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"He's anxious."

Edward returned to the bench and turned to look in the direction of the Governor's Mansion. He still held a newspaper in his hand, with a few messy lines on it, and even traces of himself playing gossip with himself.

"At the fastest time, the night time, the mutiny will happen."

He shook his head: "It is said that this month, the next day of the arrival will be completed, and there is no need for this city to come."

Provoking discord, playing with people's hearts, and inducing malice, although it sounds more like a "provoker" and a "inciting person" should do, it is actually the specialty of the demon.

He did this in the Northern Continent and in the Southern Continent. After doing it a few times, he was chased by the church for hundreds of years. Fortunately, in the eleven hundred years when the Xinhang Road was just opened, the Southern Continent was full of pagans, and the Church of the Orthodox God finally ignored Him.

"In fact, demons or hunters should have a sequence called 'Inciteers'." Edward thought with a mentality of adding bricks to professional courses, "Otherwise, some inferior and extraordinary people rely on potions to improve their intelligence, which is not good for potions and ways."

There is nothing in this city that can pass the time, and the newspaper in his hand was bought by He who went to another city.

Edward was bored and had to concentrate on waiting for the task to complete it himself.

This wait took a long time. As the afternoon approached, a sound of brisk footsteps sounded, as if a small wooden thing was colliding quickly on the ground.

Edward turned his head and looked at the back, and saw a small wooden man running from a distance, with a small backpack tied behind him.

It first hid behind the gas street lamp pole in the distance. After a person on the way passed by, it climbed into the shadow under the bench with his hands and feet, and finally climbed along the legs of the bench to the seat and sat there.

"Where is your clothes?" Edward asked casually.

The little wooden man took off his backpack, took out a small piece of paper from it and took out a pencil, and wrote down with both hands:

“Take a nap in the room.”

"Just don't be discovered." Edward said again, "Is there a new demigod here?"

The little mu man took out another piece of rubber, wiped off the handwriting just now, and quickly wrote: "He is an admiral, and seems to be very famous, but he will leave after a few days."

"Don't leave when you come, otherwise I will seem to be inconvenient." Edward sentenced Amyrius to death with disregard. "What have you gained during this period?"

The little wooden man thought for a while with a pencil about the same height as it, and then wrote a big paragraph:

"I control all the soldiers I have now. My friend Alfred likes to write letters to his sister. The old governor made millions of pounds through population trade. Now he is preparing to return home. Some time ago, someone came to assassinate him, but he failed. He wanted to escape tonight. General Negan likes green tea over coffee. The last living person in the church of the Lord was also killed by the Spirit Clan last night."

"Sure enough, all the churches here have been put on alarm lines, and it's no wonder who insists that the Spiritual Cult does not want to negotiate."

Edward soon forgot the Southern Continent general who had talked to him in his mind, but the little person who lived today would only occupy memory: "Then have you contacted the Spiritual Cult?"

The little wooden man took thirty seconds to wipe off the words just now, and the small piece of paper had been rubbed and wrinkled.

"No." It wrote, "Military District Martial Law, No Chance. I tried to negotiate with the Spiritual Cult, and they seemed to want to capture me even more."

Edward nodded: "Do you know what you are going to do today?"

“Ass involved in the incident?”

"Absolutely." Edward thought about it, but found that he had just quickly deleted the information of several important characters here, so he had to say, "You are the subordinate of the new one, right? If the original one starts to take action, you will try to scold him in the ear of the new one, it would be better to make him angry and burst out on the spot, and then the two of them die together."

The little wooden man's head swayed up and down a lot and wrote a sentence:

"How pleasant it is to have civil strife in the colony, the officers died suddenly, and the Spiritual Cult Group officially settled in!"

"It's right." Edward praised, "You go back and prepare."

...

During the day, Cline changed his clothes under Cynthia's service, enjoyed a hearty breakfast, then rode a carriage and entered the Olavi Naval Base surrounded by the General Guards.

In the morning, accompanied by Brigadier Generals and Colonels, he inspected the ship's condition, ammunition stock, visited the newly built training ground, rolls of paper per pound and the bathhouse that had been repaired twenty times in the past year.

After lunch at the Navy Canteen, Klein summoned officers above major to listen to the report according to the plan in the schedule.

At the end, Klein turned the black skin notebook a few pages, and used the accent of the noble Ruen tone to recite the Secretary's revised report, and based on the actual situation and Amyrius's wording habits, he added some "connected words" and "verbal words", such as "there are still some points below" and "I will talk about some more points".

It was already evening when the meeting ended. Crane, accompanied by Secretary Lueran, left the Olavi base and went to the residence of a naval agent to attend the dinner.

At the dinner party, they chatted about the fluctuations in the price of port supplies, while Klein imitated General Amyrius and told an outdated Beckland joke from time to time, which attracted everyone's enthusiasm for praise for the humor of the General.

After successfully playing until the banquet ended, Klein got on the carriage and felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"You have to pay attention to your words and behavior every minute and every second. Really acting is more tiring than fighting a pirate general..." Klein exhaled silently, half-closing his eyes calmly on the surface.

He knew that the most difficult stage today had not yet passed!

Next, we have to deal with Cynthia!

Night is coming.

In the villa, Cynthia knew from the waiter who was out to inquire that General Amyrius was about to return.

She quietly returned to the bedroom, took off the small pendant like black rhino horns, scraped off a little powder with a thin metal sheet, and blended it into the hot water in the white-glazed porcelain tea cup.

She silently recited the name of "Tree of Desire" seven times and waited for dozens of seconds. She picked up the teacup with hope and finished drinking it.

She was looking forward to something to do. Both her family and parents hoped that she could get pregnant with the general's blood and would preferably have a child, so that her family could gain more share of Zhongsunia company agents.

