The surge of ether disappeared without any trace, just like an illusion.
Lifting his eyes and looking at his smiling old friend, Yas only remembered at this moment that Lebius was the weirdest guy among them a long time ago.
Few people know what Lebius is thinking, and he rarely expresses his thoughts. He just hides it all in his heart and keeps brewing it.
Compared to a living person, sometimes Lebius feels more like a cold iron sword.
Silent, cold, ruthless, sharp and deadly.
Lebius never talks nonsense, he only puts away all his emotions, then puts his thoughts into action, and carries out his wishes silently.
"What a surprise, Lebius."
Yasi said quietly.
This was not the first time he saw Lebius's alchemical matrix. What really surprised him was that it was not until the emergence of this initiating phenomenon that he noticed the ether floating around Lebius, as if they had always been there.
Wrapping around him, keeping the alchemical matrix burning.
This is not that the secret energy has been activated, but that it has been activated. But at that moment, Lebius gave up hiding and exposed the activation phenomenon.
"Did you really not notice it?" Lebius asked.
Yas shook his head stiffly. Seeing this, Lebius said with a proud expression, "It seems that I have mastered the 'etheric shielding' very well. Even you from the 'Origin School' didn't notice it."
Ether shielding.
This etheric skill can greatly reduce one's own ether fluctuations, curb the initiation phenomenon, and thus release secret energy silently, making it difficult for other sublimation users to detect the existence of the releaser.
"Have you always maintained this state?" Yas's voice became hoarse, "You have always maintained the secret energy and the 'etheric shielding'."
"That's about it. In the office, you have nothing to do but practice some extreme skills."
Lebius smiled, but this smile seemed particularly deep now, like the dark and silent deep sea.
"How long have you been like this?"
"It's been a long time, I can't remember it clearly," Lebius said calmly, "It probably started when I sat in the office seven years ago."
Yas was silent, and then took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to calm down. He touched his face, and his palms were covered with sweat.
He felt his voice was trembling: "Should I be glad that you are my friend?"
"Who knows?"
Lebius was very satisfied with Yas's reaction, as if this was a prank, and Lebius had been boringly preparing for this for many years in order to tease Yas.
This trick was very successful, and it made Yas feel scared for a long time.
Yas is not a weakling. As the leader of the sixth group, he has profound attainments in the "Original School". Even the two extremely difficult etheric skills of "etheric silence" and "etheric prohibition" have long been eliminated.
He has control.
But even though he was like this, he was totally unaware of Lebius's power when he spent time with Lebius day and night.
He has been sharpening himself to make himself sharper... In these seven years, has Lebius really only been training "etheric shielding"? What about other etheric skills? At this moment, Lebius,
What kind of power does it possess?
Yas stopped thinking and murmured, "I'm wondering whether to pray for our enemies."
“What do you pray for them?”
"Pray that they'll be honest so they don't run into you, right?"
This was a pretty cold joke. After saying it, Ass laughed twice, but the smile quickly disappeared. He looked at Lebius with a gloomy face and muttered repeatedly.
"Lebius...Lebius of the wolves..."
At the end, Yas laughed out loud again, stood up and said.
"Then I leave all this to you, Lebius."
Except for a little shock and panic, Yas's mood was surprisingly smooth at the moment.
He opened the door and was about to leave when Yas turned his head and asked again.
"You didn't expose it to me on purpose, right? You're back, Lebius of the wolf pack is back."
Lebius smiled and said nothing. Seeing this, Yas closed the door and didn't ask any more questions. He just vaguely heard the laughter from behind the door.
After everything calmed down, Lebius still kept the smile on his face. This time he was not pretending, he was really happy.
"Return to the battlefield?"
Lebius whispered and opened the drawer under his desk. He reached out and touched something. It was covered with dust, and the uneven touch outlined a ferocious face.
…
Every time after using the "Key of the Winding Path", Boluogo felt dizzy, and this time the dizziness became more severe, as if the whole person was lifted up by the legs by a giant and swung violently in the air.
A few laps.
Fortunately, the giant was relatively gentle and did not slam himself to the ground, so apart from the dizziness of consciousness, Boluogo had no other strange feelings.
The strange thing is that the strange feeling he had when using the "Key to the Winding Path" was not so strong before. He covered his head, and when his vision gradually became clearer, Boluogo realized that he did not appear in the "Transit Station", but in another unknown place.
The place.
"vomit……"
The sound of vomiting sounded, and Palmer held on to the wall and vomited loudly. The guy's reaction was even more violent than that of Boluogo. After vomiting twice, his eyes were dull, and then he arched his body again and vomited loudly.
"Are you all okay? This is how you use the 'Key to the Warp Path' many times in a short period of time. It's a normal reaction, don't worry."
When Jeffrey's voice sounded, he didn't have much reaction, but his face turned a little pale.
"Ah... I feel like my intestines are twisted together," Palmer said weakly. He took two steps, staggered, lost his balance and fell to the ground. "Am I going to die?"
"No, you just have some motion sickness."
Burlogo reached out his hand and pulled Palmer up.
"Motion sickness? Then I can't ride a bike in the future?" Palmer said drowsily.
"I don't know about riding a bicycle, but what is certain is that your brain is somewhat dizzy."
