World Occult User Guide

"What exactly can I help you with?"

Lin An picked up the coconut latte and took a sip. The rich sweetness of Ivory Coast combined with the bitterness of coffee beans made Koum's mother look extremely disgusted when she saw this.

"Despite hating the swaggering, cunning and vicious cobra, we have never united against him - not even once. Is it out of weakness? No! It's out of fear."

"Afraid that the president of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce will unite with the [Black City] to kill you all?"

"What black city? What we fear is the 'tyrant'!"

Mother Koum said with an exaggerated expression as she opened her arms wide enough to hug three normal men.

"Cobra's rules are indeed disgusting, but as long as he is around, the tyrant will not dare to invade Lacon O! Although Cobra has plundered a large amount of Lacon O's wealth one after another, and his scope of activities is mainly in the Western Continent, we would rather Occupied by him!"

The scattered gods actually don’t know the existence of [Black City].

Lin An secretly raised his eyebrows, his expectations for [Sanshen] lowered a lot.

Only forces with weak overall strength and relatively low levels have never heard of [Black City], such as the St. Annilov Foundation. At least the so-called Sanshen is not an organization of mystics with complete inheritance, ancient knowledge and important relics.

And, who is the "tyrant"?

Lin An remembered that when he eavesdropped on the meeting of the Seven Sins Demon Lords, he did hear the accents of two or three Nanzhou people. In addition to Tshisekedi, there were also Nanzhou aristocratic families in this high-end club in the black capital.

Only the mysterious person who joined Adelia Hughes's camp dared to be so unbridled in South Continent.

Having said that, apart from Lakoon'o, the minions of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce are deeply rooted in the Bantu. In a sense, his influence and dominance are greater than Tshisekedi.

If Jacob decides to return to the Kingdom of Flanders and never ventures into the murky waters of Southern Continent, wouldn’t it mean that Bantu has also lost its “asylum”?

Putting down his racing thoughts, Lin An continued to ask.

"What would happen to that tyrant if Jacob completely gave up his inheritance in Southland?"

"Occupy Lacon O and Bantu and rule over everyone!" Mother Qomu took a deep breath. "He wants land! He wants subjects! He wants worship and praise!"

"So, are you here to challenge me?" Lin An stirred the latte, the ice cubes and the side of the cup jingled, as light as wind chimes, "I thought you guys wanted to drive away the red wine. Poppy Chamber of Commerce.”

"No, no, no, ranger! No one wants to see a skinny man wandering in their front yard every day who eats avocado, lettuce, and kale!" Mother Koum waved her hands repeatedly, "It's just that we need it between the departure of the Chamber of Commerce and the arrival of the tyrant. some time."

"oh?"

"That cobra has something watching our every move."

When talking about Jacob, the noisy mother Koum's tone was extremely cautious, as if she was afraid of being overheard by him.

"As long as he is in Laconao, we will never be able to do things according to our own ideas. The key is that we don't know when he will come to Nanzhou and when he will not come, so we dare not move freely."

The terror of the source-level "prophet" is evident.

Mother Koum's words made Lin An even more certain that [Sanshen] was a small mystic organization similar to the Foundation. They could not even counter-detect Jacob's mysterious prototype.

"Now we are sure that he is gone completely, completely, and perhaps forever! We can finally get back to normal thinking! No need to stay in the original 'chair' that everyone has long known, but in the ocean Wandering!"

"What do you mean by 'it takes time'?"

"Lacon O is like a conch on the map, lying in front of Bantu. Once the tyrant goes south, he will definitely conquer our side first, and then go to yours! This is his logic, and it is also why he can never win. Confidence in defeat!”

Lin An understood a little bit, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Do you want the World Tree to 'block the sword' and give you time to evacuate Lakon'ao's mainland?"

"I understand that a deal is a deal if both parties offer similar prices, otherwise it's just shameless."

Mother Koum kicked the leg of the chair, the shrine below shook, and a light-colored seabird flew out.

"If you can't make a decision now, we will wait for you here in three days! And, this time I will prepare snacks. Coconut and kola nuts must not be combined so hastily!"

"These are coffee beans."

Lin An took the thing from the seabird's mouth. It was an engraved shell with a line of words written on the tortoiseshell pattern.

"Go straight in the direction of the 48° angle."

Fixed?

He tentatively turned his body sideways, and the words on the shell suddenly changed.

"Go straight in the direction of the 150° angle."

After air conditioning, the "Comes" navigator that replaced satellite GPS positioning also appeared.

If we successfully cooperate with Sanshen in the future, I wonder if they will be interested in mass-producing several mysterious items.

After handing the shell to Lin An, Mother Koum laughed "ha ha ha", and the four sturdy waiters tiredly lifted her elephant leather chair and walked neatly out of the window.

