You don't cast spells by the rules at all, do you?

Sean felt quite aggrieved.

I thought to myself, I didn’t do anything, why are you so fierce?

Is it really true that in the wizarding world, being bad is the original sin?

Louden didn't say much to Sean, and asked everyone, "Are you all ready?"

Kev raised his hand: "No, I need to go to the bathroom."

Louden: "What did you do so early?"

"Follow me even if you're not ready!"

Kev:

".......

Then what are you asking?

Louden ignored Kev's resentful look, turned around and led everyone to the city wall.

Passing by the familiar empty cells, Sean and others quickly followed Louden to the exit of the dungeon.

At the same time, this is also the entrance to the villa's basement.

"It was really converted from my basement..."

"Although Sean had expected this, he still couldn't help but complain in his heart after seeing it with his own eyes. Someone had secretly built an underground city under his house, as if there was a person hiding under the bed. He was the last one to know about it. This feeling was very strange.

"If you want to go to the bathroom, go ahead. After that, do whatever you need to do." Louden said.

Kev: “Okay.”

Is the sanitary system in this house still functional?

Sean's heart moved slightly, and he asked, "Can we walk around the villa and visit Mr. Black's former residence?"

Louden gave him a warning look and said nothing, which was considered as his consent.

Sean went to the second floor without saying a word.

Eleanor followed behind Sean.

She had visited this villa before when she was out on a mission. She followed Sean mainly because she was afraid that Sean would get into trouble. Mr. Blake's things should not be touched casually.

Although there is actually nothing here.

After hundreds of years, it was already "miraculous" that the bathroom could still be used normally, thanks to the usual maintenance by Louden and others. In terms of hygiene, the whole villa was much cleaner than Sean had imagined. Similarly, in terms of objects, it was also much "cleaner" than Sean had imagined.

Especially his former bedroom.

As the most powerful magician of the Scholar Era, there is no need to say much about Carl Black's power and wealth. The moment Sean stepped into the room, a deep sense of familiarity mixed with fragmented memories came to his mind.

He remembered something.

This 100-square-meter bedroom has three compartments: a cloakroom, a study, and a collection room.

In addition to reading, the study is sometimes used as a "reception room" for close people. It records every detail of his time with the first saint Olya and the eldest daughter of the Seraphim family, Deilly.

Most of the clothes in the cloakroom were not his, but Olya and Deli's.

The collection room houses many valuable collections.

For example, "Tears of the Neverwinter Sea".

It was a natural gem from deep under the Neverwinter Sea, as big as a fist, and was placed in the most conspicuous place on the cabinet.

But now, not only the gems are gone, but all the other collections have disappeared as well, leaving only a huge, empty cabinet and thick dust in the grids.

There was a painting on the wall, but it has disappeared.

That was the portrait that Olya had painted for him herself.

"Have all these things been put away by Mr. Gomez and his team?" Sean asked.

Eleanor shook her head. “If it was put away, there would be a museum in Blacktown in memory of Mr. Black.”

But the truth is, no.

"They weren't put away, they were taken away by people from the Vatican," said Eleanor.

As early as when Black City was founded, the valuables in the villa had disappeared, leaving only an empty shell.

Although there is no concrete evidence to prove that this was done by the Vatican, a little thought will show that apart from the Vatican,

Who would be so brave as to come to Mr. Black's house and steal things?

And since the Vatican has chosen to take action against the Temple, it will naturally not let go of Mr. Blake's residence.

It is only logical that the Vatican could have done this.

"These guys really take advantage of everything." Sean laughed angrily.

If the Vatican destroyed the Temple of Truth because of differences in ideas or for some political reasons, he could barely understand it. But the other party not only destroyed the Temple of Truth, but also confiscated his home. Isn't this a bit too much and too unruly?

"Who said it wasn't?" Eleanor pursed her lips. She was also quite angry about this at first, but she had calmed down and was not as sensitive as Sean. She said, "Didn't you go to the church? Many of those missions to search for items are to find Mr. Black's relics."

Sean: "."

No more relics.

He's not dead yet.

Eleanor didn't notice his expression and continued, "I know you admire Mr. Black, and so do I. Everyone in Black City admires Mr. Black, but don't be too angry. It's already happened.

We are also working hard to rebuild the temple, and one day we will make the enemy pay the price."

