Mystery: emerging from the wilderness of knowledge

After the party convened by Mr. A, Forsi followed Xio and Viscount Grayling absentmindedly. She had never felt that a gathering of Extraordinaries was such a torment.

At that time, she even doubted whether she would reveal that she was one of the people Mr. A was looking for due to some minor omissions.

I shouldn't be exposed, certainly not. I have never made any relevant disclosures, except to Mr. Lawrence, who mentioned that I was protected by a great being when the full moon was raving. Mr. Lawrence is a member of the Abrahamic family, and he is affiliated with the Aurora Society. It doesn't matter, and he should be a trustworthy gentleman.

Why would the Aurora Society suddenly look for Mr. Fool’s followers and followers? Is this the pull and entanglement between the being whom the Aurora Society believes in and Mr. Fool?

Forsi returned to the house he and Xio rented in a state of composure, and waited until night before he had a chance to be alone and pray to Mr. Fool about what happened today.

When Klein above the gray fog heard Forsi's prayer, he was stunned for a moment. He even wanted to report Mr. A to the church and the illegal gathering he convened!

After thinking about it for a while, he sadly discovered that the Fool had no believers or favored ones at all, and at most, including himself, there was only one.

Thinking of this, Klein couldn't help but laugh at himself:

“It’s okay if I’m the only one who has gods and believers.”

After thinking about the problem of the Aurora Society, he felt that the problem probably lay with Little Sun. He confessed the Tarot Society to the chief of Silver City. Perhaps the shepherd elder Lovia knew about it and passed the information on to him. Passed on to the True Creator.

That's not right. Al's body is still parasitic with a mass of flesh and blood that contains the divinity and will of the true Creator. He should have discovered the existence of the Fool a long time ago, but there has been no sign of it. I almost ignored it. Was he blocked by Al? .Or maybe he has lost contact with the true Creator of his body.

In the end, she just gave Miss Magic a "don't care" response.

Don't worry, after Forsi was a little surprised, he felt that this answer was reasonable:

In the eyes of a great being, the Aurora Society is not an organization worth caring about.

After a moment of silence, Forsi once again whispered the Fool's honorable name and asked curiously:

"Dear Mr. Fool, who does the Aurora Society believe in?"

Immediately, she saw Mr. Fool sitting above the gray mist, and said in a leisurely manner:

"The True Creator."

The true creator, Forsi, opened her eyes suddenly. She understood the reason why Mr. A suddenly looked for Mr. Fool’s followers.

The young man from Silver City told their chief some information, and one of the elders of Silver City was a shepherd, a path under the control of the true Creator.

The next morning, in the Harvest Church in the south area of ​​​​Daqiao.

"You really came here to work early in the morning!"

Renekton sighed towards Emlyn, who had a numb expression and skillfully wiped the candlesticks and tabletop.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Emlyn glared angrily, and then murmured like a deflated rubber ball:

"I don't want to either, but whenever I think about the candlesticks in the church that haven't been wiped and the tabletops that haven't been tidied up, I feel very uncomfortable and want to run over right away."

Emlyn stepped forward to talk very familiarly, and took advantage of the situation to put the rag in his hand aside.

It can be seen that my heart doesn't want to do it at all, but my body is very honest.

Renekton raised his eyebrows and glanced at Emlyn, who was taking advantage of the opportunity to be lazy. He turned around and walked to the chair beside him to sit down and said:

"I have a commission, are you interested?"

"No!" Emlyn refused without thinking.

Emlyn's refusal without thinking was somewhat beyond Renekton's expectations, and then he asked in confusion:

"You, aren't you short of money?"

Emlyn looked slightly stunned, then sneered:

"Don't insult the noble vampires with money!"

"Really?" Renekton tilted his head and said casually:

"As far as I know, those exquisitely crafted dolls you like to collect are not cheap, and can even be called expensive, especially the ones that are as tall as a person."

"." Emlyn opened his mouth, and finally closed it silently.

After a while of silence, he coughed lightly and pretended not to care and said:

"Okay~ You're right, what do you want me to help you with?"

"There is an old gentleman. He has suffered some serious injuries in the past. He has been hit one after another recently. He is a little depressed. Coupled with the old injuries, he may die at any time."

"I hope you can help him get his body in order. At least, let him live a few more years."

"How old is he?" Emlyn asked doubtfully.

"Probably around eighty years old." Renekton replied uncertainly.

Emlyn was silent for a moment, and finally said in a calm tone:

"I suggest you buy him a cemetery."

Renekton stared at the other person calmly for a few seconds, and before Emlyn was about to explode, he said:

"As long as you can do it, I can help you find the extraordinary characteristics of the potion professor, which corresponds to your vampire baron!"

"Of course I know that!"

Emlyn raised his head slightly and said in a disdainful tone, then he reacted and stared at Renekton with stern eyes:

"Can you find the extraordinary characteristics corresponding to the vampire baron?"

"You don't want to attack the vampires, do you?"

Renekton glanced at the other party with disdain and said:

"No, even if I can't find it, I can still get a copy from the Earth Church."

"Yes, but even if I can't completely cure the old gentleman you're talking about, you still need to pay a certain amount of compensation."

"I can only treat his physical injuries. For mental problems such as the will to survive, you have to find a psychiatrist."

Emlyn added the terms very carefully.

"No problem!" Renekton agreed readily.

After reaching a deal, Emlyn's mood improved a little, and then he looked at Renekton hesitantly and expectantly and asked:

"Do you know how to remove psychological suggestion?"

"Find a psychiatrist, or a corresponding magical item."

Renekton looked directly at Father Utravsky and the candles burning in the church and said.

The corner of Emlyn's mouth twitched, and his expression collapsed:

"I tried and lost, but my father and mother were almost arrested. The Nightmare Candle was very evil."

"Do you know of any other magical items that have similar effects?"

"Psychological Alchemy Society, if you can find and believe them. However, in a big city like Backlund, why do you vampires have one or two earls?"

Renekton said knowingly.

Emlyn's expression was numb, and he tried his best to put on a smile that was uglier than crying:

"Psychological Alchemy Society? I've never heard of it. It's better to wait for the big shots of the Vampire Clan to figure out how to remove psychological suggestions."