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Chapter 60 The flying black pot and Dagu's daily affection
After turning on the shower and washing away all the dirt on his body, Louis lay down in the smooth bathtub, the warm hot water flowing over his firm chest, and a pair of slender white hands grasped the edge of the bathtub, allowing his arms to rest on the edge.

He lay with his head tilted back, with only his neck with a protruding Adam's apple leaning against the outside.

Amy was lying in the other tub next to him.

This bathtub is only about half the size of Louis's and is specially made for cats.

The man and the cat just closed their eyes quietly and enjoyed the peaceful time.

But Louis thought about more.

After the Qilingos incident, the Storm Church is probably searching for clues with all its might.

Any disturbance will make them nervous.

If they knew at this time that the true creator would descend to Tingen City, no one knew what the consequences would be.

Most likely they attacked in anger, after all, they are a bunch of grumpy old pigeons.

Louis thought about the characteristics of the storm sequence and the various rumors he remembered, and came to a rough conclusion.

Therefore, I still have to let the Aurora Society discover the news that the real creator is about to descend.

Then let the three major churches "discover" this matter naturally.

However, how can I let the Aurora Society find out about this first?
Louis felt the warm comfort and kept searching for useful information in his mind.

Aurora Club Laneus.
Megos in Tingen.
True advent ceremony.
Wait! Fred Gavin!

This minor character who was only briefly mentioned in the intelligence about Yunwu City was a member of the Aurora Society who had been killed by a rookie fortune teller!

It was he who revealed to Lanevus the ritual of praying for the true creation to give birth to a divine heir!

I can easily forge his letter!
The Aurora Organization revealed this matter perfectly to Backlund!
Louis stood up suddenly, his strong and well-built, slender and fair body exposed to the air. With the steam from the room, he was not worried about catching a cold.

A large splash of water was created, choking Amy, who was enjoying it with her eyes closed, and she started coughing violently.

She grabbed a bath towel from the shelf nearby, wrapped it around her waist, and without caring about her wet and messy hair, she quickly walked towards the bedroom.

"My Lord, my soul is my witness."

"Everything I say next is"

Sitting at the desk, Louis tore off a few pages of manuscript paper, the tip of the pen slid quickly, and he felt his inspiration bursting out rapidly.

What is the mental state of a cult member under normal circumstances?

How would you feel when you learn that the god you believe in is about to come to this world?
Excited? Nervous?
Especially the Aurora Society, an organization where everyone is crazy about it.

A peripheral personnel of Sequence Nine dared to secretly leak the ritual of summoning the evil god to outsiders, attempting to plan the descent of the gods.

It's a bit difficult to imitate a madman.

Louis couldn't write again after his inspiration was gone.

I wrote a few sentences in succession, but looking at them from left to right, they didn't seem like a letter from a mentally ill person.

He crossed out the words in annoyance, crumpled up the manuscript paper and threw it aside.

I shook the pen in my hand and the handwriting was no longer clear. Was it out of ink?
Louis muttered, opened the drawer and took out the ink.

This fountain pen and several bottles of ink are all expensive items, made and carved by professional craftsmen. The patterns on them are simple and elegant, neither too fancy nor too simple.

This is a gift from Mr. Morris. It is said to be a collection of his best-selling author brother Joseph.
etc.
Louis was suddenly stunned, Joseph?

Yes! How could I forget him!

When Louis helped preside over Joseph's funeral, he also saw his ghost.

This famous best-selling author has written "A Day of Freedom", "The Evening Bells Are Ringing" and "Sunshine on the Horizon".
What is not known to the public is that this writer is also a Sequence 8 Beyonder and a reasoning student of the White Tower Path.

The strength of his works lies in his ability to portray characters and highlight their personalities. In his books, even an unknown little person will come alive within a few chapters.

Louis helped him successfully publish his posthumous manuscripts, fulfilled his last wish, and finally received his gift.

Louis also kept his Nuo mask.

The spirituality surged, and a Nuo mask dripping with ink emerged from the void and stuck perfectly on Louis' face.

The light flickered gently, and the mask disappeared, as if it had melted into the flesh and blood.

But if you look closely, there are dark spots of light flashing in Louis' pupils.

With a slight shake of the brain, countless knowledge about character description, psychological portrayal, and language processing came flooding back.

Louis looked at the manuscript again. He felt as if he had become a mentally ill believer in a cult. He was expressing his thoughts devoutly in the envelope.

Great! Louis is starting to understand everything!
"Shh! Shh!"

The sound of pen tip rubbing against paper echoed throughout the night.

Louis had no idea that he had forgotten anything.

"Meow!"

"interesting."

The pitch-black crow revealed a human look, and it stretched out its wings and lightly touched its right eye.

