'Sophie Toilet Paper: It is rare to see the fan of this mysterious master. Here I will give you a little advice, the development of the times and the changes of things. Don't be obsessed with the 22 ways of the original work. As the protagonist, you must have the protagonist's sub-score.

Zi, you must create a way that belongs to the protagonist himself and conforms to the protagonist's identity, so that you can be worthy of the protagonist's identity and believe that the protagonist has that talent.

For example, in my words, the way I created is the sequence of Gods...'

This is a serious nonsense... Xifa feels the muscles on his cheeks twitching gently.

‘Mourishing oil cake: If you choose the hunter path, Sequence 7 should be ready to select friends, otherwise *************’

For hunter path, you have to choose friends in Sequence 7? Why?

The gaze should have explained the reason later, but unfortunately the information was blocked.

After reading the message from the gazeman, Xifa picked up the quill pen on the "Mysterious Book" and crossed out the handwriting on the previous message board.

The message board was quickly cleared. After thinking for a while, Xifa wrote a paragraph of text.

'Knowledgeable gazemen, I hope to obtain history about the Abraham family, hope to know the information about the Tudor Empire, and I believe you can give accurate and positive responses. I sincerely thank everyone who helped

Watcher, thank you.'

After writing this passage, Xifa felt that his spirituality was rapidly decreasing, causing a tingling pain in his head. He quickly lifted the call and saw the time on the pocket watch turn again, the dust continued to float in the sun, and everything returned.

Normal track.

Xifa rubbed his eyebrows. He now knew why he felt mentally exhausted every time he summoned the "Mysterious Book".

Whether it is reading information in books or writing information on message boards, it will consume his spirituality.

Combined with the "knowledge authority" on the cover, maybe the authority will be increased in the future, and reading more secret information will consume more spirituality.

"Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world." He shook his head and said to himself, "It's a pity that my mother seemed to be unwilling to mention the history of that family, or even the Tuduo Empire, for some reason."

"Otherwise, I won't have to waste the number of times I use the message board."

He opened the wardrobe, changed into formal clothes, and walked out of the bedroom.

Today's occult course ended at 10 o'clock in the morning. Ainilu opened the wooden door with symbols on the door and said with a smile: "You have basically mastered the Hemisven. There are some books in this room. If you have time,

You can take it and see it, it will be helpful for you to study mysticism."

"You can take a break in the past two days. Next Monday, I will start teaching you how to learn ritual magic and teach you how to make amulets."

"Okay, you guys can move freely. I have to go find your dad. We won't come back for lunch."

It sounds like a date, Xifa smiled and said, "Have fun, mom."

As soon as her mother left, Helibel also hurriedly left, as if she was rushing to do something.

Did she have an appointment? Speaking of which, she is already sixteen years old, and it is normal for her to have a date at this age... Xifa lets go of her thoughts and selected a book "The Myth of Creation" in her mother's hut

, ready to go back to the room to read.

In the corridor, he suddenly heard the sound of rapid footsteps, smelled the faint fragrance of the girl, and then called him with a somewhat anxious voice.

"Mr. Xifa, please wait."

Xifa turned around and found out that he was his sister's personal maid. Although he was not old, he had big breasts.

......

At this time when it was still noon, Qingfeng Road was already very noisy. There were street vendors selling fried fish, oyster soup, and dissey pies everywhere. The sound of their hawking echoed on the road and in the alleys.

Attracting the attention of pedestrians.

A newspaper boy wearing a baseball cap pulled his hat very low and walked quickly through the road made of sand and stone, avoiding the dirty water directly from the door from time to time, passing through the vagabonds dressed in old clothes and patched

, turned into a dark and damp alley.

"No. 78...No. 78, here."

The newspaper boy found a small building and got into it. The air in the corridor was mixed with various smells, the smell of urine, sweat, mold and the smell of burning wood. They were stirred together, making the newspaper boy unable to help but cover it with his hands.

The nose is gone.

She found a closed door, looked around, and then pressed her hand against the wall beside the door.

The wall suddenly lit up a faint blue light, and the light formed a blurred door without materiality. The boy's body seemed to be about to penetrate the door.

Unprepared from cold.

Someone said in the shadow of the aisle: "Is this the extraordinary ability of an apprentice?"

The newspaper boy shuddered: "Who!"

Then he saw a figure quickly outlined and walked into the sunlight casting in the aisle from the window.

The short black hair was gently blown by the breeze blown by the window, and a faint smile flashed in the ink-green eyes. On the face with deep contours and clear lines, a faint scar under the left eye was like a tear mark.

Young people wearing formal clothes, walking sticks and top hats are incompatible with the gloomy environment here.

The newspaper boy relaxed: "Xifa? Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to find you. Alya is very worried about you, my dear sister." Xifa turned his cane and walked forward, looking at the illusory and blurry doorway, "But let's go in and talk about it, unless you

I want people to catch up."

"Lady first." Xifa stopped in front of the gate, raised his arm and smiled and signaled.

Helibel, disguised as a newspaper boy, lowered his head and crawled into the door. Xifa followed her, feeling like he was standing in a small room after passing by a water curtain.

The blurred door disappeared, Helibel took off his cap and let his brilliant blonde hair pour down like a waterfall. She looked at her brother with her waist: "Is it Alia who tells you, I'm here?"

Xifa observed the surroundings and said, "Isn't this very obvious? It turns out that Arya's mother is missing. No wonder she seemed to cry two days ago."

"But I really didn't expect that you would come to help her do the investigation. It seems that you care a lot about her."

Helibel snorted, "I'm just interested in this matter, and I heard that several people have been missing on Qingfeng Road recently."

“There are workers, vagabonds, and solitary people like Arya’s mother.”

Not honest at all, sister... Xifa's nose suddenly twitched and smelled some faint fragrance of flowers and plants.

The mistake is not his "hunter"'s sensitive sense of smell, otherwise it would be difficult for others to notice.

"The relaxing taste is a little sweet, well, this seems to be the taste of the moon flower."
Chapter completed!