopes in their mouths and invited you to join Luyuan."

"The spirit consciousness will not send instructions to people with pedigrees." Xia Xiu looked at Stephen's playful eyes and continued:

"The city government of Three Portlands is organized on a mayor-council model. The Three Portlands City Council uniformly exercises legislative and law enforcement functions and is supervised by the mayor. The city council is a unicameral institution whose members are elected by the city and adopt a single Transferable voting mechanisms can be used to achieve proportional representation.”

As Xia Xiu's sentences progressed, Stephen's eyes gradually turned gloomy from the playful look at the beginning.

"Furthermore, Three Portlands is one of the few cities that allows ghost voting—"

Qiang——

The sharp blade was unsheathed, and Stephen walked out of the painting at some point. The thin sword in his hand was pressed against Xia Xiu's Adam's apple. As long as he moved his hand forward, blood would spurt out.

"Mr. Stephen, be careful."

Xia Xiu raised his hands and smiled lightly at Stephen. Stephen looked at Xia Xiu coldly and said to him:

"You know that I am a ghost and that I am from Three Portlands. You seem to know more things."

The reason why Xia Xiu knew about Stephen was because he was the transferred NPC who was responsible for issuing tasks to switch to the Luyuan lineage in the foggy area in his previous life. Stephen was originally the ghost councilor of Luyuan, but later he learned that the sixth chairman of the Clock Tower Lin Creevey created a unique thaumaturgy of image manifestation, so he came from Deer Garden to Fog City to learn it.

Images are manifested through spells and potions.

Whether it's a photo or a painting, the Clock Tower's thaumaturge can animate it with magic. Even those taken by Colin Creevey with his ordinary camera were able to magically activate such photos - as long as he used the right potion on them.

The more you invest, the more realistic the portrait will be. Many families in the Clock Tower have begun to consciously create this kind of manifestation portrait, because this kind of portrait is convenient for spreading their inheritance.

With further research on this thaumaturgy, the thaumaturgy discovered that the portrait technology could also retain ghosts, and ghosts could shuttle through the portraits at will, and the ghosts in the portraits could more easily observe the etheric ocean.

It is simply in perfect compliance with the three laws of thaumaturgy.

Stephen left Deer Garden and came to Fog City because he was interested in portrait thaumaturgy. He should have been studying new technologies in the Clock Tower.

It's a pity that he himself is a ghost who can't stand loneliness, so he always wants to have some fun. So for fun, he joined the Blanc gang.

At this time, Stephen's thin sword slightly pierced the skin of Xia Xiu's throat, and tiny blood drops condensed on the tip of the sword. Stephen looked at Xia Xiu sharply, if Xia Xiu didn't give him a reason not to kill him next , or the reason is not sufficient, then the next scene is the bloodline spraying session.

"Mr. Stephen..."

Xia Xiu shrugged helplessly, then light appeared in his left hand, and the red book floated on his left hand.

Stephen looked at Xia Xiu's left hand, and then he seemed to feel something, and immediately took back the rapier, and then looked at Xia Xiu with an unusually disgusted look. The look in his eyes was as if Xia Xiu was a dirty thing - everyone who saw him had to stay away.

"It turns out that he is a cub of the Kingdom of Heaven. Unlucky. You better not die here. I don't want to be labeled as a heretic by Eden, the think tank of the Kingdom of Heaven, and then become the prey of the Gray Knight inexplicably."

"I'm still a newcomer, and I'm at the bottom of the "Book of Life" sequence in the think tank." Xia Xiu said with a shy smile.

Who the hell are you pretending to be innocent? None of the cubs in heaven are good, especially the guy with squinting eyes. Stephen glanced at this despicable squinty-eyed brat with disdain.

"Red Book of Heaven, shouldn't people like you go to the Knights of the Temple, the Tribunal or the Burial Institution? Why do you come to me so stupidly and beg me to go to Deer Garden?" Stephen then sneered at Xia Xiu.

Because I ride in two boats, I am afraid that if I find out, I will be torn into pieces. Xia Xiu muttered secretly in his heart, but on the surface he kept it secret and said:

"Of course I do this for a reason."

"Oh, then why should I recommend a person with evil intentions to my alma mater..."

"Thirty thousand central coins"

Stephen said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I the kind of person who sells out my alma mater for money?"

"Add ten thousand"

"Lu Yuan is my youth! All my knowledge was cultivated by her. How can you be so contemptuous of my relationship with my alma mater!"

"so--"

"You have to pay more!"