At a certain stage, Koum's mother put away her fan with a "swipe", interrupting the appearance ceremony, and the huge figure disappeared from Lin An's naked eyes.

Although Lin An could use [God's One Eye] to capture the direction in which she left, it didn't mean much.

Picking up the white shell between his fingers, Lin An narrowed his eyes as he looked at the unpredictable coordinates on it.

What remains of the Ashanti Empire that was destroyed in the 17th century?

"Mr. Guard, ranger."

The sound reached his ears along the middle finger of Fatima's hand. Lin An turned his one eye in the rose cloud and looked downstairs. It was Gielgud who had turned to the last page of the Germinator Agreement.

"I am here."

The green data formed a coherent text and responded to Gielgud, whose face turned pale.

"Our family is willing to join World Tree's investor program, but there is one more... request. I want to know whether my sister is dead or alive. If she is alive, everything will be fine; if she is dead, I want you to tell me who it is. Kill her."

…………

"There was a major accident at the press conference in Ivory Coast. The president of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce, the main sponsor of the conference, was accused of being the murderer of the former President Lacon O? Why did so many newspaper reporters never return? "Peach Conference" reports for you..."

The young man with baby fat on his face poked his head out from behind the computer screen, looked at the floating hexahedron cube, and sighed.

"I have processed the IP content outside Xizhou. It is impossible to find the detailed report of that press conference here, but I can't run to Laconao and shout, 'For the sake of the God of the Sky, lose your memory!' '.

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Metaronte." The bust of the bearded man flashed and his tone was respectful.

"I'm just trying my best to fight for some benefits for my brotherhood." The young man said, "This won't have a big impact on your reputation in Western Continent, but until you miraculously redeem yourself and make meritorious service, don't even think about participating in the [Theia Auction] Yes."

"Mr. Metalonte, I'm a little worried about Lacon O's situation."

"Why care! You don't work there anymore - at least you won't be able to go there for twenty years! You killed the president who had an approval rating of 80%, and you also tried to frame the blame and start a civil war! It's so bad! Everyone hates you! "

"Hahaha... I just want to know how World Tree handles the situation."

"Let me check."

The young man took a sip of the Coke with only ice cubes left in his hand, making a harsh sound, and silently typed with his fingers on the touch screen keyboard.

"Publicly available information shows that shortly after your 'death', candidates from Lacon O and Bantu were captured at the border. One was escorted back to Bantu, and the other had his head blown off by a warlord on the way to Ivory Coast - most likely not Warlord, but no one wants to know the truth."

"Without interference, the election of Lakoon'o went smoothly. The new president was announced and officially took office a few days later. He publicly supported the Bantu candidate, Misuru Kuku... what a spotted lion, and also announced a new president called [World tree system ecology."

"And so the civil war in Lacon O stopped, peace came, everyone was happy with the status quo, and all your efforts were in vain, Alfonso III."

The middle-aged man covered his lower lip with his fingers, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Why did you kill the president?" The young man bit the deformed plastic straw. "Don't get your hands dirty - that's your motto."

"Assassination is a quick way to unsettle Lakoon. I tried it twice in Bantu countries - it worked."

"No, no, no, with your ability, there are a hundred better ways." The young man opened the lid of the cup and poured the ice cubes into his mouth. "Don't you slap your forehead and decide, 'Go assassinate the president today?' !”

"Do you think I deliberately let myself get to this point?"

"It doesn't make sense." The young man chewed an ice cube. "No matter how dark and vicious my thoughts are on you, I ultimately conclude that your decision can only destroy you and the future of the Red Poppy Chamber of Commerce."

"A wise man will make mistakes every time he thinks."

"..."

The two were silent for a moment, and then the "Beep, Beep, Beep" sound sounded.

"It's [Mop Head]." The young man said, "Alfonso III, for your physical and mental health, I am going to kick you out of the cube."

"I think I can handle it."

"I can't bear it! Do you think I'm the high school nurse? From what I know about you, although you won't say it explicitly, you will definitely sneer at him and finally ask me to end it!"

"'Cynical'."

The president of Red Poppy Merchant removed the finger covering his lips and repeated it strangely. The young man was stunned, and the corners of the other party's mouth curved with unknown meaning.

Before he could think about it, the Chamber of Commerce President exited the communication and was replaced by an avatar with long hair covering his face and covered with flies.

"Mr. Metalonte." The visitor said solemnly, "Can I annex his territory?"

He didn't refer to him in particular, but the young man knew who he was referring to.

"I wanted to decline your offer, but I have a feeling you're on your way."

"Ah, the top of Kusi Mountain." The visitor tapped the dry sand with his walking stick, "The ancient red river is gurgling."