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Chapter 140 Who doesn't want to be a salted fish?

While listening to Snow introducing Lieutenant General Tracy Tracy, the first thought in Klein's mind was -

"Mr. Devil's ancestors don't have anything to do with that immortal witch, do they?"

After all, Mr. Penridax raised an assassin cat, and the assassin cat needed the assassin potion, and this gentleman seemed to be good at obtaining the potion formula by doing masonry...

[To be honest, I have been using Mimi recently to read and catch up on books, switch sources, read aloud with many sounds, and it can be used on both Android and Apple.]

But if the other party is a witch, then does he go to do brickwork or to taste tea?

Although the other members of the Tarot Society did not "know" the romantic affair of the ancestor of Panridax, they also cast strange glances. After all, the information provided by Snow was too detailed, except for the sequence path, which was as private as the color of his underwear.

In addition, even the family background has been thoroughly investigated.

As if he felt that if he continued like this, his limelight might be taken away from him. Mr. Hanged Man, who was eager to establish his position in the Tarot Society, immediately said:

"In short, she made the down payment for Zillinges' fleet last month and proved with practical actions that she has the strength of a pirate general. She renamed Chillinges' ship the Black Death and called herself Lieutenant General Disease."

Audrey has always been very curious about these interesting facts on the sea. She blinked and asked:

"Mr. Hanged Man, can you give us a detailed introduction to the Thinking Pirate King and the other six pirate generals? I have only heard of their names and nicknames, and I don't know what extraordinary abilities they possess."

Alger looked around and found that the sun, the world, and the magician were all listening. He was about to speak, but he noticed the devil's "you tell me, I'll add" smile. His expression suddenly became stiff, but he still spoke softly.

He nodded and began to introduce these powerful men on the sea.

When he finished speaking, he found that Mr. Devil had no intention of interrupting, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, just when he was about to warn Miss Justice about the dangers at sea, Mr. Devil suddenly said:

"In addition, the name of the mysterious queen is Bernadette Gustave, and she is an angel on earth."

"Gustave?" When Audrey heard this surname, she even ignored the words "angel on earth" and asked directly: "What is her relationship with Emperor Russell?"

"As you might imagine, she is the most beloved eldest daughter of Emperor Russell, and she is also the leader and founder of the Dawn of Elements, an organization that is opposed to the Moss Ascetic Order." After Snow said this, he said no more.

Upon seeing this, Justice began to talk about Backlund's recent serial murder case, but Mr. Fool was thinking endlessly——

"The founder of Elemental Dawn? The Queen of Mystery? The daughter of Emperor Russell has indeed become a big figure in the mysterious world! But how did Mr. Demon know so clearly? Was it the information left by Mr. Penridax, or...

...What is the connection between the Penridax family and this mysterious queen?

Speaking of which, the ancestor of the Panridax family seems to have met Bernadette. Could it be that they actually established some kind of friendship and have passed it on to future generations?"

Klein wanted to ask again, but found that neither he nor the world had an excuse to ask about this matter, and it did not seem to be a big problem in itself, so he suppressed his curiosity for the time being, but deep down in his heart,

Still retaining a strong desire to gossip——

That unknown Mr. Panredax is impossible, not even the daughter of Emperor Russell...well, probably, not right?



The exchange of information slowly came to an end. After Fors casually chatted about some news about the Backlund labor movement, Derrick, who had been in the "don't understand, but was shocked" mode for a long time, finally spoke:

"Silver City recently organized an exploration into the darkness and discovered a semi-ruined temple. The god enshrined inside was a naked man who was crucified upside down. There was a lot of blood on the surface of its body.

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"Do you know which god this is?"

"This is the Fallen Creator." Mr. Fool was worried that Mr. Devil, who was a "believer of the Fallen Creator", would speak first, so he answered directly.

When Derrick heard this, his brows suddenly furrowed tightly. The Creator is the belief of the Silver City. When he heard the word degenerate in front of this name, he could not help but feel an instinctive rejection.

After listening to Mr. Fool's simple introduction, Derrick began to worry about the safety of Silver City.

Although everyone still wanted to ask Derrick something, they couldn't find a good starting point for a while, and the Tarot Society fell into a strange and short silence.

Klein, who was about to lose his spiritual support, decisively tapped the edge of the table and said with a smile:

"This party ends here."

"Your will is our will." Miss Justice, the "class representative", immediately stood up, raised her skirt and made a salute. The others stood up one after another as if they heard the class representative's command of "get out of class is over, stand up". They all shouted "Goodbye, teacher".



Returning to reality, Snow took out a small dried fish as usual and handed it to Lily, who came back on time every Monday afternoon to help him look after the door. Then he gently rubbed the cat's head and started the usual road map design.

Lines extended from the current point in time, and the patterns on the paper in front of Snow became more and more complex.

Various events are circled in small circles, and they are re-arranged after corresponding one-to-one with the plot time points recalled in the mind with the help of potions.

As if he felt that his brain was a little insufficient, Snow took out the scholar's monocle from his arms and put it on his left eye. As his brain began to overclock, many of the stagnations began to be unraveled.

The casual chess pieces in the original Lord of Mysteries may be fatal traps. Snow must avoid these traps and earn as much benefit as possible in order to gain the power to fight against the doomsday.

Become a god?

Just thinking about the sequence-one characteristics needed to become a god, he was already overwhelmed, let alone the weird ritual of becoming a god.

In fact, his plan for his future is to be an angel or the king of angels under the Lord of Mysteries. As long as the Lord of Mysteries can maintain his humanity, then he, an angel, can live a very prosperous life.

There is no need to think about fighting against the past, nor will one be able to hide in a corner and shiver.

"[Really made swear words]!"

Well, it seems that the angels under "God" are not unable to consider it.

Hearing the murmurs of "Made in Heaven" starting to come from upstairs, Snow shook his head and took off his monocle. After destroying all the mind maps on the table, he opened the door and came upstairs, looking at the people falling on his head and feet.

The Made in Heaven plugged in next to the gramophone kept making strange, indecipherable swear words. Snow smiled and took it out of the card slot.

"Don't scold, don't scold, I'll play the piano for you."


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