"What we lose today, they will pay back double in the future."

"I believe that if Lord Black in heaven knew that we have never forgotten him, he would definitely feel comforted."

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

As Eleanor spoke, she saw Sean's mouth twitch, and she tilted her head and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"

Sean deadpanned, "No."

You are right, Lord Black is pleased.

Chapter 118 "News Worth Three Thousand Gold Coins" (Subscribe~)

After listening to Eleanor's words, Sean finally found the second common point between the "new world" and the real world, besides the consistent date of recording time.

That means he has been "dead" here for many years.

Although there had been speculation before that if he had not "died", history books would not dare to write so, but it is always more reassuring to hear the "Temple Orphan" say so with one's own ears.

Yes, Sean is at peace with his own "death".

This meant that no one in the "new world" knew him, and his personal information was all fake, even the person himself was fake. This made Sean suddenly realize that perhaps he could be bolder.

He can use statues to solve his problems in the real world, so why not in the meditation world?

Looking at the wall with only blank wallpaper in front of him, Sean's eyes rolled and an idea came to his mind.

Eleanor noticed his expression and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Sean came back to his senses and coughed lightly, "Nothing."

"Really?" Eleanor asked suspiciously, "It doesn't feel like a good thing."

Although she is not very old, she is not a child who knows nothing. Her identity as a "remnant of the Temple" has enabled her to have much more experience than other wizards of the same age. When she went out on missions before, she had come into contact with many people of all kinds. Usually, those who showed the same expression as Sean now had bad intentions.

Sean looked displeased: "Do I look like a bad guy?"

Eleanor: “—

"That's not true."

On the contrary, Sean gave her the feeling of being a good person.

After all, how could such a good-looking boy have bad intentions?

Of course, Eleanor hadn't forgotten about Sean asking Miss Leith call girl.

Although Sean immediately explained it later, men's mouths are always deceiving, so what Sean's private life style is like remains to be verified.

"Hey, where are you guys?"

Kev came out of the bathroom and called out downstairs.

"Coming." Sean responded.

Everything in the villa has been moved away, so there is no need to go around anymore.

He has already reaped the rewards.

Sean confirmed his guess that coming into contact with familiar things could indeed help him recover more past memories. So, his personal goal in coming to the "new world" this time, besides assassinating the saint, was very clear, which was to find as many of his "lost" things as possible.

Sean and Eleanor went downstairs and Louden had already prepared the car for them.

A not-so-high-end business car that can just seat six people.

The identities of several people are relatively sensitive, so it is best to drive yourself and avoid going to situations where identity recognition is required.

While Eleanor and others were getting in the car, Sean quietly pulled Louden aside.

Louden looked alert, "What do you want to do? Sneaky."

"What do you mean by sneaky? This is called ensuring the privacy of the conversation," Sean corrected.

Louden took a step back: "I don't think there is anything private to discuss between the two of us."

How long have they known each other?

It takes less than a day at most.

They were so close that if you didn't know, you would think they were having an affair.

Louden obviously wasn't going to ask. He wasn't interested in Sean's so-called private conversation.

Until Sean blurted out, "Want to make money?"

The word "money" accurately hit Louden's sore spot. He crossed his arms and looked Sean up and down. "Whose money are you making? Yours?"

"With just the few silver coins you have, it's not even enough for me to buy a new gun."

Louden asked with a look of disgust on his face, "Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

"Let me make it clear first, I won't do anything that violates the rules."

“It can’t be too difficult.”

He was a noble public official, and 30 silver coins were only enough for him to cast one magic spell.

Sean shook his head repeatedly: "Too small."

Louden was confused: "What's smaller?"

Sean: “It’s too small.”

Loudoun:

"?

Sean said, "If it's just a small business of 30 silver coins, do I need to hide it?"

Louden thought about it and it made sense: "I mean, it's not to make money from you?"

"Of course not." Sean deliberately said sarcastically, "I am a poor boy who just came to the city, how can I afford you."

Louden glared and said, "Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me now.

Sean: “So what did I say?”

Louden: “?

"You talk a lot of nonsense."

Seeing Xiao En looking around, as if he was afraid that there were ears on the other side of the wall, he added, "Don't worry,

There’s no one else here.”

"Okay." Sean nodded and said, "I have some very valuable news."

Precious, news?