"I know, because of my father, there are often some extraordinary people among the guests who come to my home. Is there any problem?"
"No, no, no, I think that ordinary people and extraordinary people should be two planes living in the same world. Unless there is something special, they will not come into contact at any time. I didn't expect it to be...then your father is an extraordinary person.
Or?"
"No, because he has good medical skills, so there are often places in Faerun that need him. For example, in the homes of some dukes and counts, there are extraordinary guards, and some of the family members of extraordinary people will also get sick."
"So that's it..." Su Ge murmured, "Then have you seen extraordinary people in what fields? What are they like?"
"I don't pay much attention. I'm not very interested in extraordinary people, and from the surface, I can't tell that they are extraordinary people."
"can not tell?"
Mistongo recalled: "Yes, my father said that one of the characteristics of extraordinary people is that it is absolutely impossible to determine whether a person is an extraordinary person without actively using extraordinary abilities. So he also warned me not to do anything about it.
People are treated differently.”
"Actually, I don't think this has anything to do with the extraordinary being. He mainly wants to explain to me the relationship between doctors and patients..."
As Mistongo spoke, his voice lowered as he was thinking about something.
Su Ge, on the other hand, did not pay attention to what Mistongo said later. He was entirely focused on the characteristics of extraordinary beings that Mistongo said.
As long as one does not actively use extraordinary abilities, it is impossible to determine whether a person is an extraordinary person?
He was not sure whether what Mistongo said was true, but he felt that the other party had no reason to deceive him.
Today is the first time he has received course instruction about extraordinary beings. After almost a whole morning of instruction from Cecia and Ondu, he only managed to clarify some extraordinary common sense.
He began to guess that what Mistongo said might not be the knowledge that a beginner must master first, so Cecia did not tell him.
But no matter what, this is important information.
Su Ge's spirit shrank, and he carefully looked at every pedestrian passing by on the street. He had the illusion that everyone around him was a hidden transcendent.
Su Ge shivered subconsciously, looked at Miston Ge next to him, and found that the other person was still walking silently with his head lowered, looking uncertain.
"If there is anything I can help with, you can tell me at any time. After all, you are my savior." Su Ge said to Miston Ge.
Mistonge raised his head and smiled honestly, "Thank you, I was just thinking about something related to my dad."
After speaking, Mistonge gathered his thoughts and asked: "What materials are you looking for? Maybe I can help you. I dare not say anything about other things, but when it comes to identifying herbs, I still have some confidence."
Su Ge thought for a while and did not dare to reveal the entire formula to the other party. He only mentioned two materials that he was not familiar with, namely micro vanilla and sky crystal powder.
"The powder of sky crystal should be some kind of material used by the Church of the Sky. You can go back and ask, but I am very familiar with this microherb. Its fragrance is very light, and it is often mistaken for purple cinnamon. We can go there later.
Try your luck at the market on East Street.”
Su Ge was very pleasantly surprised when he heard Mistongo's words. He didn't expect that he would figure out the source of one of the materials in just a few minutes after leaving Leinu Church.
If we continue at this pace, we may not need to wait until tomorrow. Maybe we can gather all the materials except the morning dew before the end of today... Su Ge thought happily.
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York
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City jail.
"Sir, sir..."
A low groan echoed repeatedly in the long prison corridor.
After experiencing the turmoil of the past few days, Speru has been living a boring and repetitive life in prison. That special summons seemed to him like a dream.
In that dream, he was close to an opportunity, as if it was really a gift given to him by the goddess of space to escape fate.
But he didn't catch it, so he could only wake up from his dream.
Then he returned to this oppressive and cold prison, spending all day with these lifeless and colorless iron objects.
On such an ordinary weekend, he had just finished his morning break and was doing his daily inspection of the prison when he suddenly heard a series of low shouts coming from a small cubicle in front of him.
"What's up."
Speru came to the iron fence and looked inside from a high position.
A fat man with a bald head was held alone in a cubicle. The fat on his face was so thick that even his eyes were squeezed to the point where there was only a slit left. He didn't look very energetic.
The fat man seemed to have been drinking alcohol for a long time, and his skin showed a reddish color that was different from ordinary people. From a distance of two or three meters, Speru smelled a special smell of high-concentration alcohol emitting from the human body.
He frowned unconsciously.
When the fat man saw Speru coming, he rolled and crawled to the iron fence and begged:
"Sir, sir, please help me. It's really not the warehouse key of Heba that I lost. I didn't steal anything in the warehouse. Sir, please help me. Please help me, sir!"
Speru glanced at the room number, flipped through the roster in his hand, and found the corresponding information about the fat man.