However, Miss Cynthia's wish was once again vague. Cline used the power of the "faceless man" to pinch out many wriggling granulations on her arm, and rejected her on the grounds that she was in a wrong state and needed peace.

She returned to the bedroom blankly and worriedly, thinking nothing else, so she had to lie down and rest.

In a vague sense that her stomach and intestines were a little hot, and her body was a little hot. In her dream, she seemed to see a dark night sky, dotted with bright stars.

One of them seemed to feel her gaze and shine brighter.

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Edward, who was sleeping directly on the bench with newspapers on his face, suddenly woke up.

He took down the newspaper on his face and looked suspiciously at the night sky in the sky. After a while, He was trapped and yawned.

"...Who? Who doesn't sleep in the middle of the night prays to the outside god?" Edward yawned and burst into tears. He squinted his eyes and took out his glasses from his pocket, stared at the sky for a while, and then looked at the red moon in the distance.

He did not realize that faint prayer, but the power of returning from the high-ranking existence outside the barrier awakened Him. He was so familiar with this method of smuggling. After all, when other external gods were still trying to stuff small notes into the earth through the loopholes of the barrier, He had bravely ran in directly through the crack of the door.

After running in, he hung an alarm directly on the crack of the door and was extremely vigilant about all channels that could contact the starry sky to prevent other people from sneaking in and grabbing food.

However, these channels are not needed most of the time, after all, the Seven Gods Kingdom also blocks these door cracks.

"You can't be wrong. It must have been the mother tree of desire just now. The spirituality of the fallen mother god is not like this."

"The person who prayed was not very high, but he actually received a very accurate response..."

He felt a little fun: "Is it because I was about to punch Sera, so the mother tree wanted to find another favor? This shouldn't be. Isn't it just to advance the high priest of the next year to this year? Isn't it just to let Sera's strength take a step forward to guard against me?"

"Since you want to cause trouble for me, you probably know I will fight back."

His voice suddenly became cold, becoming gloomy, scattered, and without emotion.

He cut his wrist and a few drops of blood fell on the ground. He did not seep down immediately. Several blood beads gathered together in the middle in a strange way, and then merged together.

“The area where the source of prayer that gets the response is.”

The person of the true god plus the blood of the angels as a medium, and it is still a bit reluctant to divine who the mother tree of desire blesses. If you want to find that person accurately, at least you have to temporarily awaken yourself from your sleep, open your eyes, share your person, and participate in this divination.

But then the movement will become a little big and will definitely leave traces. And I want to make Aldera's destruction look completely natural and seamless, without any influence of the high-level spiritual power.

Therefore, He skillfully started from the prayer who was very low in character and explored the location of the source.

A few drops of blood on the ground surging and twisting, sometimes dispersing, sometimes gathering, and finally turning into a scattered puzzle.

The outer god took out the map and carefully identified the characteristics and distances of these figures. After comparison, he found that this place was a map of a small colonial island called Olavi Island in the east of the Rosde Islands.

The prayer just now came from this archipelago.

He recorded the approximate position, his body gradually disappeared, and he hid in his own kingdom of God, and his blood evaporated from the ground without leaving any traces of mysticism.

His figure appeared in a deserted ruined world, closed his eyes, silently recited his name, let go of the spirituality restricted by the container, and eliminated his own body. Then let it rise, rise, surpass the chaotic abstract sky, and reach the edge of the barrier that has already leaked winds.

Then stretch out the "hand" without shape to touch the end of the tundra of senses that extend from the body.

His consciousness temporarily established a connection with the body, and his body was pulled out of the line in the kingdom of God, becoming a quiet doll.

The vast ocean of thought welcomes the return of this river, and the desire and joy of reintegration overwhelming all emotions. The huge mythical creatures entrenched on the cold sun slowly recovered from the deadly sleep, and their ferocious limbs moved slightly, growing like a huge network, with floating branches swaying slightly.

The body has not fully recovered, only the huge and crooked eyes on the body opened, turned, staring at the direction of the earth, confirming the coordinates that had just appeared in my mind.

The branches and tentacles that shaking disorderly in the dormant have captured countless meteorites and asteroids, one of which has been quietly released. The blue spiritual light flows on the surface of the meteorite, and it quietly leaves its control and flies towards the direction of the earth.

After all this, the connection was disconnected and the gods fell into dormant again, or had never completely awakened.

In a few seconds, consciousness returned to the container located on Earth. The meteorite moved forward in the cold and dark universe with the curse of decay and death, and its speed became faster and faster, turning into a meteor and constantly approaching.

In the desolate Kingdom of God, Edward's head shook suddenly, and then immediately raised it, like a student who woke up in class. He looked around and saw that the image of the Kingdom of God began to change, turning into a blood-red sky, a black earth, and a world full of bones and foggy.

"Very good, I will probably surprise the mother tree of desire tomorrow."

Edward looked into the sky in the distance, chuckled and returned to the real world.

As soon as he came back, He immediately heard many chaotic sounds. Edward sat on the bench, and before him were soldiers fighting, behind him were fleeing people, and in the distance there were stiff bodies waiting and watching.

Edward looked for a while and a soldier who ran past Him with a gun suddenly turned his head and gave him a "OK".

During these hours, one of the spiritual lights in the Governor's Mansion disappeared. Combined with the sound of waves that seemed to be close to the ears, the branches of lightning in the sky and the laws in the city, it seemed that there should be another living.

"It's even more uneasy than I thought, but it's not surprising, after all, I'm here."

Even a little bit of ordinary disgust may be instantly amplified to the level of deep hatred in the sea of ​​blood.
To be continued...