Start from Douluo and go down the river

Xiaosi happily chose clerk. Dunn Smith was hesitant to speak along the way. Maybe in his heart, those who have absorbed the magic potion and mastered extraordinary power should contribute their own strength or something. Xiaosi was too lazy to guess.

To be honest, Xiaosi suddenly calmed down because of the shock today. The abilities given by the apprentice's potion are not that useful. To put it bluntly, he is a thief of potions.

Dunn Smith coughed. "Although you became a clerk, because of the accident of Alzuhod's pen, you obtained the apprentice potion. I will arrange a teacher for you."

Do you still want to study?

Xiaosi scratched his head. "I suddenly remembered something. Why don't we announce the affairs of extraordinary people to ordinary people and choose to keep it secret?"

Dunn Smith opened the car window and looked at the noisy crowd outside. "Because for ordinary people to announce, many sequence names will inevitably be mentioned, and high-sequences have already entered the ranks of gods. They cannot be looked directly at, cannot be perceived, and cannot be described. Ordinary people may be angry at any time because of reading out the sequence names or blasphemy. Death, and as long as you announce your ignorance, even if you say it unintentionally, nothing will happen."

Dunn Smith's expression became very solemn. He looked at Xiaosi in front of him and said: "We Nighthawks have a loss rate of one-quarter every year. The turnover of personnel is very large. Potions are out of control. Promotions fail. Evil gods are causing trouble. The more you understand, the more you feel that there are too many unknown dangers. So the teacher I find for you will teach you a lot of knowledge that Nighthawks should learn, as well as various historical documents and texts."

After patting Xiaosi's shoulder, Dunn Smith said earnestly. "We are both protectors and wretches who are always facing danger and madness."

Xiao Si breathed out, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit depressing.

It was getting late and dusk was approaching. The carriage walked around in a circle under Dunn Smith's instructions, and told the clerk the address on the second floor of No. 36 Zotland Street where he would work from now on.

After getting off the carriage, Xiaosi felt that his head was full. Our funding is jointly provided by the church and the police department. The weekly salary is 2 pounds and 10 sulers. Taking into account the five insurances and one fund in this world, the total weekly salary is about 3 pounds, which is equivalent to a formal university lecturer.

When the Nighthawks go on a mission, they will choose one piece of loot, which is regarded as a reward mechanism.

Clerks or night watchers also have to sign a five-year contract, and after the expiration of the contract, they can be renewed or something like that.

I rubbed my face to make myself more energetic. I might return to the starting space in a month. What's the use of remembering so much.

Accompanied by the tranquility of the night and the cool evening breeze, I walked to the door, stretched out my hand and pushed it. There was no obstacle, and the door was unlocked.

"Are there any guests?"

A quick glance showed that there was no one in the room. Xiao Si's words seemed very abrupt in the quiet room. Breathing in the cold air, he stepped towards the kerosene lamp.

Snapped

Orange kerosene lights filled the room, sweeping away all the dark corners.

Before he could take a step forward, he saw a figure emerging from Su Ming's exclusive meditation position through the open bedroom door. He was casually wearing a gray shirt, with a black bun, and a delicate face. It was Tang San who looked like a thinker.

Illuminated by the light of the kerosene lamp, Tang San raised his head. "You're back, nothing's wrong."

Xiaosi said curiously: "What can happen to me? I am penniless and my pocket is cleaner than my face. But what are you doing? You didn't even notice when I came back."

"Just now Treya knocked on the door and jumped into my arms. Well, I said she was a little tired and sent her back. I was dazed because Treya next door was in a passionate relationship with me. I didn't want to let Xiao Wu down, so I How can you politely reject Thereya?"

Tang San thought of something and quickly added. "By the way, I just realized you weren't there. I looked around and found two things in the bathroom that Alsuhod's Pen just sent."

As he spoke, Tang San took out two tile-like objects from his pocket. They were gray and inconspicuous, and should be ancient objects.

Xiao Si also picked it up and observed it, but found nothing at all. "When it was delivered, there were no instructions for use."

Tang San shook his head, saying that he only found these, and his research on these two tiles could only go so far, and he kept them one by one.

He lowered his head and walked into the bedroom that now belonged to him, and couldn't help but start sorting out the known information.

First, Qin Feng is in a world where he doesn't know how to go back, or there is no need to go back. If you are bold, you can just pick Song Shuqing out after you go back. The world that Qin Feng is in should have been created by Xiao Si during the starting point space. He is a being who has ascended to a higher life level. Now his life level has fallen again. After all, the most conspicuous ability to increase his life level is infinite resurrection. He is obviously trapped in Qin Feng's world. The aftermath of the Immortal King's move in the city gate's black mirror was shocking. As for why he wanted to find a successor, why he wanted to destroy himself, he had to wait until he no longer lost his memory and could remember everything.

I have a hunch that the magic potion will help me remember it. Otherwise, I can't explain why I came back to this world. Even if it can't, there must be something to do with it.

Secondly, I should be stationed in the world of the Lord of Mysteries for a month, but now I am very poor, not even a penny or a suler. Speaking of which, the last time I used my potion power to steal items from Treya's house next door, I discovered that the potion didn't actually digest much. Maybe I didn't want to be a thief at all.

Third, I know too little about this world, who is the protagonist, what the plot is, and what direction the plot should take. The only thing I know now is the name Lord of Mystery, which sounds more dark, but as long as the protagonist appears nearby, There will be a prompt in the starting space, and this prompt will expand or shrink according to its own energy level. It is worth mentioning that in previous memories, Xiao Si’s exploration of the protagonist was all over the world.

I have thought too much. Now my life level has dropped, my memory has been lost, and the speed of acquiring information is too slow. A lot of the current knowledge about the world of the Lord of Mysteries still comes from Su Ming's small popular science a few days ago. Xiaosi has never forgotten the mission of several people coming to this world. Five thousand points of energy, approximately sequence five or four.

Before I left, I asked Dunn Smith about his promotion to Sequence, and was told that the Church of the Goddess of Dark Night did not have a complete secret medicine for the apprenticeship path, not even for my Sequence Nine. At this time, it depends on my speed of information collection. I am not the protagonist. He is not a cultivator, so he needs to find the materials corresponding to sequence eight of the apprentice potion as soon as possible.

Strength is respected, and the strong will always be strong. This is a universal truth in that world.

The yellow light of the kerosene lamp was steady and warm. The pen in Xiao Si's hand touched the table and wrote Song Shuqing, Su Le, and Sequence Eight on the paper.

After thinking about it, I hung up the words after a moment of silence, and re-wrote love, wealth, and status.

The corner of Xiaosi's mouth curled up. He went from amnesia and confusion to now starting to plan. Isn't this going to be better?