The fat man's name is Roddick. He was a warehouse guard at the York City Water Conservancy and Purification Bureau. He was warned many times because of his drinking all year round, but he never made any big mistakes.
The reason Roddick came here was because of a work negligence a dozen days ago.
While on duty at night, Roddick once again drank during working hours because he could not bear the boredom and loneliness of the long night. This time, he caused considerable losses to the Water Conservancy and Purification Bureau.
The York City Water Purification Bureau is actually a dam on the upper reaches of the Leams River, not far from the outskirts of York. Its main job is to purify the water in the Leams River before releasing it downstream.
After Roddick woke up drunk, he found that the key to the warehouse on his body was missing. After rushing to the warehouse to check, he found that a large amount of toner stored in the warehouse was missing.
This kind of carbon powder is mainly used for water purification of river water. It also has the function of removing odors in the environment and has a very high value in the market.
Due to multiple warnings before and the serious damage caused this time, Roddick was eventually imprisoned in York City Jail.
Speru briefly looked through the other party's information and found that Roddick was a simple ordinary person, without a wife or children, living alone, and his only hobby was drinking wine.
"You said you didn't lose it, but who was it? Who stole the toner while you were asleep?"
Speru asked seriously.
When he discovered that Roddick was just an ordinary little guy like him, he felt a little soft-hearted, thinking that maybe he really didn't care about Roddick's affairs and was just being framed, even if Roddick had to answer for what he had done.
By paying the price, at least Roddick can be treated fairly.
"I, I don't remember clearly. The night before, I went to a bar in the lower block to drink, and then..."
"What are you doing?!"
At this moment, a rough roar suddenly sounded from the end of the corridor.
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Roddick's thoughts were interrupted, and after Roddick heard this voice, a look of fear appeared on his face, and he quickly crawled back to his bed.
Speru turned his head and saw his boss walking over menacingly, holding a baton.
"What are you doing?!" the boss yelled at Speru rudely.
"I'm doing my job, sir."
"Your job? What I arrange for you is your job, not what you arrange for yourself, do you understand?"
"Go, now, go clean the floor of my office immediately."
The boss looked at Speru in confusion, "Who are you? An unimpressive face."
Speru immediately gave a standard salute and replied: "Reserve prison guard, Secretary..."
"It doesn't matter, your name has no value to me." The boss waved his hand, interrupting Speru's words, then turned and left, leaving behind a silhouette, "Remember it, and come and conduct a comprehensive inspection of my office right away.
Floor clean.”
After his boss left, Speru pinched the prisoner information booklet in his hand and slowly applied force, and the joints of his fingers began to turn blue and white.
Speru took a deep breath and prepared to leave.
"Sir, sir."
"What's going on?" Speru turned back to look at Roddick.
"Sir, I remembered. I met a man at the bar that day. He had been asking me about materials for isolating sounds and smells. Then I told him about the toner."
"What's his name?"
"I remember, I remember, his name seems to be... Gratchi?"
Roddick said hesitantly.
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In an ordinary house in the Upper Bay Area.
Gratchi was alone in the dark basement, illuminated only by a candle as thick as a finger.
He looked at the Star Realm ritual in front of him that he had tried at least dozens of times. He was in a daze and began to wonder if it was because of his own problems that led to the failure of the ritual.
During this period, the ritual consumes a lot of materials, but most of them are items that can be replenished through ordinary markets or herbal shops, so it will not be a problem for future actions.
But the most important thing is that he can't contact the messenger now, and just the night before yesterday, he clearly felt the call of the devil's breath from the southeast through the forbidden weapon of the devil statue. Although he didn't know the specific location,
Judging from the reaction of the forbidden weapon, he knew that the distance was not too far, even within the city of York.
why?
Glaci didn't understand why every time, the messenger just threw the half-finished matter in front of him without giving any specific guidance or inspiration.
The last time the broken demon ritual drawings were replaced by parchments blowing in the wind, it was the same with the sudden demon summoning this time. He pushed forward the progress in his own way every time, but never got a specific answer.
instruct.
"Is this a test given to me by Lord Messenger?" Grachi murmured.
The candlelight flickered, and a breeze blew in behind him.
Martin came to Gratchi quietly and whispered:
"Brother Grachi, there is someone looking for you outside."
"If it's the police, you know how to deal with it."
"No," Martin said, slightly frightened, his voice trembling, "He didn't say his identity, and he didn't look like a policeman. He came alone. He said it was a call from the devil."
The candlelight shook violently, and Gratchi slowly turned around, looked into Martin's eyes, and asked, "Did he say his name?"
"He said his name was Gebiong, that should be his name..."