"Ah? It's good, it's good, and I can still ride a bike."
Burlogo's expression was complicated. From the beginning, he should not have argued with a second-rate person like Palmer.
"Where are we, Geoffrey?" asked Borogo.
"You'll know as soon as you go forward. By the way, Palmer will remember to clean up your vomit later," Jeffrey instructed, "This is not the territory of the Bureau of Order. Those guys are moody. Maybe they will keep you here."
Become a waiter."
"Huh? You don't need an attendant to ride a bike."
Palmer put a hand on Burlogo's shoulder. The guy had not yet regained consciousness.
"Forget it, leave him alone."
Seeing this, Jeffrey felt helpless and turned around and walked forward.
There was a dark wooden floor underfoot, and the surroundings were quiet. Some singing could be heard vaguely, but the sound was too weak to distinguish.
Boluogo sniffed it, and there was a clear aroma of wine everywhere, but in addition to the aroma of wine, there was an old smell filled with dust, and a slight rotten smell, as if a mouse died in the corner, the body decayed, and the
Full of maggots.
"Wine cellar? It's always like this here. Maybe the 'door' opens somewhere."
Jeffrey looked around him. Countless oak barrels were lined up on both sides. The aroma of wine came from them. There were also iron nameplates hanging on the barrels, which recorded the storage time.
Boluogo glanced briefly. The time marked on it was at least several decades ago. Not far away, there were rows of wine racks filled with wine bottles.
"Good stuff!"
The stupid Palmer suddenly woke up when he smelled the aroma of wine. He lay down next to the wine barrel and looked at these dust-covered treasures.
"What a good thing. You can't drink these things in the Order Bureau. It tastes so good. Is this some kind of alchemy material added to it? It's really luxurious. I like it."
"Are these wines expensive?" Bologo didn't understand this.
"Of course, at least I can't afford to drink with my current salary...but I used to drink a lot when I was at home," Palmer said about his glorious past. "There is a secret passage in my room that leads directly to the wine cellar.
For a long time, I was able to drink freely, until the stinky old men discovered this secret passage."
"Damn stinky old men."
While talking about this, Palmer did not forget to curse his elders, and he looked happy after the curse.
"No, I have to get some. I haven't drunk it for so long that my mouth is tasteless!"
Bologg was used to Palmer being like this, but looking at his eyes shining like this, Bologg remembered that Palmer had another identity, the heir of the Clerks family.
The Clerks House.
The extraordinary family that occupies the Fengyuan Highlands, one of the founders of the Order Bureau, controls huge wealth and power, as well as mysterious extraordinary power, and Palmer is the designated heir of this extraordinary family.
Palmer was no longer born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he was born with a philosopher's stone in his mouth. From childhood to adulthood, everything about him was arranged in great detail by his family. If he compiled it all and wrote it down, the title of the book could be
Directly titled "The Life of a Successful Man".
As for the luxurious accessories and expensive drinks... all of this is just a part of life for Palmer, and there is nothing to pay attention to at all, just like the canned beer and second-hand records that Boluogo drinks every day...
Comparing Bologg with Palmer, calling Bologg a country dog is a compliment to Bologg.
The shining star of the extraordinary world, the designated heir of the Clerks family, Palmer Clerks, blessed with honor and power, such a person should be as noble, elegant and mysterious as in the story, just like Duan Bubu
The legend of knowledge.
But he just vomited like a dog with food poisoning.
"Palmer, what went wrong in your life..."
Boluogo looked at Palmer looking for a cup everywhere and thought to himself.
"Yo! Jeffrey Karga!"
Passionate shouts rang out, and following the sound, I saw that there was an extra person on the long ladder of the wine cellar. He was wearing a noble black dress, just like the nobles a hundred years ago, with a very handsome face.
Fair, lacking color.
He looked at Boluogo, their eyes met, and a pair of red eyes were reflected in Boluogo's eyes.
The red color was so pure and bright, as if blood had solidified in the pupils.
"Is this Mr. Brogo Lazarus?"
the man asked.
"Yes, Borogo Lazarus."
Jeffrey patted Burlogo on the shoulder, and then pointed at Palmer who was frozen.
From the moment he saw the man, Palmer's expression became serious, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, but his action of crouching next to the wine barrel, preparing to turn on the faucet and take the wine with his mouth, was really a bit funny.
"This is his partner, Palmer Clerks. We need to have some contact later, so I brought him with me. I hope there will be no problem."
"No problem, I like new friends, not to mention the boys from the Clerks family," the man smiled at Palmer, "How are your old men? Are they alive?"
"Well, his body is very strong, and he can still chase me and fight," Palmer responded, taking a deep breath and trying to relax himself, "There are other undead... I should have thought of it, there must be some among the undead.
A member of the 'Villelys'."
"Do you know me?" the man asked after hearing the Villelys' house.
"I don't know them, but I recognize those eyes."
As early as when Palmer was a child, he had seen these ominous eyes in the family books, touching the scars left by the Villeless family on the bodies of those smelly old men.
"Oh? Is that so? I've never liked my eyes, so don't worry too much. I'm different from the Villeless family...even though my surname is Villeless."
The man's smile became friendly, he opened his hands and said loudly.
