Primordial Sequence

After leaving the hospital, Camus looked up at the sky, "Well, it looks like it will rain today, which is really not good news."

"Sir, do you need a ride? I just need to go home."

Camus looked sideways and saw a bunny man with a weathered face looking at him with a smile. Behind him was a dilapidated carriage. It looked like it had been around for a while. Some of the paint on the carriage had peeled off, revealing rust. There was a blackened oil lamp hanging in front of the speckled carriage, and the elderly horse was standing quietly.

Camus also smiled and said, "If you're on the way, can you take me to Drave Industrial Bank?"

The coachman's eyes lit up. This man was dressed like a nobleman. He had to rush back early today. His daughter had been waiting for him, so he had to go home immediately.

"Of course sir, I live on the lower streets and I pass by Silver Oak Avenue."

Camus nodded and got on the carriage. There was a faint scent of jasmine flowers in the carriage. Camus turned around and saw a small cloth bag hanging by the window. The scent of flowers came from inside.

"Sir, is this the sachet you put? It looks like my journey will be very pleasant."

The coachman smiled, patted the horse's back, and the horse started to walk on his own, "Sir, my daughter did this. Today is her big day. I have to go back early. If you don't take the carriage, I have to leave."

Camus nodded, opened the curtain and stood next to him, "Congratulations, sir. It's an honor for your daughter to have a father like you. My family is too far away from me."

"Oh, sir, it's a little cold outside. You'd better go in. You're a gentleman and you shouldn't let the cold wind blow."

Camus threw his hat into the carriage with his backhand, feeling the cold air.

"It's nice outside. Do you live on a lower-class street?"

The old rabbit man smiled humbly, "Sir, you'd better go in, people like us will lower your status."

"Aren't the lower streets destroyed? Are there still people living there?"

The old rabbit man smiled bitterly, "We built a few shelters at odd hours. I heard that the mayor is thinking of ways to help rebuild the lower streets."

"Oh, this is really good news." Kamiao looked at the sky with calm eyes and said calmly.

Dozens of minutes later, Camus put on his hat and got out of the car, throwing 5 copper coins to the old rabbit man, "Sir, you have the aura of a wraith on you, could you please pay more attention?"

Everyone in Old Rabbit was stunned, what is the resentful spirit? But five copper coins is already a lot. This is really a kind noble man.

"Thank you, sir, you are a kind and noble man."

Camus laughed to himself, "Kind? Maybe? Good luck to you."

Kamiao watched him go away and turned to look at the towering bank.

I saw that the bank was made of pure marble, 13 stories high, with a bronze statue at the door and several large golden characters written on the top of the building. "Draf Industrial Bank."

Looking at the high-ranking people walking around, Kamiao pulled up her hat, walked into the building and went straight to the information desk.

"I'm looking for Ti Launa. My name is Relimon Camio. She should have told you that I will come to find her."

When the girl at the front desk heard this, she looked at it carefully and smiled.

"Miss Laura, she did say that a moon elf would come to him. Mr. Camus, please come with me."

Camus nodded and followed him. Unexpectedly, she actually took Camus to the back of the bank. Here were sculptures of monsters. Looking at their ferocious teeth and claws, Camus frowned.

The lady at the front desk looked at the group of sculptures and bowed politely, "Mr. 8, this is Ms. Laura's guest, please excuse me."

"Wow!"

As the sculpture trembled, the stone skin of the sculpture faded away, and a gray monster appeared in Camus' eyes.

Kamuo's eyes flashed, and he thought of the "gargoyles" in "Magical Zoology", which resemble bats, artificial life, petrified skin, and natural immunity to toxins and low-level magic.

Kamuo opened the Eyes of Truth with some curiosity. "Huh?" In the eyes of reality, the gargoyle is just a stone, with no magic power, no life, and only a weak soul wave.

The gargoyle twisted its neck, spread its wings and flapped its wings, bringing up a strong gust of wind that blew their hair back.

"Sir, please climb on my back. The seventh floor and above are high-rise residences and are not open to the public."

Camus nodded and climbed up. As soon as the gargoyle saw it, he jumped up and flew into the sky with Camus.

Camus' cheek was sore from the strong air current. In less than ten seconds, the gargoyle flew to the 13th floor and stopped on the steps of the wall. Camus jumped down and walked into the house.

After the gargoyle saw Kamui coming down, his body gradually turned to stone, and a living statue appeared on the high platform.

"Oh, what an incredible life. The wonderful world is always so surprising."

"Hey, everyone knows that gargoyles were created by Freemasonry as early as the Second Age. Are you the makeup artist Miss Laura mentioned? Are you a country bumpkin?"

Camus looked sideways and saw a blond man with an exquisite face looking at him. He was wearing a black suit, with a pocket watch hanging on his chest and several rings on his fingers. He exuded a sense of nobility. temperament.

Kamiu narrowed his eyes and felt the breath of hell on him, "Oh...is a rat from hell worthy of talking to me? A serial nine lawyer trash?"

The noble man smiled and was not annoyed, "You impetuous makeup artist, please meet me. My name is Gandalf, and I am the chief lawyer of Drav Industrial Bank. I would like to state emphatically that I have nothing to do with those despicable demons. In my eyes, They are just a bunch of filthy trash and have no idea about the power of Sequence Nine. I hope we can be colleagues in the future. If not, we will be enemies. "

Kamiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Boring guy, I don't think a chief lawyer would be so rude. You are indeed different from those demons. At least they have brains and you don't."

Gandalf waved his hand, "Welcome to Drave Industrial Bank. Miss Laura is waiting for you. Would you like coffee or tea?"

Kamuo's eyes narrowed. He was still so calm after being ridiculed like this. He was indeed scarier than those hellish garbage. He was a Sequence Nine with a brain.

"Oh, if you don't mind, you can make a drink. You are indeed different from the garbage from hell."

Gandalf sniffed intoxicatedly, "I feel your desire and uneasiness. Your desire for power is extremely strong. The most beautiful thing in the world is the human heart. Controlling people's desires is the path that Sequence Nine should take. What do you think?" "

Kamiao pinched his fingers and said, "Maybe, Mr. Lawyer, I'm leaving first."

Watching Camus leave, Gandalf trembled with excitement. He strangled his neck tightly and let go when he was about to suffocate.

"Wonderful smell, pure soul. He is different from the 'Faceless Man' who is about to die. His body is not stained with those thick garbage. This is the person we need."