Lord of the Mysteries: Traveler

As soon as Quevedo said this conclusion, the other three nodded or agreed softly, and all agreed, but after that, the four seemed to understand that this overtime party was destined to come to an end, so the four agreed. Everyone was a little silent, obviously because of the difficulty of today's joy and worries about whether there will be such a happy atmosphere in the future.

Of course, this matter was handed over to the lively Quevedo of us. After a while, Quevedo seemed to inadvertently said in the words that he had always been dyed with excitement: "The salon is over, the wine and pipes are all gone. After the smoking is over, the matter is over, then it is time for the four of us to part."

Carl also remembered his identity as the initiator of the salon and the party at this time, and took over the story: "Time flies by in our joyous time together, and we can't pray to the **** of joy. If there is one, keep your eyes forever. In us, the joy we have today is enough to last us a lifetime, so please allow my cruelty - the party is over."

The next one who spoke was Erich: "Time is a magician, it is forever cruel to allow those who wish it to stop to realize their wishes, but our ordinary and painful time is so long, ah, let Let us pass today, and good things will always exist in the future.”

Fren was stunned for a while, ah this, do you have to read a paragraph now after the party is over? Is this a literary or a people mentality? It is impossible for me to say that I am the same, but Zhang Fei said that I am the same. It was when his face was really red that he popped out. Then he scratched his smooth forehead with his hand and said, "Yes, it's really too difficult for us to part at the most beautiful moment."

Quevedo added: "Yes, I hope the red moon will always shine on us, um, no, it should be the brilliance of technology and the light of the sun always shining on us?" Fren heard that the red moon was getting bigger, and the red moon was still Blessing people, I am almost being blessed.

After Quevedo finished speaking, the four of them looked at each other and laughed, obviously because they were happy to have made such a pleasant friend, but Fren's smile was a little embarrassing. , he directly said "too difficult", and the lethality was comparable to "me too".

To be honest, this was the most decisive parting farewell to a friend Fren had ever seen. After saying the parting words, the four of them chatted a bit, and then walked to the door of the cafe, watching the other three and him. Not on the same road, so he stopped a carriage and left.

The friend's farewell was just a simple wave of two hands. There was no sadness of parting on his face, but full of anticipation for the next meeting. Of course, it was limited to Quevedo, and the remaining two still couldn't see anything on their faces. mood. This made Furun a little uncomfortable. After all, no matter who the party ended, the remaining few people would make a look of sending people thousands of miles away, regardless of whether they knew him or not, and he did.

Because everyone was too polite before, and even parting had to send someone far away to express their sadness for parting. This kind of uncomfortable politeness made Fren, who doesn't like those etiquettes, feel a little bit. Greedy, after all, I often forget etiquette. Over time, maybe other people will poke in the spine and say that they are impolite. Because of this, Furen has become a young man who likes to stay home. Except for the parties that he has to go to, Furen refuses all the parties with embarrassment.

"That's not bad." Furen reminisced about the party, as if he had drank old wine. In his memories, the taste and aroma of the party became richer and richer.

When Furen returned home, the industrious lady maid had already left. Furen did not pay too much attention to this aspect. Instead, after returning to the bedroom, he lit the candle and looked at it for a while. After the occult books, he fell asleep.

The next day, Fren woke up early and was fully awake around seven o'clock. Fren didn't go out the first time, but sat at the table, thinking about his plans for the next few days.

In any case, with a plan, everything will be solved very easily, at least not by surprise, or in other words, minimize the occurrence of this situation as much as possible.

Furen went to a study with a window, opened the curtains, and strands of sunlight shone on Furen's face, who had woken up so early for the first time. Furen made a soothing sound, and waited until he was fully accustomed to it. After some strong early morning sunlight, Fren leaned back on the spacious chair, completely pressing his body's gravity behind the chair, and fell into contemplation.

"Well, the Extraordinary Party, I have two Extraordinary gatherings, one was introduced by Quevedo, which may be relatively low-end. After all, there is only one Sequence 7 on the bright side, and the Extraordinary gathering of 'Flaming Axe' can be predicted to be The more high-end ones, um, I’m in a critical period of digestion now, I’ll stabilize my hands for now, don’t go to that party for now, and go there after I’ve been promoted to Sequence 8. Well, by the way, you can also invite Quevedo and the others.”

When Fren wanted to break his head, he felt that he only had one or two little things right now, but Fren subconsciously squeezed his fist and heard a crisp sound between his bones. Thinking: "By the way, to exercise, I have to exercise, I have to master some fighting skills. If the Extraordinary Party encounters some trouble, I can escape with these skills."

After thinking about it, Furen temporarily listed this matter as something that needs to be resolved as soon as possible. Even if he is definitely a Mage-type Beyonder in the future, he can't take hand-to-hand combat lightly: "Hmph, I've watched more than a dozen dramas. Years of experience, pure mage has no future, only the promotion plan of Master Gandalf is the bright future of my generation of spellcasters."

After being in a daze again for a while, Fren walked towards the National Library of Trier in the face of the mild sunlight in the morning: "This is definitely not saving money, this is exercise, I must become a follower of Master Gandalf. Speaking of which, why are horse-drawn carriages so expensive now? Could it be that the travel fee will be cheaper only after steam-powered means of transportation are popularized? Can the world be better?”

After leaving a deep psychological reflection, Furen took his free bus No. 11 to the National Library of Trier, where he could check the road conditions in Trier and have breakfast.

This time, Furen didn't put all his itinerary in a wealthy area, but took the shortest route and crossed a civilian area. It is very unbearable that although the ground in the civilian area is still relatively clean, you can still see some vomit and excrement, and there is an impressive smell of urine that persists for a long time.

Furen thought it was a slum area, but after rummaging through his memory, this area was a civilian area, and it was a civilian area in the middle and upper reaches. Recalling this, Furen couldn't help falling into silence.