On a busy island in the Sonia Sea.

This is a temporary trading place and entertainment place for pirates.

In places like this, different islands are chosen every month to prevent ambushes by the navy and bounty hunters.

Of course, what the pirates are most worried about are their own fellow pirates.

The moon hangs high in the sky, quiet and cold.

The island was filled with noises. The sounds of shouting, fighting, cursing, and flattery in the casino; the sounds of teasing, panting, crying, and screaming in the brothel; the low whispers in the market.
"Quack!"

A jet-black crow landed aimlessly on one of the boats.

A rusty badge was hung on the cable of the ship, and its specific material could not be seen.

It seemed to have been dropped by some careless pirate in his hasty disembarkation.

It pecked gently a few times with its beak, making a dull sound.

His small pupils showed a thoughtful and amused light, he tilted his head and picked the badge out from the tangled cables.

Then he flew into the vast sea fog.

He disappeared in a moment.

……

Ordinary people: @I am not a poor god@I am not a poor god.

Lu Heng, sitting on the most comfortable gaming chair in Yunwu City, was tagging Klein crazily.

Ordinary people: Why are you sleeping? Get up and have fun!
Mr. Fool, who was half asleep, finally woke up after hearing the continuous knocking sounds in his mind.

I am not a poor god:? (The cat is confused)
Thinking it was a spiritual warning, Klein jumped half a meter away, with a hairstyle big enough to hatch eggs, and looked around with wide eyes.

He thought it was a Beyonder from some sect who came to attack at night.

Ace pilot: (Ultra is puzzled)
Ultraman sent you an emoticon.

Ordinary people: Eh? Dagu, you didn’t sleep either? (Surprised passerby)
Lu Heng was a little surprised.

Ordinary people: In my impression, you are a perfect man! (The passerby yells)

The childhood memories of Tiga added so much weight that Lu Heng naturally felt that Dagu was a perfect man who went to bed early and got up early, had a regular life, and never was late or left early for work.

Although it always crashes and always gets lost when evacuating people and fighting monsters.

Although in the eyes of some people, he is an unreliable person with connections.

But Lu Heng just wanted to say, you know nothing, they were just going to **!
Ace Pilot: Although I am not as perfect as you think, is there a possibility that it is still noon here? (Ott scratches his head)

Ace Pilot: [Picture] (Lina basking in the sun) [Picture] (Dagu eating lunch)

I am not the god of poverty: ??? (Cat thumps the ground)

I am not a poor god: when I type a series of question marks, it’s not that I have a problem, but that I think you have a problem.

I am not the God of Poverty: So Brother Lu, you woke me up in the middle of the night just to eat Dagu's dog food? (Maomao is sad and angry)
Ace pilot: I didn’t (Ott pouted)

Ordinary people: How can a young man like you sleep? (Sighs of passers-by)
Ordinary people: It’s a mess! How can you still sleep?! (The passerby collapses)
I am not the god of poverty:!!! (The cat wakes up)

This time, Klein really couldn't sleep.

…………

The next afternoon, near dusk.

Backlund, Böklund Street, inside the mansion at No. 140.

Louis threw away his torn clothes, changed into a black hooded robe, and stood in front of the full-length mirror.

The drooping brim of the hat covered half of the face, and the face blended perfectly into the shadows.

Only a pair of thin lips were left exposed.

It still feels a bit exposed.

It’s better not to reveal any clues.

Louis took out another mask and put it on, completely covering his face. He looked at it for a long time before nodding with satisfaction.

"I'll bring you some dried fish when I come back."

Louis walked into the living room, where Amy was lying on the sofa, lazily flipping through books and newspapers with her tail.

"Storm House"? Kitty likes to read this kind of horror adventure suspense romance novel?
Louis lowered his head in thought, then reached out and stroked the cat's neck a few times.

"Oh"

Amy rolled her eyes and replied perfunctorily.

Louis walked gently towards the door and pulled his hood up.

A translucent, dark grey mask filled with mysterious light quietly appeared, with many beautiful verses engraved on it.

Floating in the air, it touched the mask on his face, and then emitted tiny points of glow that enveloped him.

He opened the door and disappeared into the shadows.

It was an inconspicuous house. Louis finally arrived here after walking for more than ten minutes.

Backlund is a country of Loen, and even with the control of the major churches, the number of wild Beyonders is still an extremely large number.

So secret gatherings came into being.

There were neither too many nor too few secret gatherings of all sizes in Backlund, and an ordinary person with the will, financial resources, and luck could also find a way.

The forces behind the gathering were complicated and intricate, and Louis even suspected that the church and the royal family were involved.

These people are really well hidden.

They are all a bunch of old foxes.

(End of this chapter)